Game Posts- Third Person

Here is a sample of my game posts.  Each one got a title, much like starting a thread on any messageboard.  This is the recap of the first game I had played in an 1e forum.  Those who play D&D will understand that terminology.  The setting was created by Ed Greedwood (good author of many books BTW) called Forgotten Realms.  Yeah, that Drizzt place.

Enjoy or cringe as you read this. I did not go through for my retarded mistakes previously mentioned.

 

CLUCK SAYS THE CHICKEN

Kastil stifled a yawn, the journey to Crossergate more than he expected or perhaps it was the fact he lived in the comforts of a city for too long.  His sultry Sunite had confronted him at the edge of Neverwinter, his pack obviously showing his exit from the city.  Her hug engulfed him and her softness reminded him very much of his dear Lily.  If only their parting had not been so strained. With the distance he shared with Lily, his heart somehow felt hollow inside as if part of him had died when he realized he wasn’t going home anytime soon.  He silently hoped she would wait for his return but knew he might have to deal with losing her.  Lily deserved to have someone who could be there for her, not a man who sought adventure in the unknown.  Not that Kastil had much of a choice with his current predicament.

A motherly kiss, if a Sunite even had knowledge of such things, pressed against his cheek.  Whispered words of thanks brushed against his ear and he blushed, her voice like a velvety cloak cascading over him.

“Tis nothing, Angel.”  He said, for the first time calling her by her name instead of ‘priestess’.  “I’ve taken a job that leads me to Crossergate but if you have need of my services, send a missive and I shall reply when I am able.”  Her fiery hair smelled of honeysuckle and lilies and Kastil squeezed her back for just one more whiff.  She reminded him of his own shortcomings.  Fretting over the simplest of things and not following what you know is right.  Both of them were stronger than they played themselves to be.  He thought about asking a favor of the lovely Sunite, to send word to his fair Lily of his well being but dismissed it.  While Kastil had taken pleasure in some of the other ladies employed by Gondalim’s, Lily alone held his love and having someone of Angel’s exceptional beauty deliver his heartfelt words would only complicate matters.  As Angel bounded away, her outfit misplaced enough to make Kastil swing around and walk stiffly out of Neverwinter, Kastil smiled.  Hopefully Angel found the right path for her.

Finding the others who had been sent on this quest was easy.  Kastil merely followed the mistrusting stares and trailed over to the table the town folk avoided like the plague.  He listened in, noting the members assembled.  A man named Dolen asked all what they had to offer to this mission and Kastil hesitated a moment.  What could he say to the man?  By the looks he was one of the righteous and blurting out he had skill in strafing where one shouldn’t would not bode well.  Kastil never did consider himself a common thief.  Stealing without cause would send his mother spinning in the afterlife.  He delicately chose his words.

His skills were dependant on the situation he was thrust into, having no talent for the arcane arts and Kastil had not one pleasant experience with people of faiths that he could recall.  Strategically speaking, it was not wise to go running full force into a foe.  If someone was threatening your person, it was best to proceed with caution.  Tis what keeps one alive and breathing in Kastil’s eye.  By the look on Dolen’s face, he held his thoughts to himself and asked Kastil to be his second.  Taking this task thrust Kastil into responsibility and though it was not something he was not unfamiliar with, doubt still crept into his mind.  He accepted nonetheless.

Dolen took the daunting task of procuring the information regarding the goblins from one Councilman Baur at the Melodious Harpy.  Once the Councilman had the chance to check the rest of the group out, they head out in search of a place with three large oaks and not much else.  It was fallowed ground.  Kastil praised Tymora when the idea of riding horses fell on deaf ears.  He had often heard goblins found horsemeat quite tasty and had no desire to harm his backside as he had done coming to Crossergate.

The air brushed lightly against Kastil’s face, giving him a sense of calm.  He thought idly to himself how well the group seemed to mesh together, each knowing their prospective roles and agreeing on how to divide what they found in a fair manner.  He remembered often hearing the grumbled murmurs of others about greed weighing heavily on the shoulders of some.  He saw it not with this group.

Stretched out on the road ahead loomed a triangle of trees.  Not a peep came from the local wildlife, furthering the hesitation of the quest but Dolen emulated strength.  His god-given talent of staving out evil rippled ahead, pinpointing an area by one oak.  Kastil squinted, finding something not quite right in the scenery.  Edging closer, he found a hole not more than a foot wide.  Good size for a goblin, not so good for them.  Kastil remembered the words on the town fearing the return of a notorious thief named Raven.  He had voiced his opinion on that, maybe fearing a lynch mob if they found his own talent of getting into places you shouldn’t.  Why would a thief who vanished some years ago suddenly appear again and who is to say there isn’t a rhyme or reason to the articles recently stolen from the townsfolk?  Components to a bigger prize perhaps?

Kastil threw the thoughts aside as Lyn pointed out an irregularity on the ground.  Stones overturned and the earth disturbed.  Kastil bent down to check it at the party’s request, picking up a stone to examine it.  Feeling around on the ground, Kastil found a distinct outline and removed the dirt.  His fingers gently touched the trapdoor he had unearthed, fearing it some elaborate scheme to trick them into their deaths.  He moved off to the side, unable to bring himself the will to open it himself even after his investigation wrought no ill.  Dolen answered the unspoken plea and lifted the door up by its metal ring.

Weapons sang from their sheaths as the group descended down in the darkness below, the faint glow of torchlight below.  Kastil’s ears pricked and his eyes flew in all directions.  He’d been down in the jakes enough in Waterdeep to know it was best to keep on your toes at all times.  He took the lead, at Dolen’s request, and stopped at a cracked door.  Thoughts of devious goblins awaiting the group on the other side swam through his head and Kastil pursed his lips.  Being overly sensitive to his surroundings would only hinder his practiced talents.  With nothing shuffling or speaking on the other side of the door, Kastil opened it wide.  Silence, stairs, and a door greeted them all.

With Dolen’s attention taken by the stairs due his tingling paladin senses, Kastil turned to the door.  Responsibility weighed heavily in his mind, the words Dolen had used when they first met. Specialty.  Was he proud of his nimble fingers?  Not in ways most would think but why then did he feel a twinge of guilt as he studied the lock?  Kastil sighed.  He knew there was no way of hiding completely what he could do.  Removing the worn leather case, he set a few picks in motion and smiled as a soft click answered his call.  Opening the door, opportunity knocked.  On the far wall was a good-sized chest just calling to him.  Finding no lock and apparently no trap, Kastil gleefully opened the chest.  The grinding sound he heard gave him the time to utter one phrase while looking Lyn’s way.

“That can’t be good.”

Black sticky tar rained from the ceiling followed by the same snowy white feathers Lyn had plucked from the corners of the room.  Standing, trying vainly to wipe the gooey mess off, Kastil saw Lyn in the same predicament.  Snickers rose from everyone’s throat, including Kastil and Lyn.  With a wry grin, Kastil unfolded the only thing in the chest besides a single copper piece- a note.

SHAME ON YOU FOR BEING NOSY

 

Tymora’s justice this must be, Kastil mused.  The same kind of trick Kastil had used on Phalden come back to haunt him this must be.  Giving the laughing mage Rhanos a great hug to share the wealth of tar and feathers, Kastil realized the mess would be staying for quite some time; at least until a hot bath presented itself.  The jesting stopped when Dolen sensed evil, though faint, down the stairs.  It was time to get back to business.  Working like a well-oiled machine, everyone set to the task they were sent to do.  Dolen pointed the malevolent aura out to Rhanos and the spell flinger did his job, his voice reverberating off the walls.

Dolen braced himself against the wall, the only evidence of something amiss being a spear tip along a ledge, and Kastil used him to climb up.  Peering over the edge, hoping another spear would not greet him, Kastil gazed at the sleeping forms underneath burlap sacks.  Rhanos’ spell was a success.  Clambering up the rest of the way, Kastil told the others of what he saw before taking away the weapons of the sleeping goblins.  He tossed the rope ladder down, forgetting to tell the others of its location in his haste.  The miscommunication righted itself and Kastil’s brief moment of forgetfulness passed.  These goblins would be questioned not killed and were brought back to the room that turned Lyn and Kastil into walking talking chickens.

While Dolen stayed behind to keep watch, Kastil asked the others if anyone spoke goblin.  None were sure they did but Rhanos tried his best nonetheless.  All eyes fell on Kastil and he closed his eyes briefly.  It was worth a shot and he spoke the language that made his very skin crawl.  The goblin seemed frightened by his appearance and Kastil used it to his advantage.  Lyn reached down and removed the feathers from the goblin’s mouth and he attempted to bite the lass.  Nasty creatures, Kastil thought, and not worth common courtesy but they needed information.  By the reaction of the goblin, Kastil was sure the beast knew of what he spoke.  All he wanted was the leader’s name but the goblin refused to answer.  He poked the goblin as if testing whether he was the right size to eat.  It tried to squirm away.

Still the group looked on and Kastil felt backed into a corner.  He had preached the value of communication skills and the need to not just blindly kill but the goblin was proving his words to be false.  With no other option that he could think of, Kastil turned another goblin toward the first.  Taking his dagger, Kastil drew it across the first goblin’s throat, effectively killing him.  Evil creature or not, Kastil wished he did not have to resort to such barbaric tactics but the trick worked.  It took but a few moments for the second goblin to shriek out one word.

“Niloc!”

Whether it was the name of the leader, Kastil knew not but it was something.  Staring at the remaining goblins, Kastil rose.  If they expected him to finish off the rest, they were sadly mistaken.  If these creatures had attacked them, their death would not have mattered to Kastil.  The fact remained that the attack had been stopped and Kastil thought it well and good to leave them locked in this room with a mere threat.  His feathery state could possibly afford him the intimidation to quell any retaliation the other goblins might harbor.  Just as talking proved to bear fruit, perhaps this idea held merit as well.

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