The coming Tremoil

Bill was not pleased. He had let himself slip again, slip into his old ways. His old habits of a care free life, without consideration or care for those around him. He had learned better since his confrontation with George. Ever since that day, he had learned that there were great consequences to very action, be it his own or the actions of others. Ever since that day he had know that he needed to be a better man, to be a man worthy of living within this crumbling society. George had shown him that even though death may knock at your door, you must do what you feel is right, what you know is right, and Bill hand worked out what was right when he had met Prometheus. Mankind must be allowed to choose its fate. But he had tortured and killed a man in cold blood. How, how could this fit with his outlook on life, upon society. They had needed the information badly, to defend themselves and all that they had worked for in the wasteland, but was that enough. They had offer the man a choice of a quick death or a slow one, he had, eventually chosen the slow one, but was that enough. Should he have offered him the choice of life, the hope of freedom? No, that would have damned the rest of the wasteland, nor would it. Bill didn’t know anymore, he doubted his own judgement.

James shad begun to refuse people the choice, which was the change in him. What he now did was simply allow people the chance to refuse his persuasion, quite a different matter. He was obsessed with his own agenda, refusing to see the bigger picture, and accept that sometimes the wasteland didn’t need persuading, it needed a chance. He just didn’t know that. If things carried on that way they were going, Bill could see one of them ending up dead, the product of a duel of ideals.

A journey through death

Bill was falling. He did not know how long he had been falling. He did not know from where he had fallen, or where he was falling to, all he knew was he was falling. He fell past memories in quick succession. One after another passing before his gaze. Each one taking a lifetime and an instant in the same moment. He saw himself. A child, then a teenager, then an adult, then in the wasteland. All these things moved past him with due deference and disappeared into the darkness from which he fell. Then he saw it. The final memory. A barrel, wreathed in flame, spitting death into his very person. He felt his leg shatter under the weight of the ignorance which had launched his demise, but it wasn’t his leg, he did not have a leg made of metal.

His contemplation was broken by the sudden end of his falling. He lay upon the ground for an eternity, a cold chill creeping through him with every passing thought. He was tired, so tired. He could not even bring himself to lift his head. He felt alone and lost. Absent of any reason which could aid him in finding his place in the landscape. The ground beneath him was cold, hard and rang with a metallic echo. He could hear the distant sound of voices. Imperceptible utterances carried by the wind. Dread and fear held him to the ground. It took the sound of footsteps to make him lift his gaze. A great sandstorm blew around him, blurring his vision on all sides. From with the storm approached a figure. A giant of a man, at least 6’5", with the appearance of a villain and thug. He looked as though he was built of solid muscle and was more than capable of withstanding any blow. He stopped before the sprawled figure of bill and looked upon him with pity.

“Why have you come to torment me” cried out Bill in his despair.

“I have not” Replied the figure “I have been sent to aid you. To led you through these lands to the safety and solace which lies beyond”

“Leave me spirit. I am not yet done” Bill retorted defiantly “I shall not go with you to the next world. I shall remain until my task is done”

“That path is arduous and long” replied the spirit “you do not have the strength to go it alone. I shall aid you if I can, if you will accept it”

“I will” murmured Bill

The figure bent his knee to Bill and offered him his hand. “Then we must begin now, before your strength fades. I shall be your guide and master. Your sword and shield”
Bill took his hand and rose to his feet.
“Spirit, by what name shall I know you”

The spirit smiled a little “I was once Known, as John Hunt”

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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