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Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
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Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
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Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
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Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
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#66
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
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#67
Stories and AARs / Re: Thurazur's Field Notes
Last post by Son of the King - January 22, 2026, 10:35:27 PMWith this entry I'm halfway through the notes I have, and we're playing again in a couple of weeks. I really need to increase the rate at which I'm writing these.
A Dragon Egg
Right on cue, a not-distant-enough roar echoed up from the tunnel next to the chest. We looked at each other.
"I think we need to renegotiate our fee again."
Steeling ourselves, we pressed onwards, filled with trepidation as we headed into the darkness of the tunnel. As we went deeper, the stench of rotting fish met our nostrils as the cave became more damp and another roar echoed out of the darkness.
At length the tunnel opened out into a cavernous chamber, filled with huge mushrooms. Elderberry stepped forward, hand raised as she communed with the fungus. She called back to us with what she'd learnt; the beast is a dragon, it breathes out poisoned air, and is recently hatched. Another roar echoed around the chamber, it was definitely in the room somewhere.
This time Grug roared back, his eagerness to prove his prowess outweighing any fear he might have felt at first. I wasn't feeling so confident. I had heard villagers tell tales of dragons on my travels, folklore rather than experience, but the tales were never positive. Even the giants that made up the real focus of my researches seemed less intimidating. At least this one was only a hatchling.
As I contemplated what we were about to face, Clive called out.
"Right, lets have a look at it then!"
An orb of golden light left the gnome's hand, settling into the air above Elderberry as she stood in the room, away from us. At once there was another roar, and a maelstrom of green scales, bat-like wings, and razor-sharp claws dived through the air. The claws tore into Elderberry as she let out a horrified scream of pain and terror, as the creature knocked her to the floor, ripping with its ravenous teeth.
With a shout, Grug and I charged forward, weapons swinging. The wyrm deftly writhed away from the sweep of my halberd, and batted away Grug's sword with its claws. Behind us Clive sang, attempting to induce a magical sleep on the dragon. The creature simply roared. Elderberry lay motionless and silent at our feet.
An ethereal glow lit up behind us as Cynthia stepped into the room, her hand clutching a sacred symbol. A swarm of wasps materialised around the dragon, stinging it over and over. With another roar the beast leapt back into the air, swooping around to the back of the cave.
Crouching, I checked Elderberry. She seemed to be alive, though barely. I quickly fished in my bag for a potion, uncorking it and pouring it into her mouth. The potion worked its magic and her eyes flickered open, still horrified.
"Just hold on." I stood, and ran towards the dragon.
Clive's song changed, becoming darker and more ghostly, infused with the groaning of the undead. A twisted shard of void appeared around the dragon, sapping its life force. Cyn unleashed a lance of divine power straight at the creature as it dived down to meet a charging Grugnog. Sword blazing with flame, Grugnog slashed at the furious beast, his blows simply bouncing off the dragon's thick scales as it brought it's claws to bear.
The dragon gouged its claws into Grugnog, before following up by slamming it's tail into him. I tried to find an opening with my axe, failing as the dragon again wriggled out of the way of the swing. I raised my shield in anticipation of its strike.
It was at this point that Clive leapt into the melee. Jumping off Grug's back he managed to catch hold of the dragon's face and pull himself atop the scaly monstrosity. Frantically he fastened a net around the beast's mouth, before laying into the creature with punches as it tossed it's head, trying to dislodge the gnome. Cynthia took advantage of the distraction, grinning with the delight of battle as she savoured the sting of the blow she managed to land.
On the other side, Grug swung his sword again, but again the dragon managed to squirm aside, effortlessly avoiding the blows. Its retribution was terrible, raking claws into Grug once more as its scaly tail pounded into us both again, the dragon roaring and raging through the net as it did so. I lashed out in return, hammering my axe fruitlessly against the scales.
Now a blast of cold came from behind us, Elderberry had let off a powerful frostbite spell which shivered the dragon. Ice formed on its scaly body, and now its roar had a hint of fear as the ice thawed, and a scale fell from its front.
Leaping from the dragon, Clive launched a volley of needle darts right into the gap, as Cynthia's wasps returned. The insects followed the darts in, and the dragon reared up trying to escape the stinging.
Grug took a moment to steady himself, sensing that this moment was his chance. He plunged his sword into the gap in the scales as the dragon shrieked. Grug roared in triumph, pulling out the sword and bringing it crashing down onto the stricken beast's tail, before slashing up the dragon's back as it collapsed in a heap at our feet.
Field Notes - Page 9
A Dragon Egg
Right on cue, a not-distant-enough roar echoed up from the tunnel next to the chest. We looked at each other.
"I think we need to renegotiate our fee again."
Steeling ourselves, we pressed onwards, filled with trepidation as we headed into the darkness of the tunnel. As we went deeper, the stench of rotting fish met our nostrils as the cave became more damp and another roar echoed out of the darkness.
At length the tunnel opened out into a cavernous chamber, filled with huge mushrooms. Elderberry stepped forward, hand raised as she communed with the fungus. She called back to us with what she'd learnt; the beast is a dragon, it breathes out poisoned air, and is recently hatched. Another roar echoed around the chamber, it was definitely in the room somewhere.
This time Grug roared back, his eagerness to prove his prowess outweighing any fear he might have felt at first. I wasn't feeling so confident. I had heard villagers tell tales of dragons on my travels, folklore rather than experience, but the tales were never positive. Even the giants that made up the real focus of my researches seemed less intimidating. At least this one was only a hatchling.
As I contemplated what we were about to face, Clive called out.
"Right, lets have a look at it then!"
An orb of golden light left the gnome's hand, settling into the air above Elderberry as she stood in the room, away from us. At once there was another roar, and a maelstrom of green scales, bat-like wings, and razor-sharp claws dived through the air. The claws tore into Elderberry as she let out a horrified scream of pain and terror, as the creature knocked her to the floor, ripping with its ravenous teeth.
With a shout, Grug and I charged forward, weapons swinging. The wyrm deftly writhed away from the sweep of my halberd, and batted away Grug's sword with its claws. Behind us Clive sang, attempting to induce a magical sleep on the dragon. The creature simply roared. Elderberry lay motionless and silent at our feet.
An ethereal glow lit up behind us as Cynthia stepped into the room, her hand clutching a sacred symbol. A swarm of wasps materialised around the dragon, stinging it over and over. With another roar the beast leapt back into the air, swooping around to the back of the cave.
Crouching, I checked Elderberry. She seemed to be alive, though barely. I quickly fished in my bag for a potion, uncorking it and pouring it into her mouth. The potion worked its magic and her eyes flickered open, still horrified.
"Just hold on." I stood, and ran towards the dragon.
Clive's song changed, becoming darker and more ghostly, infused with the groaning of the undead. A twisted shard of void appeared around the dragon, sapping its life force. Cyn unleashed a lance of divine power straight at the creature as it dived down to meet a charging Grugnog. Sword blazing with flame, Grugnog slashed at the furious beast, his blows simply bouncing off the dragon's thick scales as it brought it's claws to bear.
The dragon gouged its claws into Grugnog, before following up by slamming it's tail into him. I tried to find an opening with my axe, failing as the dragon again wriggled out of the way of the swing. I raised my shield in anticipation of its strike.
It was at this point that Clive leapt into the melee. Jumping off Grug's back he managed to catch hold of the dragon's face and pull himself atop the scaly monstrosity. Frantically he fastened a net around the beast's mouth, before laying into the creature with punches as it tossed it's head, trying to dislodge the gnome. Cynthia took advantage of the distraction, grinning with the delight of battle as she savoured the sting of the blow she managed to land.
On the other side, Grug swung his sword again, but again the dragon managed to squirm aside, effortlessly avoiding the blows. Its retribution was terrible, raking claws into Grug once more as its scaly tail pounded into us both again, the dragon roaring and raging through the net as it did so. I lashed out in return, hammering my axe fruitlessly against the scales.
Now a blast of cold came from behind us, Elderberry had let off a powerful frostbite spell which shivered the dragon. Ice formed on its scaly body, and now its roar had a hint of fear as the ice thawed, and a scale fell from its front.
Leaping from the dragon, Clive launched a volley of needle darts right into the gap, as Cynthia's wasps returned. The insects followed the darts in, and the dragon reared up trying to escape the stinging.
Grug took a moment to steady himself, sensing that this moment was his chance. He plunged his sword into the gap in the scales as the dragon shrieked. Grug roared in triumph, pulling out the sword and bringing it crashing down onto the stricken beast's tail, before slashing up the dragon's back as it collapsed in a heap at our feet.
#68
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
Last post by Jubal - January 22, 2026, 09:49:25 PMStockade
#69
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
Last post by Son of the King - January 22, 2026, 09:42:02 PMBlockade
#70
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
Last post by Jubal - January 22, 2026, 09:41:28 PMCollonnade