Knights of the Kitchen Table

Ok dus Sander's D&D 3.5 campaign is nu officieel tot een einde gekomen, maar helemaal tevreden kon ik niet zijn. Vincent had zo'n mooie kans om de macht te grijpen en de samen met mij het continent te regeren, maar juist op dat moment heeft hij gewetens problemen. Bij deze dus, hoe het had moeten gaan.

Ryld sat on the throne of the Sotho, having been disguised by Calina as to look exactly like the human form of the now dead Deep Dragon. "Bring me my generals!" he commanded. The servants in the throne room scurried off, hurrying to please their Lord.

Ryld turned to Calina, who had cast a spell to appear as a female Drow. "Are you with me?" he asked her.

"You know I am, my Lord." she answered.

"Calina has turned out quite nicely." Ryld thought by himself. Ever since he had his servant implant the orb inside her beneath the Tower of Water, she had slowely but surely begun her descent into darkness. And now, she was his to command.

His generals came running into the room, some appearing out of breath as if they had run like mad in order to not be the last to enter.

"I want a full status report!" Ryld demanded.

"But sir, it's a holiday. Why would you want a status report now?" one of the generals asked.

Ryld snapped his fingers, and from behind him a brilliant multi-coloured beam shoot out towards the general. Calina's prismatic ray had hit target. Where the general had stood, now nothing but a statue remained.

"Anyone else have a problem?" Ryld asked, smiling at the gathered drow in front of him. None made a sound. He continued.

"Fine, then get a move on. And one more thing. There are a couple of intruders in the Sanctum Sanctorum. They have killed my pet dragon and I want them eliminated. Their heads are to be displayed on a pike to show what happens to those who choose to disobey me. And be careful, they are to be considered highly dangerous. Now go!"

The generals left the room, some looking stunned as to how a band of rebels had managed to infiltrate the most sacred place of the palace. Moments later, sounds of over a hundred soldiers could be heard moving towards the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"All has gone according to plan." Ryld thought. "And soon, the world will bow before me." He laughed madly.

For he was, had always been, and would always be, Ryld Sotho Tal Ker Fye-Laerel.

Ik daag de rest van de party uit een ander einde te bedenken, maar dit leek me wel grappig.