Adventure was created using Reclvse by Jadra Games
The Vault At Time’s End
A Morgar Adventure
“An echo of something is calling to me in my dreams. Visions of a large vault somewhere unknown, closed off by chains dripping in magick, while a world ending storm shakes the world of anything still living. I try to approach the vault but it keeps getting farther and farther away from me. I wake up drenched in sweat."
Primary Quest: Find the vault from my nightmares. (Brutal: long term, dangerous, multi-stage objectives)
Secondary Quests: Clear the dungeon and rest for the night.
The skies finally dark, rain begins to pour down. Drops of water splash on Morgar's face, a more than welcome cooling from the endless heatwave that has been burning the flesh of anyone outside for more than a few minutes. The smell of fresh rain reminded him of childhood, what he could remember of it. Something else was in the air, smoke, somewhere nearby. Through the rainy haze Morgar followed the smell of the smoke to an old structure, which had been destroyed many moons ago. Claw marks, magickal burns, and sword slices on every surface he could see. It seemed abandoned, but the smoke smell was coming from right here. He moved some of the debris out of the way and found a small entrance that led down underground. Anything would be better than his heat, and there couldn’t be anything bigger than him down there.
As Morgar made his way down the collapsed stone steps, passing by large scratches etched into the stone walls, the air tinged with the smell of smoke, he could feel the air getting colder. It was a welcoming change of temperature, but something was wrong down here. Something filled the air with static, a sense of magick nearby.
At the bottom of the staircase was a long corridor extending out into the darkness of the dungeon. Near the bottom of the stairs was a single lit torch. Someone has been here. The floor covered in rubble, Morgar grabbed the torch off of the wall to light his way as he moved forward into the dungeon.
He entered a large rectangular room lit up only by the flickering of his torch light. Clouds of dust blew up in his face as he dropped his backpack on the floor. He held his breath as he was unsure if it was from stones or corpses. As he waved the flame near the walls he saw old chains attached to the floor and the walls, some with the skeletal remains of those left to die alone in the dark. Throughout the room were six large pillars that went floor to ceiling, each with different markings, perhaps some old magick long since forgotten. There were bookshelves thrown around the room leaving tomes and grimoires rotting on the dungeon floor. It was clear to Morgar that this place had once been used to study and experiment with schools of magick, on people.
Morgar was reaching the back of the room when he heard a sound, it was coming from behind him. With no way out of the room but back the way he came in, Morgar turned with his torch and saw a very large, wolf sized frog, its entire back covered in thorns, dripping some kind of liquid.
Morgar placed the torch down on a nearby dust covered table and pulled out his flail and began to move around the room. As the large frog moved in the firelight a face on the side of its head became visible. At first Morgar thought it was sticking out of the mouth of the creature, but as he looked longer, he noticed it was growing out of the side of the fog. The eyes were moving and it was smiling. Whispering things to the frog. Was this some kind of experiment gone wrong? What had this thing been eating to stay alive? This place seems long abandoned. Morgar thought to himself.
They circled each other in the room and then the frog lashed out its black tongue towards Morgar! Morgar quickly dodged and hid behind one of the large pillars in the room, and waited for the frog beast to come closer. Laughter from the head growing out of the side of the frog echoed through the room as Morgar heard the creature's webbed feet slapping closer, and closer. He began to spin his flail and then leaped out from behind the pillar and swung at the frog as hard as he could! The flail smashed down hard into the stone floor beside the frog and got stuck in the cracks. The laughter from the head became louder now as he began to taunt Morgar. “All that strength but no brains behind it!”
Morgar was frustrated and trying desperately to get his flail out of the floor, when the frog lashed its tongue out again, its feet stomping on the ground out of excitement. The tongue now flying towards Morgar who was now left standing out in the open, pulled with all his might on his flail as it became unstuck, throwing him backwards and spinning the chain around the frog's long black steaming tongue. Morgar pulled hard on the handle of his flail to tighten the chains around the tongue. Ear piercing shrieks were let out of the head, as the tongue lashed around the room, bashing the sharp ball at the end of the flail against the pillars, stone floor, and even the broken bookshelves.
Morgar had an idea, he let go of the flail, and moved around the far side of one of the pillars. He raised his right foot as high as it could go while screaming at the top of his lungs, and then stomped it down with all of his force. A shockwave was sent through the stones in a ripple towards the frog, and it lost its footing and fell to the floor.
Morgar quickly ran over, and picked up the flail and ran towards the frog ready to strike! Morgar's massive muscular arm swung with all of its force towards the head on the side of the frog, and impaled multiple spikes into it, breaking the skull, leaking black steaming blood on the dungeon floor. The frog, now barely alive, began to make gurgling noises, as it burped up and vomited a sticky black tar-like substance all over the room. Morgar quickly leaped up on top of a bookshelf to avoid stepping on any of it.
With his flail stuck in the side of the frog's head, all he had left were his fists. He tightened his hands until the bones grinded against each other, let out a scream that could be heard for miles, and jumped towards the frog's head. The frog half dead and not paying much attention simply stood still as Morgar ran both of his fists through the head and neck of the frog. Only stopping when his fists hit the stone floor. The frog's head fell forward onto the ground, as its body fell in a lump of flesh where it once stood.
Morgar’s body was covered in black blood that reeked of sickly decay. He stood up and walked over to where his flail was stuck in the head and ripped it out with one swift tug. God this place reeks, at least it's cold down here. Morgar inspected the spikes on the frogs' backs. They were slowly dripping out a black goo that smelled like a corpse soaking in lemon juice. I’m glad I didn’t land on one of those. He thought to himself.
Morgar found a small corner where the black liquid hadn’t reached and propped his backpack up as something soft to rest on until the next day.
Adventure was created using Reclvse by Jadra Games