Tag: Oliver Darkh

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  • Session 1 - Codex von Darkh

    Conscripted as he was, Sigurd gave little clue as to his thoughts on the matters posed to him. Such was the un-life of an unwilling spirit in the employ of a necromancer. "Oliver" (as he called himself these days) labored over stacks of hastily-gathered …

  • Session 2 - Necromusings

    Torpor was a lazy stream of conscious thoughts where ideas swirled in eddies of disjointed visions and often got lost in the depths of whatever lurked below one's thoughts. To Oliver, the daylight hours were a short time to muse on his plans followed by …

  • Session 3 - Necromusings

    "MORE! You putrescent, waste of my time!" Concentrating was difficult with Greghor's colorful form of... tutelage. Oliver attempted to harness still more of the dark magics into his being. The edges of the world had grown dim, corners growing ever …

  • Session 4 - Necromusings

    The ritual was going swimmingly. Oliver had just recited the seventeenth vertices and was maintaining Talenhof's Convecture while Mannfred continued with... whatever inscrutable he was -scruting. The maintenance was once Oliver's crowning achievement as …

  • Session 6 - Necromusings

    "Essence of Eschen," said the attractive young human leaning in toward him with a proffered silver goblet. Its dark, opaque, velvety contents beckoned him as only blood could. He adjusted his sleeve to permit his gloved hand to extend from it, reaching, …

  • Session 8 - Necromusings

    "The vargheists have fallen," stated Rollo to Oliver's left. The necromancer whipped his head in their direction just as the last of the powerful trio was pulled to the ground and devoured in the maws of Clara's own vargheists. Oliver sat back down hard …

  • Session 11 - Necromusings

    The last spires of Eschen fell to the horizon behind them. To their sides and fore marched the hordes of the dead, their minions, following the lead of Rollo Von Carstein astride his skeletal courser at the head of the army. Oliver, meanwhile, bounced …

  • Session 12 - Necromusings

    Oliver staggered against the cage behind him once the zombified monstrosity fell under their combined assault. His side was rent open, blood soaked his leg and collected in a pool at his feet. Immediately he was made aware of two things, (neither of …

  • Session 14 - Necromusings

    Dagomar, Oliver, and even the Gorgon eyed the ancient skrit of the tome from a safe distance. It rested unceremoniously, open, upon the muddy wheel of a black coach, illuminated in soft violet in the night only by the glowing orb in Oliver's hand. Even …

  • Session 15 - Necromusings

    Merethyl, the dryad traded to Oliver in a macabre deal for power, stared blankly at the wall for another hour. Inscrutable, distant, veiled in green magic in the guise of a ravishingly beautiful vampire, she had followed his every command without word or …

  • Session 17 - Necromusings

    The Tower of Sorcery swayed alarmingly in the gale of the night's storms. While its base remained intact, everything above the seventh floor was gone. The stairwell to the seventh had to be sealed to prevent leakage to the floors below. This seal was …

  • Session 18 - Necromusings

    Born under the Bright Sign, Emile would often be told by her mother that she was special. Her flaxen hair seemed to resist dampness and dirt from a young age. When all four of her brothers and father had perished to starvation and fever, she seemed to …

  • Session 19 - Necromusings

    The disc once worn about the neck of their charge was as gaudy as commanding. A sign of respect and loathing. Nobility. Prestige. Who cared for such things? Oliver did not. This disc, like its former owner, was a tool, a means to an ideal end. If …

  • Session 20 - Necromusings

    The winds of Dhar howled as they spun and danced about the black spires of Castle Drakenhof. It was a din of madness that Count Mannfred von Carstein had grown disconcertingly accustomed to, even steeled his stalwart mind against its whispers, drawing …

  • Session 20 - Necromusings - Bonus

    Oliver Darkh, Master of Mages, tossed the hood back from the apprentice's face, revealing a mat of dirty brown hair and a face he immediately wanted to punch squarely. "You!? What the FUCK have you done with my apprentice??" "The game wasn't over," …

  • Session 21 - Necromusings

    The others spoke to the von Carstein woman with such reverent tones that it made him nauseous. Had they forgotten the Siege? Were the memories of their exploits in Altdorf so difficult to remember? What had these three inferior vampires ever done that …

  • Session 22 - Necromusings

    "He's very...." "Aloof. Yes. Moreso now than before, even. Your chambers are just through here. Servants will attend to your things." "I can arrange for new undead servants, don't you worry Dannon." "Oliver. Yes, I know." "Oliver. Right. …

  • Session 23 - Necromusings

    The night erupted in starlight. Too close. The felsteeds neighed, bucked, and nearly rocked the group out of their saddles as their tight formation was sundered by the explosions. Though the flying steeds were black against the drop of the starless sky …

  • Session 24 - Necromusings

    Zeigfried shrugged his left shoulder, depositing their charge onto the ground with a heavy thud. The Grand Theogonist, Volkmar the Grim, the voice of Sigmar and the pinnacle of holiness in the entire Empire, collected a bit of mud on his white mustache …

  • Session 25 - Necromusings

    The Gorgon, Warden of Templehof continued leading the ritual from his position in the first dhar while the sixth position, opposite him, so distant that he could scarcely make out her slight frame, was conspicuously given to the new 'Nightscryer'. …

  • Session 27 - Necromusings

    "Does he always do that?" The mumbling thing? "YES THE MUMBLING THING WHAT ELSE WOULD I BE TALKING ABOUT?" You're the one talking out loud to yourself. No need to get snippy. And yes. He's positively enraptured by this point. Good luck getting …

  • Session 28 - Necromusings

    "So these are the forces of Chaos," Rollo stated more than asked. It was clear from the roiling lines of the enemy's ranks that order was a concept foreign to them. 'In a sense, Grand Marshall, but also not.' came the reply from the Dread Master in his …

  • Session 29 - Necromusings

    Atop the Tower of Sorcery, a ritual came to its culmination. Strands of pure Chaos (or was it Astral essence?) tumbled in red ribbons through the air around the gathered mages at the edges of the circle. The Dread Master of Liches, tearing the very …