01-29-2015, 06:09 PM
The only character with a dagger, throws it to the jailer through the grille - and misses by a mile!
Hector the Invincible limps down from the grille and, despite injuries and fatigue, with the speed of lightning grabs the blowpipe that was just used against the Quagrant, summons a small dart from a pocket and blows it to the jailer. The hit is true and the jailer chockes in seconds, blue-faced.
As you lie panting, Hector grunts and flexes his broad shoulders. 'Ijust can't understand it,' he says, shaking his head. 'Three months ago I was sent by rny Lady on a journey - a mission tu retrieve a mighty relic, i braved perils beyond description to find the artefact... and my reward? Dragged, beaten and abandoned to that creature by some cowardly pretender. By the Grace of all the true gods, 1 had already hidden my prize safely. Now I must deliver it toLady Desideria'
Obviously Hector has not learnt yet oi the death of the Lady.
As the characters gently explain the situation to him. He clenches his fists and stifles a cry: '1 will have my revenge!' he hisses, 'and 1 will take it now!' He jumps to Ms feet and helps you standing on his shoulder like a human pyramid, until a character can push the grill open, get out and lower a rope to help the others out. Then Hector makes his way out of the chamber, grabbing a torch from the wall to light his way along the dark passage.
The characters follow him out of the' building and into the courtyard, where he strides over to the waier-trough by the stables. He
readies into the scummy water and retrieves a leather pouch- 1 believe I can trust you,' he says, tossing the pouch over to you. 'I go now to root out the traitor who has slain my Lady. Keep this well and, if 1 should die, give it to Blackmoor's new ruler'
He whirls the flaming brand about his head and charges towards the gate of the keep.
Continues...
Hector the Invincible limps down from the grille and, despite injuries and fatigue, with the speed of lightning grabs the blowpipe that was just used against the Quagrant, summons a small dart from a pocket and blows it to the jailer. The hit is true and the jailer chockes in seconds, blue-faced.
As you lie panting, Hector grunts and flexes his broad shoulders. 'Ijust can't understand it,' he says, shaking his head. 'Three months ago I was sent by rny Lady on a journey - a mission tu retrieve a mighty relic, i braved perils beyond description to find the artefact... and my reward? Dragged, beaten and abandoned to that creature by some cowardly pretender. By the Grace of all the true gods, 1 had already hidden my prize safely. Now I must deliver it toLady Desideria'
Obviously Hector has not learnt yet oi the death of the Lady.
As the characters gently explain the situation to him. He clenches his fists and stifles a cry: '1 will have my revenge!' he hisses, 'and 1 will take it now!' He jumps to Ms feet and helps you standing on his shoulder like a human pyramid, until a character can push the grill open, get out and lower a rope to help the others out. Then Hector makes his way out of the chamber, grabbing a torch from the wall to light his way along the dark passage.
The characters follow him out of the' building and into the courtyard, where he strides over to the waier-trough by the stables. He
readies into the scummy water and retrieves a leather pouch- 1 believe I can trust you,' he says, tossing the pouch over to you. 'I go now to root out the traitor who has slain my Lady. Keep this well and, if 1 should die, give it to Blackmoor's new ruler'
He whirls the flaming brand about his head and charges towards the gate of the keep.
Continues...
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.