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    87 KB Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:34 No.10855800  
    My group just finished a 1.5 year Spelljammer campaign today, /tg/. NONE of us saw the massive mindfuck our DM threw at us coming. And boy was it epic. Allow me to share it with you...

    The players were a spelljamming crew of mercenaries and traders who did business across the multiverse (we never visited any of the core D&D worlds, though). We were approached by a liason with ties to an elven millitary that had been deadlocked in war with one of its system's sister planets for millenia. While other planets were aware of the war, most were not equipped or advanced enough to offer aid aside from offerings of natural resources or food. The players, being under contract by a yugoloth who owned their ship, were dispatched to aid in the war effort by making a supply run to a distant scouting outpost at the edge of the system and handed a locator to lead them there.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:34 No.10855807
    The crew arrived after months of space travel, battles with the elves' enemy (dwarfs and their maug allies), pirates and one encounter with autognomes and their giant space hamster (which we kept). But when we arrived to the planet a freak solar storm knocked out our stabilizers. Since it would take a while to repair we left our bartender/artificer behind and greater teleported down to scout on foot. We appeared to be standing in the middle of what would seem from our previous orbital view to be one singular prairie of mostly flat, hard-packed earth with only small grasses and mosses growing on it. Also equally curious were the shallow trenches filled with water that encircled the entire world in criss-crossing patterns. Using the giant space hamster as a beast of burden we used the locater we were given by our elven employer at the start of journey and a few hours later spotted a massive structure - truely the only raised object on the entire planet - on the horizon.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:35 No.10855814
    As we approached the building it only seemed to get bigger and more imposing. It was a grand tangle of iron and steel and adamantine and dozens of other worked metals that had long, long ago fallen into disrepair, whos size dwarfed our ship a dozen times. The deeper inside we delved the more the inner structures looked eerilly familiar to us. Was that a monitor? Is that a giant hydraulic? Inward the crew went until the locater's pinging became a steady hum; outside of a massive gate that had fallen ajar. Squeezing past this we found ourselves standing in the center of what we knew to be an observation deck, though it was all but destroyed by time and the elements and was laying sideways. In front of us hanging from the wall and draped by dozens of rusted and rotten cables was plugged a barely glimmering orb the size of a beholder.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:36 No.10855820
    As one of the players stepped forward to investigate it a distant "pop" was heard and the locater suddenly went dead. Ignoring this for now we pressed the investigation of the orb. Using magic we divined that the orb was a personality core for a war golem (just think of a warforged crossed with a warlord titan from 40K) who had long since collapsed. After some mixing of spells and abilities we were able to relive the golem's entire life in a mere handful of hours. He had been built and dispatched by the elves and their gnomish allies to assault the nearby planets who traded with their enemy regardless of whether they also helped the elves or were simply neutral like our homeworld. Or rather, that's what he believed.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:36 No.10855830
    The truth, it seems, was that he was a beta test sent to an abandoned planet and ordered to kill any enemy he saw. But since the planet was barren he simply walked across the entire thing, circling the globe hundreds upon hundreds of times in the millenia he was left alone, without finding a single soul. His constant tromping on the same routes dug the trenches that spanned the planet, and his footsteps packed the soil. With the rains able to channel across the entire world, algaes and scrubgrass thrived, which in turn filtered out toxic elements in the air which led to the advent of the atmosphere. Though he was built to destroy a world he had ended up creating a paradise. But after hundreds of years of fruitless toil the golem dispaired. One of his limbs had long since rusted off, his leg joints buckled with every step, and his internal gears had begun to collapse upon themselves. Which they eventually did, dropping the golem where he lay, trapped in his own body the golem's ever-conscious core glowed duller and slower with each passing century, until he was a mere flicker before us, nearly spent and entirely mad.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:37 No.10855837
    Enraged at the reality of the situation the crew unplugged the orb and made arrangements to take it with us when the ground began to quake and flames licked the air outside which lasted for several days. When the immediate threat passed we abandoned the husk of the golem to find the world scorched and pockmarked by jagged shards of rock. Looking up our jaws dropped as we discovered a portion of the moon whos fragments had rained down upon the world was gone, destroyed by a massive explosion, and most certainly taking our ship and our friend with it. A general concensus among our crew was that the locator going dead and the popping sound were related to the "cargo" we had left on the ship. Had we landed the ship the entire planet could have been destroyed, just to bury some evidence.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:38 No.10855848
    That was the last fucking straw. Fast forwarding a few more months of calling in divine favors, plane-hopping and hitchhiking across the multiverse we arrived back home. The first thing was did was confront our yugoloth boss who fessed up to trading our lives for money, as is the norm for one who seeks profit in war. With much effort we took his life and one of his many ships as payment for our mission and headed back to the elven world. Much to our surprise the elven consulate didn't even recognise us from those many months before. Who knows how long disposable crews had been employed by them. But this proved to be a blessing in disguise. While we were contemplating our next move we suddenly noticed something that had escaped us on our first visit - the capitol we were standing in was a combination spaceport/drydock/war factory and towering at the center of it all stood a very familiar shape, polished, shining, brand new and until our intervention, lifeless.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:38 No.10855858
    As we flew our spelljammer into the ether the distant wail of claxons and explosions was only equalled by the metalic laughter of a colossal warrior engaged in battle one thousand years in the making.
    >> Faiz, Vindicare !!oHNZ1QN/tbk 06/30/10(Wed)23:44 No.10855963
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    There's a good change this is a copypasta from aeons ago, but I'll give it the benefit of the doubt. Bump.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:44 No.10855964

    You have my blessing. Proceed...
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:45 No.10855968
    good end
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:45 No.10855982
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    Holy. Fucking. Shit.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:46 No.10855992

    Wait, how did you get the titanic golem to attack the elves, whereas it had not done so before?
    >> Warnsbarg !!UlLVO/Wza96 06/30/10(Wed)23:47 No.10856008
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    It begins.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:49 No.10856059
    you are sent by your creator on a fools errand left to die and then when you dont they try to kill you personally and you dont want revenge?
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:50 No.10856077

    I asked HOW, not why.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:51 No.10856093
    He was ordered to "assault the nearby planets who traded with their enemy regardless of whether they also helped the elves or were simply neutral like our homeworld"

    And to "kill any enemy he saw"
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:51 No.10856095

    Abandonment issues.
    >> Anonymous 06/30/10(Wed)23:57 No.10856213

    i would like to buy everyone in your group a round of beers, good sir. especially your dm. that made my day.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)00:51 No.10857303
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    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)01:01 No.10857517
    I enjoyed this. Give your DM a nice pat on the back for making a good story. This is what RPing is about.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)02:25 No.10859248

    This is a good GM. You should keep them.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)02:33 No.10859374
    This thread needs to be archived.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)03:57 No.10860567
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    Here ya go, if you're too lazy to do your own screen cap and crop.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)04:00 No.10860596
    Isn't the how obvious? Big shiny titan of destruction, waiting for it's new core so it could be activated, programed, and sent to war.

    Crew no one remembers deliver's core to the installation team, saying they were contracted to deliver this thingy. Drop it off, while saying how great it's going to be to get to the office and collect their pay.

    Installation crew installs, boots it up.. and wonders why it is already programmed... just as its madness kicks in and it rips loose from its dock. Destruction of city ensues.

    Our heroes are already off planet and laughing their asses off.

    At least, that's how I imagine it. A hand full of bluffs, and you nail it. And face it, people who work on magic robots generally aren't great at spotting bluffs.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)07:32 No.10862925
    Copy-pasta or not, this is awesome.

    Bumping for awareness.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)07:36 No.10862955
    I know I've pointed this out many times already, but that pic is way more Babylon 5 than Star Trek.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/10(Thu)10:05 No.10864227
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    Damn! Your DM needs to go back to this adventure for you guys sometime in the future and have you revisit the elven planet or what's left of it. Maybe the golem will have remembered you guys and give you a brofist for saving him.

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