Anonymous ID: e41415 Dec. 16, 2018, 4:53 p.m. No.4340158   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0207

>>4340042

 

DAGON was the first creation out of the fissure between the ETHEREAL and ASTRAL planes of existence. Giving birth to the race of atrocities known as the ABOLETHS.

For every ABOLETH held all the knowledge and memories and experiences of each one another, even unto DAGON herself! A million years could go by, and an ABOLETH could remember with exact clarity every memory and piece of knowledge that it had learnedโ€ฆand each memory was shared throughout their race of dark, abhorrent, repulsive beings; searching to always enslave the weaker beings of creation!

The Angels in the beginning were slaves to the ABOLETHS and were the brute force that constructed the great ABOLETH cities and temples that existed within and infinite expanse of Ocean.

Anonymous ID: e41415 Dec. 16, 2018, 5:17 p.m. No.4340480   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0509 >>0524

Your characters come upon an abandoned upturned cart. The horses are gone, the wheels are splintered, and there is cargo strewn out upon the dirt of the King's Highway. Your party notices there are two bodies in brown robes lying amidst the strewn debris. What does your party want to do?

Anonymous ID: e41415 Dec. 16, 2018, 5:24 p.m. No.4340573   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>4340509

 

Your character digs in the strewn cargo to see what is there. You find ordinary clothing and a strange square cube.

The cube is about the size of two fists, and it seems to be inlaid with metallic gears and strange sparkling gems.

What is your next move, Anon?

Anonymous ID: e41415 Dec. 16, 2018, 5:30 p.m. No.4340660   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>4340524

 

Your drunken Elf Fighter/Wizard chugs a wineskin full of Elven Dew of the Mountains (a very powerful alcoholic elixir made from the blossoms of the undying frost trees of Aldergon). You feel the Dew course through your veins and you can't help yourself but to fire a Magic Missile at the Anon that is picking up the strange cube like object from the King's Highway.

The Cube flies in the air a galls about 10 yards away, however; the Anon that was investigating the Cube gives you an angry stare as your Magic Missile almost blew off his fingers.