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Subject: Lionstone Heights - A 5 player session from year 1-3 rss

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Deon Beswick
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Once upon a time in the land of Kingdom Death, there was the little settlement of Lionstone, named for a certain “incident” by its founders. Alas, having killed a single juvenile white lion, the founders went on to hunt a young male in their overconfidence, and were torn to pieces, and the tiny handful of survivors left behind scattered into the darkness.

Five new survivors awoke in the darkness and tackled an attacking lion. They fought hard, and the lion was savage and fast. And it was almost a miracle when they emerged triumphant with some slight permanent damage (pity poor Cringe, who lost all instinct for self-preservation, and Fred, who was blinded in one eye). But the strong survivors, Ronina, Xenon and Russel, went on to gather 8 survivors (including those unnamed folk from lost Lionstone) and create a new settlement in its place. Ronina, Speaker of the First Words, named it Lionstone Heights. It was a busy time, with new buildings being undertaken and Fred, retired from the hunt, begetting a son and daughter by Wilma, a comely young woman who had a knack for evasion and a strong survival drive. The settlement celebrated protecting the young, and spent much time in talking with one another.

Taking a sword, dagger and axe made from the bones of the first lion, Xenon, Russel, Wilma (draped in rawhide strips which helped her nimble nature), Mange (a newcomer made to carry a bunch of bandages) and Sandy went forth to hunt another of the creatures. The first thing they found was a lion cub, which they quickly butchered. The father lion hearing the cub’s pitiful cries, sprang with terrible vengeance upon the hunting party. But the hunters were wily, and cagy, and stood ready in the long grass (apart from Mange, who hid behind a column). The lion pawed the ground uncertainly, looking for any injuries in the group, but there were none. And the party waited, knowing the beast would come to them. It roared anger and defiance instead, terrifying Xenon. None of the party dared leave the grass. Then it sprang forward to claw and rip, totally enraged by this unexpected standoff with the killers of cubs.

But the plan worked. Wilma, deep in the grass, lived up to her nimble nature, swaying and ducking the claws and teeth. The rest of the hunters piled in, the axe in Xenon’s hands especially cutting deep, blinding the lion with spurting blood. Smashing Sandy and his sword aside, the beast jerked out of the way. But from behind the column Mange struck with a founding stone from (a gift from Cringe’s nerveless hands at the settlement) injuring it terribly. Russel slashed deep into its ribcage, earning its anger and greater rage. It bounded away, dragging Russel with it, biting and tearing deep wounds into him, that bled terribly, and breaking his ribs. While the rest of the hunters charged after it, it dragged him further and further away, biting at his head as he tried to roll out of its way, and shredding his muscles.

Thinking him dead, the terrible creature dropped his mangled body (allowing Mange to sneak up and bandage him before he bled to death) and turned to face its other tormentors. But they struck again and again, Wilma especially leading it on a chase, dodging and weaving till she was exhausted and able to do no more. In fact, the whole party could almost not go on. Russel, his broken jaw hanging loosely, his speech slurred, but defiant almost to his very end, tore one of the beasts claws off and gripped it manically, as a terrible trophy of vengeance. The lion was bloody and battered, but its next enraged attacks would most likely kill or cripple. Then Mange struck again, flinging his stone at the beast and catching it unawares. It screamed in rage and the survivors screamed insanely back. And Russel, arm hanging limply, and covered in cuts, got his final revenge, throwing a stone into the beasts skull, ending it for good.

The hunters returned home with a host of parts, almost twice as many as the first hunt. Although they heard terrible screams outside the camp, the example of stoic, damaged Russel calmed them. The settlement celebrated by naming the returning survivors – Russel, expecting some sort of praise for surviving his terrible ordeal, was shocked to become the Brainless Saviour of the Lantern. In an act of solidarity, Wilma adopted the same nickname. Xenon rejoiced in the Wise Hero of the Antelope. Sandy’s falling down and being the one who hit the lion the least had been noted, as he became the Wise Sneak of Darkness. And Mange became the Brainless Saviour of the Antelope after his new hero Xenon.

The whole settlement sat around telling stories of the hunt and the survivors spent much time in great deliberations about the use of the resource trove they had recovered. It was finally agreed to expand upon the original plan and use a well armoured “lure” while the rest of the hunters, armed with superior weapons, would hack at the beasts from behind. Wilma received a full set of rawhide, gaining much defense, and some monster grease for additional avoidance ability. Ronina was keen to get some small missile weapons in the form of heavy bone darts, and also was given a spear crafted from the best parts of the lion. Another bone axe was deployed for a newcomer, Russel’s replacement, as he was too injured to hunt again. Finally, Xenon, possibly the settlement’s best fighter, got a helm made of an ancient skull. Mange took Russel’s old bone sword for his own.

Full of confidence in their survival skills, the hunters set out to tackle another young lion. As they entered the golden grasslands, they spied another lion cub, darting across the stones. There was some debate on whether to kill it, but Mange felt adamant that it would be worth it. But just like before, no sooner had they slain the cub and shredded it for transport back to the settlement in bits, an angry roaring revealed the presence of a father lion.

Sticking with what they knew, the hunters spread out into the tall grass. Except Ronina, who hid behind a tall tree, readying her darts. The lion came forward in a roar, claws rending and tearing into Wilma, who bobbed up to lure it in. She nimbly dodged one strike, and the other harmlessly tore up the grass. With angry cries, the other hunters sprang from the cover, and raced behind the lion. Xenon brought his axe down and again with surprising skill and his heroic strength. He tore into its soft belly and hacked apart its heel, sweeping the surprised creature off its feet. Grinning like maniacs, the others brought down bone swords, axes and darts into the defenceless lion, gouging great wounds into it.

Finally, Wilma stabbed out with her bone daggers at the creature’s sunken head. But it was a trap! Fast as lightning its jaws closed around her waist, drawing blood. But the toughness of her rawhide wraps prevented any serious damage. The beast shot upright, and glared around, looking for weaknesses. But there was none to be had in the confident hunters. Having missed its chance to attack, the hunters gave it no quarter, Ronina’s spear tearing away some of its white fur, and the bone axes again tearing serious, gaping wounds into the beast. As it tried to stagger away, or feebly claw the group, Mange ran it through with his bone sword. It was a glorious victory and the group cheered. Bandaging Wilma’s flesh wound, the hunters carried back much of the lion to the settlement.

Lionstone Heights was ecstatic. They celebrated by re-enacting the hunt, with grizzled veterans Fred and Russel donning some white fur and wowing the crowd with a realistic but ultimately harmless battle. Filled with a lot of energy, they constructed simple hovels, feeling they could overcome the hostile landscape, and 3 more children were born to the occupants of these new homes. Finally, the spoils were divided into a bow made of lion’s whiskers, a circlet mounting a lion’s eye, a lucky charm, and some rawhide armour for Xenon. Wilma, Ronina and Mange all grew in hunt wisdom, learning various skills that might give them an edge. Except Mange, who just seemed to have learnt to be a little crazed. But little did they know a serial killer dressed in plate mail awaited whoever would leave the camp next….
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Zachary Moroni
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Great storytelling!
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Nicole Ryn
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The lion pawed the ground uncertainly, looking for any injuries in the group, but there were none.
This must be bloody claw. It's worth noting that when all survivors have 0 bleeding tokens, they are all tied for most, and the monster controller picks a target.
 
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Deon Beswick
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Actually, it was Maul...

Which has targets being : last grabbed, then nearest knocked down, then sniff...

(just as well, it would have been two s5 hits with bash and bleed)


 
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Great story, can't wait for the next part.
 
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