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Sunday Gamers: Andrek runs Carrion Crown 8 years 11 months ago #293

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You've outdone yourself this time, Mike. Excellent Write-Up. Help yourself to an automatic Natural 20 Counter!
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Sunday Gamers: Andrek runs Carrion Crown 8 years 11 months ago #294

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Thanks Andy. :D
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Carrion Crown / Wake of the Watcher (Part 10) – 05/04/2015

Having defeated the devilfish and scattered the sharks under its dominion, the heroes ride the bathysphere down to the bottom of the lake. Rafe hauls on the brake before the submersible sinks into the silty ooze. On the surface of the water, a bell chimes and Professor Croon locks the chain in place until the party indicate their wish to return. Secretly, he is surprised that his device actually worked!

Still in octopus form, Thorne locates the entrance to the skum lair. A fleshy curtain prevents the dungeon from flooding. The surface yields to his probing tentacles and Thorne pushes through into the dark, (comparatively) dry tunnel beyond. The air is foul, yet breathable and the dwarven druid resumes his normal shape. Rafe, Hargr and Van Hellsqueak follow him through.

Lacking Darkvision, Rafe gropes around until he finds a fist-sized rock, upon which he casts Light. As the object in his hand begins to glow, Rafe realises he is holding a human skull. With a surprised cry, he throws it away. The skull lands in the middle of the cavern, breaking into several glowing fragments and illuminating two immensely tall, gangrel figures lurking in the shadows. The creatures shamble forward slowly, their long arms dangling loosely at their sides.

“Get ready for a fight!” Hargr growls, brandishing his axe.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to take them ages to get here!” Van Hellsqueak chortles, observing the monster’s comically slow approach.

Suddenly, the nearest of the two creatures flickers, reappearing scant feet away from the surprised halfing. Van Hellsqueak shrieks in an unheroic fashion as the dimensional shambler wraps it long, pale arms around him. The creature flickers again and suddenly it and the halfling are both gone!

The second creature materialises in front on Hargr, who ducks under its groping limbs and chops it in half with a single swing of his axe!

“What happened to Van Hellsqeak?” Rafe asked.

“That thing grabbed him and disappeared.” Thorne replied, moving over to where the halfling had been standing until a moment ago, “I don’t think he’s coming back.”

“Oh dear, what a tragedy, I think I’m going to weep.” Hargr grumbled, shouldering his way passed the mopey druid, “Let’s keep moving! Smellsqueak can look after himself.”

Ahead, the tunnel branches and Rafe scouts ahead. The first room he peeks into is occupied by a crowd of silent, motionless skum. The room is unlit, save for a faint, purple glow originating from the heads of the skum. With a wave of revulsion, Rafe realises that the tops of their heads have been opened up with surgical precision and their glowing brains are exposed to the air. The skum do not respond to the hero’s intrusion, they appear completely dormant. The heroes pass another few caves similarly stocked with lobotomised fishmen.

Suddenly, the air shimmers and Van Hellsqueak is unceremoniously dumped back into this plane of existence. He is pale and shaking, an expression of wordless terror plastered across his face.

“Where did that thing take you?” Thorne asked, handing the trembling halfling a mug of steaming cocoa to settle his tremulous nerves, “To the depths of the Abyss? To Leng?”

“It was worse!” Van Hellsqueak shuddered, “I only caught a glimpse of a hellish landscape spread out below me. Foul, unwashed creatures wandered aimlessly through the streets; single mothers with packs of feral children snapping at their heels and dead eyed menfolk staring hopelessly into the depths of their lukewarm beer. I think the shambler called it… Slough.”

“It’s ok, you’re safe now.” Thorne comforts the distraught halfling.

To be continued….
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Carrion Crown / Wake of the Watcher (Part 11) – 12/04/2015

Once Van Hellsqueak had recovered sufficiently to hold his crossbow without shaking, the party continue their intrusion into the Neighbours demesne. The cavern ahead is dominated by a towering statue of Father Dagon, crudely carved from a single slab of slimy, green rock. Profane symbols have been carved into the statue and surrounding walls. On a pedestal at the base of the statue rests a grimy mace. Despite its poor condition, Rafe immediately notices that the mace radiates powerful magic.

“Finally some decent treasure!” Hargr grins, rubbing his hands together greedily.

But the loot is not without guardians. An obese skum cleric ornamented with gaudy fishgold attends the statue, supported by a cluster of frog-faced acolytes. They brandish their tridents and croak menacingly. Combat is inevitable.

Hargr barrels into the skum and uses Great Cleave to really ruin their day. Zhabh-boath (the cleric) summons a large water elemental to avenge his congregation. Hargr is soaked!

“NOBODY WASHES A DWARF!” he splutters, shaking like a wet dog.

Meanwhile, Thorne transforms into a shambling mound and shambles into the fray. He snatches up a fleeing skum and tosses him across the cavern with enough force to break his back against the opposite wall. Rafe and Van Hellsqueak fire into the vicious melee and clear a path for Hargr to reach Zhabh-boath. The dwarf makes short, bloody work of the skum cleric.

“By my magic arrows!” Rafe exclaims, hefting the grimy mace from its pedestal, “This is no mundane +1 magic weapon, this is Ravens Head, a holy artefact of the Pharasman church! It was thought lost after some bumbling old bishop dropped it into the Inner Sea! This weapon has got some powerful abilities…”

“Yay!”

“… but you can only use them if you’re a bona-fide cleric of Pharasma.”

“Boo!”

“Where’s Sister Dolores when we need her?” Van Hellsqueak grumbles. The party sling Ravens Head into the Bag of Holding atop all their other miscellaneous plunder.

Up ahead, the tunnels open out into a massive cave, the largest the party have yet seen. The centre of the cavernous space is filled by a towering machine constructed from thrumming panels of alien metal. Two peculiar creatures fuss over the device, they look like nothing so much as wrinkly pricks with bat wings and tiny hands. Unfortunately, those tiny hands are holding an array of fiendish alien weaponry, which they turn on the party once they become aware of their presence (which is almost immediately). The Mi-Go (wrinkly prick monsters from space) activate their mist guns and hose the heroes with freezing fog for massive damage. The fog lingers like an unwelcome relative and obscures everyone’s vision. The party scramble around within the icy cloud, stumbling over each other and running headlong into walls.

Hargr trips and collides with a smooth, metallic surface. He realises he’s chanced upon the machine that the creatures were tinkering with. He glances down to see what fouled his footing and meets the dead gaze of Illmarsh’s missing mayor. The top of the poor man's skull has been carefully removed and his brains scooped out. Another two corpses lie beside the mayor, neither of which the dwarf recognises. Hargr kneels and goes through their pockets, finding nothing of consequence. The selfish bastards!

Elsewhere in the cloud, Shamble-Thorne finds himself abruptly grappled by both Mi-Go. He casts Fire Shield on himself and his entire body bursts into flame, immolating the two cosmic horrors. All that remains of the Mi-Go is a lingering smell of burnt pubes.

“Mmmmm, what’s cooking?” Van Hellsqueak enquires, tummy rumbling.

To be continued….
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Carrion Crown / Wake of the Watcher – Session 12 (Season Finale / Part One) – 19/04/2015

In super stealthy ranger mode, Rafe tiptoes up to the next junction. He extends his sword beyond the corner and tilts the blade until he can see the way ahead reflected in the surface of the metal. To one side, he spies a group of Mi-Go clustered around a blood-stained operating table. At the end of the table, a pair of bare feet thrash as the aliens conduct their invasive surgery. To the other side, Rafe sees an unoccupied chamber illuminated by a pulsing, azure glow. Drawn inexorably towards the dim, blue light, Rafe leads the party to the left. The cave is furnished with cheap, flatpack IKEA storage units, upon which are stacked row upon row of tall, glass cylinders filled with glowing blue fluid. In every single one of these tubes floats a disembodied brain.

“My god, they’re harvesting their victim’s organs,” Thorne utters, warding off evil with the sign of Gorum, “What can they be intending to do with them all?”

“Something awful, probably.” Rafe shrugs. Turning, he spots Van Hellsqueak poking around one of the brain canisters, “Hey! Don’t touch anything! I’m watching you!”

“Who, me? I’m not doing anything!” Van Hellsqueak claims, feigning innocence. He waits until Rafe turns his back before continuing his examination of the alien device. The lid unscrews easily and an eye-watering chemical odour escapes the open cylinder. Wrinkling his nose, Van Hellsqueak stands on tippy toe and peers over the rim. He grins as a mischievous thought presents itself.

By the entrance, Rafe is keeping a close eye on the Mi-Go. Something wet and spongy hits the back of his head, splashing his hair and shoulders with blue slime. Spinning around, Rafe steps on something squishy. He lifts his boot and finds a shrivelled brain clinging to the sole.

“Van Hellsqueak!” Rafe snarls, advancing on the halfling.

“It wasn’t me! It was him!” the halfling says, pointing up at Shamble-Thorne.

“Hur?!” Shamble-Thorne grunts, looking about as surprised as a giant, carnivorous compost heap can realistically expect to look.

Closing the distance, Rafe grabs Van Hellsqueak’s wrist. From his elbow to the tips of his fingers, the halfling’s arm is stained blue. He arches an eyebrow and tightens his grip on the slippery bugger.

“Oh.”
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MellyMel - Fri 29 Mar - 09:50

gary - GARTOPA - please resubmit user request - it is gone.

MellyMel - Thu 28 Mar - 16:30

i fancy mothership if there is space (get it?) - no actually i really do

Sarge - Thu 28 Mar - 15:00

Galleons players. Sant is running a Mothership RPG one shot tonight as Coriolis is off, come join the fun!

mikeawmids - Thu 28 Mar - 14:37

Perhaps Charlie Rumble will reach Cook Island after all....

Temrane - Thu 28 Mar - 13:07

galleons folks, no game tonight, work calls unfortunately! back next week

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i believe some new user(s) are awaiting authorisation. if so please recreate request as i've just deleted the russian bot swarm and your request might be spotted this time.

Inept - Thu 29 Feb - 17:07

Apologies decent guys... Hell has obviously inflicted itself on my van... It's broke. Won't be there tonight.

rhodsey - Tue 27 Feb - 09:09

I can't accomodate two sorry but I'm happy if they want to come and observe for a bit at least then see if there's a game while they are here.

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