Thursday, 30 November 2017 14:31

Greetings Stranger

"Greetings stranger...

Have ye been to the Lady Luck Tavern lately?

What?... Ye 've never heard of it?... Where are ye from?... Not from around I gather....

Are ye from the eastern dales?... or.. maybe from the southern sultanates....

Fine... don't tell... It doesn't mater anyway... Sooner or later ye'r gonna be a sword coaster.... or ye'll die... Hahahahahaha....

Ahem... Were was I?.. Ah yes, the Lady Luck Tavern... Just head for Daggerford's marketplace and ye'll find it... For me its the best place to be if yer looking for some company or a half decent meal... Its even better place for those looking for some adventure I tell ye!

Anyway, there's a new bard in the place, charming fellow..., gets quite the audience every night.

I gather that its not his talent for singing, that people find interesting, but the words of his songs.

There is a particular one, that he always keeps for last, that speaks of hidden treasure or something.. I think it goes like this....

Ahem.....

Now sit around and hear the tale

of poor ol' merchant's coffin nail

 

He was the richest man around

and it was full well known in town

 

he had a fear a bit surreal

his treasure everyone would steal

 

and thus he traveled far and wide

to find a place his gold to hide

 

and soon he stumbled on a cave

designed by fate to be his grave

 

you see the man was unaware

the cave was also a monster's lair

 

poor fella went and woke the beast

and soon became the monster's feast

 

his treasure's still there I suppose

and that is how the story goes

 

So if you 'd like the merchant's wealth

I'll drink a pitcher to your health

 

And if you want to know the place

Buy me a beer of fuck your face

 

 

I know I'm not much of a singer, but ye seem like an adventurous fellow..., why don't ye go there and see him for yer self?...

Maybe his on to something...."

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Although, we have already entered the age of nerdism and geekiness, where people that play video games and know how to use a PC can now be considered " cool" at the same time, Dungeons and Dragons is still a game where the majority of people playing it are men. 

That is why here at The Old School Project, in an attempt to bring balance and diversity to our campaign, as well as the general D&D fan-base, we announce that each of the characters of the first all-girls team will acquire a unique magical item at the start of the game.

Each of these items will be given according to the character classes and will be tightly connected with the campaign's plot. Furthermore, the power of the items will scale parallel to the user's level, making them quite useful throughout the whole campaign and to all levels.

Each of these items will be visible to all, as it will be posted to the owner's profile page at the Bloodvale Campaign site. Don't forget that you do not need to be a full team of four in order to play. If there are at least two applications, then you can start as a party of 2 and then other people may join your team.

Don't forget that you do not need to be a full team of four in order to play. If there are at least two applications, then you can start as a party of 2 and then other people may join your team.

Bare in mind that starting with such an item will not make you the permanent owner, because many may seek to take it from you, be them monsters or even other players.

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Hearing the sound of the shutter breaking, the baron snapped out of his thoughts and rushed to close the window and seal his room from the raging storm. It was not that he minded the trenchant wind filling his chambers, or the cold of the rain that hit on his flesh like a million tiny hammers, they were quite insignificant to his  unearthly existence. What bothered him was the screaming sound of the tempest, which was greatly distracting him from planning all the intricate steps that where needed to achieve the goal at hand.

After he shut the casement, the sound limited significantly and apart from the hollow whistling coming from outside, the space acquired a more seclusive atmosphere. The baron stood still lost in his thoughts, as he was looking through the glass at the lightless fields around his keep. He was still slightly irritated, but it was not the sound this time, but something else. Something that was always there, always lurking in the back of his head. It was like an insatiable hunger forever howling inside his gut, or like an unquenchable thirst constantly scratching his throat. Surely, he could reduce it from time to time, but he knew very well that he could never get rid of it.

"My lord..." said a soft whisper coming from the door. The baron turned and looked at the speaker knowing full well that he would not she a thing. He knew that the speaker, his servant, was an invisible outlandish conjuring, a creature of shadow with no real subsistence in this world.

He only nodded and the servant replied, "your guests are in the reception hall for quite a while and etiquette requires for your presence...".

"Do they have the item?"the baron said eagerly.

"They do..." responded the shade with its colorless tone.

The Baron exhaled a fake breath and quickly opened the window with a mighty motion. His next words were cloaked as the storm violently burst inside the room. They must wait a bit longer".

"Where shall I say you went?" asked the creature.

"To hunt"

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The priestess knelt over the steaming pot, boiling with bellaroot and mushade, and took a deep breath of the fumes. She closed her eyes and let the numbness take her. After a while but soon enough she felt that familiar sensation that was like falling into a pit of tar, into the black nothingness, into the Abyss. She opened her eyes, but she could not see, and started walking towards no particular direction, as she would always do when visiting her goddess's domain.

For a time the only sound she had for company was the tranquil splash her bare feet made when touching that liquid shadow this ghastly place had for soil. And then she felt it. That awfully powerful presence that filled the space like a tide of doom and despair. Suddenly, fear was the only thing she knew, a fear so grate and unrelenting, that touched the borders of insane euphoria and made her want to reap her own heart out as offering to the being responsible for all that chaos.

Into the deep darkness she could now make out eight long silhouettes, like giant slender daggers of glistering black carapace, stabbing the ground and supporting a monstrous black body. The priestess knew the figure of her goddess all too well, and she run closer to the giant form, craving for just a glimpse of her divine face.

And there it was, in all its horrible beauty and perfection, an elf-like body growing waste up over the black spider bulk. The goddess's skin was as dark and smooth as policed obsidian, and from her head ,like hair, sprung silver web, covering her breasts and shoulders. Two glorious black orbs, emptier than death and at the same time full of power, were the goddess's eyes, but they were not looking at the priestess. They were destructed, looking at something indefinable, something small that stood between her feet. The goddess stretched her hand, trying to reach for it, but for some reason she could not, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting it from her grasp.

The priestess went closer to look and soon enough she stood right over it. Her eyes widen as the divine knowledge was getting carved into her mind and into her soul.

Right then and there, in to the edge of existence, for the first time in her life the priestess was sure, she knew exactly what she should do.

 

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