Ok well I know the other day I started a Dragon God story dealing with one of Zanroar’s generals Lord Shieldheart, but I didn’t realize when I started it that I’d have to make it a two parter however considering how important his childhood was in explaining his motivations I had to write it. So here is the second part of his story.
“It seems that my doppelganger should be arriving right on schedule with the Rod of Falzure. Shieldheart, I will need your castle to serve as a meeting point for my minion to give me the rod.” Zanroar said. “Most certainly my master, I shall join you shortly. I have some business to take care of.” Lord Shieldheart said. “Very well, but bring some subjects back to test the Rod of Falzure.” Zanroar ordered as leaving. Lord Shieldheart gave an evil smile, “Oh I have just the subjects to bring.”
The busy mountain city of Stormforge was thriving with people. Being the only city on the path in the mountains separating one part of Pandryl from the rest, it was full of activity. Screams started coming from the north followed by half dragon soldiers, being lead by Lord Shieldheart. When Shieldheart got to the center of the city he demanded to see the royal family. Hours later King Jamkool arrived in the city’s center. “Who are you and what business do you have bringing these freaks of nature into my city?” King Jamkool demanded. Shieldheart chuckled, “I am Lord Shieldheart you may remember the name since you killed my father, and my grandfather had your son killed and a curse put on your wife to never bear another son. I’m here to take back my Mithral mines, and rid Pandryl of you and your family for good.” King Jamkool rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah I remember the name. Your father’s death pleased Erythnul well. Now you better leave before I crush you like a cookie.”
Just then an explosion is heard in the south and a piece of metal punches through the top of the mountain landing in front of Shieldheart. He looks down and immediately knows it’s a piece of the rod of wonder. Then there is a flash of light and the ground changes from hard rock to mud. A portal opens up to Lord Shieldheart dungeon, and expands to engulf everyone in the city. Before it closes he sends some of his soldiers to find the other princess. The portal closes and standing in the dungeon are even more soldiers waiting to put the Dwarven city in the cells.
As his army puts the prisoners away Shieldheart goes to his throne room to meet up with Zanroar. When he arrives he informs Zanroar of the explosion and gives him the piece that landed. Zanroar thanks him and tells Shieldheart that for his loyalty he will be the first to receive the mark of a general of Zanroar, draconic grafts. With that Shieldheart is taken to the infirmary.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Return of the Dragon Gods Part 6
Well here it is my weekly chapter of my “Return of the Dragon Gods” story. Well last week I told the story of the bumbling thief that stole the rod of wonder from Lady Moonshadow’s vault, and then proceeded to try to use it resulting in him becoming a pile of ashes. So this week I will tell the story of Lord Shieldheart. However to tell his story I must go back many years to when he was barely an infant.
Lord Howard Shieldheart was a proud man who was eager for his son Richard to take his throne and lead the battle into the impending war with the dwarves of Stormforge. The day of the royal coronation Richard he had gone missing. The only thing left in his bedchambers was a note explaining that he was taken by the king of the dwarves King Jamkool. Furious that the dwarves and taken his son who had just given him his first grandchild he stormed the Dwarven kingdom and kidnapped the King of the dwarves only son, Nanar. Howard made the demand that his son Richard be returned to him at once. King Jamkool, who was a little mentally unstable made the promise to give him Richard in exchange for not only Nanar, but control of the Mithral mines as well.
After a few days Howard agreed on the conditions providing that Richard be returned first then Nanar would be safely returned, however the dwarves counter offered with the papers to the mines being delivered, then Richard would be returned. Howard agreed to the terms. Days later dwarves were spotted delivering a box to the gates of The Shieldheart castle. Richard quickly ran to the gate to open the box hoping against hope that his son was somehow in it. Richard opened the box and it was filled with the body of Richard slaughtered. Attached to the box was a note reading “We said we would return Richard to you. We didn’t say anything about him being alive when we did. However fear not he was slaughtered for a good cause, he was a sacrifice to the great Erythnul.”
Infuriated that the Dwarven king had broken his vow he decided that he didn’t have to honor his end. Howard ordered his faithful servant to take the infant prince into the woods and kill him. The servant took him into the forest but didn’t have the heart to kill an infant. So he took him deep into the forest and left the infant there to let fate do whatever it wished to the baby.
Hours later a hunter found the baby and brought it in to the local orphanage to be raised there.
451 Words.
Lord Howard Shieldheart was a proud man who was eager for his son Richard to take his throne and lead the battle into the impending war with the dwarves of Stormforge. The day of the royal coronation Richard he had gone missing. The only thing left in his bedchambers was a note explaining that he was taken by the king of the dwarves King Jamkool. Furious that the dwarves and taken his son who had just given him his first grandchild he stormed the Dwarven kingdom and kidnapped the King of the dwarves only son, Nanar. Howard made the demand that his son Richard be returned to him at once. King Jamkool, who was a little mentally unstable made the promise to give him Richard in exchange for not only Nanar, but control of the Mithral mines as well.
After a few days Howard agreed on the conditions providing that Richard be returned first then Nanar would be safely returned, however the dwarves counter offered with the papers to the mines being delivered, then Richard would be returned. Howard agreed to the terms. Days later dwarves were spotted delivering a box to the gates of The Shieldheart castle. Richard quickly ran to the gate to open the box hoping against hope that his son was somehow in it. Richard opened the box and it was filled with the body of Richard slaughtered. Attached to the box was a note reading “We said we would return Richard to you. We didn’t say anything about him being alive when we did. However fear not he was slaughtered for a good cause, he was a sacrifice to the great Erythnul.”
Infuriated that the Dwarven king had broken his vow he decided that he didn’t have to honor his end. Howard ordered his faithful servant to take the infant prince into the woods and kill him. The servant took him into the forest but didn’t have the heart to kill an infant. So he took him deep into the forest and left the infant there to let fate do whatever it wished to the baby.
Hours later a hunter found the baby and brought it in to the local orphanage to be raised there.
451 Words.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Return of the Dragon Gods Part 5
Alright so I’m kinda getting the idea that no one likes my whole Worst songs posts so I’ll just keep it to myself, however if I’m wrong and you do enjoy those let me know. I enjoy reading comments, that’s how I know that people are reading my blogs and what they think of them.
Anyhow I figured it was time to do another Return of the Dragon Gods story today since I haven’t done one yet this week and I try to do a part once a week. Today’s story will focus on a very minor villain that played a major part in the story. His name is Cruhorn Mongothsbeard or Cru for short, and he is a Half-elf rogue who is a little full of himself and thinks that he can tackle any task possible or impossible. This story starts to take place shortly before the end of part 3.
“CRU!!!” Zanroar yelled, “Where in the name of The Abyss is that good for nothing Half-elf at?!” The Half-elf, Cru runs into the meeting room where Zanroar and his generals are. “I’m right here sir.”Cru stated proudly. Zanroar just rolled his eyes and said, “I need your services to acquire a very important magical rod from the vault of Lady Moonshadow of Firechester. Our friend here will give you all the information you need to get in and acquire it. Just follow her instructions exactly how she says and remember one thing whatever happens do not make any attempt to use it. I repeat don’t try to use it the rod is way too powerful for someone as pathetic as yourself to use it. Do you understand me Cru?” Zanroar explained. Annoyed that Zanroar didn’t think he could handle something as trivial as an acquisition and delivery Cru replied, “Yeah sure boss don’t use it.” He then proceeded to talk to the sweet smelling hooded woman sitting next to Zanroar getting the instructions he needed. When she was done she left in a puff of smoke.
As Cru arrived in Firechester he went straight to the Moonshadow Estate and saw how secure it seemed, but then no security is a match for Cru the greatest thief that ever lived. He casually walked around the back and sure enough there was a hole in the fence. Cru squeezed in through the hole and when he got to the other side he proudly blurted out “No fence can hold back Cru the Great.” Upon hearing this some guard decided to come and investigate. Cru looked around and saw nowhere to hide so he ran as quickly as he could towards the building hoping he could find the secret door before the guards could catch him. As he ran towards the door he tripped on a rock and as he got up he noticed a door had opened. He quickly got up and ran towards it as it was closing, and he barely made it in as it closed. “How pathetic no guards can catch Cru the Great.” Cru stated as he casually walked down the tunnel toward the secret door that was supposed to be at the end and let straight into a guest bedroom. When he got to the door he quickly opened it and walked into the room.
When he got into the room he could smell the hooded woman’s sweet smell. He looked around the room but she was nowhere to be seen. “That woman better not be trying to get that rod before me.” He thought to himself, as he casually walked out the door of the bedroom. He walked down the hall and right into Lady Moonshadow’s room where the vault that contains the Moonshadow Rod of Wonder. “This is too easy for someone of my skills. I’ll have to do something about that.” He looked in one of his pouches and found some gnomish black powder that is supposed to make the door fall off once he used the flaming dagger on it and he put it on the hinges of the door and poured the powder onto the handle of the vault door, and put the piece of string into it and lit the string.
BOOM!! KLINK KLIN KLINK!!
Cru walked over to the door or what was left of it and opened it. He grabbed the rod and walked out the door. As he opened it he saw a vision of loveliness, and then he caught her smell. “So that’s what you look like under the robe.” Cru said. The woman looked at him and yelled “What are you talking about and what in the name of the Abyss are you doing in my bedroom?” she then saw the rod in his hands. Put that back it’s too dangerous to be handled by anyone that’s untrained.” Cru confused runs away at the sight of guards coming around the corner. He runs back to the room with the secret door and quickly makes his escape out of the estate and into the forest.
A few hours pass by and after not seeing anyone he starts back to Zanroar’s castle. Along the way a group of adventurers approaches him. As the half-orc attempts to attack him he holds the rod out and activates it. A blinding flash of light appears from the rod as it heats up and explodes with a great force.
As the light clears up the half-orc is covered in darkness, the dwarf skin has turned blue, the human paladin is now the size of a giant while the human fighter is now a quarter of her size, gems rain down upon the gnome, and the group’s halfling is now covered in leaves. Lying where Cru was standing is a pile of ashes and only a piece of the rod. The dwarf grabs the rod looks at it and says “Cookie.” and puts it in his pants. The half-orc stumbles over to the pile of ashes and relieves himself on the pile of ashes as the party quickly moves on.
1009 Words, sorry it took so long but I hope it was worth the read.
Anyhow I figured it was time to do another Return of the Dragon Gods story today since I haven’t done one yet this week and I try to do a part once a week. Today’s story will focus on a very minor villain that played a major part in the story. His name is Cruhorn Mongothsbeard or Cru for short, and he is a Half-elf rogue who is a little full of himself and thinks that he can tackle any task possible or impossible. This story starts to take place shortly before the end of part 3.
“CRU!!!” Zanroar yelled, “Where in the name of The Abyss is that good for nothing Half-elf at?!” The Half-elf, Cru runs into the meeting room where Zanroar and his generals are. “I’m right here sir.”Cru stated proudly. Zanroar just rolled his eyes and said, “I need your services to acquire a very important magical rod from the vault of Lady Moonshadow of Firechester. Our friend here will give you all the information you need to get in and acquire it. Just follow her instructions exactly how she says and remember one thing whatever happens do not make any attempt to use it. I repeat don’t try to use it the rod is way too powerful for someone as pathetic as yourself to use it. Do you understand me Cru?” Zanroar explained. Annoyed that Zanroar didn’t think he could handle something as trivial as an acquisition and delivery Cru replied, “Yeah sure boss don’t use it.” He then proceeded to talk to the sweet smelling hooded woman sitting next to Zanroar getting the instructions he needed. When she was done she left in a puff of smoke.
As Cru arrived in Firechester he went straight to the Moonshadow Estate and saw how secure it seemed, but then no security is a match for Cru the greatest thief that ever lived. He casually walked around the back and sure enough there was a hole in the fence. Cru squeezed in through the hole and when he got to the other side he proudly blurted out “No fence can hold back Cru the Great.” Upon hearing this some guard decided to come and investigate. Cru looked around and saw nowhere to hide so he ran as quickly as he could towards the building hoping he could find the secret door before the guards could catch him. As he ran towards the door he tripped on a rock and as he got up he noticed a door had opened. He quickly got up and ran towards it as it was closing, and he barely made it in as it closed. “How pathetic no guards can catch Cru the Great.” Cru stated as he casually walked down the tunnel toward the secret door that was supposed to be at the end and let straight into a guest bedroom. When he got to the door he quickly opened it and walked into the room.
When he got into the room he could smell the hooded woman’s sweet smell. He looked around the room but she was nowhere to be seen. “That woman better not be trying to get that rod before me.” He thought to himself, as he casually walked out the door of the bedroom. He walked down the hall and right into Lady Moonshadow’s room where the vault that contains the Moonshadow Rod of Wonder. “This is too easy for someone of my skills. I’ll have to do something about that.” He looked in one of his pouches and found some gnomish black powder that is supposed to make the door fall off once he used the flaming dagger on it and he put it on the hinges of the door and poured the powder onto the handle of the vault door, and put the piece of string into it and lit the string.
BOOM!! KLINK KLIN KLINK!!
Cru walked over to the door or what was left of it and opened it. He grabbed the rod and walked out the door. As he opened it he saw a vision of loveliness, and then he caught her smell. “So that’s what you look like under the robe.” Cru said. The woman looked at him and yelled “What are you talking about and what in the name of the Abyss are you doing in my bedroom?” she then saw the rod in his hands. Put that back it’s too dangerous to be handled by anyone that’s untrained.” Cru confused runs away at the sight of guards coming around the corner. He runs back to the room with the secret door and quickly makes his escape out of the estate and into the forest.
A few hours pass by and after not seeing anyone he starts back to Zanroar’s castle. Along the way a group of adventurers approaches him. As the half-orc attempts to attack him he holds the rod out and activates it. A blinding flash of light appears from the rod as it heats up and explodes with a great force.
As the light clears up the half-orc is covered in darkness, the dwarf skin has turned blue, the human paladin is now the size of a giant while the human fighter is now a quarter of her size, gems rain down upon the gnome, and the group’s halfling is now covered in leaves. Lying where Cru was standing is a pile of ashes and only a piece of the rod. The dwarf grabs the rod looks at it and says “Cookie.” and puts it in his pants. The half-orc stumbles over to the pile of ashes and relieves himself on the pile of ashes as the party quickly moves on.
1009 Words, sorry it took so long but I hope it was worth the read.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Return of the Dragon Gods Part 4
Well it’s officially a new week so that means another part of my story “Return of the Dragon Gods”. The past few parts of the story have dealt with the main villain of the story which is also the main character of these stories, Zanroar. Well this time around I’ll focus on the other villains. I’ll start with the doppelganger and maybe in this part I shall go on with the others. Well enough talking let’s get on with the story.
After about a week of trudging around with the party of adventurers and trying many times to steal the Rod of Falzure from the gnome that took it, the doppelganger came up with a plan. He needed to get away from the group first though. He left his room and went downstairs.
As he got down there the crazy Dwarven cleric who shaves his beard constantly, was down there so he went up to him trying to keep his cover. “So Neetch, are we going to go clear out that prison today or what?” Neetch just looks at him and says, “Cookie!” and then gets up and walks away. The doppelganger went to get up when the group’s bard comes down the stairs. “Make way for the great Zoey Stardust.” She yelled as she made her way down the stairs. Neetch yells to her, “Pass the remote.”
Later in the day when Neetch and the group’s half orc barbarian Ront went off to “check out the prison situation” and the paladin, rogue, and bard left somewhere in town he made his move. He took a horse and traveled to an ancient set of ruins and stood there outside. “Hey dumbass I need a favor.” He yelled. Nothing happened. “Listen, if we’re going to bring back the true Gods we need the Rod of Falzure and some idiot gnome has it. The gnome would be easy if he wasn’t always around this group of adventurers including this crazy nut job cleric of Erythnul.” Suddenly one of the gargoyles stood up. “Listen just because you’re Zanroar’s pet doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll do you this favor but you’d better think twice before calling me a dumbass again. So what do you want me to do?” “Come to the town of Firechester and start attacking the Dirty Wish Inn yelling for the rod. Just leave the rest to me. I promise you this will be the last favor I ask of you ever.” the doppelganger said as he walked away.
Hours later the gargoyle attacked the inn. The gargoyle ended up getting killed during the fight. “I told him I wouldn’t ask him any more favors.” the doppelganger thought to himself. Now everyone was starting to gang up on the gnome trying to get a hold of the rod. Finally the paladin told the group, “Do what it takes to get the rod.” Neetch, Ront, and the doppelganger fought Fitz (the gnome) until he was he was dead. Before the doppelganger could grab the rod, the rogue Halfling grabbed it and gave it to the paladin.
The party picked up their fallen comrade and headed towards the temple the doppelganger followed along until he came up with a plan to grab the rod. He walked up to the paladin and told her that he’d run ahead and let the temple‘s clerics know they were coming, and ran ahead. When he got to the temple he snuck up on the high cleric and slit his throat from behind. Then with the High Cleric dead he could easily pose as the high cleric and the idiots would just hand him the rod. He quickly changed into the high cleric and met the party at the door. “Ah your friend told me you’d be coming. I’ll gladly take that evil rod from your hands.” The paladin handed the rod over to him. “Good. Now you can just go down that hallway and you can heal your friend’s wounds.” He said as he pointed down the hallway. As they went down the hall way he quickly threw the rod in his satchel and changed into a nondescript human and ran off to meet up with Zanroar.
703 Words.
After about a week of trudging around with the party of adventurers and trying many times to steal the Rod of Falzure from the gnome that took it, the doppelganger came up with a plan. He needed to get away from the group first though. He left his room and went downstairs.
As he got down there the crazy Dwarven cleric who shaves his beard constantly, was down there so he went up to him trying to keep his cover. “So Neetch, are we going to go clear out that prison today or what?” Neetch just looks at him and says, “Cookie!” and then gets up and walks away. The doppelganger went to get up when the group’s bard comes down the stairs. “Make way for the great Zoey Stardust.” She yelled as she made her way down the stairs. Neetch yells to her, “Pass the remote.”
Later in the day when Neetch and the group’s half orc barbarian Ront went off to “check out the prison situation” and the paladin, rogue, and bard left somewhere in town he made his move. He took a horse and traveled to an ancient set of ruins and stood there outside. “Hey dumbass I need a favor.” He yelled. Nothing happened. “Listen, if we’re going to bring back the true Gods we need the Rod of Falzure and some idiot gnome has it. The gnome would be easy if he wasn’t always around this group of adventurers including this crazy nut job cleric of Erythnul.” Suddenly one of the gargoyles stood up. “Listen just because you’re Zanroar’s pet doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll do you this favor but you’d better think twice before calling me a dumbass again. So what do you want me to do?” “Come to the town of Firechester and start attacking the Dirty Wish Inn yelling for the rod. Just leave the rest to me. I promise you this will be the last favor I ask of you ever.” the doppelganger said as he walked away.
Hours later the gargoyle attacked the inn. The gargoyle ended up getting killed during the fight. “I told him I wouldn’t ask him any more favors.” the doppelganger thought to himself. Now everyone was starting to gang up on the gnome trying to get a hold of the rod. Finally the paladin told the group, “Do what it takes to get the rod.” Neetch, Ront, and the doppelganger fought Fitz (the gnome) until he was he was dead. Before the doppelganger could grab the rod, the rogue Halfling grabbed it and gave it to the paladin.
The party picked up their fallen comrade and headed towards the temple the doppelganger followed along until he came up with a plan to grab the rod. He walked up to the paladin and told her that he’d run ahead and let the temple‘s clerics know they were coming, and ran ahead. When he got to the temple he snuck up on the high cleric and slit his throat from behind. Then with the High Cleric dead he could easily pose as the high cleric and the idiots would just hand him the rod. He quickly changed into the high cleric and met the party at the door. “Ah your friend told me you’d be coming. I’ll gladly take that evil rod from your hands.” The paladin handed the rod over to him. “Good. Now you can just go down that hallway and you can heal your friend’s wounds.” He said as he pointed down the hallway. As they went down the hall way he quickly threw the rod in his satchel and changed into a nondescript human and ran off to meet up with Zanroar.
703 Words.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Return of the Dragon Gods Part 3
To my fellow WARP contestants I know that two of you have issued challenges but I will just have to answer them tomorrow as after going to see Star Trek today I have been hit with a ton of creative energy and have been compelled to write part 3 of my story, so do not fret I am not ignoring your challenges I am just delaying my responses to them.
For everyone else I bring you part three of my weekly story “Return of the Dragon Gods”
While wait for his minion the doppelganger to bring him the Rod of Falzure, Zanroar called a meeting of his generals. These generals included some of the most vile and despicable beings known. Sitting to the left of Zanroar was Lord Shieldheart whose family hatred of the Dwarven kingdom of Stormforge goes back generations to his grandfather who kidnapped the Dwarven Prince Nanar and had a curse put on the kingdom. To the left of Lord Shieldheart sat Gix a kobold and the greatest assassin known, he has been successfully contracted to take care of business for hundreds of shady characters. Across the stone table from Gix was a human ranger by the name of Pandak Droverson however to many he was known as The Laughing Bastard due to his many “conquests” and the unwanted illegitimate children that he has sired, rumor has it that he has sired over fifteen children. Sitting to the right of Pandak was Ruzajor a polymorphed black dragon who is so old that when the Dragon Gods fell he was but a hatchling. Finally sitting at the head of the table next to Zanroar was a woman shrouded in darkness who had key information about the location of the rod of wonder.
Zanroar spoke up. “Welcome I have invited you all here because you are the most vile beings known to man. Each of you will have a critical role to play in the new world that I am making. Once the true Gods have been freed I shall rule this plane and all who dare to stop me will be powerless to put up a fight. My associate here has graciously given us the information needed to acquire the rod of wonder needed to open the seal that has held back our Gods for too long. In three months time we will use the power of both rods at the peak of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in Firechester when the moon is fully dark . Now as payment for your services so far I will be giving each of a special potion of resurrection, from this point forward if you were to fall at the hands of your enemy then after a few minutes you shall awaken fully healed. As another service I shall give each of you your choice of draconic grapht.”
As he finishes up a gnome walks up to Zanroar and whispers something in his ear.
“It seems that my doppelganger should be arriving right on schedule with the Rod of Falzure. Shieldheart, I will need your castle to serve as a meeting point for my minion to give me the rod.” Zanroar said
530 words
For everyone else I bring you part three of my weekly story “Return of the Dragon Gods”
While wait for his minion the doppelganger to bring him the Rod of Falzure, Zanroar called a meeting of his generals. These generals included some of the most vile and despicable beings known. Sitting to the left of Zanroar was Lord Shieldheart whose family hatred of the Dwarven kingdom of Stormforge goes back generations to his grandfather who kidnapped the Dwarven Prince Nanar and had a curse put on the kingdom. To the left of Lord Shieldheart sat Gix a kobold and the greatest assassin known, he has been successfully contracted to take care of business for hundreds of shady characters. Across the stone table from Gix was a human ranger by the name of Pandak Droverson however to many he was known as The Laughing Bastard due to his many “conquests” and the unwanted illegitimate children that he has sired, rumor has it that he has sired over fifteen children. Sitting to the right of Pandak was Ruzajor a polymorphed black dragon who is so old that when the Dragon Gods fell he was but a hatchling. Finally sitting at the head of the table next to Zanroar was a woman shrouded in darkness who had key information about the location of the rod of wonder.
Zanroar spoke up. “Welcome I have invited you all here because you are the most vile beings known to man. Each of you will have a critical role to play in the new world that I am making. Once the true Gods have been freed I shall rule this plane and all who dare to stop me will be powerless to put up a fight. My associate here has graciously given us the information needed to acquire the rod of wonder needed to open the seal that has held back our Gods for too long. In three months time we will use the power of both rods at the peak of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in Firechester when the moon is fully dark . Now as payment for your services so far I will be giving each of a special potion of resurrection, from this point forward if you were to fall at the hands of your enemy then after a few minutes you shall awaken fully healed. As another service I shall give each of you your choice of draconic grapht.”
As he finishes up a gnome walks up to Zanroar and whispers something in his ear.
“It seems that my doppelganger should be arriving right on schedule with the Rod of Falzure. Shieldheart, I will need your castle to serve as a meeting point for my minion to give me the rod.” Zanroar said
530 words
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 2)
Well I was sitting around trying to come up with a blog for today since I wanted to try to only tell the story one time per week. However the Gods would not have it and the great Apollo has decided to sick one of his muses on me. So for those of you that enjoyed my story you are in for a treat because part two is being told so sit back and enjoy part two of “The Return of the Dragon Gods.”
The evil half dragon wizard Zanroar walked up to the priests of Falzure.
“So do you have the rod?” he asked.
“Yes we do. However are you sure you can get the other rod, and what about this second magic user you need according to the prophecy.” The high priest said while carefully holding a rod made of pure onyx etched with runes and topped with a skull of a kobold, The Rod of Falzure.
“Of course, I have everything working out to perfections. Soon the true Gods will be upon us and we will be rewarded greatly for our loyalty.”Zanroar snapped. He swiped the rod from the priest almost scratching him with his claws in the process. “Now if you excuse me I have some business to take care of.” He continued.
Hours later Zanroar is in the sewers of Bailey’s Point discussing his plans to his minion explaining what is needed of him. After a few days of monsters escaping the sewers a team of adventurers come in and destroy the monsters and steal the Rod of Falzure. When Zanroar returned and learned of this great incompetence he killed his minion. Zanroar contacted a doppelganger to get the rod back.
The doppelganger stalked the party of adventurers for miles sizing them up. When the party reached the city of Firechester he mingled with the crowds that were enamored with the party’s newest member. After studying them for a few days he formulated a plan. He went to the upper class side of town and informed the owner of The Dirty Wish Inn of the great bard singing on the poor side of the city. When the adventurers came to the Dirty Wish Inn they each went to their rooms.
When the half-elf druid got to his room he was ambushed. The doppelganger attacked the druid with a dagger. The dagger hit the druid’s armor and missed. The druid unaware of the attack until it was too late drew his sword and attacked the doppelganger. The doppelganger dodged the attack with the sword and slashed the throat of the druid. Not wanting to make a scene by carrying out the corpse of the druid he threw it in the corner. Now the doppelganger was ready to infiltrate the party and take the Rod of Falzure and return it to Zanroar.
This is the end of part two. Hopefully I will be able to wait until next week before writing part three.
The evil half dragon wizard Zanroar walked up to the priests of Falzure.
“So do you have the rod?” he asked.
“Yes we do. However are you sure you can get the other rod, and what about this second magic user you need according to the prophecy.” The high priest said while carefully holding a rod made of pure onyx etched with runes and topped with a skull of a kobold, The Rod of Falzure.
“Of course, I have everything working out to perfections. Soon the true Gods will be upon us and we will be rewarded greatly for our loyalty.”Zanroar snapped. He swiped the rod from the priest almost scratching him with his claws in the process. “Now if you excuse me I have some business to take care of.” He continued.
Hours later Zanroar is in the sewers of Bailey’s Point discussing his plans to his minion explaining what is needed of him. After a few days of monsters escaping the sewers a team of adventurers come in and destroy the monsters and steal the Rod of Falzure. When Zanroar returned and learned of this great incompetence he killed his minion. Zanroar contacted a doppelganger to get the rod back.
The doppelganger stalked the party of adventurers for miles sizing them up. When the party reached the city of Firechester he mingled with the crowds that were enamored with the party’s newest member. After studying them for a few days he formulated a plan. He went to the upper class side of town and informed the owner of The Dirty Wish Inn of the great bard singing on the poor side of the city. When the adventurers came to the Dirty Wish Inn they each went to their rooms.
When the half-elf druid got to his room he was ambushed. The doppelganger attacked the druid with a dagger. The dagger hit the druid’s armor and missed. The druid unaware of the attack until it was too late drew his sword and attacked the doppelganger. The doppelganger dodged the attack with the sword and slashed the throat of the druid. Not wanting to make a scene by carrying out the corpse of the druid he threw it in the corner. Now the doppelganger was ready to infiltrate the party and take the Rod of Falzure and return it to Zanroar.
This is the end of part two. Hopefully I will be able to wait until next week before writing part three.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 1)
Last night I mentioned that I was going to try to tell part of a story once a week that takes place in and is mostly a back story and a companion story almost to my Dungeons and Dragons campaign that I have been running for a while now. So without further ado I bring you “The Return of the Dragon Gods”
The story begins in the year 613. For many centuries the Gods of the humanoids and the Gods of the dragons coexisted on the same plane of existence. However the three evil dragon Gods; Falzure, Garyx, and Tiamat grew bored of the humanoids and believed they were better than the Gods followed by the squishy humanoids, and proceeded to teach the Humanoid Gods that the Dragon Gods were more powerful. On many occasions Falzure would take the slaughtered sacrifices to Erythnul and drain them of their energy making them undead before they were slaughtered. Garyx burned a forest with many temples to the Gods down to ash and sand creating a desert leaving only a temple to him made of onyx. Tiamat would have her green and blue dragons destroy any temples not belonging to a draconic deity.
After decades of these tortures the Gods made a unanimous decision to banish the Dragon Gods. The Gods combined their magic and sealed off each of the three Dragon Gods in their home planes all to be guarded by Bahamut. However the evil three became aware of this and instituted a backup plan of sorts.
On the eve of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in the city of fire during the dark of the moon, the seals can be broken. However this can only be accomplished by two magic users of great power, each holding one of the two rods made by the Gods themselves, one being the rod of Falzure a powerful rod that can turn the living into undead made with the skull of a kobold and pure onyx and the other rod so powerful it’s effects are random but wondrous and chaotic.
So far only one of the rods has been recorded to be found. This rod was place in the powerful trustworthy hands of the Moonshadow family. The rod of Falzure has not been found at the time of this writing but it has been rumored that it was given to a clan of creatures to be kept safe.
Well I hope that you have enjoyed this first part of the story. As with most stories it is best to begin with a legend. Next story you will meet some of our main characters, but you will just have to wait until next week for the next installment of “The Return of the Dragon Gods”.
The story begins in the year 613. For many centuries the Gods of the humanoids and the Gods of the dragons coexisted on the same plane of existence. However the three evil dragon Gods; Falzure, Garyx, and Tiamat grew bored of the humanoids and believed they were better than the Gods followed by the squishy humanoids, and proceeded to teach the Humanoid Gods that the Dragon Gods were more powerful. On many occasions Falzure would take the slaughtered sacrifices to Erythnul and drain them of their energy making them undead before they were slaughtered. Garyx burned a forest with many temples to the Gods down to ash and sand creating a desert leaving only a temple to him made of onyx. Tiamat would have her green and blue dragons destroy any temples not belonging to a draconic deity.
After decades of these tortures the Gods made a unanimous decision to banish the Dragon Gods. The Gods combined their magic and sealed off each of the three Dragon Gods in their home planes all to be guarded by Bahamut. However the evil three became aware of this and instituted a backup plan of sorts.
On the eve of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in the city of fire during the dark of the moon, the seals can be broken. However this can only be accomplished by two magic users of great power, each holding one of the two rods made by the Gods themselves, one being the rod of Falzure a powerful rod that can turn the living into undead made with the skull of a kobold and pure onyx and the other rod so powerful it’s effects are random but wondrous and chaotic.
So far only one of the rods has been recorded to be found. This rod was place in the powerful trustworthy hands of the Moonshadow family. The rod of Falzure has not been found at the time of this writing but it has been rumored that it was given to a clan of creatures to be kept safe.
Well I hope that you have enjoyed this first part of the story. As with most stories it is best to begin with a legend. Next story you will meet some of our main characters, but you will just have to wait until next week for the next installment of “The Return of the Dragon Gods”.
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