Disclaimer: Ken of Melee does not own Dungeons & Dragons, it is
property of the Wizards of the Coast.
This story has been put together with help from the Version 3.5 Player's Handbook/Dungeon Master's Guide/Monster Manual set as well as Savage Species, Psionic Handbook, Deities & Demigods supplement books and the Dungeons & Dragons Website.
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Dungeons and Dragons: Fantasy Quest
Session One: The First Dungeon
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"Ugh... My head..." someone mumbled in the darkness.
A few scuffing sounds could be heard as someone got to his feet.
"Where am I?"he asked.
This unfortunate person is Jason. He stands about 5' 8" and is about 16 years old. Had sky-blue eyes and spikey blood red hair which was bound into a two foot long ponytail. He wore khaki pants with tennis shoes and black T-shirt. He wore a blue button-up short-sleeve shirt (unbuttoned) on top of this.
Jason was playing Dungeons & Dragons with his friends when he passed out. He didn't know why either.
Feeling around for something on the ground, he found a metal object. Feeling over the object he concluded it was-
"A torch?"
Not too close, tot the lamp, he discovered some flint and steel. Using it to light the torch, the torch illumated a roughly 20 foot radius around him. Looking around, he saw he was standing in what looked like an old hallway made from stone. Walking down the hallway, he looked around.
Bits of rubble littered the sides of the walls. Rotted wooden support beams could be seen as he walked along.
"What is this place?..." the teen wondered to himself.
Soon, Jason came across a wooden door. Like the supports in the hallway, it was rotted. Gently pushing the door, it opened slowly. He gasped at what he saw.
Orcs! Shivering with fright, Jason slowly backed away from the opened door. Making a quick count, Jason concluded that there were four.
One of them looked at the door and yelled something that Jason couldn't understand. All of the other orcs then looked over. With a club, one of the orcs charged at Jason. Dodging, Jason grabbed a piece of rubble and tossed it at the orc's head. The rock hit it's target, and Jason saw that the Orc was knocked out cold.
The other three orcs charged. The first two missed, colliding with the one that first tried to get Jason.
"AAH!!!!!"
The last one managed to get him in the arm with a rusty short sword.
Dropping the torch he held, he gripped the bleeding wound with his other hand, he breathed in short intervals, starting to hyperventilate.
The orcs turned around and went for the wounded teen. Rolling to the side, Jason barely managed to dodge them. Picking another piece of rubble with his unafflicted arm, he threw it at the orcs. He managed to scratch the arm of one of them.
The three turned around and charged again. This time, two of their clubs found their marks on the teen's shoulder and leg. The one with a sword had manged to create a nasty gash in his side.
Jason breathed deeply, bleeding prufusely from his wounds.
"Damnit..." he muttered under his breath.
Standing up with some difficulty, Jason held the torch in his hand and retreated back down the hall, hoping to outrun the orcs. He breathed heavily, and he hurt all over.
Jason heard the battlecries of the orcs which followed behind. He didn't spare a second to turn around and look. Cupping his free hand to his mouth he called out.
"HELP!!! SOMEONE, ANYONE!! HELP!!!"
Jason huffed and puffed as he ran as fast as he could. Eventully, he ran into another door. Opening it as fast as possible, he slammed it behind him and heard several thumps from the orcs impacting on the door.
Taking a quick look around, Jason saw he was in another hallway. Knowing the old door wouldn't hold long, the teen resumed his retreat from the monsters.
'What the hell is going on?! Where am I?! How did I get here?!' more and more questions flashed through his thoughts as he ran.
As Jason turned a left in the hallway, he heard the door behind him smash open and the orcs resumed their pursuit. The teen continued down, his breathing starting to become labored with his wounds.
Jason then enountered a split in the hallway, one went left, one went straight. Making a split decision, he took a left. After running down that passage, he came to a stone door. Opening it with some difficulty, he quickly got inside and shut the door behind him.
"Hopefully I lost those orcs..." the teen muttered to himself.
Turning around, he looked around the room.
Unlike the halls he had been in, this room looked well kept. The walls were stone with beautiful carvings on them, as was the floor. But something else in the room was diverting all of Jason's attention.
In the center of the ceiling, there was a hole, with sunlight shining through. The beam of light rested upon a sword inserted in a pedastal. Judging from it's size, it seemed to be a bastard sword. The steel glistened beautifully in the light. The hilt was a metallic blue color, with silver streakings. It was amazing.
Putting the now blown-out torch on the ground, Jason slowly walked up to the blade, taking in around him.
"I don't know how, or why," he spoke to himself, "but I have a feeling, that this belongs to me..."
Gripping the sword with both hands, he gave a mighty pull.
There was a great flash of light, and the sword was seperated from the pedestal. Then there was rumbling sound. Twisting around, Jason saw that the stone door was crumbling into the ground.
"What the?!" he wondered outloud.
After a few more seconds, a small pile of rubble was all that was left of the door. Jason stood still, waiting to see if anything else would happen. Calming down he noticed something. His wounds! They were gone! He checked himself all over, but couldn't find one bruise. He looked at the sword in his hands.
'Did this sword do it?' he wondered.
His thoughts were interupted by heavy pit-patting of boots in the halls. Slowly moving into the hallway, he saw that the noise had attracted attention.
About twenty orcs had gathered at the other end, brandishing clubs, torchs and swords. One of the orcs which seemed to be in charge yelled soemthing in that same language Jason couldn't comprehend, and the orcs advanced on him.
Eyes wide with fear, the teen backed up until his heels hit the rubble. He was trapped!
'Damnit, I need to do something!' the teen thought as he gritted his teeth.
The orcs slowly closed in, and Jason's veins coursed with adrenaline, enhancing his fear. Then he felt something. His fear was washed away by a new wave of courage. He swung the sword into a battle stance, spreading his legs. His eyes gained a sharp, piercing glare.
"Stand down, I don't want meaningless bloodshed!" he spoke in a commanding tone.
The orcs seemed taken aback. This strangely dressed human who was cowering before them now seemed to have flipped personalities.
'Wait a minute, did I just say that?!' Jason exclaimed in his head. 'Well, too late to back out now.'
The orcs now readied themselves and charged with a battlecry. Jason charged forward as well.
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the teen yelled.
Soon he came in contact into battle range of the orcs. Dodging swinging torchs, slashing blades and bludgeoning clubs, Jason moved masterfully. Stabbing an Orc in the torso, he twisted around and gave another orc a large gash across it's leg. Ducking to avoid a club, Jason quickly kicked back up onto his feet and spun around in a circle, slashing several orcs in a close radius to him. He looked around himself. All the orcs were too wounded to get up or were knocked out.
Jason's eyes lost their piercing gaze and he began breathing with some difficulty. His eyes were wide in awe at what he had just done.
'How?... How did I do that?...' he wondered.
Jason leaned against the wall, feeling very tired. He grabbed a torch from one of the unconcious orcs and wandered down the hall his sword tucked into his belt.
'I hope, there aren't any more monsters here. But, how did I get here? How is it I'm taking all this so lightly? How is it I was able to defeat those orcs?'
Multiple questions cycled through his head, all unanswered.
Jason stopped.
'Did I just hear something?'
Moving down the hallway, he began to identify the sound he was hearing a voices. His curiosity fueled him, and he began a fast walk as he tried to track the voices. Soon, he came upon a wooden door. He heard muffled yells coming through the door. From the sound of it, there were about three people in there. Pushing the door open, he looked inside.
The room was half taken up by a large cage. The occupants consisted of a halfling, a half-elf and a man. And they were arguing.
"MY FAULT!? Now you listen, if you hadn't dropped that stupid lute, I could have been able to sneak past those orcs!" the man yelled at the halfling.
"Hey, you're the one who's supposed to 'move like a shadow' you idiot! Besides, Thamior doesn't exactly have a good excuse either." The halfling said pointing at the half-elf.
"Pardon me? You forced me to use my magic too much before we reached this place! If you had just tried taking care of those orcs outside yourself instead of making me use magic missiles to distract them, I could have blown them away!"
Jason leaned against the wall, covering his mouth, trying not to laugh.
'Well it looks like these guys were captured by the orcs' the teen thought to himself.
Taking a quick glance around the room, he saw that there was a key on a hook on the wall.
'Man, orcs are stupider than I thought.'
Quietly, Jason walked over to the key and retrieved it. Then he walked over to the cage (with it's occupants still arguing) and unlocked the door. Clasping the bars, he yanked it open, causing a large crashing noise as the door hit the cage wall.
The three stopped bickering and looked out finally noticing the human who had just opened up their prison. There was a slightly comical silence.
"What are you staring at? Don't you know a jailbreak when you see one?" Jason asked jokingly.
The other three blinked a few more times before coming to their senses.
"Right you are. I thank ye' laddie." The halfling said.
"What happened to the orcs?" the half-elf asked, getting out.
"Knocked out." Jason answered simply.
The man walked over to a sack in the corner of the room and opened it, revealing weapons. Pulling out the contents, he handed them to their respectful owners.
"Well, thanks kid. I'm Derrik." The man introduced.
"Thamior is my name." The half-elf said.
"I be' known as Garret." The halfling spoke as he took a lute from Derrik.
'No point in telling a lie...' Jason thought "My name is-"
Jason was interrupted by a large rumbling. The entire room was shaking, with bits of dust falling from from the ceiling.
"Later kid! We need to get outta here!" Derrik said with urgency.
They ran through the door, Jason not too far behind. Looking both ways down the corridor, Garret got a nervous look.
"Does anyone remember the way to the entrance?" the halfling asked in a panicy voice.
Jason felt that same surge he felt when he fought the orcs.
"Follow me!" he commanded.
Taking off down the hall, the three followed him.
"Are you sure he knows the way out?" Thamior asked.
"No, but we don't the way out. I'd rather have directions than get lost and crushed." Derrik answered.
Jason ran to multiple intersections, dodging falling rubble and making sure that the three others were close behind.
'Strange. I feel like I know this like the back of my hand...' the teen thought to himself
For about a minute they ran, Jason always taking an immediate turn at every intersection. Soon they saw a open space of natural light. They had found the exit! Dodging another piece of falling rubble, Jason charge through and found himself outside. The other three came out right behind him as the entrance collapsed.
Jason felt tired again as he sat himself down on a rock. The others breathed with labor just as Jason did and sat on the grass.
"Hey kid," Derrik asked "What did you say your name was?"
"Jason, my name is Jason." The teen responded with a smile.
End Session-
Jason gained: Bastard Sword
Derrik the Human Rogue, Thamior the Half-Elven Sorceror, and Garret the Halfling Bard have joined Jason.
Like it? Hate it? Anyway, please review. Remember, Reviews = Motivation
This story has been put together with help from the Version 3.5 Player's Handbook/Dungeon Master's Guide/Monster Manual set as well as Savage Species, Psionic Handbook, Deities & Demigods supplement books and the Dungeons & Dragons Website.
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Dungeons and Dragons: Fantasy Quest
Session One: The First Dungeon
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"Ugh... My head..." someone mumbled in the darkness.
A few scuffing sounds could be heard as someone got to his feet.
"Where am I?"he asked.
This unfortunate person is Jason. He stands about 5' 8" and is about 16 years old. Had sky-blue eyes and spikey blood red hair which was bound into a two foot long ponytail. He wore khaki pants with tennis shoes and black T-shirt. He wore a blue button-up short-sleeve shirt (unbuttoned) on top of this.
Jason was playing Dungeons & Dragons with his friends when he passed out. He didn't know why either.
Feeling around for something on the ground, he found a metal object. Feeling over the object he concluded it was-
"A torch?"
Not too close, tot the lamp, he discovered some flint and steel. Using it to light the torch, the torch illumated a roughly 20 foot radius around him. Looking around, he saw he was standing in what looked like an old hallway made from stone. Walking down the hallway, he looked around.
Bits of rubble littered the sides of the walls. Rotted wooden support beams could be seen as he walked along.
"What is this place?..." the teen wondered to himself.
Soon, Jason came across a wooden door. Like the supports in the hallway, it was rotted. Gently pushing the door, it opened slowly. He gasped at what he saw.
Orcs! Shivering with fright, Jason slowly backed away from the opened door. Making a quick count, Jason concluded that there were four.
One of them looked at the door and yelled something that Jason couldn't understand. All of the other orcs then looked over. With a club, one of the orcs charged at Jason. Dodging, Jason grabbed a piece of rubble and tossed it at the orc's head. The rock hit it's target, and Jason saw that the Orc was knocked out cold.
The other three orcs charged. The first two missed, colliding with the one that first tried to get Jason.
"AAH!!!!!"
The last one managed to get him in the arm with a rusty short sword.
Dropping the torch he held, he gripped the bleeding wound with his other hand, he breathed in short intervals, starting to hyperventilate.
The orcs turned around and went for the wounded teen. Rolling to the side, Jason barely managed to dodge them. Picking another piece of rubble with his unafflicted arm, he threw it at the orcs. He managed to scratch the arm of one of them.
The three turned around and charged again. This time, two of their clubs found their marks on the teen's shoulder and leg. The one with a sword had manged to create a nasty gash in his side.
Jason breathed deeply, bleeding prufusely from his wounds.
"Damnit..." he muttered under his breath.
Standing up with some difficulty, Jason held the torch in his hand and retreated back down the hall, hoping to outrun the orcs. He breathed heavily, and he hurt all over.
Jason heard the battlecries of the orcs which followed behind. He didn't spare a second to turn around and look. Cupping his free hand to his mouth he called out.
"HELP!!! SOMEONE, ANYONE!! HELP!!!"
Jason huffed and puffed as he ran as fast as he could. Eventully, he ran into another door. Opening it as fast as possible, he slammed it behind him and heard several thumps from the orcs impacting on the door.
Taking a quick look around, Jason saw he was in another hallway. Knowing the old door wouldn't hold long, the teen resumed his retreat from the monsters.
'What the hell is going on?! Where am I?! How did I get here?!' more and more questions flashed through his thoughts as he ran.
As Jason turned a left in the hallway, he heard the door behind him smash open and the orcs resumed their pursuit. The teen continued down, his breathing starting to become labored with his wounds.
Jason then enountered a split in the hallway, one went left, one went straight. Making a split decision, he took a left. After running down that passage, he came to a stone door. Opening it with some difficulty, he quickly got inside and shut the door behind him.
"Hopefully I lost those orcs..." the teen muttered to himself.
Turning around, he looked around the room.
Unlike the halls he had been in, this room looked well kept. The walls were stone with beautiful carvings on them, as was the floor. But something else in the room was diverting all of Jason's attention.
In the center of the ceiling, there was a hole, with sunlight shining through. The beam of light rested upon a sword inserted in a pedastal. Judging from it's size, it seemed to be a bastard sword. The steel glistened beautifully in the light. The hilt was a metallic blue color, with silver streakings. It was amazing.
Putting the now blown-out torch on the ground, Jason slowly walked up to the blade, taking in around him.
"I don't know how, or why," he spoke to himself, "but I have a feeling, that this belongs to me..."
Gripping the sword with both hands, he gave a mighty pull.
There was a great flash of light, and the sword was seperated from the pedestal. Then there was rumbling sound. Twisting around, Jason saw that the stone door was crumbling into the ground.
"What the?!" he wondered outloud.
After a few more seconds, a small pile of rubble was all that was left of the door. Jason stood still, waiting to see if anything else would happen. Calming down he noticed something. His wounds! They were gone! He checked himself all over, but couldn't find one bruise. He looked at the sword in his hands.
'Did this sword do it?' he wondered.
His thoughts were interupted by heavy pit-patting of boots in the halls. Slowly moving into the hallway, he saw that the noise had attracted attention.
About twenty orcs had gathered at the other end, brandishing clubs, torchs and swords. One of the orcs which seemed to be in charge yelled soemthing in that same language Jason couldn't comprehend, and the orcs advanced on him.
Eyes wide with fear, the teen backed up until his heels hit the rubble. He was trapped!
'Damnit, I need to do something!' the teen thought as he gritted his teeth.
The orcs slowly closed in, and Jason's veins coursed with adrenaline, enhancing his fear. Then he felt something. His fear was washed away by a new wave of courage. He swung the sword into a battle stance, spreading his legs. His eyes gained a sharp, piercing glare.
"Stand down, I don't want meaningless bloodshed!" he spoke in a commanding tone.
The orcs seemed taken aback. This strangely dressed human who was cowering before them now seemed to have flipped personalities.
'Wait a minute, did I just say that?!' Jason exclaimed in his head. 'Well, too late to back out now.'
The orcs now readied themselves and charged with a battlecry. Jason charged forward as well.
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the teen yelled.
Soon he came in contact into battle range of the orcs. Dodging swinging torchs, slashing blades and bludgeoning clubs, Jason moved masterfully. Stabbing an Orc in the torso, he twisted around and gave another orc a large gash across it's leg. Ducking to avoid a club, Jason quickly kicked back up onto his feet and spun around in a circle, slashing several orcs in a close radius to him. He looked around himself. All the orcs were too wounded to get up or were knocked out.
Jason's eyes lost their piercing gaze and he began breathing with some difficulty. His eyes were wide in awe at what he had just done.
'How?... How did I do that?...' he wondered.
Jason leaned against the wall, feeling very tired. He grabbed a torch from one of the unconcious orcs and wandered down the hall his sword tucked into his belt.
'I hope, there aren't any more monsters here. But, how did I get here? How is it I'm taking all this so lightly? How is it I was able to defeat those orcs?'
Multiple questions cycled through his head, all unanswered.
Jason stopped.
'Did I just hear something?'
Moving down the hallway, he began to identify the sound he was hearing a voices. His curiosity fueled him, and he began a fast walk as he tried to track the voices. Soon, he came upon a wooden door. He heard muffled yells coming through the door. From the sound of it, there were about three people in there. Pushing the door open, he looked inside.
The room was half taken up by a large cage. The occupants consisted of a halfling, a half-elf and a man. And they were arguing.
"MY FAULT!? Now you listen, if you hadn't dropped that stupid lute, I could have been able to sneak past those orcs!" the man yelled at the halfling.
"Hey, you're the one who's supposed to 'move like a shadow' you idiot! Besides, Thamior doesn't exactly have a good excuse either." The halfling said pointing at the half-elf.
"Pardon me? You forced me to use my magic too much before we reached this place! If you had just tried taking care of those orcs outside yourself instead of making me use magic missiles to distract them, I could have blown them away!"
Jason leaned against the wall, covering his mouth, trying not to laugh.
'Well it looks like these guys were captured by the orcs' the teen thought to himself.
Taking a quick glance around the room, he saw that there was a key on a hook on the wall.
'Man, orcs are stupider than I thought.'
Quietly, Jason walked over to the key and retrieved it. Then he walked over to the cage (with it's occupants still arguing) and unlocked the door. Clasping the bars, he yanked it open, causing a large crashing noise as the door hit the cage wall.
The three stopped bickering and looked out finally noticing the human who had just opened up their prison. There was a slightly comical silence.
"What are you staring at? Don't you know a jailbreak when you see one?" Jason asked jokingly.
The other three blinked a few more times before coming to their senses.
"Right you are. I thank ye' laddie." The halfling said.
"What happened to the orcs?" the half-elf asked, getting out.
"Knocked out." Jason answered simply.
The man walked over to a sack in the corner of the room and opened it, revealing weapons. Pulling out the contents, he handed them to their respectful owners.
"Well, thanks kid. I'm Derrik." The man introduced.
"Thamior is my name." The half-elf said.
"I be' known as Garret." The halfling spoke as he took a lute from Derrik.
'No point in telling a lie...' Jason thought "My name is-"
Jason was interrupted by a large rumbling. The entire room was shaking, with bits of dust falling from from the ceiling.
"Later kid! We need to get outta here!" Derrik said with urgency.
They ran through the door, Jason not too far behind. Looking both ways down the corridor, Garret got a nervous look.
"Does anyone remember the way to the entrance?" the halfling asked in a panicy voice.
Jason felt that same surge he felt when he fought the orcs.
"Follow me!" he commanded.
Taking off down the hall, the three followed him.
"Are you sure he knows the way out?" Thamior asked.
"No, but we don't the way out. I'd rather have directions than get lost and crushed." Derrik answered.
Jason ran to multiple intersections, dodging falling rubble and making sure that the three others were close behind.
'Strange. I feel like I know this like the back of my hand...' the teen thought to himself
For about a minute they ran, Jason always taking an immediate turn at every intersection. Soon they saw a open space of natural light. They had found the exit! Dodging another piece of falling rubble, Jason charge through and found himself outside. The other three came out right behind him as the entrance collapsed.
Jason felt tired again as he sat himself down on a rock. The others breathed with labor just as Jason did and sat on the grass.
"Hey kid," Derrik asked "What did you say your name was?"
"Jason, my name is Jason." The teen responded with a smile.
End Session-
Jason gained: Bastard Sword
Derrik the Human Rogue, Thamior the Half-Elven Sorceror, and Garret the Halfling Bard have joined Jason.
Like it? Hate it? Anyway, please review. Remember, Reviews = Motivation
