Standard PHB Races and Classes ONLY! No Drow Sex Assassins, Pixie Ass Wizards or Half Celestial Penis Crusaders!
You are level 1-3, decide which.
You are alone! Totally isolated from everyone else in this thread!
"You barely go thirty paces into the forest before a foul, stinking odor fills your nostrils and assaults your senses. It is a stench you've smelt before, but you cannot place it in your memory.
"Immediately, you begin to think back to the warnings of the toothless old men in the tavern you were in just hours ago. They spoke in wheezing, cryptic tones of creatures white as death that moved like shadows and stank of carrion.
"Regardless, you muster your nerve and continue walking, intent on reaching your destination through this forest, though you can't seem to shake the feeling that there may be more than squirrels and ravens lurking in the dark foliage.
"You come to gradual stop as the dirt road splits in two directions, one to the left and one to the right. Which do you take?"
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Oho~ I r d&d n00b
"Aha! I have a simple way to decide this!" I proclaim, to no one really.
I take my shield and lie it down where the road parts. Grinning, I take my axe and place it on the shield, and spin it. Well, I tried to spin it, anyway. Frustrated, I kick the shield foward. The shield flies and hits a rock. It bounces, broken, to the left path. I shrug and walk over to pick up the shield and axe.
"I guess I go this way..."
"The path leads you to a clearing in the forest, removed of all grass and trees. Light pours in from the sky above, but it seems grey and hostile to you.
"A pond, whose murky waters are still as glass, dominates the clearing. You're not sure, but you think you can see dark shapes lurking under the muddy surface. Perhaps they are large fish, or perhaps something worse.
"What do you do?"
For those who went Left
"The road slowly disappears until you are walking over nothing but dead grass. Regardless, you continue your trek through the wilderness.
"Eventually, you find your way to small glade, dim traces of grey sunlight filtering in through the dark canopy above. A deer feeds on the dry grass, quietly munching.
"It does not flee at your approach and though it seems calm, you can almost sense the uneasy tension about it and in the very air.
"What do you do?"
Being the level 3 Drow(I hope thats ok with you, if its not, I'll just go elf) Conjurer that decided to go right that I am, I keep a safe distance between myself and the pond to make sure whatever is lurking within doesn't jump out and harm me. I survey my surroundings a bit more, especially the edges of the forest.
I decide to set up a small resting camp. I make a small firepit and light some kindling. I take some water from a flask and boil some noodles I have with me.
"Plenty of water, they gave me plenty of water. Was a little bit more beef too much to ask?"
Finally, bloodlust rules over me and I swing my axe at the base of the deer's neck quickly and calmly.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
The sound comes from the throat of a rather slim, blonde elf, staring angrily at the pond in front of her like it offends her in some way. Her name is Sythi, and at the moment she is rather put out at the whole business of having to wander through these woods alone. She would be a bit perturbed at her bodyguard, Kale's, disappearance as he went to scout ahead, but she's seen no trail of him yet... either in footprints or remains. At the most she is rather annoyed and impatient, having made slow progress through the woods in hope that Kale would find his way back to her, but no luck. Something in the back of her mind notes that it was only he who knew how to get through this place or why they were going through it and not around to begin with, but that's quickly blotted out by huffed anger at the fact that he's not there to tell her.
Sythi remains at the edge of the clearing, grumbling rather quietly to herself and casting long, angry glances at the pond. The longer she paces, the more agitated she gets, finally scooping up a stone from the ground and hurling it at the pond as if it were her missing guard, realizing just after she threw it, after catching glimpse of a moving flicker beneath the waters, that that might not be such a bright idea.
(note: Sythi is young, arrogant, and the daughter of an elven noble. Finding physical labor beneath her, she studied as a mage, though her relationship with her various teachers was rocky at best, downright violent at others. She rarely takes heed to advice, even when it's important, and simply cannot fathom being killed, tortured, or hurt, as her family have taken great pains to see that she be sheltered from all thought of that.)
Unfortunately, you can't be a Drow, but you can be an elf.
The clearing seems unnaturally still to you as you survey it. The singing of birds and buzzing of insects most often associated with forests isn't even heard.
Your head jerks towards the pond suddenly as you catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye. By the time your head catches up to your vision, however, only a quivering ripple remains...
ECP
Though you can't be a drow, I'll humor you.
The bright light flashes and is gone in an instant, as though something drained it right out of the water. In that brief period, however, you saw a pair of ugly catfish swim away from the sudden burst of light in fright.
Vorbis
The deer doesn't even move as you kill it cleanly; it's as though something drained its will to survive.
Rich, red blood flows from its neck, staining the grass a dirty red-brown. Suddenly, you hear a rather loud rustle in the bushes behind you and a rather hungry growl...
Solstyce
The pond disappears beneath the murk, causing a tiny ripple that is there and gone in an instant. Soon, the water is still and clear once again.
Just as your senses begin to ease themselves, they are set on end once more. In a tremendous burst of grimy water, a scrawny, underfed figure erupts from the shallow depths of the pond.
A gaunt, pale and thoroughly dead Ghoul stares at you through two hungry eyes as water drips down its sickeningly white figure. It bares its claws, yellow and grimy from years of death, and springs at you like a hunting cat!
S'all for today. More tomorrow.
(At the start)
Gobog thinks for a bit, about which direction to take. It starts to hurt his head, but after about 30 seconds, he decides to go right.
(Going right... Doot doot doot...)
Gobog looks at the things curiously. He takes his greatclub, and prods one of them carefully, preparing to smash them just in case.
I take the ring and place it on the altar, then flip to page 34.
*flip flip flip*
DAMNIT! I'm dead!
Checking the pathways, he decides to go left...keeping his weapons ready, just in case.
After seeing the deer, Lenlalron puts it to his back, the proceeds very slowly, in a ready stance, feeling the tension in his body.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
As he comes to the pond, he considers it curiously but calmly. He wonders whether he should disturb the inhabitants or leave them to their business.
Finally, he decides to walk on into the darkness, but first he (using Climb Walls) climbs up a tall tree to survey the area.
I was interrupted by the rustling and the growl. I leave my shield strapped across my back and turn to face the bush. I then take my shield out from behind me. I stand steadfast and ready for anything.
"Gods! This place stinks, be danm glad when I get out of here." Varick spoke out loud as he took the right fork.
"I wonder how the elves do it?" He spoke out loud again as he Listened to the leather creaking and chain clinking of his armor. He has always been amazed at how elves could move so quietly while still wearing chain. A smith told him once it was a special chain mail that they wore. Maybe some day he could hope to get his hands on one. Until then he has to make due with a slightly rusty steel hauberk.
"Well at least I can be proud of my weapon" spoke up as he unhooked an axe from his belt. It was a fine dwarven crafted weapon. Well worth the months of hard labor working for that smith. A dwarf would need two hands, but Varick and most humans could easily use it with one hand.
As Varick came into clearing he made his way over to the pond. Kneeling down on its pitiful shores, he goes to take a drink but thinks better of it after observing the waters. As he stand up he picks up a nearby stone and skips it perfectly across the pond, pondering his next course of action. [ 04-21-2002: Message edited by: Pyscho_Pike ]
*Porck sniffs his pits*
"HA, not me!"
*Remembering that toothless bastard, Porck dons his armor, which consists mainly of rat-skin leather, with thousands of tiny fish hooks sewn to the outside. And arms himself with his sack full of doorknobs. (Weapon Prof on that one?)*
*Coming to the fork in the path, Porck sits down, and starts rummaging though his pack, looking for candy*
...what? I can tell you went right, but what are you poking at?
Lenlalron
As you slowly approach the deer, its ears suddenly prick up and its body tenses. In moments, it is off in the blink of an eye, springing nimbly through the underbrush.
Though it seemed frightened, you don't think you were the source of its fear. The rustling of a nearby bush confirms that. Whatever frightened the deer seems to be approaching...
Hireko
Surveying the area gives you an eerie glance at the forest around you. Deep gray clouds swarm overhead, blocking out the precious daylight and giving the boughs a hostile look.
The pond beneath you remains still, though from your vantage point, you can make out a large, shadowy shape that you are convinced is far too large to be any common fish.
Vorbis
A figure erupts from the bushes in an explosion of leaves and twigs. Landing nimbly on the ground, it rises up to its full height, which seems a little shorter than you.
The creature appears humanoid, though gaunt, white-skinned and hairless. The Ghoul peers at the deer's corpse and licks its dry chops with a long, snake-like tongue.
Its bloodshot eyes quickly turn on you with a furious look in them. It seems that it is in the mood for fresher meat today.
Psycho_Pike
The stone skips across the water gracefully, making a lovely chorus of splashing sounds. You raise an eyebrow as the stone hits something with a thunk and sinks into the water.
You do not have to wait long before the stone's unintended target shows itself. A pale Ghoul bursts from the water like a rising tower, a fish still caught in its sharp-toothed maw.
The Ghoul spits out its previous prey and opens its mouth in an eerie howl of anger. With a series of quick lunges not befitting such an undead creature, it begins to rush towards you with incredible speed.
Continued tomorrow
Talorynn
YOU FIND A CHOCOLATE RABBIT! YAAAAAY!
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You barely go thirty paces into the forest before a foul, stinking odor fills your nostrils and assaults your senses. It is a stench you've smelt before, but you cannot place it in your memory."Immediately, you begin to think back to the warnings of the toothless old men in the tavern you were in just hours ago. They spoke in wheezing, cryptic tones of creatures white as death that moved like shadows and stank of carrion.
"Regardless, you muster your nerve and continue walking, intent on reaching your destination through this forest, though you can't seem to shake the feeling that there may be more than squirrels and ravens lurking in the dark foliage.
"You come to gradual stop as the dirt road splits in two directions, one to the left and one to the right. Which do you take?"
As the Dregolad, the Nimble Elven Archer stalked almost soundlessly down the road, he saw a split. Uncertain which way to go, he sat down for a minute to think. Then, he stood up and took out a coin. He flipped it, and it landed heads. Then he thought to himself "so, I go right, eh?"
He smiled at the thought of this trick that he had learned from one of his human companians before they had split up. So, it was almost with a light heart that Dregolad walked down the right path, although he could still feel an uneasy shadow on his soul.
Archers Roxxors!
Porck decides to go left, mainly because his left hand is covered with chocolate, and he leans while licking his grubby little fingers.
*Porck spots the deer, and sneaks up on it. (Yeah, I KNOW) As he edges closer, and closer, he readies his sack full of doorknobs. (Still waiting on a Weapon Prof, Oh-Capitan) And he raises his sack HIGH over his stumpy head, making ready to smash down on the poor creature.
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For those who went Right
"The path leads you to a clearing in the forest, removed of all grass and trees. Light pours in from the sky above, but it seems grey and hostile to you."A pond, whose murky waters are still as glass, dominates the clearing. You're not sure, but you think you can see dark shapes lurking under the muddy surface. Perhaps they are large fish, or perhaps something worse.
"What do you do?"
Dregolad felt like he was sensing an evil that seemed to be coming from the murky pond. Quickly, he notches an arrow in his bow, and focuses most of his attention on the pool, but not all of it. He had made that mistake before, and did not intend to do it again. Slowly, he begins to walk toward the opposite end of the clearing, keeping Eyes peeled for enemies, and listening with his sharp elven ears for any noises that might give away enemies that his Eyes might not catch.
Archers Roxxors!
...Okay, here's my real action. :P
Lenlalron throws a rock at the bush, trying to get it to come out...getting ambushed is pure suicide in this place. Hoping that this plan works, Lenlalron gets ready for a fight...
