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A group of adventurers seek to atone for some grievous past sin they committed. |
| [Introduction]
To be perfectly honest, I made this story largely because I was bored. This will be a D&D style adventure, where there is a "Game Master" (That's me), serving as narrator as well as placing obstacles in the party's path. Also, I needed at least three people in the main group, but only two showed interest. So, I'll be doubling as the narrator and one of the group. I know that's not how this kind of thing usually works, but hey, rule of threes and all that. The basic premise is a group of adventurers seek forgiveness for some terrible deed they have committed in the past. By happenstance, they are all in the same chapel, praying for atonement, when the God of this world answers their prayers. If they can complete three seemingly impossible tasks, their sins will be forgiven. Thus, the adventure begins. Each player creates their own character to play as. They are to be introduced as follows... Name Race Class Skills Sin Everyone clear? Okay, lets get this adventure started! |
| Within the chapel of the Creator, all was silent. At the front of the temple, kneeling before the altar were three cloaked figures. They had never met before, but they were all bound by the one thing they shared. Each of them had committed some terrible deed in the past, causing them to be shunned and reviled by most civilized places. Only by atoning for their misdeeds, if even possible, could they ever be forgiven. Just then, a bright light suddenly shone from above them, enveloping them in its warmth as a great yet gentle voice echoed throughout the temple. "I have heard your prayers and seen your pasts. Each of you has sinned most grievously against me. But fear not, for you have not strayed beyond redemption. If the three of you can complete three mighty deeds together, your sins will be forgiven." A small orb of light floated down from above, hovering in front of the trio. "I am a herald of the Creator." It said in a soft, vaguely female voice. "I have been sent to guide you on your journey. I cannot intervene directly, but may still offer my wisdom and guidance. Please, reveal yourselves to me." The first and most physically imposing of the trio stepped forward, lowering his hood to reveal his face. Name: Korgar Race: Human Class: Barbarian Skills: Melee weapons master, super strength, immune to pain Sins: Slaughtered his family in a drunken rage during a feast. Labeled a kin-slayer and banished from his tribe. "I am Krogar of the Wolf Clan. Or rather, I was until that night at my tribe's annual feast of Gor-narn." |
| The second steeped forward, and dropped their hood, revealing their scaled features. Name: Skrick Race: Lizardfolk Class: Ranger Skills: Ambush expert. Strong swimmer. Can get into melee, as well as slay from a distance. Sins: Killed an innocent, who had been an identical sibling to his real target. "I am Skrick, a Bounty Hunter. I killed an innocent, who was the identical sibling to my intended target." |
| As the glowing Orb settled in front of the last cloaked figure, it waits patiently for the figure to announce itself and the great sin committed. After a count of ten, the figure had not answered, the Orb pulsates brightly and commands, "Speak, Cleric." Name: Darvok Race: Dwarf Class: Forge Cleric Skills: Wears heavy armor, front line fighter, massive damage, well versed combat healer. Sin: During combat in the middle of a small village, a Wizard cast a spell on Darvok causing him to go Berserk killing everyone who wasn't lucky enough to flee. "I am Darvok of No Clan. I killed unarmed men, women, and children. I am beyond redemption. |
| "Fear not. If you were truly beyond redemption, you would not have bothered coming here to ask forgiveness to begin with." The herald said. "Now, for your first task, you must go far to the west. There lives a man who was once a mighty hero long ago, but he has faded into obscurity after centuries of being out of practice. This man is under a most vile curse. No matter what is done to his body, he cannot be killed. His family and loved ones are long gone, and now he walks this world alone. Find a way to end his misery. Give him the death he yearns for." With that, the party exited the temple, mounting their steeds and riding west to find the supposedly immortal former hero. The herald accompanied them, still in orb form. After riding all day, they stopped in the center of a clearing to make camp for the night. As they slept on their bedrolls by the fire, a lone female wolf stepped into the clearing. Having not eaten in days, she was curious if they had any food and began rummaging through their satchels. |
| Skrick opened an eye, and looked. "You're not what you seem to be. Most wolves know better than to sneak up on another predator, unless they have help. You're a druid in Wild Shape. It's only polite to ask." |
| From behind a tree, Darvok appears. His battle hammer shimmering in the dark. Watching Skrick closely and looking for Korgar, Darvok eyes the druid warily, weapon readied. |
| The wolf hesitated, before changing back to her true form. To the group's surprise, the figure before them was much younger than they expected. She looked to be around ten to twelve years old, and judging by her pointed ears, was a half-elf. "Please." She said with begging eyes "I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in days, and can sparsely find food around these parts. I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted some food." |
| Skrick looked at the child, and sighed. "It helps you more if you ask." He walked over to his pack and opened it. "Do you have a preference? I got mostly dried meat, but I do have some apples and pears in here. The others might have other things." As he spoke, he kept an eye on the half-elf. After all, they could be a changeling or some such thing - not necessarily evil, but there was still something warning the lizardman. |
| Darvok peers intently at the young-looking visitor and then at Korgar and Skrick. A decision is made and Darvok utters an unheard incantation. Addressing the waif, "Please tell us of what has happened to you and your clan." |
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