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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:27 pm
Alright, here's the Play thread for my game, Deadly Conflicts. In the next few posts will be just basic information, as detailed by a semi-table of contents below:
Post 1 - Characters
Post 2 - Description of the World
Post 3 - Opening Post
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:37 pm
Description of the World - Dyrias Camp
Dyrias Camp is a long forgotten slave pit miles away from any real civilized town. Well known for it's cruel encampment of Vasharan Humans, these Pits are ones no normal adventurers want to be by. The humans running the place were ones of pure hatred, humans that were born of malice, ones that wish to rebel against their creator himself. This ideal has drove them to enslave Humanoid beings and pit them in a match of life and death, fighting against various beings, monsters, gladiators, anything that would fill their masochistic hearts with joy. Anything that dwelled in bloodshed made them happy. The place is also known as the Pits of Dyrias, Gateway to Hell. Despite being a long ways away from civilization, Lords and nobleman, although not too happy with the owners of this slave ground, come in times to place bets on the matches, almost making the tormenting inside the arena a spectator sport for gambling savvies.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:56 pm
Campaign Opening (Yay opening!):
[The beginning of Hell's Fury]
The party finds themselves in a very open, very dank and dirty cell together. It's somewhat of a sigh of relief, and a surprised that the Vasharan threw all of you into a single cell, but you could assume it was to make room for more slave traffic entering. The room itself is a stone room, 40 x 40 feet, covered in cobwebs and dust from extreme miscare. The walls are scarred with the claw marks, followed in blood, which might indicate the previous inhabitants might have tried to claw their way out of the stone walls to no avail. The floors are stained with the blood and wastes of others that once dwelled there, but the dim lighting from the torches across the room didn't quite make that apparant. In the center of the room was a 10 x 10 feet large metallic table with a plate of scraps of meat on it. The meat was fairly rotten, but not enough to make it uneatable. Along the walls are six slabs of stone, suspended by what looks to be like 1 in. thick chains attached to the wall, pretty much the closest thing typical slaves had to beds. Various sounds of groaning and screaming can be heard down the halls, as well as a sizzle-like sound.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 10:33 pm
I look around the room, studying the rest of the slaves I've been imprisoned with. "Aye, how long have ya lads bin slaves 'ere? Ah've bin stuck in this hell hole fer a few months now. Ah sure could use a mug of sum good ale"
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 11:36 pm
I glance around wearily at the groupe I've been givin, making up my mind that it could be worse "I very much doubt our captore are that concerned about us to provide us with norishement that is anything but barely edibal master dwarf" I say to the dwarf in a low, tired tone "but if by chance we ever see it out of this hell hole, I'll be the first to buy you a good mug, how does that sound?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:38 am
" We'll never get out of here, it's hopeless. Do honestly think our masters will set us free from here," I say with dishearted and down trodden tone. As I sit down on one of the so called beds. " The only way out of here is in death, if that even. A few months as a slave in gladitorial pits is all it takes to break ones spirit."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 10:17 am
I stand, walking over to the elf Ya Elves certainly are a weak bunch, aren't ya. A couple months, an' yer already givin' up? Bah, not Ol' Griff here. Ah'll get outta here, and ya lads can get out with meh! So, get out of yer pity hole. When we get outta here, Ah'll buy ya some of yer 'Elven Wine', er as ah like ta call it, 'water'"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 10:23 am
" If you find a way to escape, you'll have my blades to accompany you in that endeavor, " I look up and give a weak smile towards the dwarf. " No wine for me, maybe some weak ale will be enough for me."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:33 pm
"We elves aren't so weak as you may think master dwarf. I've stood a few battles myself in this thrice damned hell hole and I'm still standing aren't I? If in fact we do find a way to get away from these vile watses of skin that call themselves our masters, we'll still have to contend with the miles of wasteland and wilderness before we can find a tavern that's isn't part of anything more than a ghost town. So if it's all the same to you, it wouldn't hurt you to help get me out of this place as well, if you guys make a break for it" I say in a calm voice, smiling at the dwarf, my eyes only half open.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:33 pm
I turn to look at everyone else in the cell, brushing some dirt from my beard. "As we're stuck in this cell fer some time, weh might as well git ter know each other. Ah'm Griff, Son of Grimmi, Captian of 3rd squad of the army of mah hometown, before being betrayed an' then enslaved here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:43 pm
"Um, I guess that wouldn't hurt." I sigh and brush the hair from my eyes. " I'm Horitilion Crystalwind, Rit for short. I was out on my first travel away from my homeland, when I got captured. Thats about it though, parents own a small inn in my home city and I'm the youngest of five children and the only one without any magical talents."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:48 pm
I smile at the dwarf then decide to go along with in. "My name is Yuan Volsung I was ambushed while on a hunt by the slavers and shall I just say they paied dearly for the capturing of one slave and at the rpice of not being able to take anyone else from my people" I say still siting in the same position on the bench.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:55 pm
I give a deep, hearty laugh "Oh, the slavers who took meh certainly paid for it as well. Mah squad wen' down fightin' that's fer sure. Ah took about five of um down before they decided to git dirty and started firin' poison tipped arrows." I lift my shirt and move my beard, showing 5 scars where the arrows had peirced my flesh "as yah can see, ah din't go down easeh."
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