Oct 23, 2008

Picture this...

...The party wends it's way throught the ancient dwarven citadel. Each step taking them deeper into the massive city. Ahead, in the distance, a dome of once white marble glows with an unnatural bluish fire. With each step forward, the air cools a fraction more - the cold of the grave. The weight of the curse hanging upon this once mighty place palpable to all...


...From the shadows, alleyways, and windows all around can be seen red glowing eyes...watching, and waiting. Long past feeling such trifles as the bone chilling cold and stale air... The party ascends a great stone stair at the base of the Thane's seat. The steps, and all the palace are coated in over an inch of blackish rime frost...


...Standing at the entrance to the throne room, a pair of enormous stone dwarves. The party pauses, unsure of what to do, when the statues slowly come to life, moving about, and pushing open the massive bronze doors...


...Within, seated on his once grand throne, sits what was once High Thane Kraelor Blackstone. Once regal and proud, he is now a twisted thing. Ice blue eyes glowing slightly, set within snow white flesh. Beardless, he sits tall in his black plate armor - Blackheart, his ancestral greataxe sits across his armored lap...


...Shadows abound in this unholy place, red eyes and sounds of movement betray the presence of many others in the courtiers boxes. The smell of death is faint, but definite...


...Tightening his gip on Blackheart, The once mighty king rises - the creak of dry old joints merging with the clatter of armor plates shifting about. "I am Lord Kraelor Blackstone...Why do you defile my city with your warmth?"...There is a sussuration of movement from the darkened galleries all around. "I assume you are here to deliver some kind of justice?" At that last word, a clatter erupts from the darkness to his left. A diffuse white glow illuminates what was once a shrine to Moradin, now merely a shattered anvil, whose hammer has apparently fallen to the ground...


..."Long have I been imprisoned here...trapped by my own blood, left to rot with my kin while my brother takes the blackstone name and barters it for trinkets and trollops. He left me here to die, did he tell you that? He fled in the night, and brought the mountain down on the gates. We that were left, were too sickened by the plague to dig our way out..." His eyes dim momentarily, as a single black tear slowly travels down his cheek. "Tell him we lived for a tenday, if you can call it living. WE ATE THE FLESH OF THE DEAD!" He roars. The susurrations pick up in volume...the words "feed" and "life" can now be heard, almost a chant...


..."No matter, now that the seals have been broken, I will tell him myself. Once I have feasted upon his life, I will pass on for Moradin's judgement, aye, to spit in his beard if I must. I only need to pass your foolish band to do so..." With that, he begins to slowly stalk forward, his axe at the ready - from all around there is nothing but hissing and dark promises...


Please allow me to introduce, LORD KRAELOR BLACKSTONE

His toadies will be mostly dwarven ghouls, and wights. The terrain will be slick with ice (1/2 move), and it should be good times for all! What say you?

4 comments:

Doctor Checkmate said...

I say bring it on!

Great stuff!

archmage45 said...

Nice!!

wyattsalazar said...

Very nice. I like that he can summon his own lackeys when he wants. Not something you see a lot outside of demons and pals in 4e.

Donny_the_Dm said...

Thanks guys!

The idea with the lackey summoning was to have a "trump card" if the party is doing too well. I also plan to have the 1hp minion creatures (starved and desperate ghouls) dropping down from the upper viewing boxes on the 2nd and 3rd floors.

I found that a steady stream of minions works MUCH better in terms of strategy and believability. It also encourages optimization, as they snowball if not factored in.

I was acyually planning on changing it to a recharge: 6. Cool themed bad guy, cool treasure, dwarven ghouls, what more could a party want?