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Delith: The End.

Posted by Ron, The DMFor group 0
Ron, The DM
GM, 250 posts
Sun 30 Sep 2012
at 01:01
  • msg #1

Delith: The End


Your preparations have been made, the trolls are closing in and they begin to fan out.  They are about 5 minutes out, a little over 1/2 mile away.  Those with the magic site see the king fly ahead of the army staying about 70' from the ground.  He flies to about 150 feet of you.  He is as you remember him, a large black troll dressed from head to toe in a black armour that seems to mold to his body.  At his waist are 2 large swords, one with a large ruby in it's pommel the other a large sapphire.
   With your magic sight the king is surrounded by a strong magic aura.  The swords, his armour as well as himself is imbued with powerful magics.  Rigel takes to the air and hovers above you, the troll king smiles his large white fangs protruding.  He looks toward you and speaks.

"I remember you my DEAR FRIENDS" said with an acidic tone.  "I remember you well.  But you will wish we never met, that you never dared to challenge me.  I also see you have some new friends and Tiny is here too."  as he points at Shorty.  "And of course you have a dragon.  How predictable, different color I see, very nice."  He reaches out his hand and there is a fist size orb in it.  Rigel begins to flap backwards but goes nowhere, seemingly held in place.  The a beam of white erupts form the orb and it seems as if Rigel get's sucked in.

"That takes care of that.  Leave this crater or I'll make it your graves.  At least you thought ahead to bring your own grave digger."  he motions at Joe.


Actions?

--DM2
Shorty
player, 155 posts
Sun 30 Sep 2012
at 02:19
  • msg #2

Re: Delith: The End

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 1):

Shorty looks up at the troll king and smiles.  "Fat King singin same song as last times.  You come in pertendin be scary.  Den youse runs away like little baby ogre.  Be all growlin an no fightin.  Youse say me goona be dead ogre las times an me still be here.  Las time you brings magic troll and dem all dead.  Shorty still be smiles and happy.  Me things youse just be wind bag.  Dis times you send silly magic trolls afore you and dem all dead cept fer troll dat runs jus likes youse does."

Shorty rises up about 10 feet off the ground.  "Hows come makin Shorty wait?  Youse gonna run way gin cause Shorty gonna spank gin?  I bets you nots want all trolls wid you see you be scairt.  How bouts me sing song fer youse."

Shorty raises his voice for all to hear.

You be da King
for youse I sing
all hear me says
youse be bery fraid
Youse talk to much too
but can'ts fights good as poo
Youse be such a scairt felly
Youse be so very smelly!"

Shorty raises his black marble sword and grins.  "Me Mudder tells me dat songs an eben her fights better den king."
Ron, The DM
GM, 251 posts
Mon 1 Oct 2012
at 21:36
  • msg #3

Re: Delith: The End

In reply to Shorty (msg # 2):

Troll King: "Someone taught you how to speak, that's grand and there does seem to be magic in the area, what a nice surprise.  There is only leaving this battle dead or victorious.  I just come as an initial courtesy I will bring my army and my Son momentarily.  Any other final words?"  He makes a hand and arm motion in the air but it does not appear to be a spell.

--DM2
Shorty
player, 156 posts
Tue 2 Oct 2012
at 00:16
  • msg #4

Re: Delith: The End

Shorty simply shakes his head and smiles.  He then raises his voice loud enough to be heard  by both armies.  "So little King need army to fights jus 1 tiny ogre?  Cants fights me by self?  Needs son to fights?  Bet dat be same little boy runs way wid face hiddin?  Lets Shorty kills mage so him ken gets away n hids in backs of daddy king?  Him be libin cause his run scairt likes king runs scairt."

 Shorty rises another 20 feet in the air and waves his swords in invitation for the king to come and play.
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