Toron wiped the sweat from his brow as he hopped back from the bolt he had been tightening on the large metal arm in front of him. Taking a long swig from his goblet he looked over his latest creation…a large suit of armor. The slime made his way behind a blast shield with a small remote as he thought to himself “here goes nothing” before pushing the small button on the little black box he held. As he pushed the button a series of clicks could be heard followed by a small hollow clank on the floor, and after waiting a few seconds to make sure it wasn’t going to explode he stuck his head out from behind the shield and saw that the suit of armor had compacted itself into a small box.
Continued from Part 1…
Once they reached the entrance to the sewers Algor and Merrick had to use their blades to pry the rusted gate to the sewers open… So much for Karnok sanitation doing their jobs right? They lit their torches and descended into the rank sewers. Sludge covered every surface, and the light of their torches made it glisten and appear to move constantly. The stink of the Sewage of thousands of people was almost too much to bear, but the prize at the end promised to be well worth dealing with the smells. Continue reading “Lore: The Lost Reliquary of Karnok Part 2:”
The moonlight glowed over the vast cemetery known as the Field of Tears as the soft hooting croak of a Frowl could be heard in the distance. Toron sat behind a Tombstone and looked over at Algor who was crouched in his heroic full body form next to a large stone cross. They had been in the cemetery for hours trying to lure an especially angry Banshee Spirit that had been terrorizing the nearby crossroads for weeks, and beyond the sounds of life all around them, Toron could hear none of the wails these creatures were known for. Suddenly the moon was obscured by clouds and a scream that would render a normal being to a quivering pile of fear echoed across the dark cemetery, and in the dark of the night, Toron could see the spectral form of the spirit floating towards their decoy slowly. Continue reading “Lore: The Lost Reliquary of Karnok Part 1: “
The dream is always the same. I’m in a village with a family, and I’m happy… so very happy. Until the Shocktroopers show up and pull me screaming from my home. I see my wife bleeding on the floor of our hut as they start for my son. I struggle, so one of them hits me with his shock baton…everything goes to black.
The Snow whipped around Prince Algor’s head as he pulled his fur vest closer to his (near frozen) body while ahead Toron was peering off in the distance through his spyglass. The old slime turned around “Well Al, it looks like we’re on the right track to the northern pass if we can chart this mountain trail …in a blizzard…with a squadron of Shocktroopers on our tai…” Algor cut Toron off mid sentence “ So basically easy breezy right buddy?” the Prince said with a smile as he blew into his cupped hands.
Continued from Part 4
The three days of Covenant meeting passed by rather quickly with the majority voting to extend The control of the Ondska Empire into Balmonway, but the minority had voted vehemently against the extension of power granted to the Imperator. The Warrior Queen of Balmonway herself made an impassioned speech against turning control of her lands to Ondska that had brought the opponents of the motion to a loud rumble of agreement. Votes as always were final however, and after the delegates had settled down the meeting of the Covenant was over. Continue reading “Lore: Evil Finds A Way: Part 5”
Continued from Part 5…
Toron and his party after four days travel had finally reached the edge of the Desert of Morose. The party consisted of Toron, Princess Ikari, Leera the Human Warrior, Grar a Gatonian Thief, Hepzibar a Reptalos Mage, and Montirk a Dwarvinian Paladin. The group stood in the shade provided by the trees of the Vallorian Jungle (which bordered the desert) getting ready to start their journey through the sand. Continue reading “Lore: The Search for Algor Chapter 6:”
Contuinued from part 3…
The trail of steam billowing behind the Doom Buggies and the faint wisps of energy dissipating slowly from Kandross‘ jet pack formed a strange sight as the gang of villains crossed the Inari Grasslands. As they crested a large hill they saw below them a quaint farm bustling with the usual activity of any number of farms dotting the Grasslands. General Skale shouted “halt!” as the Shocktoopers controlling the Doom Buggies activated the braking systems with a loud hiss. Skale turned to Kandross with a grin” Let’s give you a proper welcome to the Baron’s forces my friend” as he said this he signaled the two Doom Buggies forward. Continue reading “Lore: Evil finds a way: Part 4”
Several delicate instruments on his workbench suddenly became airborne as the heavy wooden door to Toron’s laboratory burst open without warning. The old slime had just installed that lock, which now lay in pieces on the floor. He sighed, then turned slowly to see an out-of-breath Slime Knight standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Lieutenant Globar. What can I do for you?”, Toron fumed. “Toron…we have a…I mean, there’s a…well, you better come outside!”
Continued from part 2…
Boshak’s thoughts were far away as the clouds of Jalldoon flew by the porthole of Dracktholme’s Sky Yacht. As he absentmindedly clinked the ice in his empty glass the Shocktrooper assigned to the bar cart rushed over and refilled the glass with chilled Glowberry Brandy. Taking a long sip, the Slime winced at the crackle of static coming from the loudspeaker as the captain made his announcement “Prepare for landing at Crown Isle” the static resumed before the channel was closed. Continue reading “Lore: Evil finds a way: Part 3”
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The portal crackled around him as Kandross stepped out of the hole in the solid rock he had been magically pushed through, and as the portal closed behind him he knew the “Gods” were watching. Let them watch he thought, they wouldn’t be able to stop him…no one could except this damn Planet. Continue reading “Lore: Evil finds a way: Part 2 “
The sun was shining above Hawkstorm Keep, and the creatures of Frogmire Marsh buzzed all around as the Slime Knights trained in the walled off courtyard, but inside the small castle, the air itself seemed to be somber as Prince Algor and Toron prepared for a journey to the Lair of the Slime Elder Magi. After their encounter with Quazarec in Bakurados Bay, the two Slimes had plenty of time to talk on the return trip, and Toron had told Algor EVERYTHING…The darkness inside Algor, his questions about the Magi, and the strange Skeleton Idols. Algor had a lot of questions, but Toron had little answers so they decided to pay a visit to Magi.