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Post by joatmoniac on Jul 1, 2015 4:05:48 GMT
Another great podcast and another DM-Nastics. This one was a little bit harder to come up with as the podcast is a two-parter, and thinking of something we haven't done yet is a little difficult too. Thankfully though Morgan Jenkins directly provided the inspiration for this one. I figured that we could carry on the description that he started with: "The flow of the countryside around them changes and the tree lines recedes and then they hear the sound of church bells ahead." I thought that we could all work together to create a scene based off of that line. I don't want to give too much direction as I don't want to steer the ideas down any particular path. That way we can end up with a truly original and awesome scene. I'll start by adding: "The church bells are clearly audible, and are likely only a mile or more away. They ring for longer than simply telling the time, but there is no indication as to why they would ring for that long." It may be necessary to describe some amount of player choice to keep the flow going. If you think that is needed go ahead and add that before you continue with the scene. Pretty excited about this one because of how endless the possibilities are! Link to DM-Nastics Segment #16 |
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dmgrendel
Squire
Posts: 42 
Favorite D&D Class: Barbarian on the table, Cleric at heart
Favorite D&D Race: Orcs!
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Post by dmgrendel on Jul 1, 2015 21:48:33 GMT
"the rich, green countryside surrounding you is dotted with small farms, each barely more than a shed attached to a ramshackle barn. Despite their number, and the fast approaching harvest, the fields are empty. A mass of black birds rise out of a nearby field, leaving the ineffective scarecrow to guard the crops. Their raucous calls echo overhead, as they begin to circle ominously above you."
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Samuel Wise
Demigod
Ready to Help...
Posts: 989
Favorite D&D Class: Warlock
Favorite D&D Race: Mousefolk
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Post by Samuel Wise on Jul 1, 2015 22:25:14 GMT
This is beginning to sound like a text based game!:
"As you try to move the mud around your feet seems to slurp and gobble up your legs, like a sickening mouth. The bells no longer seems to ring for the time, but for some evil entity that has yet to walk upon the earth's surface. Over and over the bells bring splitting headaches over and over again. You want to scream, but your voice is drowned out by the crowing of Ravens and the swirling of wind. And the bells, tolling for doom".
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Post by frohtastic on Jul 2, 2015 4:01:36 GMT
>go north Edit: Couldnt help myself  "Each step through the mud moving you closer and closer to the blasted bells fills you with an increasing amount of dread as the shadows seems to flicker and move in the side of your sight, and whispers of what is there and yet-not gets increasingly louder and louder. You feel your heart beating in your ears, your blood surging with a sense of unease and a niggling in your mind begs you to begone from this place" |
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Post by dmmadmaxi on Jul 3, 2015 13:42:54 GMT
Stealing a line from one of my players and his background here:
". . .as you continue to trudge toward the small farming community you notice the fields lay empty and flaxen. Signaling the passing of autumn, and the onset of winter. With each step forward the ground makes a loud slurping sound and your feet grow heavier and damper. The sound of hastened church bells ringing in the distance sounds the alarm. As you quicken your pace through the thick goop like mud you can smell a heavy and smokey aroma, then a large dense black cloud creeps over the treetops. Your senses combine into a single scene which plays out in your mind. Danger. Forgoing your own personal safety, you charge forward. . ."
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Samuel Wise
Demigod
Ready to Help...
Posts: 989
Favorite D&D Class: Warlock
Favorite D&D Race: Mousefolk
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Post by Samuel Wise on Jul 3, 2015 16:10:14 GMT
I just know Cthulhu is going to pop out at any moment.
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Post by arnil on Aug 31, 2015 11:33:57 GMT
"You say ominously to yourself. As you approach the village ahead of you, the normal sights of life are gone. No children playing, no farmers selling their extra harvest, no one except the ringing bell and the man dressed in the yellow cloak. " dungeonsandtulu.wordpress.com/ |
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Post by DM_RULE on Dec 7, 2015 15:43:07 GMT
"Just the day before as you passed through the hamlet of Breete, you recieved word from your Aunt Hannahera that all was well in the village of Voonia. Now as the bell mournfully rings out through the village of Voonia, Aunt Hannahera is not to be found. The bells continue ring. Bong. Bong. Bong. The sound seems stretch with each bong as if time has slowed or the air has thickened so much the sound of the bell must wrestle with the air itself to be heard.
You see him now. The man in the yellow cloak; the hood pulled up, hiding the features of his face. Male? That feels wrong. This person (you are not sure you can even call it that) in the yellow cloak does not have any presense of femininity either. It's aura surrounds you and caresses in a fashion that is not wholly unwelcome but completely preternatural."
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