by Flession » Fri Aug 04, 2023 10:30 pm
You finally make your way to the The Spawning Stone, an enigmatic marvel hidden amidst the shifting chaos of Limbo, stands as an enormous, curved boulder of blue-gray hue, akin to an immense, bent horseshoe flaring at each end. This colossal monolith exudes an aura of ancient power, a primordial symbol of life and creation. Its surface appears etched with faint, swirling patterns, reminiscent of the turbulent currents of Limbo itself. Surrounding the stone, chaotic waves and whirlpools undulate, giving birth to a symphony of vibrant colors and primal energies. For miles around, deadly acid fogs and poison gas clouds, favored by the death slaadi, ensure that the area remains uninhabitable to all but the most resilient creatures. The Spawning Stone, a nexus of power and mystery, is both the birthing ground of the slaadi and a legendary sanctuary in the ever-shifting expanse of Limbo.
As you stare out at a safe distance away from it all, your eyes catch a glimpse of something within the center of the area. Piles of food lie forth, spread out, yet none of them are eating. Even more curious, none of the Slaadi are mating(whether or not that was a a good thing to not see would depend on the person). There is a lone
death slaadi guarding everything, keeping a watchful eye over the food gathered around the center and, more specifically, what lies on top of it.
There in lies a humanoid of some kind, with bright golden skin, lying ever still and ignoring everything around it. He appears bound to the area, but is not struggling or doing anything. Before you can sit and discuss it, the black Slaadi roars loudly, and the Slaadi begin to move towards you. Were you seen or were you simply along the path they would take is something would have to contemplate later, as what looks like a rainbow of slimy skinned frogs started to rush towards you position.
Anyone who knows their stuff could tell you that this was the end of the investigation portion of the story.
You race your way back to Bob and manage to catch your breath for a few moments before the Slaadi that were chasing you follow you in, continuing to hunt you down. Your hearts pound in your chests as together you swove through the ever-shifting corridors, trying to shake off their relentless pursuers. With every step, the ground beneath them morphed and twisted, defying any sense of stability. The Slaadi's guttural roars and the chaotic maelstrom of Limbo's energies echoed all around, intensifying your sense of desperation.
As you desperately try to find a way out, the very fabric of the section you are in seemed to shudders and quake. Buildings and structures twist and collapse, eventually vanishing into nothingness inside of the wooden street corner sign, swallowed by the ever expanding gate of Limbo. The once-familiar paths became a nightmarish labyrinth of chaos, and the Slaadi's presence only served to add to the pandemonium.
In a race against time, you all pushed forward, the ground beneath cracking and crumbling with each step. Your nimble feet carries you with unwavering determination, but the Slaadi were closing in. In a final daring sprint, they reached the edge of the collapsing section, just as it began to tumble into the swirling void of Limbo. With a surge of adrenaline, the party swoved through the air, their hands reaching for anything solid they could grasp. One by one, they barely managed to clear the precipice, each member catching the others with swift reflexes. As they clung to the edge, their eyes widened in awe and fear as they witnessed the entire section of Xaos they had been in plummet into the maddening chaos of Limbo below.
The wooden sign began to shift over to another section of xAos, as more Slaadi ran out into the Outlands proper, charging out towards the other Gate-Towns and everything in between holding burlap sacks, of all things. Suddenly, as you make a sharp turn to avoid the rest, a hailstorm of cabbages begin to fall down next to you. As you're pelted by the leafy greens, the Slaadi begin to make a dive for it, some eating it while others begin to collect them into their bags and wander off into other sections of xaOs.
Thru the grace of whatever god or goddess you may worship, you swove your way to the exit of the area you entered from, it thankfully not yet having been moved or changed. The jade being pressed against the doorway and the gate opens up once more. Your halfling friend motions you all to leave, and as the last of you enter, she stays behind. She had to get the rest of story, after all.
Hopefully it'd not cost her too much to get it.
Their escape had been so close, their lives hanging in the balance. You stared down into the abyss, filled with both relief and awe at the sheer unpredictability and danger of Limbo. The familiar safety of the Inn you had just left what felt like a hour ago and changed very slightly, indicating that several hours and past from what you felt like such a short time. Peak drew ever close and the noises of a full tavern echoed above you from the basement as the portal closes behind you, the light of the torches underneath you taking over from the green-hue of the portal that had shown brightly a few moments ago.
You finally make your way to the The Spawning Stone, an enigmatic marvel hidden amidst the shifting chaos of Limbo, stands as an enormous, curved boulder of blue-gray hue, akin to an immense, bent horseshoe flaring at each end. This colossal monolith exudes an aura of ancient power, a primordial symbol of life and creation. Its surface appears etched with faint, swirling patterns, reminiscent of the turbulent currents of Limbo itself. Surrounding the stone, chaotic waves and whirlpools undulate, giving birth to a symphony of vibrant colors and primal energies. For miles around, deadly acid fogs and poison gas clouds, favored by the death slaadi, ensure that the area remains uninhabitable to all but the most resilient creatures. The Spawning Stone, a nexus of power and mystery, is both the birthing ground of the slaadi and a legendary sanctuary in the ever-shifting expanse of Limbo.
As you stare out at a safe distance away from it all, your eyes catch a glimpse of something within the center of the area. Piles of food lie forth, spread out, yet none of them are eating. Even more curious, none of the Slaadi are mating(whether or not that was a a good thing to not see would depend on the person). There is a lone [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/636/446/large/alisdair-mcinnes-death-slax.jpg?1485192496] death slaadi[/url] guarding everything, keeping a watchful eye over the food gathered around the center and, more specifically, what lies on top of it.
There in lies a humanoid of some kind, with bright golden skin, lying ever still and ignoring everything around it. He appears bound to the area, but is not struggling or doing anything. Before you can sit and discuss it, the black Slaadi roars loudly, and the Slaadi begin to move towards you. Were you seen or were you simply along the path they would take is something would have to contemplate later, as what looks like a rainbow of slimy skinned frogs started to rush towards you position.
Anyone who knows their stuff could tell you that this was the end of the investigation portion of the story.
You race your way back to Bob and manage to catch your breath for a few moments before the Slaadi that were chasing you follow you in, continuing to hunt you down. Your hearts pound in your chests as together you swove through the ever-shifting corridors, trying to shake off their relentless pursuers. With every step, the ground beneath them morphed and twisted, defying any sense of stability. The Slaadi's guttural roars and the chaotic maelstrom of Limbo's energies echoed all around, intensifying your sense of desperation.
As you desperately try to find a way out, the very fabric of the section you are in seemed to shudders and quake. Buildings and structures twist and collapse, eventually vanishing into nothingness inside of the wooden street corner sign, swallowed by the ever expanding gate of Limbo. The once-familiar paths became a nightmarish labyrinth of chaos, and the Slaadi's presence only served to add to the pandemonium.
In a race against time, you all pushed forward, the ground beneath cracking and crumbling with each step. Your nimble feet carries you with unwavering determination, but the Slaadi were closing in. In a final daring sprint, they reached the edge of the collapsing section, just as it began to tumble into the swirling void of Limbo. With a surge of adrenaline, the party swoved through the air, their hands reaching for anything solid they could grasp. One by one, they barely managed to clear the precipice, each member catching the others with swift reflexes. As they clung to the edge, their eyes widened in awe and fear as they witnessed the entire section of Xaos they had been in plummet into the maddening chaos of Limbo below.
The wooden sign began to shift over to another section of xAos, as more Slaadi ran out into the Outlands proper, charging out towards the other Gate-Towns and everything in between holding burlap sacks, of all things. Suddenly, as you make a sharp turn to avoid the rest, a hailstorm of cabbages begin to fall down next to you. As you're pelted by the leafy greens, the Slaadi begin to make a dive for it, some eating it while others begin to collect them into their bags and wander off into other sections of xaOs.
Thru the grace of whatever god or goddess you may worship, you swove your way to the exit of the area you entered from, it thankfully not yet having been moved or changed. The jade being pressed against the doorway and the gate opens up once more. Your halfling friend motions you all to leave, and as the last of you enter, she stays behind. She had to get the rest of story, after all.
Hopefully it'd not cost her too much to get it.
Their escape had been so close, their lives hanging in the balance. You stared down into the abyss, filled with both relief and awe at the sheer unpredictability and danger of Limbo. The familiar safety of the Inn you had just left what felt like a hour ago and changed very slightly, indicating that several hours and past from what you felt like such a short time. Peak drew ever close and the noises of a full tavern echoed above you from the basement as the portal closes behind you, the light of the torches underneath you taking over from the green-hue of the portal that had shown brightly a few moments ago.