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At the shore is a man on a horse. But the jet black horse has no eyes or mouth or hair. The man, in gleaming silvery armor, has two faces, one of a handsome man, one of a beautiful woman. ('''FRIGHT CHECK -3''')
At the shore is a man on a horse. But the jet black horse has no eyes or mouth or hair.  
The man, in gleaming silvery armor, has two faces, one of a handsome man, one of a beautiful  
woman. ('''FRIGHT CHECK -3''')


In his right hand, a writhing viper. In his left, a pointed lance, 12' long (reach 3), oozing florescent venom from its tip.
In his right hand, a writhing viper. In his left, a pointed lance, 12' long (reach 3),  
oozing florescent venom from its tip.


This is the demon baron Abigor, and his role is to assess those who might cross the bridge. He is not a "guard", but a student of war and killing. Unworthy foes he might slay as insects for fun, great powers he would bow before, and the party he will wonder with interest as to their intentions and destinies.
This is the demon baron Abigor, and his role is to assess those who might cross the bridge.  
He is not a "guard", but a student of war and killing. Unworthy foes he might slay as insects  
for fun, great powers he would bow before, and the party he will wonder with interest as to  
their intentions and destinies.


Says the male side, in a husky Irish/Scottish/German/something:
Says the male side, in a husky Irish/Scottish/German/something:


Lo! Strangers, thou art far from the teats of your mothers. An unlucky, blood-thick wind, brings you to my doorstep. What news from above?
Lo! Strangers, thou art far from the teats of your mothers. An unlucky, blood-thick wind,  
brings you to my doorstep. What news from above?


Says she, "You toy with them."
Says she, "You toy with them."
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Presuming they mention Katrina,
Presuming they mention Katrina,


He lowers his head and "Ah, Countess [[Katrina|Anir-tak]], you seek. Woe to you, children, for she hath great appetites, and great furies, and great incantations. "
He lowers his head and "Ah, Countess [[Katrina|Anir-tak]], you seek. Woe to you, children,  
for she hath great appetites, and great furies, and great incantations. "





Revision as of 14:11, 30 August 2009


In Darkness Rising, a baron of Hell.

GM Notes:

At the shore is a man on a horse. But the jet black horse has no eyes or mouth or hair. 
The man, in gleaming silvery armor, has two faces, one of a handsome man, one of a beautiful 
woman. ('''FRIGHT CHECK -3''')

In his right hand, a writhing viper. In his left, a pointed lance, 12' long (reach 3), 
oozing florescent venom from its tip.

This is the demon baron Abigor, and his role is to assess those who might cross the bridge. 
He is not a "guard", but a student of war and killing. Unworthy foes he might slay as insects 
for fun, great powers he would bow before, and the party he will wonder with interest as to 
their intentions and destinies.

Says the male side, in a husky Irish/Scottish/German/something:

Lo! Strangers, thou art far from the teats of your mothers. An unlucky, blood-thick wind, 
brings you to my doorstep. What news from above?

Says she, "You toy with them."

Presuming they mention Katrina,

He lowers his head and "Ah, Countess [[Katrina|Anir-tak]], you seek. Woe to you, children, 
for she hath great appetites, and great furies, and great incantations. "


Says she, "Such drama, kill them or send them away!" (he chuckles)