*Once upon a #SundayAMSwords *

*Once upon a #SundayAMSwords *

Link to opening simulacrum: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008467/

Moving through successive townhouses to gain admittance to the Oracle. The supplicants pleading for insight. Peeled feather-like strips of living tissue used as strips of divinatory wisdom. Gammon hearing the whirr of fans and hard drives. The smell of small burnings. Lord Malivrax adorned with trophies crafted of ancient, forgotten baubles.

Yakoné’s finger to the Oracle’s beak: “What gives you the authority?” The peeled feather wrapping Yakoné’s eyes. “The powers that made your tattoo inks have empowered me.” Blindfolded Yakoné swinging axe devastatingly through the supplicants. Blood feeding grooves and carvings on the ground. Lord Malivrax cradling a fallen attendant. Yakoné cocooned by the wings of a bird-like Oracle. “Wizards are at least honest in their evil—priests couch theirs in pretty lies.” Backhand shield-punch to the beak. The peeled skull, freed from its wrappings, proving too fragile. Glowing yellow liquid oozing from the shards.

Yakoné’s climbing up the statues and rotunda—Gammon on back, Malivrax hanging from axe. Blood nearing the whirring machine. Gammon abseiling down voltmeter wires—grabbing drives and motherboards before sacred spirits of volts and fluids, launch another battle in their war eternal. Lord Malivrax on ladder platforms. Guardians fall before the never-bending light. Malvrax falling into a crowd of angry cultist arms. Escaping, but at cost of another armor chunk.

Yakoné peering at the glowing yellow and purple mist within Malivrax’s chest cavity. The supplicants reverse engineering the Neon Knight from a trophy taken from his armor. Gammon communing battery and motherboard and else. “It doesn’t work. I failed the rites.” The device forgotten for weeks.

Weeks later, we stand over the just-defeated corpse of the goatsucker: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/368943394447008459/

A muttered three-syllable sound from the forgotten device. An amalgamation of armor pieces, bits of skull, a single wing: The “little brother” Neon Knight, come to best his progenitor. Gammon enveloped and snipping from within. Glowing yellow fluid burning runes into Gammon’s face. Lord Malivrax drawing and facing the mockery. Will it be strong enough to end his tenure as the last Neon Knight? Staring. Raising swords. Charging. A single pass. The mockery falls.

Speaking the ancient funeral rites over the pyre. Reattaching the bit of armor. Ruins of pyramid and tower, palace and stardust ahead. Arguing over which type of music to conjure from the motherboard.

Link to the virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1BCoxp7iwsW9078hyApINLLiRrGPcd_woY8ujg8RWmB8/edit

Players: Epidiah Ravachol  (Lord Malivrax), Jim Crocker  (Yakoné), me (Gammon), Keith Stetson  (Overplayer)
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