The Scroll

January / February 2002 Dedicated Oahu Gamers Society

SANTA CON

December 8,2001 last Con of the year, and elections went pretty standard for the club as I am told. The vice president, secretary, and treasurer’s votes went quickly with no opposition to vote against. The president saw two new candidates Kyle Greenwood and Dan Ramberg. The vote was six for Dan with the rest to Kyle. Mr. Greenwood gave a short speech before the vote stating that he wanted to increase our membership. Mr. Ramberg did not. Congratulations tp Kyle, and good luck. May he reign for the enrichment of our beloved pastime.

There were three slots at Santa Con (two Living City, and one Classic). The first slot was "A Night at Sharky’s Bar and Grill". This was an underwater adventure set a short stroll of the Ravens Bluff docks. Our goal was to to find out why sailors had been disappearing of late. After meeting some Navy Brass you are on your way to take a potion of water breathing and step off a pier. Then after traveling for a short distance you arrive at Sharky’s underwater tavern. With accommodations and two levels full of all kinds of sentient life. After gathering your info with a good bar room scuffle, your off to a near by locale to battle the undead. Here you find the evil behind the abductions. All in all I give this module a 6 out of 10. The second slot saw "Shadow of Sevenecho". Here our goal was to vase a wayward paladin.

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Lord of the Rings

The Saga of Ilia Mourometz

It was a time of turmoil, a people besiged. The Northmen had been beset by a southern scourge called the Tugar. The Tugar Cik desired the whole world, with little to keep him from it. It was in this, a time desperate for heros, that Illia was thrown. In the town of Volstag resided a young man who had for two years now had been weakened and could not walk. His name was Illia Merimitz, and he was an honorable man. Dillia was his Love. She was a pure maiden of the towns horse breeder Ulnac Berrerbaum. She tended to him with his condition of torment.

In this time of legend their was a warrior God named Vromm. Vromm had come to the end of his time, and was weary. As he began to slumber he was come upon by a group of Pilgrims. Amongst these pilgrims was a respected priest who had been blessed by the Gods and given the task of holding the Icor of Odin. Bragel had carried the Icor for twenty years and was revered by all those who knew of them. Vromm seeing his blessing spoke. "Holy Bragel I am done with this realm, but feel the southern threat one of great concern". Handing Bragel his magical axe, he said "give this to a worthy man, so that with it he may defend the People from harm". With this Vromm turned to stone and was silent. The gods have blessed you again Bragel, shouted his anterrage. "Hurray" "Hurray" they were proud to be assisting the great Bragel, but Bragel was lees inthuised. Once again the Gods have burdened me with a task greater then I am, thought Bragel. How will I judge how is worthy. With a sigh Bragel said, "we will camp with the sleeping God tonight, and set off in the morning to find a hero". What about the Prince said one of his assistance. He will have to wait. I am tasked and will do nothing other until I find a new champion for our peoiple. Hram you will continue on to the Prince and inform him of our delay. Yes master, replied the acolyte.

Bragle and his students traveled for three months. Through this journey they had meet many brave warriors, viing for the honor and power granted in possessing the sword of Vromm. Nobles and peasants alike, and all manner of approach, but none had appealed to Bragel. In frustration he decided to go to the capitol in hopes of finding his elusive chapion. Now the word of his quest had gotten around and the recption waiting for him in the capitol would beb grand, ut along the way Bragel stopped by a small farm on the outskirts of a unassuming village. In the window Bragel saw Ilya. Good sir we are weary travelers and would like to rest and partake of your spring water. Welcome pilgrim, and enter my home Ilya spoke softly. Sit and drink your fill. My home is yours. Thank you good sir, and good morn. Brabel approached Ilya and put forward his arm for greetings. Ilya an invalid did not move. Bragel quickly realized his affliction and apologized for his rudness. Do not trouble your self friend, here I have set for thirtyu years. I have begrugendly becaome a coustomed. Bragel and his band sat and spoke with Ilya for the evening. Thjey found that Ilya was an honorable man with a sigualr desire to help his people. Bragle had found his hero. The next morning Bragel spoke to Ilya. "Ilya I have been on a quest, given by Vromm. I know thatyou do not recognize me but I am Bragel the High Priest of Odin, and choosen to carry the Icor of Odin. This honeyed corjal will restore your strength and enable you to save your people. The small community had gathered in the morning intreted in thenstrangers staying at the Mouremetz home. Upon seeing Ilya walking thru his front door, them all became a buz of curiosity. Ilya cried Galleoff, you are cured. The villagers pressed to Ilya and rejoiced his good fortune. Bragel followed Ilya to the courtyard, and in short time explained the happenings. With that said good people of Deirdamere. I offer the Axe of Vromm to Ilya , but with one promise. A promise Ilya that you will only use this for good and the defence of the Motherland. With this he handed the shinning axe of platinum and green steel to the warrior. Thank you Bragel, I am proud and eager to perform this quest, said Ilya. By the wisdom and strength of the Gods I shall prevail. A roar lifted from the crowd. Ilya, Ilya, Ilya.

Over the next few days as Ilya prepared for his journey, he began to realize the abilities he had been given. He did not tire, and his strength was amazing. With one pull he had ripped an old stump from his farther fields, and flung it over a hundred feet over the fyords cliff. He could lift great boulders, and crush stones in his hands. I am truly blessed he thought. Bragle had left later in the morning after allowing the Gods blessing to touch him. He said that he was traveling to Keiv to see Prince Vladamir, andf he should join him. The preist had told Ilya that he would have to go around the Mitchiev pass, due to the wind demon guarding it. I think that you should rid us all of this creature, and prove yourself to the People. His first battle. He was not afraid, but certainly anxious. For thirty years he had remained locked in a steel embrace. And now he was to be the savior. My do the Gods perplex me he thought, but I will head their call, and bloody the earth with these vial invading Togars. Gathering bhis things he baid his family goodbye, and spoke with Dilla. I love you Ilya, and I will wait for you here, desperate to feel your embrace. Ilya held her and swore that he would return even from the grave to be by her side. Illya, called Dilla’s farther. I have a gift for you. Following behind him was a grey yearling. The horse is far to small for him farther giggled Dilla. Yes, but bath him three times in dew in the full moon with in the Mitehiev pass, and he will grow to be a mighty steed. Thank you for your gift, and the beauty of your daughter, spoke Ilya. And with that Ilyas journey began.