The geyser is cold and very refreshing...only those who give in to the urge to drink from it,an urge that grows stronger the more you look at it until you take your first gulp. It is not poison, it does not heat up in your stomach and boil it from the inside...but it does make you need to drink. And eat. And excrete. And food, water (away from the geyser) and toilet paper are not very common in this hell world.
A small group of thirty or so survivors who have so far avoided the many ways to die or go insane here. Each has a weapon, be it club or blade or bar of iron, each is determined to protect not only himself or herself but the others too. It was once a larger group but they had a run in with the 7th and lost many to the 7th's bullets. Indeed, the two groups detest each other. The rules of the Company are few...
Never leave a living member behind
Even when in dire danger, one must allways help one of your own escape if nesscessary, never leaving them to the mercy of the demons, Undead, members of the 7th or anyone or anything that might kill or hurt them. If possible, rescue the bodies too unless it could lead to loss of life, as bodies left behind have often ended up as Undead which have to be fought and forcibly put to rest.
I will follow my brother or sister in peace as in war
Never hurt,steal from or otherwise harm one of your fellow members. If you have a problem, talk it out. Don't fall asleep if on sentry duty. Don't have anything to do with the hated 7th. Don't lie to each other.
Violaters of the rules are disarmed, forced to drink water and left alone at the mercy of whoever wants to attack them.
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A group of troopers over two hundered strong,armed with the sabre, the Colt pistol and the Springfield rifle, 1872 make, dressed in the blue uniforms of the 7th and riding on horseback, led by a blonde haired man who calls himself Custer. To each other they are loyal and will never leave an injured man behind, but to others they are robbers at best, murderers at worst. Some ogf their favourite torments include committing rape, tying people up and leaving them helpless for demons or undead to find, or just forcing them at gunpoint to drink from one of their water bottles,leaving the luckless person now needing to eat,drink and excrete and in danger of thirst and starvation.
Reverse Death Camp
The crematorium here is allways burning but instead of destroying bodies, it creates them in bursts of extreme pain for the victims as their body unburns. After being brutalized a little by the guards here, they are set free to roam the realms of Hell.
This five year old girl,clutching her teddy bear,just wants company, but anyone or for that matter, anything,demons included,that get within seven feet of her fall prey to a foul disease that makes their skin and flesh slip off their body.It is the fact she carries it without it hurting her that has kept her alive for the three days she has been here.Humans who get this disease will die within hours, but demons within minuites.Even House Maws slam their door jaws when she comes near.The most mighty Demons shy away from these seemingly harmless girl, unable to get close enough to kill her without dying themselves.
And yet the very thing that stops her being eaten very quickly makes sure she is friendless and alone and unhappy all the time,looking for friends but forever without them and unhappy.
This large cow sized spider demon captures humans and binds them tight in webbing, then orders them to sing for him.Those whose voices he dislikes end up sucked dry of blood and their souls are sent to another nastier level of hell, those who sing well are held indefinatly, their muscles slowly wasting away as he allows them little or no excersise.
He is dressed like a county sheriff,with a gun,taser,can of pepper spray, baton and set of handcuffs on his back and drives a police car that works, unlike most of the cars in the region. Often he will help people under attack by Undead and the like, putting bullets into the Undead and offering the person under attack a ride away from that area, but instead of safety, he hands them over to a Greater Demon as food.And when they die they end up in an even worse level of Hell.
Also, he sometimes rapes the girls he *rescues* before handing them over to his Master. In life he was a cop who was so evil that when he died he was allowed to serve his new infernal masters instead of being tortured by them.
Masterfully done. You definitely went beyond the boundaries of the quest and made it your own. I ended up forgetting to look for the quest words as I got pulled further into the story.
Somewhat reminiscent of The Inferno, which was a page-turner for me. It would also make an awesome video game :)
I have to say this because it has been bothering me. What Lays Beyond sounds like the title to a bad porno flick, I am fairly certain the correct word is lies. Normally I wouldn't make an issue of it but ohmahgah it's right there in the title.
Having started my own campaign books via Moonhunter's example I can see a nice use for this. Its always helpful and handy to have for those who are absent minded like myself especially when you have players who never forget anything. I agree with this.
An excellent option for when you have continual online access. Unfortunately for those of us out in the sticks regular access to online resources is rare. (most people I know don't even own a computer let alone wireless internet) When going to game at someone else's house it's usually a lap top and whatever files are put on it and no chance for online updating until I return home. (We also have the added fun factor of the net being down for days at a time in the winter after a nasty blizzard, making it even more of a headache to keep a campaign online.)
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On the upside the organizational method I outlined will work just as well in Google docks as anywhere else given it's a simple directory structure, (well as long as you have a good connection and don't mind uploading all of the campaigns music files and pics to the site.)