alwaystheweirdones:

After taking care of the issue of Joe, we made our way to Decambria’s manor (the place was huge, and we were invited so it was all right). The second we made it up the front walk, Sunshadow decided to kick down the door, breaking it off its hinges, and stormed into the manor, all the while yelling “DECAPITATION! TRAGEDY!” (he confused her name).

Sitting by the fireplace, reading a book, we see a rather handsome Alucard-looking man look up with contempt at Sunshadow, clearly perturbed. He raises an eyebrow and says,”Can I help you?”

Sunshadow just replied,”DECAPITATION! TRAGEDY!”

Sunshadow used his sixth sense for good and evil and felt a wicked presence behind the door to the left of the stairwell. he gripped the doorknob and it was crushed in his mighty grip. Sunshadow then had the brilliant idea of punching through the door and reaching around to the other doorknob. He gently opened that one.

The door flew open and Sunshadow drew his mighty Sunblade, screaming out “THE LIGHT PURGES”, causing the blade to awaken into a beam of golden radiance. The target of this radiance was the succubus before him, making a pot of tea. This succubus being the one and only Decambria Tragedy.

Meanwhile, Staab and I entered the sitting room with the man whom clearly doesn’t care for random company that destroys his door.

“I’ll ask it again. Can I help you?”

Staab just giggled in the most annoying way, clearly showing no respect for the property of others.

I respond,”I’m terribly sorry about my compatriots here. We were invited by a miss Tragedy the day before last.” I retrieve my wallet from my Garter of Holding and open the snap. “If you would like, I would be happy to pay for any damages that have come to your lovely home as a result of our recklessness.”

The man waved while shaking his head no. “No, no it’s fine. We have more money than we know what to do with. I’m much more concerned with what your metallic friend is going to do.”

Riolu:”There’s no need to worry about him. He malfunctions from time to time, but they tend to be short-lived. By now he should’ve calmed down.”

Turns out I was right, because Sunshadow ended up walking out of the room with Decambria a few moments later, with Sunshadow having a new dent in his head.

We ended up being invited to dinner by the couple, and we were told the most beautiful love story. The man (who I now know to be her husband) was a human who was able to resist Decambria’s charm spell, because he truly fell in love with her. She tried to chase him away to prevent him from coming to harm (because she quite liked him too), but he wouldn’t let down. After about ten years, she couldn’t resist her feelings anymore, and they ended up together. She turned him into a vampire so they could be immortal together.

After tea and dinner, Sunshadow fixed their door and signed the boot print he made on it. I told them the story of Michael Sunshadow (the one he told me when we first met).

I told him he was just a tabaxi warrior in his homeland millenia ago, before the Nine Hells broke loose and ravaged the world. In his attempt to fight back against the fiendish onslaught, he was killed. But before he died, he swore his revenge against the beings that took away his home, his family, and his life, and his soul was sealed inside his Holy Symbol. Centuries later, the warforged was created, and his church had an idea. They used Sunshadow’s Holy Symbol to give him new life in a mechanical body. Over the millenia, he had to repair pieces of him that broke with whatever he could find, to the point where now his body is a random hodgepodge of various warforged and golem parts mashed together.

“His body is in bad shape, and he malfunctions from time to time. We have a goal to build him a new body, in reference to how he was in his youth.” I pull out my set of scrolls and pull out the sketch I did of what I imagine a warforged tabaxi would look like.

The vampire lord looked over it carefully. “So you’re wanting to create a metal tiger body for your friend?” I nodded. “If that’s the case, I may be able to assist you in this endeavor. I have allies in the Dwarven Kingdom who are rather capable at building golems and warforged. I have Elven allies here in the alliance that could aide in the tailoring of the fur skin. However, this will be an expensive and lengthy process. At the very earliest, four months.”

I continue listening very carefully. “I will not pay for this; however, as a thank you for helping my wife get back home relatively safely, I will employ you and pay you for your efforts.”

This is the end of the material I have from the campaign thus far, and I’m not sure when there will be more. I’m not the most mentally well person as of yet, and so I’ve distanced myself from the other 3 to prevent further harm from coming to them. My goal as of right now is to try and stabilize myself, and that is proving to be a difficult task. 

After taking care of the issue of Joe, we made our way to Decambria’s manor (the place was huge, and we were invited so it was all right). The second we made it up the front walk, Sunshadow decided to kick down the door, breaking it off its hinges, and stormed into the manor, all the while yelling “DECAPITATION! TRAGEDY!” (he confused her name).

Sitting by the fireplace, reading a book, we see a rather handsome Alucard-looking man look up with contempt at Sunshadow, clearly perturbed. He raises an eyebrow and says,”Can I help you?”

Sunshadow just replied,”DECAPITATION! TRAGEDY!”

Sunshadow used his sixth sense for good and evil and felt a wicked presence behind the door to the left of the stairwell. he gripped the doorknob and it was crushed in his mighty grip. Sunshadow then had the brilliant idea of punching through the door and reaching around to the other doorknob. He gently opened that one.

The door flew open and Sunshadow drew his mighty Sunblade, screaming out “THE LIGHT PURGES”, causing the blade to awaken into a beam of golden radiance. The target of this radiance was the succubus before him, making a pot of tea. This succubus being the one and only Decambria Tragedy.

Meanwhile, Staab and I entered the sitting room with the man whom clearly doesn’t care for random company that destroys his door.

“I’ll ask it again. Can I help you?”

Staab just giggled in the most annoying way, clearly showing no respect for the property of others.

I respond,”I’m terribly sorry about my compatriots here. We were invited by a miss Tragedy the day before last.” I retrieve my wallet from my Garter of Holding and open the snap. “If you would like, I would be happy to pay for any damages that have come to your lovely home as a result of our recklessness.”

The man waved while shaking his head no. “No, no it’s fine. We have more money than we know what to do with. I’m much more concerned with what your metallic friend is going to do.”

Riolu:”There’s no need to worry about him. He malfunctions from time to time, but they tend to be short-lived. By now he should’ve calmed down.”

Turns out I was right, because Sunshadow ended up walking out of the room with Decambria a few moments later, with Sunshadow having a new dent in his head.

We ended up being invited to dinner by the couple, and we were told the most beautiful love story. The man (who I now know to be her husband) was a human who was able to resist Decambria’s charm spell, because he truly fell in love with her. She tried to chase him away to prevent him from coming to harm (because she quite liked him too), but he wouldn’t let down. After about ten years, she couldn’t resist her feelings anymore, and they ended up together. She turned him into a vampire so they could be immortal together.

After tea and dinner, Sunshadow fixed their door and signed the boot print he made on it. I told them the story of Michael Sunshadow (the one he told me when we first met).

I told him he was just a tabaxi warrior in his homeland millenia ago, before the Nine Hells broke loose and ravaged the world. In his attempt to fight back against the fiendish onslaught, he was killed. But before he died, he swore his revenge against the beings that took away his home, his family, and his life, and his soul was sealed inside his Holy Symbol. Centuries later, the warforged was created, and his church had an idea. They used Sunshadow’s Holy Symbol to give him new life in a mechanical body. Over the millenia, he had to repair pieces of him that broke with whatever he could find, to the point where now his body is a random hodgepodge of various warforged and golem parts mashed together.

“His body is in bad shape, and he malfunctions from time to time. We have a goal to build him a new body, in reference to how he was in his youth.” I pull out my set of scrolls and pull out the sketch I did of what I imagine a warforged tabaxi would look like.

The vampire lord looked over it carefully. “So you’re wanting to create a metal tiger body for your friend?” I nodded. “If that’s the case, I may be able to assist you in this endeavor. I have allies in the Dwarven Kingdom who are rather capable at building golems and warforged. I have Elven allies here in the alliance that could aide in the tailoring of the fur skin. However, this will be an expensive and lengthy process. At the very earliest, four months.”

I continue listening very carefully. “I will not pay for this; however, as a thank you for helping my wife get back home relatively safely, I will employ you and pay you for your efforts.”

This is the end of the material I have from the campaign thus far, and I’m not sure when there will be more.