Dungeons & Dragons

Dungeon Master at your service...

2007-02-25T00:40:00.000-08:00

Look familiar?

Let me first say welcome to our Dungeons and Dragons adventure blog. We're using the "old school" D&D rule set from 1983, I call it the 1.4 rule set. It's so simple and easy to use especially when you take into account we're playing on a blog; it pays to be simple.

The idea for playing on this blog is fairly simple. The adventures are broken down into chapters, each chapter will be a blog post. The Player Characters (PC's) can then post into each chapter; role-playing and/or to ask questions. We do use dice (how could it be D&D without dice?) and I'm relying on player honesty as far as dice-roles go. So far Nancy and I have locked down the blog so only Players can post, this should help keep clutter down. I do plan to add other players later on but, for now, I want to keep the party small and easy to manage. However, anyone can read the blog as the adventure progresses.

Thanks and enjoy
GM Aaron

Ch-01 The Adventure Begins...

2007-02-24T22:39:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the town of Threshold…Only personal weapons (dagger, sword and staff) may be carried, magic casting is forbidden…have a nice stay.

A small candle glows at the center of the table you've been occupying for some time, with the drink in your hand having long since cooled you sit like an enigma surrounded by the boisterous crowd of this tavern. Huddled in one of the dark corners your mind works as you take in everything around you. The one noticeable trait is that none of the patrons seem to notice your presence; they go about their business oblivious to your observations.

One particularly loud (or obnoxious) group has been carrying on for quite some time. All the members of the table seem transfixed upon one single, apparently broken down, human. He's bandaged from head to toe leaving only his mouth and drinking arm free to move. It's hard to make out on account of all the noise but, it appears that the human had found himself on the loosing end of a battle. Concluding his tale of woe the group fell into an uncharacteristic silence. After a moment another figure, hafling by the looks of him, pipes up in some sort of gibberish. Extremely animated you pick out the words adventurers and money.
What do you do?

Iledra (player character)
I get up from my table and move closer to the group so I can hear better what is being said.

As you begin to stand your robe becomes entangled by the bottom of the chair (dexterity 7). Role 1D20, if you get 7 or under you recover. It you get 8 or more you loose your balance and fall to the floor.

Iledra (player character)
(16) I fall to the floor taking the chair and table with me. The cup I was drinking from hits me on the head.

It was with a loud crash that the attention of the entire tavern was diverted to your approximate location. Many of the patrons including the individuals you've been eavesdropping on are now conflicted with the notion to either help you up or laugh hysterically at your plight.

I'll give you 20xp for playing in character. What do you do?

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Threshold is a thriving frontier village of about 400 permanent residents plus over 100 other regular visitors. The main business of Threshold is to supply timber to the Capital Specularum located to the south.

In the begining...

2007-02-24T22:37:00.000-08:00

The rain had been pouring down for what seemed like an eternity, its dampness mixing with the earth to become a thick heavy mud. The water seeping into every bit of clothing sending bone chills throughout the body, that, and with the high wind has made it all but impossible to see in virtually any direction creating total and absolute blackness.

Orlof laid there for a moment letting the coolness of the rain pelt his exposed skin. He pondered for a moment the slight tingling sensation that passed through his body. Was that from the rain? His mind wandered a bit then was snapped back to the present. Turning his head painfully to the side he noticed what seemed to be the impossible, a blackness darker then what was caused by the rain and night. It moved, sometimes with, sometimes against the wind but, one thing was clear it was moving towards him. With a painful fog Orlof fought to piece together what was happening, his mind struggled to work. The darkness continued its shifting with the wind moving closer, heavy thuds were heard with every stride. Glancing around Orlof saw a flash, something flashed silver near him. He strained to see what it was, an object laying on the ground several feet from him. He too, he had realized was lying in the mud. Forcing his eye’s to focus on the silver object it was as though a lightning bolt had hit him. He was in a battle for his life! A creature had attacked his party, slaying all of the others leaving Orlof to stand alone. Now it appeared he too would meet his fate. With the fog in his head lifting Orlof struggled to reach for the silver object. Pain ripped through his body and Orlof felt a new wetness now, not cold like the rain, this was warm. Immediately he knew that he was bleeding; the pain told him that it was serious. Fighting that pain he stretched out his hand to grasp the object he knew could be only one thing, his silver broad sword. As the thudding of the foot steps neared Orlof reached for his life. He first felt the very tip of the handle barely with his fingers, he reached. His hand slowly moved up the hilt. He knew he needed a strong firm grip. He stretched again, forcing himself to grunt through the pain, “almost” he told himself. Orlof could now hear not only foot steps but, also the slow heavy breathing of his opponent. It was deep and animalistic, excited and anticipating. Orlof’s fingers finally closed around the hilt and with what little strength he had he pulled the sword from the mud. As the hilt emerged from the wet darkness Orlof found a new energy, his fingers wrapped more firmly around the handle. An impossible smile was starting to form on his lips only to turn sour. As the sword came free of the mud, it was broken! Only three inches remained past the sword hilt. A shudder came over Orlof as he willed himself to face his would be executioner. The beast was taller than an average human with a head of a bull. The battle axe it was carrying was dripping with rain water and what Orlof was convinced was his own blood. It will soon be soaked Orlof thought to him self with a quiet dark humor. The creature stood over his fallen and beaten opponent striking what can only be construed as a victoriously gloating pose. With what energy Orlof had left he use to form what would likely be his last words “go on and get it over with…”. The Minatare seemed only too happy to oblige, lifting its battle axe high in the air was the last thing Orlof remembered seeing. He was swallowed by the blackness.

The fire in pit started to die down. A tavern worker stoked what was left of the chard logs and placed another log into the pit. The tavern was alive with patrons and the chatter was loud with talk and glasses clanking. As the figure finished his tale he quickly downed the last of his drink. Surrounding him where a half dozen figures, some human, some elf folk and at least two halflings. One halfling stood in amazement and then it struck him. He bellowed out “Orlof, I have a question, if you died out there then how is it you’re here to tell us this tale?” Finishing his drink Orlof let out a boastful laugh. “Well my half kin folk, that’s a most excellent point. I was dead as you put it and I can tell you here and now it’s the creepiest feeling being dead and all. Now I don’t know how long I was out, couldn’t have been long because they say if you’re dead too long you can’t come back. But, there I was I suppose all corpse like and then BAM! I’m alive again! I looked around as best I could and then I saw him, a cleric standing right over me. He brought me back from the dead! Elstan was his name, he told me he was passing by when he saw what was left of the battle. After a moment, to get my bearings, I asked about my comrades. He told me he was sorry but, it appeared that the beast had fed on there bodies and there wasn’t enough left to raise. He did however help me back to town. I’ve been here ever since.” The group surrounding him fell into silence trying to take it all in. Orlof continued. “I must say that I’ll always be grateful to that man for bringing me back but, I’m going to be laid up for a while well my wounds heal. That means I won’t be able to go out there and avenge my fallen comrades.” With that Orlof orders another drink and downs it quickly trying to hide his anger and sorrow. The halfling pipes in again. “We could try and raise some money and hire a group of fighters to take care of this monster. What do you say to that?” Orlof appeared to be lost in thought. One of the others sitting at the table spoke up. “I’ll donate some silver pieces.” Others started in as well. Soon there was a sizable pot enough to hire two to three adventures at least. The halfling spoke again. “Good, good I think that’s enough. Now, all we need to do is find us some adventurers.”

Welcome to the Dungeon...

2007-02-24T18:40:00.000-08:00

Ready for some old school D&D? Well here it is. Nancy and I have started up (what was an email rpg using the old D&D basic set) but, now we've turned it into a blog rpg so that everyone else can enjoy our adventures. I'm going to add what we've done so far and then we'll take it up from there.

Thanks and enjoy
GM (DM) Aaron

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