PAHWG - January 2008

[soodowyvern]

Hmm I think I just found my dragon mount. OH ARAMIL !!! Come here please

[Davey]

That's an interesting idea. He is kinda like a dragon after all...

[soodowyvern]

It is an interesting idea, but you don't have wings. I guess we can make it work. If you don't mind spells being thrown from you back and past your head as we charge into combat.

[Lady Winter Wolf]

pigdish said:

I left my pride and joy werebear miniature there. Please keep him fed, and a nice warm, safe place to sleep, away from the slathering mouths of cats and dogs.

<Yeah, that's right Monkey. I've got my eyes on you.>

Too late.

[pigdish]

Yeah, that was very strange.

[Kaber]

And so....

Our fearless adventurers continue across the Waste. Passing through a curtain of distorted air they enter the first "warp field" Here magic is distorted. Wild surges empower spells or send them awry with strange side effects or cause them to fizzle. The creatures grow more fierce as the battle forward.


Their first encounter brought them into the mandibles of desert Ankhegs. As they sought to pull their horses up the dunes the creatures attacked. Like Ant Lions, they surged from beneath the sands, stealing the horses first. The battle was difficult and long fought, Gizgard was nearly pulled in two as the creatures fought over him and even as one was slain the other nearly pulled him under but for the valiant efforts of his companions.

Only two hours later did they note the giant shapes in the distance. Massive tumble weeds that rocked lazily in a small breeze. Little did they know....

at a 120 feet the giant tumble weeds began to roll. sensing danger, Shamus the War Mage, cast a Wall of Fire before them. The spell surged, growing twice is length and hight. Sol's presence again caused the fires to burn brighter and the wall gleamed like a silver ribbon across the sands. Still the weeds barreled through the great Wall of Fire and bore down on our companions. Four fiery balls, 30' in diameter, moving 60'/ round. Weeds with a poison cloud of spores around them trampled over the party and many were lifted from the ground and swallowed by the mindless, burning leviathans. The yak swung a mighty blow and cleaved a space just big enough for him to duck under, allowing the creatures to pass over him. Sol roared a battle cry and transformed into a mighty bear, but for the party it was not enough.
Ensnared by their thorny exteriors over half the party became weekend by the poison spores and seared by the burning bushes and crushed by the tumbling foliage.
Shamus closed his eyes and sought the inner stillness. The Wizards Fountain. Even as the burning brush took him and carried him away. In that stillness he found his answer and prayed the gods would have mercy on his companions. Shamus' hands moved quickly, suppley. His mouth murmured the words and too late he felt the magic take hold and burn through him, Surging wildly. the power magnified it bathing him in a fiery nimbus and his eyes raged like fire as he cast a maximized pyrokenetick spell. The only sounds were screams of pain and sand whirling in a cyclone of super heated air. A shell of fire flashed outward, encompassing the evil shrubbery and those inside. Hell itself had opened it's gates and all that was left was dust and a glass bowl 120' round, sunken and seared into the sand. Made of the sand.
only four survivors remained; The yak who had been just shy of the blast and now stood in awe at the edge of the glass depression, the rouge who had just managaged to shadow jump as the blast hit and who now lay just beyond the blackened ground unconscious and clinging desperately to life, Shamus, who lay, unharmed but also unconscious, the wear-bear, badly burned and weakened yet alive and one other......

Gizgard saw only searing light, felt only searing heat and then.....



To Be Continued................

[Kaber]

Gizgard felt pain like non other. Scorching, searing pain that burned into every fiber of his being. His blood became molten liquid and could he scream it would have shattered the walls of the conclave, 20 miles away. Then blackness. The pain was scarcely a breath in time, a fleeting thought but it seemed endless and then...nothing. Nothing but Grimtusk.

"peace my brother, we are one now"

The world was a green mist of coarse boar fur and wild boar sent. Grimtusk, his ever present spirit animal was everywhere around him. In him. Like a blanket that soothed his fears, his pain. The world was warm and safe. Another voice spoke. Unfamiliar and yet the words reverberated through him.

"Grimtusk, U chose dis path. The prophecy unfolds. Now he begin. So it be written, So it be done!"

And darkness returned. The comforting darkness of healing sleep.


And so the yak looked up in the shadow that fell before him and the fallen rogue and saw an army of Orcs standing at the top of a dune. Watching and waiting.

The general of the army tells them that he was sent by their shaman. That they come for the Orc that is among them. The yak points him out but what he sees is not Gizgard. No, it has a semblance of Orc but it is much bigger. with more pronounced, boar like features the creature that lays unconscious in the smoldering glass depression looks more like a hairless green Ogre.

The half-Orc, Gizgard is no longer what he once was. And a new name was given him. Tusk Grimgard, the Full blooded. Beast-Orc of Legend.


More to come..........

[Arjun Windrage]

Sorry I couldn't make it. >.< The Faire I help run is coming up next weekend and I had 10 million things due for that, then two sound comm projects for school, papers, ungodly amounts of things just sprung up on me. I've literally had no free time, whatsoever. Not even enough to log onto Warcraft! (That's a huge deal)

I hope you guys had fun. Do keep in touch!

[Kaber]

Sorry we missed you but the show must go on.


Our party is gathered and taken some miles away to the Orc encampment. There they are given rest and refuge. The wounded are tended to and the Yak helps repair any damage to their stone walls while Sol questions the leader on events. Tusk has a vision. A flash of a blade. A scene of war. A Chief in the midst of battle wielding a gleaming, ax with a machette like blade. Limbs flying as the Orc chief cut down the enemies before him in slow motion.

"Unchain me"

A voice wispers, desperate, haunting, enticing. The blade flashes before him and the vision changes. Darkness receding. A black orb seeming to watch. It burns with an inner black fire. A dark cell. A hundred unlit candles burning and thick chains, coiling like snakes about some unseen person.

"Unchain me"


Tusk awakens followed shortly by Arimel. Tusk is visited by the village shaman and is told what he is and rolls the bones to divine his destiny. He is told of the Eye of darkness. The Black Eye of the magic eater. He must destroy it to gain what he seeks.

And so after resting and getting their bearings our party is joined by a halfling "slave" who was found wandering many years ago near a burning wagon. The chief took her as a servent and now that an adventuring party is found he makes her go with him. As they depart the chief tells Tusk to return to them when the eye is destroyed and only then can he claim the artifact he seeks. As he claps Tusk on the back he again sees the flash of a blade before his eyes. And as the chief and his men turn to go, Tusk Grimgard sees a worn and tattered handle protruding from a swath of age stained clothing.

More yet to come.....