Post by Fenix on May 12, 2014 14:32:50 GMT -5
Dearest Wild Magic, you have the most entertaining of Scenarios. Like turning the Boss of a certain crypt into a chicken...
So on the upside, it turns out you can teleport a corpse! On the downside...
Context tends to mean a lot in some conversations while your party is AFK.
A tour of the Unfortunate Orc, deep in the heart of the Underdark.
Classy as hell.
I was a bit pressed for time, so I only managed a shot of one of the shrines I found interesting.
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Some shots for the VR Assembly. Sorry I didn't manage to get all of the speech, but heres at least a few shots of what I did get, as well as those being honored, including the late comers.
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And finally, shots from the finale of the plague. It was a long running event, both the entire storyline, and some of the final event. We were extremely exhausted to say the least, IC and OOC.
At first, we began to gather, deep in unknown wood, the grove of the Guardians.
Upon arrival, an old wisdom spares his words of warning for all to heed.
The treants begin to flow in, gathering around.
The Old Oak's seedling begins to explain our situation.
The first steps are revealed. The ritual was one of purity, which can only be completed with a final cleansing. We bathe in holy waters, and bare all as nature first gave to us.
And from there, we gather about, awaiting our next steps.
The sky darkens, but the embers still burn as we prepare.
Much time is spent devising our verses. But after long hours, the rite singers begin to funnel their way into the circle.
And thus, we begin the ritual. A chant neverending, with all of our being put in.
We sing, clap, and sway, giving all of our all to this ritual.
One by one, the gods show their acceptance for us, inspiring us with their words, filling us with their power.
As each word escapes our lips, the ritual reaches its peak, and finally completes. And thus...we prepare for the finale.
The dark spirit of Moander shows its being, and so we fight.
I tried as best I could to get in as many good shots as possible. Being that I had work at 7AM and we were already very near that time, I got rather tired as the rest of us did. Any others who would like to share their shots of the event, please do. A major thanks to DM Hawk, however, for the entire storyline as it followed. Hopefully there will be a lasting impression in the land from it all. Drop a stone in an ocean, and its ripples will reach far beyond our expectation.
So on the upside, it turns out you can teleport a corpse! On the downside...
Context tends to mean a lot in some conversations while your party is AFK.
A tour of the Unfortunate Orc, deep in the heart of the Underdark.
Classy as hell.
I was a bit pressed for time, so I only managed a shot of one of the shrines I found interesting.
-----
Some shots for the VR Assembly. Sorry I didn't manage to get all of the speech, but heres at least a few shots of what I did get, as well as those being honored, including the late comers.
-----
And finally, shots from the finale of the plague. It was a long running event, both the entire storyline, and some of the final event. We were extremely exhausted to say the least, IC and OOC.
At first, we began to gather, deep in unknown wood, the grove of the Guardians.
Upon arrival, an old wisdom spares his words of warning for all to heed.
The treants begin to flow in, gathering around.
The Old Oak's seedling begins to explain our situation.
The first steps are revealed. The ritual was one of purity, which can only be completed with a final cleansing. We bathe in holy waters, and bare all as nature first gave to us.
And from there, we gather about, awaiting our next steps.
The sky darkens, but the embers still burn as we prepare.
Much time is spent devising our verses. But after long hours, the rite singers begin to funnel their way into the circle.
And thus, we begin the ritual. A chant neverending, with all of our being put in.
We sing, clap, and sway, giving all of our all to this ritual.
One by one, the gods show their acceptance for us, inspiring us with their words, filling us with their power.
As each word escapes our lips, the ritual reaches its peak, and finally completes. And thus...we prepare for the finale.
The dark spirit of Moander shows its being, and so we fight.
I tried as best I could to get in as many good shots as possible. Being that I had work at 7AM and we were already very near that time, I got rather tired as the rest of us did. Any others who would like to share their shots of the event, please do. A major thanks to DM Hawk, however, for the entire storyline as it followed. Hopefully there will be a lasting impression in the land from it all. Drop a stone in an ocean, and its ripples will reach far beyond our expectation.