2015 Jan 4 (Gammon)
“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