01-31-2015, 03:32 PM
A tall cowled figure walks into the bowl, chanting all the time, and reverently collects up the golden powder into a silken sack. He is chanting 'Broth for my Master! Broth for Bythos! Magical broth makes the Master of the Abyss!' The character creeps round the rim of the bowl hoping to surprise him. A short distance away to one side, the character can see a crystal chariot with two Ectovults tethered to it and a Crystal Sprite standing patiently by. He hides behind a crystal outcrop until the cowled Gatherer approaches and then takes the Gatherer by surprise, cutting him down to the ground with a surprise attack from behind. Beneath the cowl is an emaciated, almost skeletal form. The character then wraps himself in the Gatherer's robe, takes his silken bag and approach the chariot.
The characters walks slowly up to the chariot and climbs in, while the Crystal Sprite bows reverently. Then he lets out a high-pitched yell, and the Ectovults lurch off. Soon the character is slamming across the plain at breathtaking speed. A few minutes later, the Spires of a fantastic crystal palace rise up before him, circled by hundreds of screeching Ectovults. The rogue can fully grasp the size of the palace only when he nears its enormous entrance. The building is many hundreds of yards high and is, formed, it seems, frum the same crystal he has been travelling on.
He enters a mighty chamber, and the chariot stops. Then he cimbs out just as another robed figure rushes up. 'You're late!' he hisses. 'Our Master returns and his broth is not yet prepared! If you fail, you will suffer his crvsial breath. Hurry!' He follows him across the chamber into another o£ similar size, in which a weird cauldron sits. Approaching, he realize thai H isa goblet over three feet high, fashioned for some mighty hand. Another cowled figure sits stirring the brew within, waiting for the character to empty his sack. He pours the contents into the cauldron and watch it darken to a murky green. Ihe two cowled figures depart silently, leaving him alone with the goblet.
The characters walks slowly up to the chariot and climbs in, while the Crystal Sprite bows reverently. Then he lets out a high-pitched yell, and the Ectovults lurch off. Soon the character is slamming across the plain at breathtaking speed. A few minutes later, the Spires of a fantastic crystal palace rise up before him, circled by hundreds of screeching Ectovults. The rogue can fully grasp the size of the palace only when he nears its enormous entrance. The building is many hundreds of yards high and is, formed, it seems, frum the same crystal he has been travelling on.
He enters a mighty chamber, and the chariot stops. Then he cimbs out just as another robed figure rushes up. 'You're late!' he hisses. 'Our Master returns and his broth is not yet prepared! If you fail, you will suffer his crvsial breath. Hurry!' He follows him across the chamber into another o£ similar size, in which a weird cauldron sits. Approaching, he realize thai H isa goblet over three feet high, fashioned for some mighty hand. Another cowled figure sits stirring the brew within, waiting for the character to empty his sack. He pours the contents into the cauldron and watch it darken to a murky green. Ihe two cowled figures depart silently, leaving him alone with the goblet.
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.