Post by DM Stretch on Jan 5, 2016 8:37:48 GMT
TLDR: A wood elven druid happens across a myconid kingdom that had absolutely no contact with the outside world. Due to a sewer pipe bursting, they had established a tiny kingdom within the confines of a Dwarven vault. The druid refused to stay as their god, instead slaying the myconid servants before bringing them back to life. The druid walked away with a few powerful items, making my players question my sanity, and when they were going to see more of these 'special' moments.
The cold dampness of the place send shivers down his spine. Being inside was never a favorite, underground less so for Lucaris. His ears betrayed his elven nature, but those were concealed under the wolf pelt he had adopted for a cloak, keeping his chill to minimum. He gripped his staff tightly, pressing the key he had selected for himself into the circular depression of the vault door. He had steeled his nerves within the Dwarven vaults, but little could prepare him for the stench that pervaded the chamber beyond. The vault doors yawned inwards, illuminated by the globe that hovered bare inches away from his right shoulder.
The smell of feces hit him like a mailed fist; suppressing a gag, he focused his attention on the diminuitive creatures that were slowly edging their way towards him, their crude implements at the ready. The room was twenty feet wide at the door, and stretched outward steadily for thirty feet, where it was thirty feet again wide at the end; the ceiling of the Dwarven vault was easily as high as it was wide at the entrance, leaving ample room for the piled fecal matter, from which phosphorescent mushrooms sprouted. The Six figures approaching him were vaguely mushroom shaped themselves, with tiny eye stalks that poked through small slits where their eyes would have been.
"Myconids" his druidic expertise told him.
A semblance of a voice rang clearly through the chamber as a would-be regal figure spoke from a throne-shaped dung heap.
"Who is it that breaches the world to illuminate us?" It demanded, it's voice a mixture of regality and awe.
"I am Lucaris of the Silverstar clan, and I am curious as to how you came to be here." Replied Lucaris. It proved impossible to try and hide his confusion in his voice, but that seemed to be lost on the 'king'.
"All hail Lucaris! Lord of the mushrooms!" The myconid rang his voice as loud as he was able,causing the six figures that were prodding Lucaris to 'kneel' in supplication.
"Be you curious about only one thing?" Inquired the king.
"I am curious of many things" replied Lucaris tentatively.
"All hail Lucaris, bi-curious lord of the mushrooms!" Hailed the myconid monarch.
What followed was the death (and rebirth) of the myconid servants by the hands of the wood elven druid. For his show of good like might, he was crowned the "omega and the alpha" by the mushroom people, gifting him with powerful items in his holy quest for the next paycheck.
The cold dampness of the place send shivers down his spine. Being inside was never a favorite, underground less so for Lucaris. His ears betrayed his elven nature, but those were concealed under the wolf pelt he had adopted for a cloak, keeping his chill to minimum. He gripped his staff tightly, pressing the key he had selected for himself into the circular depression of the vault door. He had steeled his nerves within the Dwarven vaults, but little could prepare him for the stench that pervaded the chamber beyond. The vault doors yawned inwards, illuminated by the globe that hovered bare inches away from his right shoulder.
The smell of feces hit him like a mailed fist; suppressing a gag, he focused his attention on the diminuitive creatures that were slowly edging their way towards him, their crude implements at the ready. The room was twenty feet wide at the door, and stretched outward steadily for thirty feet, where it was thirty feet again wide at the end; the ceiling of the Dwarven vault was easily as high as it was wide at the entrance, leaving ample room for the piled fecal matter, from which phosphorescent mushrooms sprouted. The Six figures approaching him were vaguely mushroom shaped themselves, with tiny eye stalks that poked through small slits where their eyes would have been.
"Myconids" his druidic expertise told him.
A semblance of a voice rang clearly through the chamber as a would-be regal figure spoke from a throne-shaped dung heap.
"Who is it that breaches the world to illuminate us?" It demanded, it's voice a mixture of regality and awe.
"I am Lucaris of the Silverstar clan, and I am curious as to how you came to be here." Replied Lucaris. It proved impossible to try and hide his confusion in his voice, but that seemed to be lost on the 'king'.
"All hail Lucaris! Lord of the mushrooms!" The myconid rang his voice as loud as he was able,causing the six figures that were prodding Lucaris to 'kneel' in supplication.
"Be you curious about only one thing?" Inquired the king.
"I am curious of many things" replied Lucaris tentatively.
"All hail Lucaris, bi-curious lord of the mushrooms!" Hailed the myconid monarch.
What followed was the death (and rebirth) of the myconid servants by the hands of the wood elven druid. For his show of good like might, he was crowned the "omega and the alpha" by the mushroom people, gifting him with powerful items in his holy quest for the next paycheck.