(Thom’s follow-up email to our 12/2/12 game)
“Sounds likehis nachos are ready”
“Aye, jus’ intime too! Th’ sacred ale is chill’d ‘n wait’n.”
“It’ss not ssacredto uss, dwarf, jusst to your followerss.”
The robed Godshuffled easily back into the company of the others, laden with a large platterof hot crispy chips covered in melted cheese and a red sauce. He grinned at his companions, happy to shareyet another food they’d never experienced.
The host God,vTivo, master of time and vision, was content to wait for the others to settleback into their seats, and listen to the Traveler God finish his story of how he discoveredthese “nachos”. The funny thing aboutbeing a god of time is that it lent itself to infinite patience. A quality not shared by some of the others.
“So,” finishedMalark, “I hope you can enjoy these as much as I. And thank you all for coming from your ownPlanes to dine with me, and thank you Tivo for your hospitality.”
“Blah blah, let’sjust get yer Vision runnin’ agin, eh? That demon in the volcano battle was goin’ good.”
“Of course.” And Tivo gestured at the wall and the actionresumed.
“Do you haveany… fours?”
“HA!” repliedthe heroic orc, “Go Fish!”
The demongrimaced and reached for a card. Aseven.
Krrr eyed thedemon for a moment, and made an intimidation check… big success!
“Have a Seven?”
The demon,defeated, dropped the card back down.
“Hey, uh,guys? I think we’re supposed to be doingsomething else.”
The orc lookedaround, eyes adjusting to the scene. Slowly memory began to dawn on him…
“Wait, paussepleasse. Wass thiss where we leftoff? I’m hay-zee.”
“Ay, tha’ beme sacred ale havin it’s go at ye!”
“No problem, Ican do a quick playback.” And anotherGodly gesture.
Dandelus used his diplomacy andelemental relationships to have the lava elemental and other volcanic threatsstand down. Krr cajoled the spirit ofthe volcano to likewise back down. Thatleft the group with a few pesty demons between them and the portal to the demonplane.
Their quest was to seal therift. Malark couldn’t help but gloatwith pride at how responsible they were. None of the other God’s present had High Priests with suchpotential. Unless you counted Breaugh,Son of Gludorain, High Priest of Burdisson Twelvepack. He was certainly devoted to his mission ofintoxication.
Anyway, the group of five heroeswasted no time in dispatching the demons, except for the last two, inside therift with the orc.
“And whatabout that big demon, they were going to sstop it before it got the theprinccess?”
“That comeslater. After the part with the peacefulelves.”
“Oops, sorry,force of habit.”
“Let’s jus’see someotha highlights, eh? They’ve gotbigger lizards to fry! Ha ha!”
“As you wish”
Faradey, everat the ready, stayed focused on the rift as he discussed strategy with theothers. “He’ll probably come out anysecond all flashy, but if he doesn’t should we go in?”
Travis madehis thoughtful face before saying, “I’m not sure how the needle works, but Idon’t want to be in the rift when I close it up. That could be a bad thing.”
Before anymore debate could progress, Krr came bursting out of the hole, riding hiscarpet and dragging two demons along with him. Not stopping at the edge, the group shot out over the lava. Hamming up his stunt, the orc backflipped offthe rug, allowing the demons to tumble slowly to their fiery deaths as helanded back on the ledge. … and thenfell a bit further onto his backside.
“Oh, so close.”The ranger teased amid laughter.
Thevision blurred forward, then, passing Travis’ success at sealing thedimensional tear and the group porting back someplace safe. Skipping the good natured ribbing anddivinations to locate their target.
“Thatdivination was your work?”
“Why, yes,thank you for noticing. More salsa?”
Twomore days passed by and the heroes were standing ready on a seashore, a thickforest at their backs. Dandelus was thefirst to notice the ripples on the sea, still far from shore. But as the huge demons just began to breakthe water’s surface, two score elves emerged silently from the trees. Their spokesperson was a beautiful (as elvestend to be) female with long flowing hair.
“…-for everyone’s well being. I’m sure youwill respect our wishes.” She said.
“Wishesor no, the only route to well being is us killing those approaching demons,” saidthe partially diplomatic orc.
“Itold you they wouldn’t simply agree,” said a snarky elf.
“Evenif we did lay down our arms, those demons are not to be reasoned with. They will slay everything in their path. I ask you to leave, for your own safety.” Said the ranger, with evident frustration.
Thestoic Midik warrior kept silent, which everyone agreed was probably for thebest.
Bythis time the demons were out of the sea up to their armpits, and saw the groupclearly. They gave demonic smiles thatwere reserved for those rare moments before utter bloodshed.
Faradeypulled his bowstring tight, and Dandelus apologetically began to cast aspell. But neither elf finished hisaction before the peaceful elves began to sing. Their song instantly charmed all the listeners, even the demons withtheir high resistances. The heroeslowered their weapons, and the demons approached without incident.
“Sso,iss this what you had told me about your fellow, Malark?”
“Ah,well, yes. As you can see, he is intheir land, and must adhere to their ways as a guest. They approached him according to tradition,and made their beliefs clear. So evenwithout the song, he couldn’t initiate a conflict. That would be poor manners, you see.”“AAa! No fight’n? W’as the point?” “Well, eh, ‘spoiler alert’: there willbe a bit of blood. One of the mostentertaining moments I have seen in this quest.” “Then git to it.” “Very well.”