dellanx
January 17th, 2021, 17:21
I have been dreading this session, but it was sublime. The culmination of the Curse of the Crimson Throne and my Homebrew follow-up campaign more than 202 session, the real campaign just begins:
Session 102: The origins of Curse of the Crimson Throne Revealed
Just a bit later on Toilday, 7th Rova, 4709 AR2, Runelord Sorshen was still bleeding, she was very unhappy about the outcome of the whole battle and told her assailants that “You will pay for their actions!” One of her maidens was asleep for now, and the other had just been frozen in a block of ice, buy her upstart look-alike the unhappy Queen of Korvosa, but I guess she had cause. Only eight and a half months ago had not Yag Unark sacrificed the poor woman to bring the Mastaba-Vampire’s Runelord back? Sorshen had no delusions where this encounter would lead, if she could only bring herself to escape? No! That would only find her, better here and now. She would not make it easy for them, that one they call Venarius he is certainly cute, will it be him? She saw Alexander frozen by her spell, she heard from Lorthact when he was alive that that one was a bit of a prude, new Royalty or something to do with his wife not being able to bare an Heir, she snorted to herself. Then too quick for anyone to notice she teleported to the other side of the room, and brought a prismatic wall into existence that separated her almost totally, it lacked at least 20 feet to the ceiling and 5 feet to the southern wall, but it would delay them.
Venarius rushed through the opaque wall, as he passed it he saw multicolored plane of light assault him. He had no problems breaching the red one, but the orange one he took straight on and took acid damage! The yellow one he dodged, only to die from poison, but before he could drop to the ground the Sihedron came to his rescue from Yovan and brought him back to life as if he never died. The green wall did not work on him, and the blue one did not turn him to stone. The indigo wall did not seem to bother him, and nothing happened when he breached the violet wall and saw Runelord Sorshen. She would pay for every hurt she brought his wife over the 10,000 years she spent in the Lady of Light trapped and unable to leave. His wife blamed Ayandamahla blamed the Runelord for the death of her dimwitted daughter, the alu-demon Ashamintallu. Venarius hoped that he could comfort his wife by presenting her with Runelord Sorshen’s head, but instead he said to the Runelord “why don’t you just give up and surrender!” Something in him still wanted to give her quarter; he was after all the Herald of Calistria and not a barbarian, although he wondered how Crimson would react if he spared this vile bitch. How could something so beautiful be so heartless? With that thought his whip struck out at her and he missed.
Soon Crimson was there flanking Runelord Sorshen, she remembered back over 11,000 years to the days when she was Sorshen’s lover and assassin, how could she do the things she did to her! She would harden her heart, she saw that her whip had done grievous damage to Sorshen, and the Runelord was bleeding. She thought “Good, she deserves it!” She was now flanking Venarius. Then the unthinkable happened, Runelord Sorshen was gone from her site.
She appeared east of Vehsurae and cast a Tsunami that tumbled her enemies away from her, respite, brief respite, until the one they called Lelani the devout cleric of Sarenrae, managed to dispel her beautiful wave, the only thing that possibly stood between Galorian and total disaster. Then the girl-like Vehsurae cast a dimensional anchor spell on her that she was able to counter spell, but the vile sorceress cast that spell again and anchored her to the spot dooming everyone? She Sorshen did not fear diying, but she feared Xin’s prophesy. Then Venarius and Crimson materialized near her, she was glad that Crimson was still as beautiful as she remembered her.
The little girl’s magic missile struck her, she should have cast shield on herself before this started. Then their Queen Yovan cast a magic missile at her. Sorshen rely felt sorry for that one, the Queen of Korvosa did not look happy at all. She Sorshen should apologize to her for the actions of her minions? No she thought, they would never accept her word. She saw the Astral Deva and King Alexander stir, she should rely examine the strength of her enchantments, she mused.
Sorshen looked at Venarius, behind her she saw Crimson, her loyal Crimson, so much pain on her ageless face, all that hate. If only Queen Ileosa Arabasti’s meddling with the Everdawn Pool did not stir Eli Temorast, her loyal and mad vampire to action that will doom Galorian? Not far away was Shyrg, something was different about her? Did I not instruct her not to revive me under any circumstances? Perhaps, 10,000 years is too long of a time even for a vampire? She hopped that her enemies eliminated the mad Yag Unark, gnoll vampire cleric of an Old religion, cursed be her name! Feeling extremely nihilistic, she moved away from Venarius and Crimson, and her Ayandamahla, the Crimson Lotus, the loyal succubus that she so grievously had to betray for her own good and well being, flicked her whip and brought her low. It was over she was dying, maybe she would die, maybe the prophesy would not come true. Please, please let it be so. She would give anything to die here and now, let them ho home victors and profane her name for all eternity! She prayed to goods she never reached out too, but the harm was too deep, and the spiteful Yag Unark and the fool Eli Temorast succeeded.
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Session 102: The origins of Curse of the Crimson Throne Revealed
Just a bit later on Toilday, 7th Rova, 4709 AR2, Runelord Sorshen was still bleeding, she was very unhappy about the outcome of the whole battle and told her assailants that “You will pay for their actions!” One of her maidens was asleep for now, and the other had just been frozen in a block of ice, buy her upstart look-alike the unhappy Queen of Korvosa, but I guess she had cause. Only eight and a half months ago had not Yag Unark sacrificed the poor woman to bring the Mastaba-Vampire’s Runelord back? Sorshen had no delusions where this encounter would lead, if she could only bring herself to escape? No! That would only find her, better here and now. She would not make it easy for them, that one they call Venarius he is certainly cute, will it be him? She saw Alexander frozen by her spell, she heard from Lorthact when he was alive that that one was a bit of a prude, new Royalty or something to do with his wife not being able to bare an Heir, she snorted to herself. Then too quick for anyone to notice she teleported to the other side of the room, and brought a prismatic wall into existence that separated her almost totally, it lacked at least 20 feet to the ceiling and 5 feet to the southern wall, but it would delay them.
Venarius rushed through the opaque wall, as he passed it he saw multicolored plane of light assault him. He had no problems breaching the red one, but the orange one he took straight on and took acid damage! The yellow one he dodged, only to die from poison, but before he could drop to the ground the Sihedron came to his rescue from Yovan and brought him back to life as if he never died. The green wall did not work on him, and the blue one did not turn him to stone. The indigo wall did not seem to bother him, and nothing happened when he breached the violet wall and saw Runelord Sorshen. She would pay for every hurt she brought his wife over the 10,000 years she spent in the Lady of Light trapped and unable to leave. His wife blamed Ayandamahla blamed the Runelord for the death of her dimwitted daughter, the alu-demon Ashamintallu. Venarius hoped that he could comfort his wife by presenting her with Runelord Sorshen’s head, but instead he said to the Runelord “why don’t you just give up and surrender!” Something in him still wanted to give her quarter; he was after all the Herald of Calistria and not a barbarian, although he wondered how Crimson would react if he spared this vile bitch. How could something so beautiful be so heartless? With that thought his whip struck out at her and he missed.
Soon Crimson was there flanking Runelord Sorshen, she remembered back over 11,000 years to the days when she was Sorshen’s lover and assassin, how could she do the things she did to her! She would harden her heart, she saw that her whip had done grievous damage to Sorshen, and the Runelord was bleeding. She thought “Good, she deserves it!” She was now flanking Venarius. Then the unthinkable happened, Runelord Sorshen was gone from her site.
She appeared east of Vehsurae and cast a Tsunami that tumbled her enemies away from her, respite, brief respite, until the one they called Lelani the devout cleric of Sarenrae, managed to dispel her beautiful wave, the only thing that possibly stood between Galorian and total disaster. Then the girl-like Vehsurae cast a dimensional anchor spell on her that she was able to counter spell, but the vile sorceress cast that spell again and anchored her to the spot dooming everyone? She Sorshen did not fear diying, but she feared Xin’s prophesy. Then Venarius and Crimson materialized near her, she was glad that Crimson was still as beautiful as she remembered her.
The little girl’s magic missile struck her, she should have cast shield on herself before this started. Then their Queen Yovan cast a magic missile at her. Sorshen rely felt sorry for that one, the Queen of Korvosa did not look happy at all. She Sorshen should apologize to her for the actions of her minions? No she thought, they would never accept her word. She saw the Astral Deva and King Alexander stir, she should rely examine the strength of her enchantments, she mused.
Sorshen looked at Venarius, behind her she saw Crimson, her loyal Crimson, so much pain on her ageless face, all that hate. If only Queen Ileosa Arabasti’s meddling with the Everdawn Pool did not stir Eli Temorast, her loyal and mad vampire to action that will doom Galorian? Not far away was Shyrg, something was different about her? Did I not instruct her not to revive me under any circumstances? Perhaps, 10,000 years is too long of a time even for a vampire? She hopped that her enemies eliminated the mad Yag Unark, gnoll vampire cleric of an Old religion, cursed be her name! Feeling extremely nihilistic, she moved away from Venarius and Crimson, and her Ayandamahla, the Crimson Lotus, the loyal succubus that she so grievously had to betray for her own good and well being, flicked her whip and brought her low. It was over she was dying, maybe she would die, maybe the prophesy would not come true. Please, please let it be so. She would give anything to die here and now, let them ho home victors and profane her name for all eternity! She prayed to goods she never reached out too, but the harm was too deep, and the spiteful Yag Unark and the fool Eli Temorast succeeded.
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