In the waning days of the Apocalypse, the Witch Queen performed a ritual and great beam of light shattered the tallest mountain peak. The beam pierced a hole through reality and steadily grew as a massive horror watched and waited on the other side. It also sent occasional pulses of negative energy throughout the land that interfered with magic and technology, and siphoned energy from the living.
Deep within the mountain, the Dwarven Paladin Benaiah shattered the Witch's Orb, putting an end to the ritual. The portal closed and the mountain collapsed around him, but his sacrifice gave the heroes of Offtopic the opportunity to defeat the Witch Queen.
However, pockets of negative energy still linger in the areas surrounding the mountains, making travel difficult and having strange effects on flora, fauna, and the local inhabitants. This area is known as the Witchscar, and at it's edge, along an abandoned road deep within the woods, is where our journey begins...
[spoiler]Oh, you thought this would begin at my mansion? You fool! Also the Witchscar has totally existed since last Christmas... It's an adventure, just go with it!
Anyway, I'm gonna do stuffs differently this time around.
Firstly, I'm not setting aside a few hours to run things and shutting it all down after the fact. I'm gonna do that "respond as I can" thing and try to get everyone to the end. So feel free to ping me if I don't respond after awhile, but also don't ping me every 5 minutes. Bear with me, I'm juggling cats here!
Secondly, I use dice and 5e D&D stuffs so if you use them too, neat! If not, don't worry about it, I got little templates built for determining things like if you hit or get hit and a list of damage types, all based on descriptions of your things! Also hey, please describe your things.
Thirdly! I mostly planned for lone adventurers, but if you wanna run with a few others that's cool too. I'm adaptable.
I think that's all...I put far too much effort into this, hope everyone has fun![/spoiler]
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An odd figure walks boldly along the road that his companions had taken before him. His skin was gold and his skin was ash, divided down the middle and yet connected. He wore a mantle of gold and its weight was both upon his soul and his shoulders. For the mantle on his soul was stifling and liberating, giving new freedom to the lord of duality and giving bondage to him who put the mantle on. The burden was worth it, and he understood this, more so than the wizard who sought to understand it or the warrior who could not now be cared to wonder at it. Lord Vivec journeyed with spear in hand down the road.