#SundayAMSwords

#SundayAMSwords  
Link to opening simulacrum: https://plus.google.com/photos/117516100985204134844/albums/6058910984237885665?authkey=CLTnvPiKiaOqWg

A thick, thick forest. Canopy blocking out the sun for days. Insect exuviae nearly the size of a man. The intense whining behind—besides—all around. Hundreds of scintillating wings. The attack! Dario lights a torch. Smaller insects dive in and burst into flame. The suit of armor tackling Dario and smacking him to put out the flames. The leaf litter alights! Scythian flees, but her moon is swarmed and left behind. Grost is covered, pointed legs biting through flesh.  Dario duels giant flying bugs with a cape like a Matador. Dario and Lord Malivrax pulled aloft. Grost infusing them with green energy, changing their eyes to green. The smoke and fire spreading. The Scythian finding a small stream for cover. Diving in, all fall into the deepest of slumbers.

Awaking on a rocky river bank. There is a waterfall behind them. Windows carved into the cliff beneath the falls. The bugs were commanded to wipe the trees and all life from this swath of land. Water coming out of Lord Malivrax joints while coughing. Also coughing up the ring which commands an armory of ancient destructive power. Scythian finds the room behind the waterfall. Hundreds of scintillating jars full of bugs.

Dario plays the four notes of opening jars. Grost glimpses the ominous figure in yellow, the Saffron Queen.

Half-insect/half-human with swords. Shattering jars. Sticky pink fluid getting into Lord Malivrax joints. Dario using music to twist the air and become invisible to strange senses. The small swarms of razor sharp wings. Grost turning a razor swarm against the insect/men. Saffron Queen: “Not this time.” The Scythian’s captured moon streaking out of the darkness to strike Grost. Lord Malivrax not looking before he dives, sharing the blow and shattering his armored left arm.  Scythian and Grost, back to back, striding through the swarm with lit moon and magic in hand.  Getting swarmed and taking the Saffron Queen with them.

Four rogues in four jars, slowly filling in pink ooze. The Saffron Queen at a panel of buttons and levers. Grost: “Release me and I will swear fealty of crag-lord.” Saffron Queen: “Decant him!” Dario’s dog barking from outside. The bark of the trees growing through the rocks, cracking the stone. The river rushing in and boiling on contact with the pick ooze. Washed out into the river and pulling each other upon the banks.

Link to today’s virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1UzqLY_vsT2WGTmP6PPj0l6vh3VW_8mkFyPAs2jLUTpo/edit?usp=sharing

And our awesome cast: Epidiah Ravachol Miguel Zapico Andy Hauge Aaron Feild 



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