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#1
zombiegleemax
Jun 02, 2004 0:56:15 Ok, I am going to start up a PS campaign yet again with some of my old players. My last PS campaign (AD&D 2nd Edition) lasted about 4-5 years. In addition, I am a big fan of epic-style campaigns - that is, I prefer some large sweping story base over the "some guys that walk around" style. I like my players to have crucial decisions in events that shape the multiverse (that last campaign ended as they destroyed the Demiplane of Shadow, and with it the high-ups of a demonic organization which was heavily weighting the Blood War by selling highly destructive weapons and artifacts to the Baatezu... selling, of course, for vast quantities of mortal prisoners which the organization then turned into their own style of disease carrying undead).

As such, I am going to present here a premise I have for the next story arc as I make my first attempt at running PS under 3e/3.5e.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

"Come in, come in... please close the door behind you."

The crooked old tiefling beckoned me in amongst the shelves of books and nicknacks and dusty little oddities. I should be sleeping, but a journalist's job is never done. I had received a errand boy earlier, with a message from one Gna'r Topet, an old man of some report in the Hive. However, it took quite some time to track down his little shop he maintains out of the front room of his dwelling.

The dust was so thick it stung my eyes. Obviously, Mr Topet doesn't get much business.

"Another young-blood looking for some of the lost dark, eh? Well, you'll be good for a laugh. What is it you wished to ask me about?"

He was already smiling. His teeth, that is, the teeth which were left, were brown and rotten, making it hard for one to look at him as he smiled. I told him what he wanted to know. I told him why I was here.

"Ha ha ha ha," he laughed, long and hard. "I haven't heard that name in years. Why, all of the sudden do you believe that a faction the Lady herself destroyed would be running around free again? Do you really think the Lady failed? Or do you think the entire horde of the An'nullare have returned from their graves?"

I wasn't in the mood for games. I meerly stared, not willing to give him the joy of seeing me fidget at his prodding. I think he sensed this too, as his face went slack.

"The truth is son, that the An'nullare were a wicked bunch. They were close to succeeding before the Lady caught wind of it. And good thing she did! How much do you know about them?"

I shoke my head, signaling that I knew next to nothing - a common journalist's trick to goad more information out of an informant.

"Well, son..."

I hated that, stop calling me "son", old man. Yet I remained silent, I was here for more important reasons.

"...the An'nullare were around back in the times when there were more factions trying to rule this hunk of rock than there were people. They, of course, were thrown out by the Lady. The An'nullare, however, got a special bonus that no other discarded faction received - they were destroyed. The Lady cast the entire faction into one of the worst of the mazes. Some say the maze was shaped as a mirror to their crest - a small circle of stone, shattered and splintered and cracked like some dried river bed. I have heard tales that the entire maze would rumble, and the ground would crack and give way, spouting steam which was nearly fatal. There was no way out.

"Oh, don't start feeling sympathetic for the bastards. They deserved it. You know what they were trying to do? They decided that the world would be a better place if everything was disconnected. That is, no portals, no astral, no plane shifting, and no way to get from plane to plane. Disconnected.... forever. It makes a bit of sense, you know, it would end the Blood War......"

He trailed off at this point, and I noticed him rubbing a scar that stretched from behind his right ear and disappeared under his robes near his collar bone. I cleared my throat to keep him on track.

"Anyway, they decided everything should be torn apart, that everything should be disconnected. Supposedly they had some way to do it too, and had begun dislodging some important portals from our own City of Doors. The Lady wouldn't stand for this, so she cast them out, plain and simple."

I nodded at him. Old Gna'r knew quite alot of lore when dealing with the history of the Cage. I made it a point to compliment him. He was a good man, with a kind heart. It was a shame, I thought as the dagger slid in under his chin, that he had to die. He knew too much, and could end up being harmful.

As I walked from his shop, in my odd form of irony, I removed a medallion from about my neck - a small circle of stone, shattered and splintered and cracked like some dried river bed - and placed it in his hands. I paused, only for a moment, to smile at my own private joke, and blended in with the shadows of the street.
#2
zombiegleemax
Jun 02, 2004 14:14:51 A blue haired tiefling drums his metal cased digits along the bar as he takes another bored sip of something most humans would rather find....

Disturbing.

But this was the berk that the spiv told you to find if you needed some info. Fringe Fartale, planewalker with a bit of experience behind him. Also one of the few more well-known tieflings that have a tendency to NOT stab someone in the back for more jink. This guy, even if he won't admit it, was rumored to have helped save some town called Heart's Faith for nothing awhile back.

After a moment, the basher looks over at you, and immediately you noticed that his green eyes have no pupils whatsoever, forcing a series of goosebumps to go all up and down your spine.

"So your lookin for a bit of the dark about some sod eh? Listen prime, maybe it hasn't occured to you, but I don't do things cheaply, without good reason of course. Just cause I won't backstab ye like some other planetouched do, doesn't mean I'm easy to buy out."

He turns back to his bub wheny you ask him about the tiefling that got sent to the dead book just recently, and almost immediately he turns right back at'cha.

"That's the sod your lookin fer? Sorry, but some one already beat'cha to the quick. Some blood sent Gna'r to the deadbook just a coupla days ago. That blood actually got me out of a scrap in the Blood War. Now since you WERE interested in lookin for him, maybe I should tag along, if you don't mind. There's gotta be some basher that's gotta pay the old blood back eh?"

-Fringe Fartale, tiefling planar bloodknight-

I like your premise phrakture, I really do!

Like it so much that I'm willing to lend out my lil Fringe's stats if you need another basher to help along. Unfortunately, awhile back I made a unique prestige class for him, but if you want I'll ship out that info to ya too.
#3
zombiegleemax
Jun 02, 2004 15:41:10 Ha, I like the continuation. Works nicely. I'll let you know how it works out, I may be starting it up either today or tomorrow.
#4
zombiegleemax
Jun 02, 2004 23:31:25 Sure, just give a lil holler if you need a tiefling to shake things up!

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#1 zombiegleemax Jun 02, 2004 0:56:15	Ok, I am going to start up a PS campaign yet again with some of my old players. My last PS campaign (AD&D 2nd Edition) lasted about 4-5 years. In addition, I am a big fan of epic-style campaigns - that is, I prefer some large sweping story base over the "some guys that walk around" style. I like my players to have crucial decisions in events that shape the multiverse (that last campaign ended as they destroyed the Demiplane of Shadow, and with it the high-ups of a demonic organization which was heavily weighting the Blood War by selling highly destructive weapons and artifacts to the Baatezu... selling, of course, for vast quantities of mortal prisoners which the organization then turned into their own style of disease carrying undead). As such, I am going to present here a premise I have for the next story arc as I make my first attempt at running PS under 3e/3.5e. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- "Come in, come in... please close the door behind you." The crooked old tiefling beckoned me in amongst the shelves of books and nicknacks and dusty little oddities. I should be sleeping, but a journalist's job is never done. I had received a errand boy earlier, with a message from one Gna'r Topet, an old man of some report in the Hive. However, it took quite some time to track down his little shop he maintains out of the front room of his dwelling. The dust was so thick it stung my eyes. Obviously, Mr Topet doesn't get much business. "Another young-blood looking for some of the lost dark, eh? Well, you'll be good for a laugh. What is it you wished to ask me about?" He was already smiling. His teeth, that is, the teeth which were left, were brown and rotten, making it hard for one to look at him as he smiled. I told him what he wanted to know. I told him why I was here. "Ha ha ha ha," he laughed, long and hard. "I haven't heard that name in years. Why, all of the sudden do you believe that a faction the Lady herself destroyed would be running around free again? Do you really think the Lady failed? Or do you think the entire horde of the An'nullare have returned from their graves?" I wasn't in the mood for games. I meerly stared, not willing to give him the joy of seeing me fidget at his prodding. I think he sensed this too, as his face went slack. "The truth is son, that the An'nullare were a wicked bunch. They were close to succeeding before the Lady caught wind of it. And good thing she did! How much do you know about them?" I shoke my head, signaling that I knew next to nothing - a common journalist's trick to goad more information out of an informant. "Well, son..." I hated that, stop calling me "son", old man. Yet I remained silent, I was here for more important reasons. "...the An'nullare were around back in the times when there were more factions trying to rule this hunk of rock than there were people. They, of course, were thrown out by the Lady. The An'nullare, however, got a special bonus that no other discarded faction received - they were destroyed. The Lady cast the entire faction into one of the worst of the mazes. Some say the maze was shaped as a mirror to their crest - a small circle of stone, shattered and splintered and cracked like some dried river bed. I have heard tales that the entire maze would rumble, and the ground would crack and give way, spouting steam which was nearly fatal. There was no way out. "Oh, don't start feeling sympathetic for the bastards. They deserved it. You know what they were trying to do? They decided that the world would be a better place if everything was disconnected. That is, no portals, no astral, no plane shifting, and no way to get from plane to plane. Disconnected.... forever. It makes a bit of sense, you know, it would end the Blood War......" He trailed off at this point, and I noticed him rubbing a scar that stretched from behind his right ear and disappeared under his robes near his collar bone. I cleared my throat to keep him on track. "Anyway, they decided everything should be torn apart, that everything should be disconnected. Supposedly they had some way to do it too, and had begun dislodging some important portals from our own City of Doors. The Lady wouldn't stand for this, so she cast them out, plain and simple." I nodded at him. Old Gna'r knew quite alot of lore when dealing with the history of the Cage. I made it a point to compliment him. He was a good man, with a kind heart. It was a shame, I thought as the dagger slid in under his chin, that he had to die. He knew too much, and could end up being harmful. As I walked from his shop, in my odd form of irony, I removed a medallion from about my neck - a small circle of stone, shattered and splintered and cracked like some dried river bed - and placed it in his hands. I paused, only for a moment, to smile at my own private joke, and blended in with the shadows of the street.
#2 zombiegleemax Jun 02, 2004 14:14:51	A blue haired tiefling drums his metal cased digits along the bar as he takes another bored sip of something most humans would rather find.... Disturbing. But this was the berk that the spiv told you to find if you needed some info. Fringe Fartale, planewalker with a bit of experience behind him. Also one of the few more well-known tieflings that have a tendency to NOT stab someone in the back for more jink. This guy, even if he won't admit it, was rumored to have helped save some town called Heart's Faith for nothing awhile back. After a moment, the basher looks over at you, and immediately you noticed that his green eyes have no pupils whatsoever, forcing a series of goosebumps to go all up and down your spine. "So your lookin for a bit of the dark about some sod eh? Listen prime, maybe it hasn't occured to you, but I don't do things cheaply, without good reason of course. Just cause I won't backstab ye like some other planetouched do, doesn't mean I'm easy to buy out." He turns back to his bub wheny you ask him about the tiefling that got sent to the dead book just recently, and almost immediately he turns right back at'cha. "That's the sod your lookin fer? Sorry, but some one already beat'cha to the quick. Some blood sent Gna'r to the deadbook just a coupla days ago. That blood actually got me out of a scrap in the Blood War. Now since you WERE interested in lookin for him, maybe I should tag along, if you don't mind. There's gotta be some basher that's gotta pay the old blood back eh?" -Fringe Fartale, tiefling planar bloodknight- I like your premise phrakture, I really do! Like it so much that I'm willing to lend out my lil Fringe's stats if you need another basher to help along. Unfortunately, awhile back I made a unique prestige class for him, but if you want I'll ship out that info to ya too.
#3 zombiegleemax Jun 02, 2004 15:41:10	Ha, I like the continuation. Works nicely. I'll let you know how it works out, I may be starting it up either today or tomorrow.
#4 zombiegleemax Jun 02, 2004 23:31:25	Sure, just give a lil holler if you need a tiefling to shake things up!