Campaign Chronicles

EPISODE ONE: EAST OF OMAHA (FINALE) For a moment, everyone froze. Dragula laughed, "Told you it would work." Mac called out to Sam, "Hey, GET UP." Mac leaned over to open the door for the little demon. Sam squinted at the cloud. "We didn't destroy it." Drags reached down and grabbed a flare pistol and aimedaims for the golden cloud of Angel Dust and fired! The burning projectile disappeared into the glowing mist. The flare continued through and out the other side. Dragula watched the flare as it fell. "Well, I expected more out of that." Mac looked at Sam, "Hey, you're a demon. Can't you conjure up fire?" Sam turned and looked at Mac. "Wow. Just, wow. That is an incredibly hurtful and outdated stereotype." Xaden shouted to Dragula, "Try shooting the trailer! If there is enough there the ensuing fireball should reach." Sam's jaw dropped, "Why would that work?" Xaden scratched his be...

EPISODE ONE: EAST OF OMAHA (THE CHOIR) Mac exclaimed, "Brothers...... the time is here to roll! Now!" The big zipper took a step, a second, a third as he pulled the machete from his pocket, grabbed it with two hands and hurled it towards Roger. Roger's eyes went wide. Dragula shouted, “Noooooo!” Jolene did not move. Her emerald eyes followed the spinning blade. The Choir stopped humming. Every smiling face turned to watch the machete's flight. The machete struck Roger square in the chest. The impact lifted him off his feet and he crashed down, knocking over oil drums and shattering one pallet. The machete's handle quivered violently with every ragged breath. He gasped. Once. Twice. Blood spread across the filthy white lab coat. Yet, he was still smiling. His eyes drifted upwards as he turned his head, staring into the sky. His lips moved. "So..." Another painful breath, "...beautiful..." One trembling hand reached upward, grasping at so...

While I was out driving for work today, I started thinking that Devastating Critical and Overwhelming Critical should have a ranged variation  available because a legendary archer or sniper should also be able to land a "perfectly placed shot" that would be instantly fatal. So, I am making the following change to the feats for my campaign . Devastating Critical  [Epic] (Epic Level Handbook, p. 53) Choose one type of melee or ranged weapon, such as longsword or heavy crossbow. With that weapon, you are capable of killing any creature with a single strike. Prerequisite Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Critical (weapon to be chosen), Overwhelming Critical (weapon to be chosen), Power Attack, Weapon Focus (weapon to be chosen), STR 25 Or Far Shot, Improved Critical (weapon to the chosen), Overwhelming Critical (weapon to be chosen), Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot,  Weapon Focus (weapon to be chosen) , DEX 25 Benefit When using the weapon you have ...

10 Newkolt 349 AC The sun has barely crept over the horizon when Arthur wakes and crawls out of his bedroll. The small camp is already bustling with activity. Altan, who stood the last watch with Granite, is stirring a pot whose savory aroma promises a simple but hearty breakfast. Granite has roused Phineas and the pair are packing up a small tent while Davaa prepares the camels for the day's march. As he passed Agnes, he paused just long enough to wrap the elf in a brief, warm hug.  "How was the night?" Agnes smiled faintly as she returned the embrace. "Peaceful." She glanced toward the brightening sky. "Too quiet though. I don't think I slept as well as I usually do." Arthur released her and reached for a nearby waterskin. He took a long drink before slinging it back over his shoulder. Agnes's smile faded. "I kept expecting to wake up to someone shouting." She settled back onto her blanket, folded her legs beneath her, and clo...

07 Deepkolt 349 AC EN ROUTE TO TARITHNESTI Kysek, a look of thanks upon his face accepts the berries. “I know it’s not much girl but it should help you.” The elf holds the berries in his outstretched palm for her to eat. Dusk wolfs down the berries in a single gulp. Her bleeding slows and some of her strength returns. She is by no means healed but looks like she can rejoin the fight. Raven smiles faintly. "That's more like it." He faces Kysek, "I spoke with Ra'ziir. Tarithnesti is under attack." Raven tells him everything he received through their telepathic bond—the beacon charging atop the Protector's Tower, dragons converging on the city, and their companions fighting desperately to buy the crystal enough time. "Can you teleport the three of us?" Kysek nods and reaches into his pack. He pulls out a scroll and breaks the seal. He reads the words on the page and they begin to glow. Sparks fly from the page and begin swirling around Kysek...