Test Run 1 Part 1

This is the first test run of the mechanics, here's a quick overview of the two characters:

Kasanar Duraden:

Chaotic Neutral

Male Olkanh

Mage lvl 1 (fire)

Equipped with standard adventuring gear, as well as a staff, iron dagger, and fifteen alchemist's fires.

Started with a fourth tier pyromania defect, aka will save when things happen to deal with fire, but a +4 to all fire related skills.

Zelphael:

Chaotic Good

Male Gnome

Inventor lvl 1

Equipped with standard adventuring gear, as well as a channeling wand of magic missiles, and an iron dagger, as well as ten pounds of iron for tinkering.

Started with two first tier defects, obsessive and narcissistic.

And here we go:

Two dripping travelers stand in a field, the sun slowly descending below the horizon, the moon soon to begin rising to take its place on the opposite side. To the East lies a beach, with a new ship crushed against it, broken apart by the rocks further out to sea and cast ashore breaking it further by powerful waves. One man, an Olkanh with a staff painted a dark red to show his alignment with the fire school of magic, looked around at the field. The field sat at the foot of a large cliff, nestled nearby to the south was an earthen ramp, seemingly as old as the cliff itself. Because of the shadows cast by the cliff and ramp, combined with the salinity of the water, the high grasses sat dead, the wind occasionally plucking some of them and hurling them in the air, some making their way to the top of the cliff and others gentling falling back down. The smell of sap drifts down from the top of the cliff and piles of leaves clump at the bottom of the cliff, great oaks and beeches can be seen swaying in the breeze, looking slightly pale and in need of water.

The mage perked up seeing the seemingly dry trees, instantly feeling in his pack for the comforting flask. Seeing this, the Gnome instantly yells out from where he is huddled shivering in the wind, "hey, Kasanar, don't go causing any trouble, just gather some grass and make a fire so I can dry out, meantime I'm going to indulge in some tinkering." Muttering to himself he got out a hammer, his wand, and broke off a pound of iron which he began to shape, "gotta restock since everything I had built so far was lost in the crash, sheesh, and I gotta keep my eye on that guy so he doesn't do anything ridiculous, it's like I have to do everything, but I guess I wasn't named Zelphael the incredible for nothing."

Hearing the muttered words of Zelphael, Kasanar chuckled, patting the flask one last time before replacing it in his pack, and then began to gather piles of leaves and brush with the occasional branch broken from a tree on the cliff. Fire blazed into life a little before the son finally dipped below the horizon. Kasanar, chuckled again at the little gnome, who after stopping and moving all his tools to beside the fire to stay warm, continued in his task, molding what looks to be a sphere, and muttering magic words as he worked. Now with nothing to do, Kasanar began looking over the scrolls he had again, just to make sure they were all there. While he was switching between his Magic Missile and Flame Touch spells he heard what sounded like a large stick snap behind him up on the cliff, and not wanting to turn around and see if anyone is there, in case anyone there would be alerted to his knowledge of them, he glanced inquisitively at Zelphael in hopes that he had heard, but the gnome was too deep in his work to hear anything. Moments before he would turn around and look, the gnome yelled in triumph, "AHA! A masterpiece if I do say so myself, as I am indeed a master at everything!" seeing Kasanar's inquisitive face and mistaking it to be about the item he crafted, he soon followed with an explanation, "It's a Lightning Ball, once thrown it explodes with fierce lightning onto the area it hits."

"That's not what I was wondering about," Kasanar quickly hissed, "don't look now but I think there may be people up on the cliff watching us."

Taking the cue, after a moment, Zelphael leaned backwards so as to lay down, but looking at the cliff all the while. "There are three small humanoids up there, one appears to be in a tree to the left, another to the right on the ground, and the last is attempting to sneak down the ramp; they appear to be kobolds, though I'm not sure..... You ready?"

"3... 2.... 1... NOW!" yelled Kasanar, spinning around and tossing a jar of alchemist's fire into the tree on the left. The dry wood of the tree combined with the fierce heat of the alchemist's fire instantly created a blaze, instantly killing the small creature within it with a shrill screech. Simultaneously, Zelphael spun and threw the orb he held in his hand, directly hitting the kobold on the cliff. Lightning erupts from the ball and the moist reptilian body of the kobold viciously reacts to the electricity, bolts traveling up the kobold's spine and overloading his nervous system to the point where the brain is simultaneously fried and melted, though the body still flops around on the ground, electricity still coursing through the neurons of the kobold.

"Wow! Didn't expect it to be quite that potent," started Zelphael, slightly shocked at the carnage he had created.

"Watch out!" yelled Kasanar, slightly before the remaining kobold, angered at its companions' death, fires an arrow hitting Zelphael hard in the arm.

"AAUGH!" screams Zelphael as Kasanar mutters some words, lifts his staff to point towards the kobold and fires a magic missile, hitting the kobold but only minorly injuring it, seeing this Zelphael pulls out his wand and begins to cast magic missile as well, but misses because of a sharp pain in his arm. Seeing that Kasanar is the dangerous one now, the kobold aims at him now, but misses, the arrow striking the ground nearby Kasanar's feet. Angered at this fresh attack, and loss of attention, Zelphael scores a direct hit to the kobold with a magic missile. Seeing the kobold severely injured, Kasanr calls forth his most potent spell from memory, and casts fire touch on the kobold, catching the kobold on fire and dealing enough damage to make the kobold pass out from pain, it's senses fading towards death quickly.

Unfortunately, in the struggle the fire had been kicked accidentally and small fires now littered the plain, as well as a roaring fire growing from tree to tree on the cliff. With only one way away from the fire immediately around them, they sprint towards the cliff, running up the ramp, Zelphael kicking the smoldering kobold corpse off of the ramp as he passed, through the trees, and then out into another field, but one with no grass to burn. Panting, they slump to the ground, pulling out their bed rolls and sleeping.

---next part next week around this time I think. I have started work on the player handbook, sigh, it's a lot of work.---