Game Session: 9/23/2012
Ruined Keep of The Blood Marsh, Hampshire, England.
Very Windy, snowing.
Kyrs got as close as he could to the closed hatch, pressing his ear against listening carefully. Satisfied that no Goblins, Orcs or Hobgoblins were nearby, he slowly opened it. A blast of freezing cold immediately ran down Kyr’s face and fell into the dark dungeon. Within the room of the ruined keep, Kyrs spied three goblins that spoke to each other in a high pitched and harsh tongue. Distracted by their boasting of each other, Kyrs slipped out from the hatch on his stomach and carefully closed it behind him without practically a sound.
As he stood, one of the grotesque goblins backed up, nearly into Kyrs. He sidestepped it carefully and then peered around the corner to view the keep’s courtyard.
The keep teemed with hundreds of snarling orcs, chittering hobgoblins and goblins. All were armed with cruel curved blackened swords, but some also held round wooden shields and others long crooked spears. Dotting the white and red skied landscape were several varieties of siege warfare. Kyrs spotted a scorpion – a large crossbow type of weapon that would hurl a long spear hundreds of feet, capable of going straight through a man. There also was another strange contraption – a wheeled machine with a pump and a long black tubular nose. Ignoring the fascinating machinery, Kyrs began to slowly move quietly through the mass of horrible monsters towards the tall black standing stone.
The weather was harsh and frigid, the wind howling through the night. As Kyrs weaved through the creatures, an orc noticed footprints in the snow. He bellowed loudly and unsheathed his darkened steel. Kyrs looked back and watched as the orc sniffed the air and began to track the prints. Kyrs quickly walked in a circle and lept away in an attempt to confuse the brute. The orc shook his head and took a swig from his wineskin before releasing a mighty belch.
Kyrs made it before the stone and as prophesized by the Oracle, strange words flooded into his mind. He spoke aloud towards the heavens.
“Oboedient voci meae virtutis daemonum infernalium. Ego invocabo dominum muscarum et temerator puritatis, potestatem Abaddon. Ut ego te invitem animam tuam et egredimini ad imperium mundi.”
As the words poured out of his mouth, the skies began to redden and the sounds of swarming locusts screamed from above. When the last words were spoke the ground broke open and a fiery plume erupted out onto the ruins. Wreathed within the flames was a terrible being that stood nearly twenty feet tall and reeked of decay towered a hideous insectoid monstrosity. Hundreds of terrible insectoid monsters poured out of the ground, they were the size of ponies and winged like a fly. Huge pinchers snapped in the air as they hissed from their distorted man-like faces. A long scorpion’s tail hunched over their backs that dripped with dribletts of thick venom, ready to strike.
The goblins, orcs and hobgoblins began to scatter and fight as the insects attacked from above. Landing in crowds of them, snapping goblins in halves with their claws, stabbing them with their tails obliterating the humanoids.
Kyrs ran back towards the room with the ladder in it to escape back to the dungeon. One of the huge insects dropped from the sky right in front of the door and raised it’s tail in a striking position. Kyrs stopped in full run and slipped in the snow, falling right before the creature. He scrambled inches away from a deadly strike of the tail, then stood and drew his sword.
A group of orcs rushed up from the flank to meet the creature with attack. Kyrs, still being invisible, slipped to the side of the battle and slid back into the room. He then opened the hatch and descended back into the dungeon as the bizarre insect snipped the arms and heads off of the orcs. As he climbed down, Kyrs took one last look at the carnage outside and witnessed thousands and thousands of small locusts crawling over the bodies, stripping the flesh from the fresh corpses in a clouded ravenous red frenzy.