Melting Pot RPG - Chapter 1 - Dark Sunlight

[Skydracgrrl]

It's silent.. until Skye trips with a crash. [img]tongue.gif[/img] Nah, just kidding. ^^
Btw, I downloaded your "theme song". It's a fun song to listen to, I like it. ^_^

[/)eathKiller]

(ooc: Finally someone agrees with me about how cool that song is)

Everyone started to lower ther weapons a bit and relax their tensed muscles... It must have been just a false alarm... after all anything could make that sound...

It wasn't until the mages light spell went out and darkness bathed even the group standing around the cart tensed up again...

It was ver still...

Wind blew in the trees...

the cold breeze provided a nice feeling toward everyone, even in the dark...

it cooled their sweating brows... their tensed muscles... prepared to let blades swing and arrows fly at a moments notice in directions their eyes could not even see...

and then... another breeze went by... Someone signed... "well guys i guess it was a false alarm..."

There was stillness...

"Guys?"

More stilness...

A feeling arose on the back of the speaker's kneck, fear of being completley isolated and alone, a fear of having to face what could be the horrible truth, fear of death... Adrenaline began to rush down to the spine... "fight or flee, fight or flee" it kept calling out... And all at once the vioce called out in a more paniced and hastened tone, demanding a reply...

"Everyone?!!"

And then another howl... but this time... it was right next to the listener's ear... blaring it forced them to rear their weapon, warm air brushign against the side of their face along with inhuman saliva... it seemed to burn on touch... all at once a light shot up and showed an image of 30 or so mangled looking and inhuman undead flesheaters gathered in a circle, they came about so quietly they couldnt be seen, the light came form a magic missile blast, it detonated and for a short time allowed everyone to aquire a target, several of the beasts had managed to climb up into the cart. The sound of many whaling beasts and clawing teeth along with the sounds of cold steel clashing, death screams, monstrouse ammounds of liquid rushing out of bodies and splashing against the grass, the startled animals pulling the cart bayed out, and quickly the cart itself torpled over, all in the darkness, ocassionally a mage spell would provide enough light to let everyone aquite a new target, the fighting continued for quite some time, Jon called out in a loud voice his pain was whaling, several cteatures had gutted him and one was still hanging onto his face, violently shaking his head about he finally managed to shake it off, it had scrached his eye though, and scarreed his face, he pulled out a huge double axe and swung it hard, cutting down several of the beasts while also cutting into 2 of his allies, as they went flying away they landed from afar. The mage stood up and felt his guts slip out from his stomach, in horror he reached down to them, but felt his actions were too feeble, the pain instantly got to him, he started to choke and his body all at once lost it's will to go on, topling over next to his own entrails the mage cast one last temporary light spell, in his dying eyes he could see the creatres were swarming the fallen cartm the two rangers stood atop it letting arrows fly into the attacking group, there were about 20 or so... not as many as it had felt like...

Jon, able to see a little now but still blind in one eye rushed his axe down hard and sliced one of the flesh eaters clean in two, he then hucled it around and accidetnly cut loose one of the horse chains, the horses had been strugling to stand up for a long time now, one stood up, in anger the other tried to wrestle the other one back to the ground and only ended up snapping its own kneck in the process as it's limbs fell limp the image of skye using a blunt plank of wood to smash in the head of an enemy was all that was seen before the lights went out again... and suddenly there was a bright red light, it rained from the sky, the paladin was casting storm of vengence, it started raining bright green and red bolts of rain which struck the monsters and injured them, then lightening began to fall from the sky and strike them down... blowing them up with only their searing feet still on the burnt grass below them, smoking. This happened along with several other mauled deaths, The bard who had been knocked alongside with the mage turned and saw him, his great wounds, he tried to administer a healing spell but it was the best he could do... he then looked up and in horror saw a figure standing beore him, wearing a black leather suit, he had navy blue whites for eyes which only highlighted his bruning red eyes which seemed present even in the dark. He stared a cold stare into those unblinking eyes which seemed to not be staring bak into him, but straight through him... and then they looked down... the figure stooped forwrd into the light provided by the rain and lightning, he had bright red hair, he placed his hands on the body and it began to glow with a holy light, the netrails slid back into place and the stomach magically folded back and sewed itself almost back together, it was as if time went in reverse on his injuries... Lifting his tatood palms from the man the pale figure with dark black lesions took a few steps back and then, in a flash of the lightning, vanished... The mage choked a bit and called out... "I know that was you... my freind..." He got a tear in his eye when he said it... The bard wasn't certain what to make of this... He looked back at his freinds... it was obviouse that they had to know too...

(OOC: I'm seeing Skye, The Mage, The Bard, Jon, The rangers, and everyone else for that matter, leveling up at least 1 level, 2 for skye acoording to my rolls, 2 for the Clerek, and 3 for Jon... Sorry Deathbringer and Tim, better luck next time ^_^)

After the fight and having rested for a bit, it was obviously too dangerouse to remain out in the open, frightened but aware of the dire consequences of NOT pointing out the details, the bard motioned everyone to see a cave, the encrance was lined with human skulls, it was quite obviously a Myrkridian nest... inside were things not even fit for the most twisted of Men's knightmares... and it was in... they were going...

[TheCrimsomBlade]

The Darkness has been met by the coming of a warrior and his Blade blesed by the God of the Great Red Dragon of War. Behold For Evil will run in fear at the mear mention of his name. Orcs will cut their own hearts out to ward off the red blade of Fire and burning Death that he calls to his hand with a silent glance. Born of the God of Bhaal, A spawn that makes the Demons in Hell shake with terrior Behold The Crimson Blade!

[TheCrimsomBlade]

The Crimson Blade
Half-Orc
True Neutral AC-13
str 19 Int 17
Dex 18 Wis 14
Con 18 Cha 14
Weapon1: Celestial Fury - 1D10+3
Weapon2: Dragon Slayer - 1D8+2
Weapon3: Composit Longbow +2
Armor : Red Dragon Scale - AC:-1
Helm : Red Dragon Helm - 25% Fire,Ice,& Electrical Resistance
Shield : Red Dragon Scale +2 - AC:+3
Boots : Boots of Speed

[/)eathKiller]

alright so we've got us another character

Nearing the mouth of the cave the small group readeid themselves for conflict, just then they found a campfire lit on the inside. They proceeded in and saw a man, living, not undead, sitting at the fire warming himself over it, roasting on it were bits of the flesh eating mykridia scattered onto a stick... he turned toward the people entering and stood, readying his weapon as he heard them approach. Exiting the dark hall lined with skulls and entering a wide open room the heroes came face to face with an adventurer whom had already entered and fought off whatever existed in the first room. They had to speak to eachother now

"Hail Warrior!" the wizard called out. "Aye!" The Halfling greeted as well...

(Sorry for takin' so long to get back to this been busy this week, ok crimson, or anybody, you can reply! Have as long an RPing conversation as you like, i'll get back ont he story after you're done chit chatting...)

[Talthus]

OOC: hey all, so I was just reading the first page and came across one of em saying you needed new characters. Now, I'm not new to DnD or rpgs or anything, my last rpg just died basically, so I'm here. Mind if I hop on the wagon? btw, hey skye I'm going to transfer talthus to this game. Death, do you mind if I use one of my crazier characters? For example, he has an iron golem sword which can cast stoneskin once a day and stun 3 times a day. He's an elf of about 6'7" and is crossed between wood elf and wild elf. So if you think I should use another character then I'll pull another one out but this character's very good for RP'ing. (he also has a very interesting history.) [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Skydracgrrl]

Hey Talthus! ^^ go ahead and post your character, any will do, no matter how inane. *grins* afterall, /)eathbringer let me in, didnt he? he's a great rp/dm ^^

[Talthus]

OOC: heheh, alrighty then. Talthus craves for a good adventure so he can join this one, also because I love playing his character.

Character name: Talthus
Height: 6'7"
Eyes: stone grey
Hair: firey red
Age: 126

Species: 1/2 wood elf, 1/2 wild elf
Class: Berzerker/barbarian
Level: 7

STR:20
Int:13
Dex:20
Wis:10
Con:18
Cha:11

He holds a huge enchanted Iron Golem sword on his back. The sword is black with silver runes of an ancient elven tongue along it's length. It can cast stoneskin once a day and stun three times a day.

He carries a heavy crossbow on his side modified to shoot 2 bolts simultaneously.

He has a dagger hidden in each boot and a large dagger the size of a short sword on his side.

He wears clothes of red and black. He's got a Black tunic with red slashes across the shoulders and sides extending towards the center. He has black pants and boots and a pair of spiked gauntlets with fiercely large spikes on them. The gauntlets are black except for a red stone at the top of them (on the back of each hand). He wears black gloves and two pieces of white dragon bone armor on his shoulders. He has small dragon's claws along his shoulder armor, sides of his gauntlets, and belt. He dawns a cloak of pure black which has the same kind of runes as on the sword, along it's trim. (protects him from fire and arrows)

He also wears about 8 small pouches, 4 on each side. There is one near the back that is green which contains the symbol of his old master. In the rest of the pouches he holds thunderstones, alchemist's fire, rope, small smokesticks, one of those small compactable telescope thingies, some bandages and such, the second last one is empty, and the very last one on the opposite side of the green pouch is a red pouch with Talthu's family crest in it. (both the symbol and the crest are pendants made from different materials and they have magical protection qualities) In his pack he carries the basics. A bedroll, tent, trail rations, etc...

He also carries a bolt quiver with steel bolts in it. He has a wolf familiar named Exar who was given to him before a battle by his old master to help protect his master's home. The wolf has black fur and almost silver eyes. it's fur stuns evil creatures when they touch it, it moves at incredbile speed, and it's bite is paralyzing.

Well now, if there's anything else you would like to know then please by all means, go ahead and ask.

Heheh, I know he's kind of insane but he has spent his life under the training of one of the elven ancients of legend. If you'd like me to tone him down a bit then well, I wouldn't mind. Well I hope he's to your liking.

[/)eathKiller]

(ooc: He'll do just fine)

As the party began to look around and organize their strengths it was decided that the best magic casters should stand at the sides whlie the main fighters ran ahead into battle much like arrows being fired but only after the magic spells were cast as to not have them cuaght in the crossfire of their effects, Jon took the rear, as his size was too large to have any other order without blocking someone's view. The rangers took the point center, and would fire arrows from there... The blade bard held with the fighters while the normal bard was more in tune to the mage catagory, and thus, they were prepared for any Myrkridian Confrontation...

Unfortunetly... it wasn't long before the campfire died, and darkness loomed over the caves with walls lined in Human skulls... Casting magical lights the group slowly crept into the bowels of the mykridian layer, seeing sigts which no mortal man who'se living eyes had ever set upon... They ventured into a dark chasm, with an eerie blue glow eminating from the cave walls, the floor seemed to be non existant, consisting rather of multiple layers of bridges carved out of the cave surface and stone, each with ceremonial markings and designated rank purposes, it was very complex, much like an ant nest but turned inside out, with multiple walkways rather than catacombs as would normally be expected in a large underground tomb. The blue light was shrouded mosly in fog which blurred and concealed the actual size of the cave, it couldn't be determined from where the warriors were standing, so now was the time to make a decision, they could either head down a bridge, or walk along the side of the cavern, or seeing as their numbers were so great, devide into 2 groups...

this decision was left up to them...

[/)eathKiller]

Meanwhile on the outskirts of the dark realm a portal suddenly opened without any reason for having opened. It existed like a gaping wound in time and space and left ripples on the surface of it. Whilst also letting lose tons of energy which can only be felt by those with accute senses and feelings. It was then that sudenly a half and half elf emerged from the gateway, radiating light as his body passed from one plane to the next. He stepped out and looked behind him, the portal began to shrink and enveloped upon itself ceasing to exist at it's point of creation. The figure bore dark clothing with bright red markings, on his back was a large sword bearing tounges of an unspoken language in this world. He turned and noticed that to his left, he saw dead earth, trees wilting, water beds run dry, death and decay, insurmountable numbers of graveyards, broken towns and villiages all occupied with unspeakable and unimaginable horrors... to his right, he saw a sun, burning, but not touching the land to his left... It was bright, gleaming with energy, and life filled the plants and soil, waters ran invitingly and birds chirped, there were townshps with smoke billowing from the chimney sand rooves, it was a peacefull place...

He now had to decide just what to do in this world...

[ 09-26-2002, 12:23 PM: Message edited by: /)eathKiller ]