Campaign Chronicles

26 Gildember 348 AC As Romulus' circle closes, χρόνος begins to rapidly flicker in and out of visibility, hurling itself against the inside of the magical circle. Each impact causes orange smoke to roll up the sides of the unseen barrier. The cloud rears back, taking on a vague humanoid shape that extends an arm. Droplets of mist spray from the cloud, spattering the invisible wall before slowly oozing down like rain on a windowpane. An angry, thunderous roar, more felt than heard resonates through the ground, sending vibrations up through the soles of the party's feet and sets their teeth to chattering. The roar is answered by a chorus of similar calls. At the edge of the trees, an orange mist, rises like ground fog from the forest floor. It flows along the surface, separating into four individual columns that rise up to a height of ten feet and begin gliding toward the party. Raven eases forward, moving between χρόνος 's duplicates and the spellcasters. Arthur and Grotto...

Monster Truckers is a game that was recently funded on BackerKit. You play as a monster (Vampire, Ghost, Werewolf, Mummy, etc) driving big rigs through a Mad Max-esque landscape following a war between monsters and humans. The monsters lost and were largely de-powered by Necrotechnic (NT) Bombs. I have no idea how long I am going to have to wait before I receive my reward for supporting the game but I have begun batting around character ideas. This is my favorite so far. NAME: Samael (a.k.a Sam) CB HANDLE: Asmodeus Express Height: 1'6"     Weight: 8 lbs.     Eyes: Red Hair: Black     Age: over 13.8 billion years MONSTER TYPE: Demon ARCHETYPE: Crafty Background: Sam was once a member of the Heavenly Host. He was the being who planted the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and was subsequently banished and cursed by God. Description: Sam is an 18" tall, red-skinned "demon" with tiny horns, a black goatee, an...

As mentioned in my notes on Earth-218 , characters from the Dresden Files exist in my campaign although I suspect that they will do their own thing while my players do theirs. That said, it seemed like a good idea to at least rough out some of the races that the players could come into contact with. That said, I present my take on a d20 version of the Dresden Files White Court Vampires.  Th e White Court is a breed of humanoids that feed on the emotional energy of others. They prefer to employ pawns and political manipulation to open conflict but are deadly combatants if pressed. Despite their name, they are not undead. Sample White Court Vampire Aristocrat 3 CR: 5     Medium Humanoid (White Court) HD: 3d8+3     Hp: 19 Init: +7     Spd: 30' AC: 15 (+3 Dex, +2 Natural), t: 13, ff: 12 Attacks: (BAB +2; Grap +3) ; +3 Unarmed: 1d4+1 or +5 Rapier: 1d6+1 (18-20/×2) or +5 Holdout Pistol: 2d4 (20/×2, 30') SA: Lif...

26 Gildember 348 AC Grotto laughs, "No, hijack an enemy ship! Not one of these elven fishing vessels. We could catch the enemy by suprise!" "Point of interest, when it's a ship that we intend to use for military purposes, it's called Comandeering," Raven replies. "Aye Captain! Then let's commander a few. The elven fishermen can sail. We can fight. We can do some damage rather than letting them even set foot in the ground. Heck, scuttle them at sea. Let the wizard fly out of their range and bombard them with fireballs from above." Grotto then joins the magic users to watch as they fix the bracers. Ra’ziir joins Romulus and the others involved in the ritual. Looking to the halfling, he says, “My only question is, ironically, how long do you expect to complete the ritual?” Romulus shrugs, "If all goes well? It should only take just a few seconds to summon the creature and then a minute to bind it. Of course, should the creature be harder...

26 Gildember 348 AC Raven, knowing that he must get in time for Romulus' ritual tries to keep his conversation with Eilra brief. (I can't draw and while I friends who can, they do not have time to devote to my little blog. That said, the website I use has drastically changed the "flavor" of its art so Raven is giving off "Duncan MacLeod" from "Highlander" vibes). "My companions and I have come up with a plan. We intend to begin quietly moving elves out of the outlying towns here to the capital. I had thought that we could use the elven ships, which you do not have, to harass the minotaur vessels to prevent them from landing troops on the coast and maybe steal or sink their supplies." Summerwalker shakes her head, "Yes. That would have been a good plan. Perhaps, instead we can create obstacles to place along the beaches where we expect them to come ashore. Maybe even place some just beneath the surface of the water at the mouths of h...

26 Gildember 348 AC Raven looks over at Lorraine, Alara, Agnes and Ornforithalas, out of uniform for the first time since they met him, and then back to Grotto and replies, "Because it is the right thing to do." Before anyone goes anywhere, Romulus climbs atop one of the tables. "Spellcasters, tonight, we bind the time dimensional. If you have spells that allow you to influence or directly control other creatures, prepare them. We need to... persuade χρόνος to allow this to happen." Ra’ziir nods silently indicating his acknowledgment. “Romulus, I’m not sure of what use I could be as the majority of my spells are for combat and deception. I could prepare Dominate Person and my highest Monster Summons if that would be helpful. Or perhaps Touch of Idiocy could make our quarry stupid enough to agree?If you think they’ll help, I’ll prepare them. Multiple times if need be.” Kysek expresses to his old friend. Shadow nods in agreement. “I've got charms and summoning...

26 Gildember 348 AC Curious about the sensation he felt when researching Takhisis, Ra’ziir ponders returning to the Tower at Wayreth to consult with the Order of the Black Robes. He ultimately thinks better of it and instead concludes that the wizards there will likely offer little insight into the divine.  Shadow leaves the Council chamber silently and claims Cassidy from the guards before they leave the Hall. Once he finds the little scamp, he says, “Nice try on the disguise but you really need to learn a bit of magic or actual tradecraft. But I got to give you props for trying.” Cassidy laughs, "I thought that my thespian skills served me quite well. It stinks that Ornie got in trouble with those elves though." Shadow nods, “Let’s go see what the low folks have heard.” Using the story of the skirmish with the dragonmen as an opener in taverns and restaurants, merchant stalls and back alley "fell out of a wagon" types, he hopes to spark a conversation that will ...

Grey Gargoyle (Paul Pierre Duvall, Ph.D.): male Human (Mutant) Metahuman 12 CR: 14     Medium Humanoid (Human, Mutant)     HD: 12d8+84 (136 hp) Init: +3     Spd: 30'     AC: 13 (+3 Dex), t: 13, ff: 10 Attacks: (BAB +9; Grap +25); +12/+7/+2 Unarmed Strike: 1d3+16 (20/×2) or +12/+7/+2 Petrification Touch: Fort DC23 or turn to stone for one hour SA: Metahuman Abilities SQ: Mutant Traits Align: NE     Saves: Fort +13, Ref +8, Will +10 Str: 43, Dex: 17, Con: 24, Int: 17, Wis: 12, Cha: 12 Skills: Read/Write and Speak English and French; Decipher Script +5, Jump +18, Knowledge (Streetwise) +18, Knowledge (Superhumans) +18, Listen +11, Profession (Chemical Engineer) +16, Research +20, Science (Chemistry) +21, Spot +11, Tumble +5 Feats: Acrobatic, Improved Unarmed Strike (b), Iron Will, Power Penetration (b), Skill Focus (Science - Chemistry), Studious,  Widen Power (b...

26 Gildember 348 AC Grotto is totally lost in his own thoughts. The only things that bring him back to the moment are the raps of the gavel. He hears the barbs and snide remarks but the words may as well be the chirping of birds in the distance. He continues to weigh the offer of becoming head master of t he healers college. Kysek unable to hold his tongue any longer as Ornforithalas is; in his opinion being disrespected steps forward. He slightly bows as he says, “Esteemed council members. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir Kysek Creepingshadow Knight of the Barrie Grange. Rest assured; we were not out and about to break treaties. We were out to lay witness to unverified rumors of your enemy possibly breaking the very treaties you speak of. We were out to observe; should we have found the evidence we needed, we were merely going to bring it back and report it. We were ambushed on our journey by something worse than the goblins we expected. We were ambushed by Dragonfolk who were ...

26 Gildember 348 AC Ornforithalas rises. "Members of the Council, that is an oversimplification. We had received reports of goblin activity along the Bay. These goblin reports had been notated on a map, along with potential giant sightings. I determined that a more thorough investigation was justified." Elamyar, the red wizard, cuts him off several times and something about his attitude makes it seems that he is personally angry at Ornforithalas. Daebella, the scarred female, is more detached but still comes across as mad, and although most of her ire is also directed at the guard captain, it "feels" more like a professional disagreement on her part. Cedron, being an outsider takes in the dynamics of the council. He tries to determine the power-structure of the members both implicit and explicit. “I fear anything we say will be used against us or our allies.” He thinks to himself. “Maybe the most productive conversations are held outside the forum.” He continues t...

22 Gildember 348 AC Grotto shares a bit of the flask with Lorraine and gets to know her better. She invites him to sit, "You have the makings of a great healer within you. I was quite impressed by your lesson today. It should come as no surprise to you that I am old. I would like to retire soon. It would be a comfort to me if I knew someone competent was running the House when I am gone. I would like for that to be you." Grotto blushes and smiles at the request. "I am flattered that you think so highly of me and my skill. I would love to teach generations the ways of a healer. The only drawback to this offer is that i am unable to commune with my god, Hanseath. I made a pledge to him when my life was saved from misery and torment through his works. Also, how would a dwarf be accepted leading such a prestigious post here in this place of elves? You are the only one here to make me feel welcome." Grotto says sadly, his words trailing off to his thoughts of loneliness...