“The New Neon Knights and the Valley of Needles”
A tale of _#SundayAMSwords_
Opening eidolon: http://st.gdefon.com/wallpapers_original/wallpapers/388941_art_pejzazh_bashni_ushhele_tuman_reka_kamni_1680x1050_%28www.GdeFon.ru%29.jpg
In the Valley of Needles at the bidding of the Wizard-Whales, to deposit a pearl of great price at the top of the tallest needle.
Emerging from cave. The knee-deep water under the algae floor. Fibula hovering on enchanted wicker board. Malivrax tripping over submerged obstacle, finding silver helmet of fellow Neon Knight, Lord Malinth. Remains of a fallen comrade, felled by foul fate. Looking into empty eye-sockets, seeing friend’s last moments: The valley as the city it was. The 3-headed guardbeast. Malinth defeated the first, stumbled before the second, defeated by the third.
Fibula alighting the rocky shore. Tibia, her fox, finding a series of small openings in the rock face. Not an opening, a maw! The fox swallowed. Let the little guy go first.
Three heads rise, with needle teeth like moray eels. A rocky body with a hundred centipede legs. Each mouth enough to swallow a rouge in one bite.
Malivrax dragging himself on rocky perch. It is the beast! Tail squeezing armor.
Taryb leading one head on merry chase, betwixt its legs. A monster trips itself in its enthusiasm. Body crashing upon Taryb—rocky above, slimy below.
Fibula arranging symbols of bone. Holding forth staff and half-understood chant. Bones melting into the earth, then growing as needles, piercing the beast.
Taryb levering off the massive bulk. Spindly legs piercing solid stone, weakening the foundation. A hidden entrance!
Malivrax removing his helmet. A needle of pink-purple light piercing the sky. Cue the screaming guitars! Lord Malinth’s helmet will not be borne. Malivrax laid low.
Fibula weilds Malivrax’s Unbending Light. The beast butchered, but no fox to be found. Where do things consumed by the Guardian(s) end up?
Partway up the needle, an open colonnade with balcony above. Wardrums! Archers! A warning—shouted and shot. Malivrax—headless, wearing the two helmets chained like a mantle—bellowing his laughter of old. Climbing the tapestry to the balcony. Bearing arrows like porcupine quills.
The Captain dropping unharmed from the balcony. His breastplate of Lord Malinth. A foe armored in a fallen comrade. Bearing an orange Unbending Light. “I warned you once to leave this—” Taryb swinging salt-encrusted lock upon sash to take off his head! A sash of punishment used as a weapon. Dropped like a punk.
From the balcony, the shape of a fox with the colors all wrong. Antifox biting Fibula’s arm. Tapped nose and spoken word. The antifox sicced on Fibula’s foes.
In the balcony, four more Neon Knights helmets. Grim trophies made of the helmets of fallen comrades. An archer seizing the two chained helmets like a mighty flail. Malivrax rising. A beam of solid purple light sweeping the battlefield.
The cold, dead hand of the Captain gripping Taryb’s ankle. What happens to Lord Malinth's armor now that it has no human head controlling it? Taryb climbing with the great weight below. Smashing Malinth’s helmet on its headless shoulders. Helmet bound to shoulders with kelp-green sash. A sickly brown light oozing from the armor.
In the valley, a raucous funeral dirge for the fallen knights. The knight that was and might yet be Malinth unable to hold a sword. Can the knights rise again from such a state?
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Lord Malivrax portrayed by Epidiah Ravachol . Taryb portrayed by Keith Stetson . And introducing Fibula, portrayed by Jim Crocker I was overplayer. Our virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1g5N14KaF7kxAOSQ3cuKupDTVt4rttZaw70_VJNmK-cc/edit?usp=sharing
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“Sacrificed to the Vul-Twin”
A tale of _#SundayAMSwords_
A raucous celebration of the New Year. Frogfolk throat-singing the songs to the first moon of the new year. Taryb, in gilded cage, bearing a sea green sash with salt-encrusted lock. Frogfolk winching the gilded cage up a massive pole towards the moon. At top of pole, a massive vulture with two snake heads: THE VUL-TWIN!
Gammon, drunk, singing the true song of the moon that he learned on the moon. The Scythian climbing the pole to rescue Taryb. The two snake-heads menacing Taryb from either side. She is (nearly) eaten from both ends, like a long piece of spaghetti. Taryb’s flute, bringing slumber to all who hear. The sleeping, massive snake-heads twisting and wrecking the cage.
A caravan of ancient homes, sleek in form, lugged on crude wooden wheels. The caravan leader Abra, a stout woman with curly red and silver hair. Abra plying Taryb with vermillion liquor. The Vul-Twin’s shadow across the moon. The stars are wrong, and the moon moves in the wrong direction! The workings of heavenly bodies are amiss.
The Scythian, awaking in comfort, crawling to the front of the caravan. Abra bears the signs of serving the Frogfolk.
Gammon, examining the treasure room. Disdainfully breaking a carved wizard-whale. Gems of successively larger sizes, the last filled with life. Within the gem, two tiny snake-heads and a pair of wings stirring. Gammon lifting the jewel-egg. Look with your eyes, not with your hands!
Frogfolk clinging to the outside of the caravan. Lashing at Gammon with sticky tongue. Gammon eaten from one end, like a long piece of moon-person. The frogman biting off more than he can chew.
Flashback: Beneath the sea, a meeting of frogfolk and wizard-whale. What morsel would the gods of sea and slumber offer to the frogfolk? Taryb, of course.
In the caravan, Abra bears a salt-encrusted key, a relic of the gods of the briny deep. Only it will open the lock ‘pon Taryb’s sash. Taryb chokes Abra with the sash.
The Vul-twin lands, menacing Taryb and Abra with venom-dripping fangs. The Scythian lifting Abra as an offering. Taryb refusing to let her go, even as she is swallowed. Why wouldn’t Taryb let go to save herself from the Vultwin?
Massive frogman with wicked trident chained to wrist. A hurl towards Gammon’s heart. Deflection, and Gammon running up the chain. Enraged, the frogman’s fury brings its own trident back on itself. The jewel-egg falling and shattering. Beware that your victory is not so extravagant that it robs you of your prize.
The Vul-twin strking at The Scythian. Guardian moon shattering in defense. The other head, swallowing Abra, Taryb, The Scythian all. Taryb diving down the throat after the key. The Scythian’s sword, beheading the beast from the inside. Taryb, The Scythian, and the head fall to the ground. Corrosive venom dissolving the skin, leaving them in a cage of snake-bone, like the gilded cage.
Players were Epidiah Ravachol as Overplayer, Aaron Feild as The Scythian, and Keith Stetson as Taryb and me as Gammon.
Link to virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1kTdqrtZhkuXLiFiY_pkoCcuRvY1iCvw8Wb4z7lqEUCs/edit?usp=sharing
“Sacrificed to the Vul-Twin”
A tale of _#SundayAMSwords_
A raucous celebration of the New Year. Frogfolk throat-singing the songs to the first moon of the new year. Taryb, in gilded cage, bearing a sea green sash with salt-encrusted lock. Frogfolk winching the gilded cage up a massive pole towards the moon. At top of pole, a massive vulture with two snake heads: THE VUL-TWIN!
Gammon, drunk, singing the true song of the moon that he learned on the moon. The Scythian climbing the pole to rescue Taryb. The two snake-heads menacing Taryb from either side. She is (nearly) eaten from both ends, like a long piece of spaghetti. Taryb’s flute, bringing slumber to all who hear. The sleeping, massive snake-heads twisting and wrecking the cage.
A caravan of ancient homes, sleek in form, lugged on crude wooden wheels. The caravan leader Abra, a stout woman with curly red and silver hair. Abra plying Taryb with vermillion liquor. The Vul-Twin’s shadow across the moon. The stars are wrong, and the moon moves in the wrong direction! The workings of heavenly bodies are amiss.
The Scythian, awaking in comfort, crawling to the front of the caravan. Abra bears the signs of serving the Frogfolk.
Gammon, examining the treasure room. Disdainfully breaking a carved wizard-whale. Gems of successively larger sizes, the last filled with life. Within the gem, two tiny snake-heads and a pair of wings stirring. Gammon lifting the jewel-egg. Look with your eyes, not with your hands!
Frogfolk clinging to the outside of the caravan. Lashing at Gammon with sticky tongue. Gammon eaten from one end, like a long piece of moon-person. The frogman biting off more than he can chew.
Flashback: Beneath the sea, a meeting of frogfolk and wizard-whale. What morsel would the gods of sea and slumber offer to the frogfolk? Taryb, of course.
In the caravan, Abra bears a salt-encrusted key, a relic of the gods of the briny deep. Only it will open the lock ‘pon Taryb’s sash. Taryb chokes Abra with the sash.
The Vul-twin lands, menacing Taryb and Abra with venom-dripping fangs. The Scythian lifting Abra as an offering. Taryb refusing to let her go, even as she is swallowed. Why wouldn’t Taryb let go to save herself from the Vultwin?
Massive frogman with wicked trident chained to wrist. A hurl towards Gammon’s heart. Deflection, and Gammon running up the chain. Enraged, the frogman’s fury brings its own trident back on itself. The jewel-egg falling and shattering. Beware that your victory is not so extravagant that it robs you of your prize.
The Vul-twin strking at The Scythian. Guardian moon shattering in defense. The other head, swallowing Abra, Taryb, The Scythian all. Taryb diving down the throat after the key. The Scythian’s sword, beheading the beast from the inside. Taryb, The Scythian, and the head fall to the ground. Corrosive venom dissolving the skin, leaving them in a cage of snake-bone, like the gilded cage.
Players were Epidiah Ravachol as Overplayer, Aaron Feild as The Scythian, and Keith Stetson as Taryb and me as Gammon.
Link to virtual tabletop: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1kTdqrtZhkuXLiFiY_pkoCcuRvY1iCvw8Wb4z7lqEUCs/edit?usp=sharing
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