Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 7, 2007 17:40:38 GMT -5
Dark Sorcerer
Spring Dawning
Magic has been at a steady decline in the last month. Can hardly cast the most basic of spells and half the time they fail.
It is a sad time that is slowly driving you insane. You are losing everything.
Shatterklang the copper has left, gone to try to find the Forest of Wayreth. The Last Tower is missing and with it, the last vestige of hope.
The despair has sunk in as you enter the chamber of Nuitari at the very top of the tower. The alter marks the spot where the Dark Moon would shine his magical light….gone.
A time ago, before the exile, you lived a normal life in House Mystic of Silvanesti. You followed in another’s footsteps, Dalamar Nightson of House Servitor was cast out for invoking magic from a god that is not Solinari the Only. His Dark Tomes hidden away only for you top find them and learn from the dark texts. You were driven out after the reclaiming of Silvanesti, and the death of the Nightmare on the Forest.
Lord Konnal, the head of House Protectorate and by martial decree, the Steward of Silvanesti cast you out in the Ritual of Darkness where the light of Goodness judges and leaves you forever.
Hands lashed behind your back you were banished before the Shield was erected, keeping everyone the whole of Krynn out at a terrible cost.
On your own, you traveled to Flotsam and carved out a niche for yourself studying your Dark Tomes.
The Art of Sanet*
The Tome of Mati**
Tome of Dumak***
*Black Magic
**Dead
***Darkness
Translated from the Magius Lexicon
These were classical works from the Age of Dreams, perhaps by Nuitari’s hand himself. Rare finds indeed, the Tomes were hidden in the caves outside Silvanost by the Elven Dark Sorceress that recently tried to come back and control the great dragons to destroy Silvanesti.
The Tower is as secure as it can be with Magic fading by the hour.
The River of Souls, it plagues your nightmares and find your mind drifts to the subject in your waking hours.
Madness reigns in the nearly abandoned Tower, Dwarven workers are fixing walls, and there is five students studying in the central school.
Corinne
Yori
Darrion
Craven
Riona
All students of the Dark Arts since 32 S.C.
Magic is being drained away is the theory, by spirits of the dead. The dead have become parasites, siphoning magic away and carrying it somewhere.
The Students haven been trained to be your eyes and ears on all subjects as a side analysis for current events.
You leave the Library after a day of study, but little results. You walk up the curved stairs when you look up from the steps to see a startling Red warrior on the stairs above you, with weapons bared.
The masked man wields a dangerous serrated sword and also a blowgun of small stature.
A spell called Fira, flames down upon you; you burn for moments but dispel it at the last moment.
Silence
Part 3
By the DM
You yell, but no words call forth.
A sphere of silence radiates around you.
Command words and Verbal components will not aid you.
Dragonbane Tower
The Three Khurian guardsmen rush the Red Monk. The Cone of Silence permeates the Tower. The Students detect something is awry and come to see their shafi.
Spears stab the Monk multiple times. It goes down. It gets up and flips over your head to behind you. It explodes and sends at a high rate of speed a thing that is embedded on you before you can comprehend that something has happened. You are thrown backward and land on your back in the greeting hall. Your students run down to you
You can’t breathe for long moments then you feel the sizzle. You are practically in shock. You command a mirror be brought to you so you can see what it is that is still throbbing with fire.
A Dragon scale is molded, grafted to you skin. It burnt away your cloth and left this dark translucent scale on your shoulder. It is not coming off.
An Uninvited Guest
By Don
Rolling over and standing up, Kalana will shed the cloak she was wearing. Turning to one of her students, she will turn with her back toward them. "Is there anything still on me?" she asks, the irritation very VERY clear in her voice.
Very Bad
By the DM
Your student looks at your shoulder and tells you of a dark translucent scale on your shoulder. It’s almost as if it is a Dragon scale.
Just f**k**g Great!
By Don
Telling the students to continue on about their daily routines, just to stay in groups, she will tell the captain of the guard to start having constant patrols start up within the keep walls themselves. Going up to the research study that is reserved for Karnea, Aravis, and Kalana only, Kalana will start pulling out reference scrolls and books, trying to identify what the hell this thing IS that is on her shoulder. She will also move a mirror so that she may look at it and examine it further.
Dark Storm Rising
By The DM
In the last book you have patience to look thru, there contains a passage that in the 1st and 2nd Dragon Wars, Dragonscales where used by powerful dragons that sought to ensure target would spy for the dragon, be a extension of a dragon in mind, thoughts, feelings.
You back to previous notes that you had jotted down over a decade ago. A report from a spy of yours from the Isle in the east called Clair Elin. Several generation s of Monks reside there and are rumored to have been subjugated by Malystryx, the Red Dragon Overlord of the Desolation.
The monks are experts in infiltration and assassination.
Well, ain't this just f**k**g special
Looking on thru the pages, Kalana will try to find a way to get rid of the scale. Casting Dispel Magic, if that doesn't work, trying to see if it will pull off. If that doesn't work, she will take a look at it, seeing if she can draw magic out of it.
You find that it is grafted to your body. To take it off would cause great suffering and perhaps potential fatal consequences.
You try to draw magic from the scale…
-“I can give you magic, at the cost of your soul…”
“ I am your master now. I can cause you pain.”
You feel intense pain that threatens to black you out from Shock.
The Pain ends
“ I can probe your thoughts though I know you can block from me, I will win in the end.”
Spring Dawning
Magic has been at a steady decline in the last month. Can hardly cast the most basic of spells and half the time they fail.
It is a sad time that is slowly driving you insane. You are losing everything.
Shatterklang the copper has left, gone to try to find the Forest of Wayreth. The Last Tower is missing and with it, the last vestige of hope.
The despair has sunk in as you enter the chamber of Nuitari at the very top of the tower. The alter marks the spot where the Dark Moon would shine his magical light….gone.
A time ago, before the exile, you lived a normal life in House Mystic of Silvanesti. You followed in another’s footsteps, Dalamar Nightson of House Servitor was cast out for invoking magic from a god that is not Solinari the Only. His Dark Tomes hidden away only for you top find them and learn from the dark texts. You were driven out after the reclaiming of Silvanesti, and the death of the Nightmare on the Forest.
Lord Konnal, the head of House Protectorate and by martial decree, the Steward of Silvanesti cast you out in the Ritual of Darkness where the light of Goodness judges and leaves you forever.
Hands lashed behind your back you were banished before the Shield was erected, keeping everyone the whole of Krynn out at a terrible cost.
On your own, you traveled to Flotsam and carved out a niche for yourself studying your Dark Tomes.
The Art of Sanet*
The Tome of Mati**
Tome of Dumak***
*Black Magic
**Dead
***Darkness
Translated from the Magius Lexicon
These were classical works from the Age of Dreams, perhaps by Nuitari’s hand himself. Rare finds indeed, the Tomes were hidden in the caves outside Silvanost by the Elven Dark Sorceress that recently tried to come back and control the great dragons to destroy Silvanesti.
The Tower is as secure as it can be with Magic fading by the hour.
The River of Souls, it plagues your nightmares and find your mind drifts to the subject in your waking hours.
Madness reigns in the nearly abandoned Tower, Dwarven workers are fixing walls, and there is five students studying in the central school.
Corinne
Yori
Darrion
Craven
Riona
All students of the Dark Arts since 32 S.C.
Magic is being drained away is the theory, by spirits of the dead. The dead have become parasites, siphoning magic away and carrying it somewhere.
The Students haven been trained to be your eyes and ears on all subjects as a side analysis for current events.
You leave the Library after a day of study, but little results. You walk up the curved stairs when you look up from the steps to see a startling Red warrior on the stairs above you, with weapons bared.
The masked man wields a dangerous serrated sword and also a blowgun of small stature.
A spell called Fira, flames down upon you; you burn for moments but dispel it at the last moment.
Silence
Part 3
By the DM
You yell, but no words call forth.
A sphere of silence radiates around you.
Command words and Verbal components will not aid you.
Dragonbane Tower
The Three Khurian guardsmen rush the Red Monk. The Cone of Silence permeates the Tower. The Students detect something is awry and come to see their shafi.
Spears stab the Monk multiple times. It goes down. It gets up and flips over your head to behind you. It explodes and sends at a high rate of speed a thing that is embedded on you before you can comprehend that something has happened. You are thrown backward and land on your back in the greeting hall. Your students run down to you
You can’t breathe for long moments then you feel the sizzle. You are practically in shock. You command a mirror be brought to you so you can see what it is that is still throbbing with fire.
A Dragon scale is molded, grafted to you skin. It burnt away your cloth and left this dark translucent scale on your shoulder. It is not coming off.
An Uninvited Guest
By Don
Rolling over and standing up, Kalana will shed the cloak she was wearing. Turning to one of her students, she will turn with her back toward them. "Is there anything still on me?" she asks, the irritation very VERY clear in her voice.
Very Bad
By the DM
Your student looks at your shoulder and tells you of a dark translucent scale on your shoulder. It’s almost as if it is a Dragon scale.
Just f**k**g Great!
By Don
Telling the students to continue on about their daily routines, just to stay in groups, she will tell the captain of the guard to start having constant patrols start up within the keep walls themselves. Going up to the research study that is reserved for Karnea, Aravis, and Kalana only, Kalana will start pulling out reference scrolls and books, trying to identify what the hell this thing IS that is on her shoulder. She will also move a mirror so that she may look at it and examine it further.
Dark Storm Rising
By The DM
In the last book you have patience to look thru, there contains a passage that in the 1st and 2nd Dragon Wars, Dragonscales where used by powerful dragons that sought to ensure target would spy for the dragon, be a extension of a dragon in mind, thoughts, feelings.
You back to previous notes that you had jotted down over a decade ago. A report from a spy of yours from the Isle in the east called Clair Elin. Several generation s of Monks reside there and are rumored to have been subjugated by Malystryx, the Red Dragon Overlord of the Desolation.
The monks are experts in infiltration and assassination.
Well, ain't this just f**k**g special
Looking on thru the pages, Kalana will try to find a way to get rid of the scale. Casting Dispel Magic, if that doesn't work, trying to see if it will pull off. If that doesn't work, she will take a look at it, seeing if she can draw magic out of it.
You find that it is grafted to your body. To take it off would cause great suffering and perhaps potential fatal consequences.
You try to draw magic from the scale…
-“I can give you magic, at the cost of your soul…”
“ I am your master now. I can cause you pain.”
You feel intense pain that threatens to black you out from Shock.
The Pain ends
“ I can probe your thoughts though I know you can block from me, I will win in the end.”