We find our heroes, Ozuri and Nero, enjoying themselves at the Herald’s Tabard Inn, in the city of Summerbreeze. As Ozuri was enjoying her cup of strawberry juice and Nero was chatting up the barmaid, a curious lady walked in and set up a scroll. It seemed that the king and his son were in need of an escort. Who knows what happened to the royal guard?

The two start riding towards the garrison; suddenly a great wind had begun, the ground disappeared from underneath them, up was down, the pair found themselves flying above and then being placed upon a new world – one which did not end just meters ahead of them.

-  There we go, new map, the DM said content.

Ozuri spotted an arrow’s tip in the bushes, but before Nero could be warned, it was already too late. The two assassins were defeated and one was left alive to be questioned - a useless action indeed, seeing how assassins are specially trained to never reveal information about their employers or guilds. Nero’s axe was achin’ to splatter some brains and its wish was soon granted. Ozuri dodged a piece of flying cerebellum and then patted the dust off her cloak. After looting the assassins, and getting some mysterious daggers and a ring with a black orb on it, they moved on.

Upon reaching a summer palace, they were greeted by two gargoyles, which the DM roleplayed very nicely. Inside the palace they were greeted by Lady Malayree and they were told that they were to escort a pair of decoys to throw the assassins off the king’s trail and that they were to meet with a messenger back at the inn. Ozuri noticed that some of the guards were wearing rings with black orbs but said nothing. In the back of the room, what appeared to be a Pelor statue was guarding the back wall, only not bearing Pelor’s head, but that of an older, obsure and malevolent god. Ozuri tried to remember his name but the only thing that popped into her mind was “Turtlebutt”. (The guards wearing the ring were a bit too obvious but Pelor with a different head was a nice, unexpected touch.)

On the way back to the inn the two companions crossed a river, but the forest had a surprise in store for them. Vines shot from underneath the murky river bed and grabbed the horses, pulling them away. Nero swiftly jumped in the water to try and follow them but he was also caught and dragged underwater. With a swift cut from his axe he freed himself and charged towards the shambler only to be bitch-slapped by its vines. After a combat in which Nero got slapped some more and Ozuri almost got her brains squeezed out, they emerged victorious and Nero got his horse down from a tree using only a bit of rope, a stone and the tail of a dead squirrel.

While riding, they encountered the messenger on the road and lucky for them, he wasn’t wearing that black orb ring. At the inn they met the two decoys and the rest of the plan was revealed to them. They were to travel to the Behemoth’s Broken Fang Crossroads Inn (holy long name!), dress in the royal guard uniform and escort the decoys from there.

The Broken Fang inn was big, built like a fortress and it was run by a family with a lot of daughters of different ages, a fact that Nero was very excited for. The head of the family was a big, potbellied man who shouted orders from the top of the stairs and had a greatclub handy. The smells coming from the kitchen would’ve made even the gods drool despite the fact that the cook was a mere female, the man’s wife. She had a blackened eye, but greeted the travelers with a smile, in spite of her ugly injury. Ozuri wanted introduce the husband’s face to her boot, but not having enough evidence that he’s responsible she tried to calm herself.

While Nero was enjoying a big bowl of broth, the youngest of the daughters, only 7 years old, came and asked if they were from the church for she wanted to confess. Ozuri pointed her to the messenger, who has yet to reveal his name. She was the weapon of Bahamut, not his ears and in no position to grant forgiveness. The messenger looked more priestly than her and was indeed more qualified to listen to the little girl. With a perverted smile he took her by his side as he made a ritual of silence so nobody would eavesdrop on them. While he was doing his …business with the little girl, Nero used his battleaxe diplomacy on the loudmouthed husband which eventually went down in the wine cellar. When the confession of the young girl was over, it came as no surprise to the three that the father beats his wife and abuses his daughters. With a few subtle questions, the three found out that the husband wasn’t actually an important part for the inn’s business and so they went down after him. He was sucking booze from a huge barrel and somewhere near him, in a corner on the ground, was one of the elder daugthers, crying. Nero was all too happy to introduce his shield to the father’s face and as he did, puke gushed out of the drunkard, splattering all over. At the moment he was dropped to the ground, the daughter got up, unsheathed a dagger and rushed to stab her father but Ozuri stopped her. Nero explained to her that they’ll take care of it, she need not get blood on her hands. Ozuri said a little prayer for the father and then they proceeded to tying him. They put the guy over a horse, told the decoys it’s time to leave and as they rode away, the wife, with a broad smile, waved goodbye to her soon to be ex-husband. After leaving the inn behind they stopped to deal with squirming guy. They dug a grave after which Nero’s axe got acquainted with the father’s brain. They buried him and left.

Upon reaching a bridge, Ozuri’s keen eyes notice that the support pylons were rigged with explosives and stops everybody just in time. The invoker sensed several magical triggers on the bridge but he wasn’t able to disable them and so Nero decided to jump into the stream to take off the barrels. His heavy plate armor was no match for the powerful currents of the river and he was able to swim better than a duck towards the first one. He skillfuly climbed up to the barrel and took it off.  The companions were lucky enough it didn’t hit the other pylons which might have caused it to explode. When he jumped back into the water to go for the second one he almost died from thermal shock. At that moment two hidden archers started shooting flaming arrows at the barrels in an atempt to blow up the bridge, but failed miserably as Ozuri and the perverted invoker intervened.

The archers were defeated, the faux-king and son and their escort passed the bridge only to meet with a caravan and their armed escort at a fork in the road. The decoys started fidgeting as they saw that in the middle of the caravan were the actual king and his son. The guard’s captain approached the travelers and started questioning them. When his eyes turned to the decoys they tried to hide their faces. It was at this moment that one of them took a bite out of Nero’s shield. Upon hitting the ground his face became contorted and it became clear that the two were actually changelings. Seconds after, the caravan was ambushed and the bloodbath began. Knights started charging the assassins, impaling them in their long lances, priests were blessing the combatants, wizards were hurtling fireballs, the king was whining and the prince was crying like a little girl when he got shot in the calf. One of the attackers was spared for questioning and one of the corpses on the battlefield had a ring with a black orb on its fingers. The guard’s captain thanked the adventurers for their help and asked them to join their caravan and promised a reward upon reaching their destination. At that instant each of them started flying towards the sky and entered what seemed to be a ginormous bag.

– That’s all for today guys, said the DM while cleaning the board of miniatures.

At the end, the only thing I was disappointed with was the fact that it was over. The action was great, the plot was well thought out and the NPCs weren’t superficial, they each had a well balanced personality, enough to be able to answer and react to all our weird questions and actions. One thing I really appreciated was the fact that the DM did really nice voice acting and rewarded roleplaying and that  lulz were thrown back and forth all the time. Hopefully the next adventure will come soon because I’m really curious about how the story develops.

Thus ended my first D&D campaign.

The campaign is set in the world of Drakonia.

Buttoworms because Ozuri sounds close to oxiuri (a type of butt worms).

Thanks to Skee for proofreading and slapping me upside the head for each mistake I made >.<

Yay for Muza-chan \o/

Este o aditie binevenita la colectia de figurine (nu ca as avea multe >.>)

A fost placut sa o asamblez. Imi place mult pozitia mainilor si felul in care e arcuit corpul. Boobies are well made ^_^ Dpdv al constructiei arata foarte bine, desi exista mici imperfectiuni in unele zone de imbinare ale parului, but wgaf,  I has awesome figurine \o/ (or was it figure? meh…close `nuff)

Pozele nu-s prea reusite ca m-am grabit si n-am avut rabdare prea multa. Poate maine/alta zi.

Restul pozelor cu CC.

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From Kiddy Grade

r.t. – vreau un backdrop mai lat si inca o lampa >.<

Lightning storm time lapse from yoshi on Vimeo.