Things that happens once upon a Sunday morning. #SundayAMSwords

Things that happens once upon a Sunday morning. #SundayAMSwords  

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The City of Tides, its people oppressed. The Jackals of the Streets, whose sorceries summon ancient vehicles. A bridge between flooded buildings. Sinews of salvaged rope and cable, bones of pipe and girder and street sign. Our rogues on guard. A roar of boats. Jackal skulls strapped to heads and helmets. Boarders with grapples! Lord Malivrax falling and sinking. Kthoh-Arok climbing down the boarding ropes. The Scythian, weapons discarded, “helpless.”

Beneath the canal, Jackal-helmeted divers w/ underwater fire. Lord Malivrax striding toward the dark rituals. The Scythian’s Megatome as melee weapon. Kthoh-Arok netted and plunging. The divers’ ritual complete. The last plate glass window shattered. Lord Malivrax battered and pushed upstairs by the force of water.

Kthoh-Arok shredding Jackals through netting. A huge, winged fell beast of Tarathmane. Its wings robbing Kthoh-Arok of strength. The Scythian captured in ebon talons. Lord Malivrax’s Unbending Blade slicing the dark ritual’s fire-device.

The Jackals with hacksaws. Innocents herded to the middle of the unguarded bridge. The fraying of rope and cable.

The Scythian strapped to the head of a fell winged beast. Divining Tarathmane’s control of the fell beast. Risking soul to steer the beast.

Rooftop of skyscraper. Observation deck turned kangaroo court. Jeering crowds. The Master of the North Tower baring a totem of power made from an old gas nozzle. Lord Malivrax and Kthoh-Arok bound before his judgment. The bridge was a ward against peak sorcery! A dark figure in the crowd, unseen by nearly all. Tarathmane’s right hand. This Curséd One bears death in his hand. Only rogues dare see the prospect of death.

Northern Master stands to pass judgment. The fell beast plucking bound forms—from one grasp to another. Wings spread high against the blue sky. The Curséd One casually, inexorably strolling up the back of the beast. Lord Malivrax’s missing limb becoming an advantage against bindings. Kthoh-Arok breaking free of all that holds him—including talons. Lord Malivrax requesting death from The Curséd One as they fall. The fell beast’s wings folding to plummet afterward.

The Scythian stepping into The Curséd One’s dreams. A crying boy clutching wilted flowers—yearning for his beloved, whose torn soul was infused into Kthoh-Arok. More fell beasts seek the first son of Tarathmane, the only one who can rise against him, Kthoh-Arok. Lord Malivrax allowing the fell beasts to break his fellows’ fall, then slicing fell leg and riding downward.

A jungle island amidst the ruins. Thick branches. Dank, dark leaf canopy shielding from relentless pursuit.

LInk to Virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/15ejSS0xd44mg-g6GzPHc7p5W7ogHs84GgzJUX4OINK0/edit?usp=sharing

I was Overplayer. Players were Epidiah Ravachol Aaron Feild Sean Smith . Richard Rogers observed for a time.
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