7.21.2005
The Hard Thing About Painting With Your Horn Is That You Can't See What You're Painting
Okay Marivhon, nice shot, you hit Salisbury right in the teeth with your staff, shattering his entire jaw, and the unicorn falls to the ground in convulsions.
Cinder, you get one hit, and combined with Dave's next roll of 8+2 or 3 and Brogg's 10 hp, Ponce the leader has been decimated.
Good rolling guys. Add three more unicorn horns to party treasure, and continue on your way.
...
You keep questing into the mountains, along little-used trails. Your path is hard and unforgiving. It is as if the gods themselves would test your resolve to, well, kill some unicorns. Here and there you find ancient dolmens, statues, testaments to ancient and angry gods left by unspeakable beastmen from the dawn of time. Or you pass a giant cliff face, carved with hieroglyphs and runes that sages debate long into the night over the most minute of meanings. Perhaps they are meant as gifts... or warnings.
Eventually... uh oh, a sinkhole happens! You guys all fall 10 feet into a shallow underground river. Everyone make a save vs. BREATH WEAPON or take 1d6! I'll let each of you roll, but if you don't chime in, you'll just fail your save and take 5.
It is cold, wet, and dark. The light shines from above, revealing what appears to be an ancient tunnel. One beam of stray sunlight casts its rays upon the limestone walls, revealing strange scrawls! They look like little stick figure horses done in charcoal and white paint, and you see some ancient characters that, with difficulty, the learned amongst you can decode:
THIS IZ UNICORNS CAVE STAYOUT OR DYE
What do you do?
Cinder, you get one hit, and combined with Dave's next roll of 8+2 or 3 and Brogg's 10 hp, Ponce the leader has been decimated.
Good rolling guys. Add three more unicorn horns to party treasure, and continue on your way.
...
You keep questing into the mountains, along little-used trails. Your path is hard and unforgiving. It is as if the gods themselves would test your resolve to, well, kill some unicorns. Here and there you find ancient dolmens, statues, testaments to ancient and angry gods left by unspeakable beastmen from the dawn of time. Or you pass a giant cliff face, carved with hieroglyphs and runes that sages debate long into the night over the most minute of meanings. Perhaps they are meant as gifts... or warnings.
Eventually... uh oh, a sinkhole happens! You guys all fall 10 feet into a shallow underground river. Everyone make a save vs. BREATH WEAPON or take 1d6! I'll let each of you roll, but if you don't chime in, you'll just fail your save and take 5.
It is cold, wet, and dark. The light shines from above, revealing what appears to be an ancient tunnel. One beam of stray sunlight casts its rays upon the limestone walls, revealing strange scrawls! They look like little stick figure horses done in charcoal and white paint, and you see some ancient characters that, with difficulty, the learned amongst you can decode:
THIS IZ UNICORNS CAVE STAYOUT OR DYE
What do you do?
