“The Acidic Fury of Ancient Bara”

“The Acidic Fury of Ancient Bara”
A tale of #SundayAMSwords
Opening eidolon: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/503629170805306548/

Four rogues, clinging to fragment of aircraft carrier, afloat upon a lake of acid. Hooting and hollering from the spiky shores. Taryb: A flurry of motion from stone to stone amidst the hungry yellow acid. The Scythian’s spell highlighting the handholds to climb a carved, rocky pillar. Arvin the Shadow hurling a rope tied to a throwing knife. The toppled pillar, a bridge. Beneath, a banshee machine trapped by height for the good of all.

Walking amidst the sharp-edged badlands. On open ground, a banshee machine, hovering on cushion of green energy. Flails coated in gore. Two red eyes locking on Baltazar. “Felinoid acquired.” Rock shattered into flying shrapnel. The Shadow’s quick blade. A raging machine, blind in one eye. Lurching. A flail cracking open a geyser of acid and spinning it around. The Scythian’s shield dissolved. Baltazar cornered, tossing vial to Taryb. “Use this!” Blind machine turning toward voice. Facing danger, it is sometimes best to remain unnoticed. Taryb atop the machine, dodging flame jets. The vial with no opening smashed. Bright yellow fluid tracing all the seams and inner workings. The sound of machinery grinding the opposite way it should.

Tribe of small figures in slick, black leathers. Examining the banshee wreckage and rogues’ tools. The rogues in small caves, blocked by stone bars.

The Shadow hears whispers of the moon: The ancient Bara empire, builder of fleets of banshee-machines. Machines built to house the ghosts of conquered peoples and to be used to conquer more peoples. Baltazar seeing that the banshee machines had killed his people. Their souls its fuel. The Scythian discerning the sturdiness of this acid-proof rock. Pterosaur alighting with more leather-clads. Examine your surroundings, but not too closely lest you get them on you.

There is some ruckus as the leather-clads come to take the secrets of defeating the banshee-machines from the rogues. Ancient rivalries renewed.  Taryb evading the leather-clads. Breaking the storage tank in the heart of the banshee-machine. The souls spilling out, hoisting her aloft. Glum, quiet ghosts. Baltazar laying the ghosts of his people to peace. The Scythian’s MEGATOME to the rescue! The sturdy rock cracking. A geyser of acid! The Shadow, unnoticed, gathering the Ghost Scroll from the banshee-machine. Upon the pterosaur, the rogues safely gone.

The Scythian portrayed by Aaron Feild  Taryb portrayed by Keith Stetson  Arvin the Shadow portrayed by Richard Ruane  And, introducing in his first game of Swords, Baltazar portrayed by Thomas G. 

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