I am the Dungeon Master You are my Pawn.
I've joined another D&D group, we will probably meet every sunday. I have taken the role of Dungeon master which I enjoy because it's gives me a theatre for my dramatic works. The following is the preface to their first adventure. I'll post more of them as time goes by. You'll have to fill in the details that took place during gameplay on your own (I may do it some day but right now I don't have the time or proper motivation.)
The town of Nyrech, a dwarven word which translates to “Place where two trade routes meet at the base of a mountain and people engage in commerce” is centered around the grand temple of mercury, God of merchants and trade. As such it is a town that values religion and has little tolerance for religious unrest.
However, a new prophet has made himself known. The prophet Ljtour has begun spouting firebrand rhetoric, and proclaiming the coming reckoning at the hands of his god, Hezak the Immortal. His fiery tongue and promises of glory have drawn the more and more of the locals into fervent cults who are unshakably devoted to Ljtour, and the local magistrate is becoming concerned.
Ljtour has yet to do anything actually illegal so they can’t throw him out of town, but as tensions grow you as adventurers have been asked to keep and eye on him. For two days you watch him as he uneventfully shouts his praise and rhetoric, but on the third day the situation explodes.
Ljtour and his followers have gathered around a fountain near the temple.
Ljtour: “You will all pay for your heresy! That god which you have all fallen blindly behind is a false idol! He can not save you from the impending WRATH, of Hezak the Immortal! His power can not compare with that of the Immortal!”
A young neophyte priest steps forward from the crowd.
Priest: “You proclaim the glory of your God, but what has he done? My God had healed the sick, raised the dead, what has your…”
At this point the priest is cut off as Ljtours hand blade scythes into his torso. He holds the eviscerate priest up on his claw briefly before throwing his dead body into the fountain.
Ljtour: “Acolytes! Burn this den of heresy! You, Kill the unbelievers!”
Ljtour and all but 6 of his cultists run off, the remaining 6 draw their crude farming tolls turned weapons and approach the remaining neophytes, murder burns in their eyes.
Your Move
The town of Nyrech, a dwarven word which translates to “Place where two trade routes meet at the base of a mountain and people engage in commerce” is centered around the grand temple of mercury, God of merchants and trade. As such it is a town that values religion and has little tolerance for religious unrest.
However, a new prophet has made himself known. The prophet Ljtour has begun spouting firebrand rhetoric, and proclaiming the coming reckoning at the hands of his god, Hezak the Immortal. His fiery tongue and promises of glory have drawn the more and more of the locals into fervent cults who are unshakably devoted to Ljtour, and the local magistrate is becoming concerned.
Ljtour has yet to do anything actually illegal so they can’t throw him out of town, but as tensions grow you as adventurers have been asked to keep and eye on him. For two days you watch him as he uneventfully shouts his praise and rhetoric, but on the third day the situation explodes.
Ljtour and his followers have gathered around a fountain near the temple.
Ljtour: “You will all pay for your heresy! That god which you have all fallen blindly behind is a false idol! He can not save you from the impending WRATH, of Hezak the Immortal! His power can not compare with that of the Immortal!”
A young neophyte priest steps forward from the crowd.
Priest: “You proclaim the glory of your God, but what has he done? My God had healed the sick, raised the dead, what has your…”
At this point the priest is cut off as Ljtours hand blade scythes into his torso. He holds the eviscerate priest up on his claw briefly before throwing his dead body into the fountain.
Ljtour: “Acolytes! Burn this den of heresy! You, Kill the unbelievers!”
Ljtour and all but 6 of his cultists run off, the remaining 6 draw their crude farming tolls turned weapons and approach the remaining neophytes, murder burns in their eyes.
Your Move
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