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Kingdom Death Diary 75: The Eight-Legged Grave Machine

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Oh dear. This instalment really fell between the cracks, didn’t it? Writing up this KDM showdown has been on my big things-to-do list for far too long now. And the first clue to it being far-too-long-now is the fact that you can very clearly see that I’m using Halloween Death Dice in this picture. Which means this was played in … well … some kind of halloween-adjacent month, because I do try to make at least a bit of an effort when it comes to limited-edition-seasonal-dice usage

Gulp.

My notes from the fight are a bit scrambled, and I’m not at all sure that — three months down the line — I can make an awful lot of sense of them. So this one is definitely going to have to be a bit of an edited highlights / key moments round up.


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…and into battle we go! DSHamster and Kristabelle charging into combat to save Moesjiff from a fate very-much-worse than death at the hands (…the many hands!…) of a Spidicules. The Spidicules’ weak spot is from directly beneath; hence our brave combatants leaping straight into the spider’s nest … while Moesjiff is seemingly scrambling to safety over there in the background.

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When threatened, the common household spidicules likes to scuttle off into the nearest corner of the room. Here you can see DSHamster in hot pursuit of the fleeing beast. Though also… in hot pursuit of DSHamster is a whole parade of baby Spidicules. Hmmm. We’re obviously a lot later into the battle here. Those little critters start popping up out of spider nests all over the board as the battle plays out, and there’s quite an accumulated brood of them causing problems here.

(But who is the pursuer here, and who is the pursued?)

What else happened? I definitely remember Kristabelle lopping off the first leg. So there's a first for the campaign! ...One of the fun mechanisms with Spidicules is the fact that if you manage to remove all of its legs without actually killing the thing in the process, you get the option to roll the “legless ball” home.

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And keep it as a pet.

Of sorts.

But not this time.

Sadly, the last significant event that I recall was memorable for far-less-good reasons. You might be wondering what happened to Wulfman, while all of the above acts of derring-do were being performed? Well …while the various spider-monsters were distracted by the other three survivors, Wulfman was collecting silk. Because she reckoned — not incorrectly — that a good supply of silk might be very useful thing to take back home. But while rummaging around in the depths of the spidicules nest, a movement caught her eye. Wulfman had spotted a twitching, humanoid figure … a previous victim of the Spidicules who was still alive?

Digging deeper into the sticky nest, Wulfman grasped and pulled at the flailing arms of the mysterious web-enshrouded victim … and with a mighty heave, plucked a new survivor to safety — Neil has now joined the tribe!

Though what Wulfman didn’t notice, while working desperately to rescue poor Neil from his web-entombed fate… was a pair of spiderlings quietly scuttling up behind her. They don’t look nearly as threatening as the big spidicules, those little things, do they? But there’s definitely a lesson to be learned here about underestimating tiny things, and a lesson about bad things coming in small packages. As a victorious Wulfman swelled with pride -- distracted by the success of her daring rescue — a spiderling leapt upon her from behind … razor-sharp mandibles closing around her neck…

…and snapped her head clean off!

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Eww. Bad time for a decapitation result on the wound table … and Wulfman’s lifetime re-roll had, sadly, been used long ago!
Initially oblivious to their fallen comrade, Kristabelle and DSHamster valiantly lopped off a few more legs, defeated the Spidiciules, gloated over the phat lewt with Moesjiff…

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…and then everybody (except poor dead Wulfman) went home.

Oh? … Did I say everybody (except poor dead Wulfman) went home?

Well… almost everybody (except poor dead Wulfman) went home. DSHamster, Kristabelle, Moesjiff and (new recruit) Neil certainly all set out on the long walk back to the settlement, laden with spider-related goodies…

…but somewhere, somehow, Moesjiff got mysteriously separated from the party on the way.

And was that a strange, scratchy laughter, coming from the darkness, shortly after he disappeared? Or were the survivors just imagining that?

I’m sure he’ll turn up again eventually.

…won’t he?

[to be continued]

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Kingdom Death Diary 74: View from a bridge

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“Well… that was a total bloody waste of time, wasn’t it?!!”

The survivors were not in a good mood; DSHammer, Kristabelle and Wulfman had spent hours trudging back through the massive canyon, returning to the point from which they began. Shortly after the disappearance of Moesjiff, things had gone from bad to worse … the narrow crevice that they’d been following had been suddenly intersected by a deep, gaping chasm … the only way forward being a bridge of thin, silky strands, left behind by the monster that they pursued.

The three survivors had looked at each other.

Then looked at the flimsy-seeming bridge.

Then looked back at each other again.

…And decided to head back down the canyon and seek an alternative route.

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Urm, yeah. That’s a “summer” edition death die that I was using there. When I played this chapter, it still was still — technically, at least — summer. I am clearly way behind on documenting this campaign!
As they re-approached the mouth of the canyon, the survivors could hear a raging wind in the distance … a bone storm was in progress! Mighty gusts tore through the plains, lifting shards of bone and stone from the landscape, and blasting them through the air at terrifying speed. Faced with the option of pressing on through the dangerous storm … or staying put in the mouth of the canyon and waiting the storm out (delaying their mission!), the party decided to hunker down.

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The bone storm will cause injuries and destroy any fragile gear carried by the party … i.e. pretty much all the weapons that they're currently holding. So … best just stay here for a while, I think. Even if it means I need to draw more event cards. Maybe I'll get lucky?


As the storm calmed, the survivors tried to find another way forward, this time avoiding the depths of the canyon and the impassable chasm which intersected it. After some searching, a hidden pathway was found leading to the top of the cliff that rose to one side of the canyon. Who (or what?) could have cleared this trail? Did they still live nearby?

Alas, the top of the cliff presented more questions, but few answers … the shattered ruins of a small settlement were found there. A few charred bones … and some kind of ruined structure at the centre.

What fate befell the inhabitants of this place? What was the structure for? The party could make little sense of what they saw, so continued onward.

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The group travelled on… and in time, happened upon a curious fountain. Two cupped stone hands rose from the ground, holding clear cold water which trickled through the stone fingers in a seemingly endless supply.

Keen for a cold, refreshing drink, DSHamster slurped deeply from the supply …but as he gulped, the water turned instantly to foul-tasting blood! DSHamster retched and vomited in disgust, overwhelmed by a nausea which would stay with him for the rest of the hunt!

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And also suffering a permanent Hemophobia disorder for his trouble — oops


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A short way beyond the fountain lay a clearing … and a strange sense of Deja Vu for DSHamster…

“I know this place!” he exclaimed … “this is where it all began! — the place where I awoke with Imperator Zero, Mrs Meomwt and Coraval — the place where we fought that very first white lion! Here… see … the red stains??! … those are the marks of our first glorious kill! Surely this is a sign! A sign that our hunt will be bountiful!”

The others wondered if those marks really were made by the spilled blood of the white lion. For all they knew, these marks could just as easily be the blood stains of poor old Coraval! Even now -- several lantern years later -- Coraval still bore the injuries of that fateful day, rarely leaving the warmth and security of the sacred pool back at the settlement.

Nevertheless, visiting a location so hallowed in the history of the Tyranny of Sunlight was deeply inspiring, and the hunters’ resolve was boosted greatly.

For a short while, at least...


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“We are DEFINITELY going around in circles!” sighed Kristabelle, unimpressed and exasperated by the fact that they seemed to be standing in exactly the same ruined settlement as they had a few hours earlier.

But this time… the oddly-shaped ruin in the centre of the burned-out, mangled village set wulfman thinking.

“Do you see what they did with the lanterns here? The way that they’re arranged? … I think, maybe, that was done deliberately … look — see the scorch marks here, in the central space? Where the power of the lanterns was focussed? The heat generated by such a device must have been quite considerable! The lanterns here are all broken now … but when we return to the camp, we should try to replicate this”.

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The other two survivors were quietly impressed by wulfman’s strange flash of inspiration — they would definitely have to experiment with this when they got home! …but before they could discuss the matter any further, the group was distracted by a rasping, whispering voice, calling from beyond a nearby ridge…

“Deeeeeee Essssssssssss —— Deeeeeeee Essssssssssss…..”

…peering nevously across the outcrop, a terrible sight awaited our heroes … a gigantic, many-legged beast — The Spidicules!

From gallery of MrShep


And beneath the towering, terrifying monster ... bound and gagged by sticky, silky threads … wriggled a prone and captive figure: Moesjiff!

[To be continued...]

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Kingdom Death Diary 73: Bringing up the rear

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The chasm narrowed.

The hunting party had been tracking their quarry for many hours; the events of the previous evening — during which a giant, many-legged beast had scuttled into the settlement and taunted DSHamster by dangling the decaying copse of masonap outside his hovel — had prompted a simple, unified response amongst the people of the Tyranny of Sunlight:

Revenge!

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Tracking the monster had been relatively easy — after all, 8 legs leave considerably more footprints than the number of legs attached to the average hunt quarry — and the survivors had followed the path of the creature to the start of a deep, rocky ravine without very much difficulty at all. And although the creature’s trail had become less and less obvious over the course of the last couple of hours -- and the towering walls of the ravine had drawn gradually closer and closer together -- there seemed to be only one obvious way to proceed.

And that way was: forwards.

But as the way ahead narrowed -- to a point where the party was forced to proceed in single file -- DSHamster started to feel a growing sense of unease. Groping his way between the dark, sticky cliff faces, he started to wonder just how a monster like the one he’d seen in the camp could possibly squeeze through a gap this tight.

He paused, and turned to Kristabelle -- who was only a few feet behind him -- and whispered:

“Kristabelle… you don’t think that …maybe… ...just maybe... this could be some kind of trap, do you?”

Kirstabelle’s expression changed. She’d definitely had a few doubts of her own as they’d descended into this particularly twisty and narrow part of the trail… but the confidence and bravery with which DSHamster had been forging ahead had waylaid her concerns.

Until now.

She turned to Wulfman. Wulfman would put things into perspective.

“What do you think, ‘Wulf’?” asked Kristabelle. “Should we maybe turn back and re-consider our options?”

“No way!” exclaimed Wulfman. “The triumphant, shining power of the sun god will always prevail over our enemies. I’m sure we’ll be fine. This trail will widen out again any moment now. Isn’t that right, moesjiff?”

Wulfman turned to Moesjiff.

"Moesjiff?"

"...Moesjiff???"

But behind Wulfman was only darkness.

Moesjiff was nowhere to be seen.

[to be continued]

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Kingdom Death Diary 72: Arachnid Bromance

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Since the very founding of The Tyranny of Sunlight, two particular survivors — DSHamster and Masonap — held a great rivalry.

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On every hunt, and with every hard-earned battle scar, they constantly sought to outdo each other.

But then, one fateful day, Masonap departed on a lone sortie and did not return.

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DSHamster felt no victory over the disappearance of his rival; only the loss of a friend. Unable to find masonap in the physical world, DSHamster refused to leave his bed …hoping to see him in his dreams.

Days passed, and then weeks … until one night, DSHamster felt a strange vibration. And listening carefully, he heard the whispering voice of his lost friend just outside his hovel!

“Deeeee Esssssssss…… Deeeeeee… Esssssssssssssss…”

DSHamster rushed outside, excited to greet Masonap after his long absence…

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…only to see the decaying body of his friend swaying awkwardly in the air!

Horrified, he heard a dry rasping sound echoing overhead… a sound which could only be interpreted as a laugh! And for a brief moment — in the darkness beyond the swaying figure — a giant multi-legged monster loomed into view … before it quickly scuttled into the dark, whisking the corpse puppet away.

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“All good children know to hide when they hear the signs of the knocking ghost. A rapping outside your hovel, a laugh like dried leaves blowing over the ground, the shadow of a familiar face disappearing around a corner…

…and all bad children who dare to go outside when the knocking ghost comes around will be snatched up ... never to be seen again!”


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Kingdom Death Diary 71: It wriggled, and jiggled, and tickled inside her…

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Moments after crunching down the peculiar spiky insect, a strange sensation swept across Mizerak’s body … an odd, rushing feeling … like a euphoric wave of power, starting in the middle of her torso, and coursing through her veins. Her eyes opened widely — the darkness around her seemed, somehow, more colourful than it did before — her heartbeat quickened, her limbs started to shake … and then the world slowly faded away, to be replaced by….



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When Mizerak woke up, something had changed.

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To be strictly accurate, a lot of things had changed — the battle with the Screaming Antelope was over; the other survivors had dragged the corpse beneath the shelter of the twisted old tree, and were busy dismembering various useful pieces of hide and bone. Apparently Heuristic had made the killing blow — punching the beast directly between its gnarled horns and knocking it out cold! — but the danger of the screaming monster wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Because following her odd, slightly-out-of-body experience with the sword beetle, Mizerak felt better than she had ever felt before. More powerful. More confident. Stronger.

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Perhaps it was this new-found strength that protected her from the terrible days that followed?….

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The survivors returned to the camp, expecting their return to be marked with celebration and joy ...after all, they brought with them a great haul of loot; antelope meat, pelts, the spiral horn from the beasts head, and even the “second heart” which had attacked Mizerak deep within the belly of the beast! But it transpired that, in their absence, a terrible sickness had struck the camp . A sickness which seemed to be particularly transmissible to and virulent amongst those who had ever dared to travel outside the safety of the settlement…

THE PLAGUE!

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The disease had an unfortunately high mortality rate. Perhaps not as high as it could’ve been; things were particularly touch-and-go for Masonap, who hovered on the brink of death for many sleepless, fevered nights before making a full recovery. But ollybh, danrodz and Heurmistic were not so lucky… and all three of them, sadly, died.

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The Plague is a particularly bad event to get in the early game; the only mitigating technologies are bloodletting (which we don’t have yet), and/or ammonia (which… we also don’t have yet). And, just to be super-annoying it only attacks characters who have at least one hunt experience point. As such, the list-of-the-dead selected above was an entirely strategic decision, based on folks who had 1 hunt xp and no other discernible perks. Apologies, dead people!

On the bright side… at least the plague burned itself out quickly. It can come back and kill up to 4 people, year after year, if the dice are not on your side. So as plagues go… this wasn’t a bad one.
Of course, I say that those three folks were unlucky. But at least they were each spared the unspeakable and most terrible horror of what happened next…

[to be continued]

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Kingdom Death Diary 70: So, you've been eaten?

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Shrieking and thrashing in terror, Mizerak disappeared into the Antelope’s giant toothy undermaw… swallowed alive!

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Hearing her muffled screams from deep within the belly of the beast, the other survivors desperately tried to release Mizerak from her grisly entrapment (masonap attacking so furiously that he smashed his bone axe into tiny fragments on the Screaming Antelope’s super-dense stomach teeth!). But all to no effect … the monster would not release its victim!

But Mizerak wasn’t going down without a fight … trapped within the foul guts of the monster, she fought back with a burst of ferocity … kicking, scratching, and tearing at the beast’s innards. Incredibly, even some of the Screaming Antelope’s internal organs had teeth! …sharp, dangerous teeth, which Mizerak felt biting and nibbling at her flesh as she struggled. Desperately trying to defend herself from the horrific biting, snapping, internal jaws, Mizerak found her hands wrapped around a particularly large protruding-and-biting organ … she grasped it tightly… pulling it with all her strength — intending to do as much internal damage to the antelope as possible before her demise — squeezed, and yanked, and somehow... managed to tear it completely free!

The antelope reared up in pain; its belly-mouth gaping open … and a wounded and disorientated Mizerak was unceremoniously regurgitated onto the stone floor below … still clutching the antelope’s toothy second heart!

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The battle had turned! Motivated by the rescue of their friend, the other survivors -- Danrodz, Heurmistic and Masonap -- increased the ferocity of their attack… even managing to knock the antelope down to the ground at one point, and raining numerous blows down upon its briefly-vulnerable stinking, bleeding, shrieking body…

Meanwhile, Staggering away from the carnage, and still a little dazed and confused from her ordeal, Mizarak spotted something small and shiny, scuttling in the darkness.

And… well… a lot of people get hungry, when they’re dealing with a stressful situation, right?

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Comfort food or Discomfort food? There's only one way to find out...

[To be continued…]

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Kingdom Death Diary #69 (dudes): Oral Misadventures

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“Look everyone, there’s bound to be a perfectly rational explanation for this…” declared ollybh (the voice of reason)

“All we need to do is go outside and…”

…Another piercing shriek echoed from the darkness. A terrifying, unearthly scream — a wailing sound, laden with excruciating pain and unspeakable torture. Ollybh’s face turned pale, and the courage suddenly drained from his face.

Making a swift 180° turn, ollybh careered away in the opposite direction to the horrifying sounds, as fast as his legs could carry him. Faster perhaps… for in his terror and desperate haste to escape, his foot caught on a stone face… bringing him crashing to the ground.

Arms flailing, ollybh fell badly. Very badly indeed … smashing his lower jaw against the hard, stony-faced surface.

Ollybh is a man with many secrets. But he definitely won’t be sharing them any time soon.

At least, not in any kind of intelligible, speech-based sort of way.

And for the foreseeable future, he will likely be eating through a straw.

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Oops. Sorry Olly!

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The next day (and I use the term “day” in an entirely inappropriate and mostly-relative kind of way; the land of Kingdom Death exists in perpetual darkness … so perhaps I should more accurately say: once everybody had collapsed from exhaustion, had a period of fitful rest, and then woken up again with a sense of looming doom and unspeakable panic) a hunting party was put together to investigate the source of the earlier screaming. A couple of survivors claimed to have glanced the distant silhouette of a four legged, horned monster in the darkness as the chaos unfolded… could THAT creature be the source of the noise?

Danrodz, Masonap, Mizerak and Heurmistic were dispatched to investigate!

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The pursuit of the monster — which the tribe would soon come to know as The Screaming Antelope — was long and dangerous. But a trail of fat, blood-engorged ticks convinced the survivors that they were on the right track. At one point, the ticks become so numerous that they formed a kind of writhing carpet beneath the survivors' feet! The group smashed their way forward -- crushing the ticks in a shower of gore and coming to little harm — but the whole experience was just a little bit too much for Heurmistic, who soon found herself parting with her breakfast. gulp

Soon the terrain changed … the landscape of stone faces becoming punctuated with tufts of vibrant green grass. Closer inspection of the grass “blades” revealed them to be razor sharp, and as dangerous as any weapon! The group decided to proceed with caution and care.

As the survivors carefully picked their way between the clumps of potentially-deadly vegetation, Masonap found himself lagging slightly behind the rest of the group. Eager to catch up, he briefly lost his concentration, and found himself stumbling towards a particularly dangerous-looking patch! The waist cloth that he was wearing got tangled in the super-sharp foilage … and was soon torn to ribbons! Fortunately Masonap himself was unharmed … but it looks like he’ll be continuing this particular hunt in his birthday suit!

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As the hunt continued, the way ahead became blocked by dense smoke. The survivors grasped each others hands — forming a line to traverse the smoke... and somewhere, deep within the choking vapours, they found a crater. Mizerak decided to investigate, descending into what appeared to be the ruins of a long-destroyed settlement … the smoke was overpowering, and she only had a few second to grab a nearby trinket…

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Could this be the charred ruins of the Tyranny of Small decisions? What marvellous treasure might Mizerak grasp from the remains? What powerful legacy from a previous era might she inherit?
…a broken lantern.

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…and as the survivors subsequently emerged from the smoke, somewhat dazed and confused, they found themselves in a clearing. A clearing full of wild acanthus plants, a mysterious old tree, and the object of their quest: The Screaming Antelope!

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Don’t worry — that’s a nightmare tree, not a lonely tree. I’m just using the lonely tree model for aesthetic purposes, since it hasn’t had many outings yet!
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Battle was joined! The Antelope seemed to be a particularly pugnacious example of its species, stamping and snorting any anybody who dared to approach it (a visage which was not entirely good for ones mental — or physical — stability) …but approach it they did! … and the early stages of the fight went mostly in the survivors favour — apart from a bone axe being shattered beyond repair on the beast’s strangely-plated belly, and mizerak almost being crushed to death when the antelope performed a bizarre chest-slide-of-death move in her direction …

but suddenly — at a critical juncture in the battle — something terrible happened…

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The great antelope reared up … and a giant, gaping mouth opened in its belly! Those strange plates of armour on its chest were, in fact, giant teeth!! And as the survivors looked on in horror, the great beast belly-flopped directly onto Mizerak … the gaping maw swallowing her whole!

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Poor Mizerak … swallowed alive! … but will she live to tell the tale? ….or will she suffer a mastication event??

Well, frankly, I promised you Oral misadventures, and that’s exactly what you got. And now there’s a possibility of public mastication too! Frankly, this is all too much for your humble narrator … I think we may need to take a break at this point.

Tune into the next exciting instalment to find out if Mizerak’s companions stage a daring (and/or successful?) rescue … or whether Mizerak suffers a grisly live digestion in the stomach of a Screaming Antelope.


[to be continued…]

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Kingdom Death Diary #68: The victorious and the pure

John Shepherd
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“And THAT, my friends, is how you deal with a white lion!...”

The triumphant hunters unloaded their loot, as the awe-struck tribe looked on in celebration: assorted bones and scraps of hide … a long, razor-sharp claw, a shimmering lion mane … even the lion’s tail! …and a strange leathery pouch containing some kind of mysterious lumpy…

“…TESTICLES!” shouted DSHamster.

(The coprolalia was starting to get a bit annoying now).

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The encounter with the white lion had gone particularly well for the hunters … the battle began with several lucky (critical!) hits from the bone-axe wielding double-act of Krista and Mrs Meomwt … a crunching blow to the beast’s back reducing its accuracy for the duration of the battle, and a direct strike to its chest coming very close to puncturing its heart (…but not quite close enough!…)

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DSHamster managed to lop the monster's ear off during the fracas (reducing the Lion's ability to sense the hunters even further) … and Ollybh … well… the only weapon that he really had to bring to bear was a small collection of bone darts -- which he ineffectually lobbed into the melee while safely hidden in a clump of particularly tall grass — but he lived to tell the tale, and returned home convinced that he’d learned something very important during the clash. (What, exactly, that very important "something” was, could not yet be revealed … and would later require ollybh to retire to a dark, hidden corner of the camp for extensive deliberation).

The only real defence that the lion put up was a particularly nasty power-swat … which swiped Krista’s from her feet, stripped her of what little armour she had, and sent her flying quite some distance through the air…

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…but an axe blow from MrsMeomwt to the creature’s fuzzy groin soon removed all possibility of a follow-up attack, and brought the battle to a close.

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It was quite refreshing -- after playing with high-level characters for so many months — to be running some very basic characters with almost-empty gear grids. No exotic combat skills or odd equipment interactions to keep track of here!

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The People of the Sun are a warrior tribe. They’re born into the world a little bit stronger and more combat-ready than your average Kingdom Death survivor … and they come with a special "embolden" ability which allows you to spend survival points for a temporary strength boost. I was surprised at just how quickly a few emboldened hunters could deal with a level 1 lion, given how little equipment they had. Admittedly, there was quite a few lucky rolls at the start of the fight … but lets hope they keep this winning streak up


The tribe quickly set to work with the new resources … fashioning armour from the pieces of hide, and an impressive spear from the razor-sharp claw and a particularly long bone; items which would assist them greatly on the many hunts that lay ahead. The weather seemed unusually hot as they toiled … but this had little effect on the survivors; the work they had to do was simple, and the heat would not affect their progress this year.

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This is a heatwave event — it interferes with science and education innovations, and causes heat stroke for heavily-clothed survivors … but none of this is going to bother us at this stage of the game.

…and when the work was done, the tribe gathered once more at the Sacred Pool. Not — this time — for the intimacy ritual … but instead, for the ritual of purification! Kristabelle and DSHamster stepped into the waters, and amidst much chanting and ceremony their bodies became infused with the sacred waters. Both survivors felt the spirit of the sun surge within them … and knew that whatever might happen, from this day forward, they would be favoured by the keeper of the pool!

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Purification is useful — it gives you a stat boost (more strength, in this case) and significantly reduces your chances of being devoured, should you decide to enter the pool for baby-making purposes. But it’s a physically-exhausting process, requiring the newly-purified need to sit out the next hunt. Since DSHamster and Kristabelle already needed to recover from torn leg muscles (see last chapter) and were going to be sitting on the subs bench anyway, this seemed like a good opportunity to get them both signed up as bona-fide members of “the purified”.

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Some time later… in a moment when most of the survivors were asleep… a loud, piercing scream echoed from the darkness, bringing all of the tribe to state of sudden, wakeful panic! The settlement erupted into a state of chaos, with everybody trying to comprehend the source of the terrible wail.

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Only one survivor kept their calm amidst the madness ...but who was it?

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The Voice of Reason...
 Choices Your Answer  Bars Vote Percent Vote Count
Coraval (barely able to walk since being mauled by a lion)
4.5 percent
4.5% 2
Danrodz (the youngster)
13.6 percent
13.6% 6
DSHamster (the purified-but-foul-mouthed)
18.2 percent
18.2% 8
Heurmistic
0.0 percent
0.0% 0
Imperator Zero (recently recovered!)
2.3 percent
2.3% 1
Kristabelle (purified and resting)
0.0 percent
0.0% 0
Masonap
0.0 percent
0.0% 0
Mizerak
4.5 percent
4.5% 2
moesjiff
2.3 percent
2.3% 1
Mrs Meomwt (the strong and courageous)
13.6 percent
13.6% 6
ollybh (the secretive)
34.1 percent
34.1% 15
sowilliams
2.3 percent
2.3% 1
Wulfman
4.5 percent
4.5% 2
Voters 44
This poll is now closed.   44 answers
Poll created by MrShep
Closes: Sun May 23, 2021 6:00 am


[to be continued...]

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Kingdom Death Diary #67: A Pain in the Grass

John Shepherd
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And so it came to pass that the brave party of warriors — democratically elected by the tribe — departed in pursuit of a while Lion:

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MrsMeomt, strong and couragous leader of The Tyranny of Sunlight

DSHamster, veteran of the first Lion Encounter, and unfortunate sufferer of the coprolalia disorder.

Kristabelle, a tribe member with an oddly-familiar face. Have we seen her somewhere before?

Ollybh. Who was trying to lurk at the back of the crowd when the nominations were made, but somehow got nudged to the front.

A crowd gathered at the edge of the settlement to wave the departing heroes goodbye. “Return swiftly, dear friends, with food and supplies” implored a voice from the crowd.

“FECKER!” replied DSHamster. Rather too loudly.


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The warriors marched for many hours, far into the plain of faces … and then the terrain subtly began to change. At first, the change was gradual; small tufts of grass appeared, just dotted around here and there. But as the party pressed on, the grassy clumps became more common … thicker … denser … and before they knew it, the hunters found themselves slowly pushing through a field of waist-high golden grass.

“BIG. GRASSY. BALLOCKS!”, opined DSHamster.

And then… in the distance… a small clearing could be seen, containing a stationary figure holding a shining lantern! Who would this be? A new ally? Or a foe to be feared? … the party approached cautiously.

The figure turned out to be neither friendly, nor hostile — it was a faceless stone statue! But the light from its lantern was warm, and the clearing provided an opportunity for the party to rest a while before continuing their journey.


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Deeper into the golden grass the party trekked … progress was slow, but the party persevered … until they came upon a second clearing, containing a very different sculpture: a crudely-arranged effigy, made from bound bundles of dried grass, decorated with small metal trinkets … and HUMAN FINGERS (eww!)

Who … or what … could have made such a thing?

The survivors contemplated the arrangement, trying to glean the substance of the creator’s bizarre, inhuman intelligence.

“FURRY… LION…. FU — FUH — FECKER!”, stammered DSHamster.


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The group travelled onward. No further statues or sculptures were encountered, and the field of golden grass was gradually starting to thin out when — without warning — a bright golden light suddenly blinded the survivors, stopping them in their tracks!

As they shielded their eyes with their hands and gradually came accustomed to the overpowering glare, ollybh felt compelled to approach the source of the light and investigate. As he walked towards the origin of the illumination, soundless words flooded his mind … words that he must never tell another soul!

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And then, as suddenly as it appeared … the light was gone!

“GIANT BLAZING FECK BUSTARD!”, exclaimed DSHamster.


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Some time later, at the furthest reach of the great field of golden grass… a massive portcullis stood in the darkness. An odd, free-standing portcullis … not attached to anything, and not barring the survivors’ way. But very much locked, and very resistant to opening.

The survivors walked around the mysterious portal, only briefly pausing to ponder its significance, then continued on their journey.

“POINTLESS TWUTTING FENK-PORTAL!”, muttered DSHamster.

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Long-time readers might recall, way back in Chapter 15, a group of hunters from the Tyranny of Small Lanterns acquired a mysterious “Portcullis Key” from a dying warrior. For many long years the tribe carried that key with them, hoping — one day — to find the mysterious doorway that it belonged to. But to no avail. Perhaps the ruins of that settlement — and the mysterious key — are still out there… somewhere… in the darkness…



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A short distance beyond the portcullis, the hunters found themselves passing through a curious section of landscape, criss-crossed with deep scars. Perhaps two giant creatures once fought a great battle here, carving up the stone ground in a battle for dominance?

MrsMeowmt trod carefully over the damaged areas, taking no harm … and ollybh found a loosened, razor-sharp stone, which could perhaps be used as a formidable weapon. But Kristabelle and DSHamster did not fare so well; tripping on the jagged ridges they suffered significant leg injuries — torn muscles which will take some time to recover from … if they make it back home!

“FUNTING WINK-BLASTARD!!!!”, cursed DSHamster, as they limped onward…

And just beyond this zone of damage and ruination… something was waiting. In the darkness…

[…to be continued]

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Kingdom Death Diary 66: Pool Duty.

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Two Kingdom Death posts in one week? Meh. I guess it’s not like I want to be on the “top blogs” list on the front page every day, is it?

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Standing waist-deep in the warm and mysterious pool, Mrs Meomwt cupped her hands and drank the strange water. And as she did, her mind was flooded with strange thoughts and new knowledge… she found herself able to speak the language of the sun, and understood the reason why the group had been called here …they were destined to be the sacred protectors of the pool, and of the warm light that shone down upon it! She excitedly beckoned the other survivors forward … and as each of them ritualistically sipped the water of the pool, they also gained the language of the sun, and an understanding of their new, shared purpose.

The pool must be protected. Always.

The tribe busied themselves, fashioning crude shelters close by, and making simple weapons with which to protect the pool.

And as they worked, the eggs at the bottom of the pool glowed happily.

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A convincing poll victory for Mrs Meomwt, taking almost 30% of the vote. And at the other end of the scale… ollybh scored 0%. Which suggests that he didn’t even vote for himself.

Which... things being as they are in Kingdom Death world… might be an entirely-sensible tactic.

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Here’s the starting settlement for The People Of The Sun. This time, we have the sun instead of a lantern hoard (and note that the camp is so warm that our survivors are unable to wear heavy armour in this campaign. At least it’s a better outcome than that awful Gorm Climate!).

And we also have a Sacred pool — from which, once per settlement phase, a pair of consenting adults may drink the sacred waters. Speaking of which…

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Some time later, it was time to perform the first of many rituals in the Sacred Pool!

Coraval and Imperator Zero stepped into the waters, and tasted the strangely-scented oils floating upon the surface of the pool.

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The couple quickly fell into a strange trance-like state... and as the rest of the tribe members chanted ancient and mystical words in the language of the sun, the murky waters began to churn and bubble! As the chanting reached a crescendo, it seemed like something very large, and very powerful might be moving beneath the roiling surface!

But almost as soon as it had appeared… it was gone. The water surface was still, and the tribe fell silent.

Time passed… and Coraval was blessed with a child; the first born to the tribe, and the first member of the tribe not to have eyes mysteriously stained with ink. The child was a boy, who came to be named danrodz.

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There was a bit of hand waving and general vagueness around childbirth and parentage in the last campaign. Primarily because it’s possible, in the base-game Kingdom Death campaign, for childbirth to be fatal to the mother, or to the child (or even — in some circumstances — to both of the parents!). But infant mortality — even fictional infant mortality — wasn’t something that I felt very happy about applying to a game where my characters are named after real people. So, if such a result was rolled in the last campaign, I decided that I’d play the result correctly “behind the scenes” … but that the characters in the narrative would suffer a co-incidental death in some other story-appropriate way.

In this campaign, the “intimacy” action carries an entirely different risk. Specifically: you might not make it out of the pool without being eaten by the-thing-which-lives-within. But if you manage to get past that not-being-eaten challenge… well, the actual birth will be fine

That said… the actual odds of being eaten during the intimacy ritual are worryingly high. (Essentially: Roll 2d10 … if either dice shows 3 or less, it’s dinner time! … although there are various mitigations and preparations which you can use to influence that roll…)

Clearly, this makes population growth a bit of a risky business to The People of the Sun. But I’m definitely not saying that it would be strategically sensible to put our most battle-injured and disruptive citizens into the pool.

That’s absolutely, definitely not what I’m saying.

Maybe we should have a vote next time.

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Soon the people of the sun decided that they would need more weapons and stronger armour with which to protect the sacred pool and the great sun. Nothing was more important than this task!

A hunting party would be sent into the plain of faces, to collect resources and slay another White Lion.

But which brave warriors-to-be would be bestowed with the honour of this undertaking?

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The Hunting Party
Multiple votes allowed...
 Choices Your Answer  Bars Vote Percent Vote Count
danrodz (the young 'un)
24.5 percent
24.5% 12
DSHamster (the foul-mouthed)
63.3 percent
63.3% 31
masonap
8.2 percent
8.2% 4
moesjiff
14.3 percent
14.3% 7
ollybh
32.7 percent
32.7% 16
sowilliams
10.2 percent
10.2% 5
Heurmistic
10.2 percent
10.2% 5
Kristabelle
36.7 percent
36.7% 18
Mrs Meomwt (the strong and couragous)
53.1 percent
53.1% 26
Mizerak
14.3 percent
14.3% 7
Wulfman
28.6 percent
28.6% 14
Voters 49
This poll is now closed.   49 answers
Poll created by MrShep
Closes: Sun Mar 28, 2021 6:00 am

(Coraval and Imperator Zero are still in recovery)

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