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Our roots are as A Shroud of the Avatar fan based Podcast series from Lord Baldrith, Lord Asclepius, and Stile Teckel. Recapping recent news, poetry, and fan fiction from the community for this great game (website located at http://www.shroudoftheavatar.com). Echoes from the Cavern is sub-cave of Caverns, Dungeons, and Beyond at www.thecaverns.net.



We also look at non-SotA projects from time to time and may expand out interests into other communities, genres, games, etc.. as interest and opportunity present.



Our fan fiction is made similar to that of Old Time Radio Shows and audio books. We have done full cast productions with over 30 people voice acting to the simple one person narrator. We work with people from all over the world who donate their time and talent for these productions.



Please note: This is a community-run project, and any and all content may deviate from the fictional canon of the game, movie, or other origin material. This show may contain adult/mature content and by choosing to listen to it you will not hold anyone liable if you are offended by any content.

Echoes from the Caverns Echoes From the Caverns

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Our roots are as A Shroud of the Avatar fan based Podcast series from Lord Baldrith, Lord Asclepius, and Stile Teckel. Recapping recent news, poetry, and fan fiction from the community for this great game (website located at http://www.shroudoftheavatar.com). Echoes from the Cavern is sub-cave of Caverns, Dungeons, and Beyond at www.thecaverns.net.



We also look at non-SotA projects from time to time and may expand out interests into other communities, genres, games, etc.. as interest and opportunity present.



Our fan fiction is made similar to that of Old Time Radio Shows and audio books. We have done full cast productions with over 30 people voice acting to the simple one person narrator. We work with people from all over the world who donate their time and talent for these productions.



Please note: This is a community-run project, and any and all content may deviate from the fictional canon of the game, movie, or other origin material. This show may contain adult/mature content and by choosing to listen to it you will not hold anyone liable if you are offended by any content.

    Elf Lore – the Fate of the True Elves, featuring the New Britannia Theater Troupe

    Elf Lore – the Fate of the True Elves, featuring the New Britannia Theater Troupe

     

    (Insert music track # 44 – “Medieval Introduction” by Tristan Lohengrin)

     

    MAXIE

    Disclaimer: Any character’s resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  This audio play is a work of fiction and does not reflect real world events. Any opinions expressed are those of the writer and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Avatars Radio or Portalarium.

    Due to mature subject matter, parental discretion is advised.

    Hope you enjoy the show!

     

    (Insert “Spacecraft Hatch Opening” sound effect) 

     

    MAX (male robotic voice)

    Welcome, Serafina…

     

    SERAFINA

    Max, requesting access to historical records on the true elves in order to prepare for my mission…

     

    MAX

    Accessing “The History of New Britannia, Vol. 1” by the noted historian, Theodric, as requested…

     

    ***************************************************************************************

             

    (Insert music track # 1 – “Epic Adventure” by James Stratton-Crawley. Loop as needed until end of scene.)

     

    MAX

    PROLOGUE

    A long time ago, in a parallel universe…King Arodon and his daughter Lanthirthel are facing their doom…

     

    (Insert “Starship Rumble 1” sound effect by MiceHead)

    (Insert “Rocket Thrusters” sound effect)

     

    The time ship, Tanken-Ka, piloted by its artificial intelligence, Max, races toward a dying planet. It enters orbit and deploys its stellar converter which begins draining energy from the nearby star to provide power for the experimental rift amplifier attached to the ship’s nose.

    Meanwhile, down on the dying planet below, a small tribe of slim, highly attractive, fair skinned elves stands huddled together on the edge of a cliff as waves of destruction caused by the Armageddon spell cast by the Avatar destroys the land around them.  The island of Skara Brae is visible a short distance away.

     

    (Insert “Earthquake” sound effect)

     

    PRINCESS LANTHIRTHEL

    Father, the earthquakes have caused a large chasm to form!  There is no way across to the dock on the other side!

     

    MAX

    King Arodon nods as he speaks into a glowing orb in his right hand.

     

    KING ARODON

    We are cut off from Skara Brae, Halkon!  Go on without us!  At least, we will die knowing that the other elven tribes and the humans will survive this planet’s destruction…

    MAX

    A glowing mystical dome suddenly surrounds Skara Brae. 

     

    (Insert “Energy Shield” sound effect – by Eevan – first 20-30 seconds only)

     

    It slowly rises from the ocean and then soars off into space.

     

    (Insert “Sci-fi Rocket Launch 01” sound effect – by sandyrb)

     

     The waves of destruction are visible in the distance, rapidly closing in on the elves’ position!

     

    PRINCESS LANTHIRTHEL

    Hold me, father!

     

    KING ARODON

    I love you, my darling Lanthirthel!   At least, we will face death together…

     

    MAX

    Just then, a bright beam of light pierces the clouds and strikes the long dormant lunar rift behind them. 

     

    (Insert “Energy Blast” sound effect by Kinoton)

     

    The lunar rift begins to glow aether blue as it powers up.

     

    (Insert “Portal Continuous Rumble” sound effect by zimbot)

     

    And then, Nystal TimeLord steps through.

     

    NYSTAL TIMELORD

    Hello, old friend!

     

    KING ARODON (surprised)

    Nystal?!

     

    NYSTAL TIMELORD

    Hurry! Salvation lies this way in another universe!

     

    KING ARODON (yelling)

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    A Not So Scary Short Story – by Bee Striker – narrated by Asclepius

    A Not So Scary Short Story – by Bee Striker – narrated by Asclepius

    Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, and I’m delighted to welcome a new author to the ranks. This is a piece by Bee Striker, entitled

    A Not So Scary Short Story

    Background music by Smartsound

     

    It started as a trickle as she walked under the awning to avoid the rain. As she extended her hand to touch the drops, a rough hand grabbed it, forcing her to swing around. A pale face with dark eyes met her surprised stare. Before she could respond, the man released her with a quick turn and walked off.

    The intense moment had gone straight through her entire body, and she felt something pull out of her…or in her. She couldn’t really tell. She shuddered. A quick look around made her realise nobody seemed to notice anything odd had just happened. Shaken, she headed home, quickly looked around, and locked her door.

    The unsettled feeling did not leave as she readied for bed. She felt silly as she double checked the lock on her door, the windows, every room, and even under her bed before she climbed into bed. She tried to calm herself but sleep would not come.

    “Please help me.” She sat up. What the hell was that? “Please…help…” The voice initially startled her but quickly grew faint. She flew out of bed and flicked on the light. She looked under the bed again, flung open her closet, and opened her bedroom door. She stared into the darkness in silence. Nothing.

    She didn’t know how long she stood in her bedroom doorway. A cool draft reminded here she was barefoot. After a quick glance around the dark house, she crawled back into bed.

    A man’s limp body lay with heavy chains anchoring his feet to the cement floor. A worn loincloth was his only covering. His damp hair stuck to his pale face. Each slight movement made him groan in pain. “help me..” He wasn’t sure if he actually voiced that or it was just in his head. He heard a door creak open and footsteps slowly descend the stairs. He turned away preparing himself for more pain.

    She woke up with a start, bewildered at what she just saw. The face of the man was eerily familiar. A quick image of the man who had grabbed her earlier flashed before her eyes. It was him! Why did she just have a vision of him? Was it real, or just a dream? It sent a chill through her to the core.

    The next morning she ran back to the awning where she first encountered the man. Eyes flitting back and forth, she saw no sign of him. Which direction had he gone when he walked away? She tried to think. Following what she thought was the direction, she headed down the street. At the end of the block she paused, not knowing which way to go. For no reason at all, she turned right, crossed the street, and headed down the sidewalk. The sidewalk started to decay as she continued walking.

    Something made her pause in front of a small lot. Weeds dominated the landscape, almost drowning out the small shack. Weeds scratched her legs as she approached the building. She listened for any indication of life as she slowly walked up to the door. The screen door was ripped and the shabby door was ajar. The door creaked as she slowly pushed it open. A sparse room gave her an apathetic greeting. The worn couch sat quietly next to an old coffee table. She felt the lone beer bottle resting on the table. It was warm.

    A groan made her alert to someone else in the house. She spun around towards the door. Nobody had entered behind her. Her ears almost perked up trying to listen. “Help me…” The helpless plea seemed to be calling from below. As she looked around the house, she noticed a small staircase around the corner. The stairs creaked as she cautiously descended.

    The dank room surrounded her as the aroma attacked her senses. She forced her eyes to adjust to the darkness. A man lay almost motionless on the floor. A chain anchored his ankles to the floor. A worn loincloth was his only covering. He w

    • 5 min
    Black Rose Chronicles 11 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Black Rose Chronicles 11 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with the next chapter of a wonderful story from Belladonna Rose, entitledBlack Rose ChroniclesBackground music by Smartsound

    Trudging down the road back towards Farmer Filmore’s she could see all manner of creatures about.Bears, wolves, rabbits and squirrels. Crops growing in the farmer’s fields. Cotton. Strange. But that is probably how he makes his living. As she reached the entrance to the road that led to the farmer’s house some bandits made their way up the road….seeing her they turned and made way into the brush.Finding their comrades on the road…dead..they must of thought better than to approach her. Funny she thought.Halfway down the path she noticed fresh graves next to the tattered shack. The farmer must have gone inside and found Darwin and Quentin and decided to bury them. With that done she decided to leave the old man alone. With a turn of the heel she went on down the main path back to the bridge.As she got close to the bridge the lady guard stepped out and met her. Sadly, Bella handed her the note she found on Quentin’s body. The poor girl was distraught. After reading the missive she scribbled a message on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Bella.“Please take this back to the Cap’n and tell her what you found. I will remain at my post as ordered.She need not fear that I will leave. It will be my duty to avenge my poor Quentin.” She slowly turned wiping the tears from her face and took her post near the bridge.Bella tucked the note in her vest and made her way back up the hill towards the camp. A few of the foolish bandits attacked her but she easily took care of them. This time she was going to check their pockets. A few coins and trinkets. She remembered something one guard said about returning heirlooms that the bandits had stolen. She would return these as well. The guards at the edge of the rope bridge were busy with a couple of those zombie things and immediately cleared the way so she could cross over. The camp was rather peaceful when she entered just before midday.Looking to the one side of the camp the children were playing around their small campfire. She approached and stood watching for a minute. One of them stopped and looked her way.“Ohhh. It be you. The Sword Breaker. What ya be wantin from us today? Here to spoil our fun some more?” Bella gave the child a scowling look and then walked closer to them. They all stopped their dancing and looked at her with a bit of fear in their eyes.“Nay I do not wish to spoil your entertainment. I just thought you might want this.”Holding the book up over their heads they all stared in disbelief. “Is that the Bloody Bones?”All the children ran towards Bella as she teased them with the book. She laughed as they jumped up and down trying to get the book.“Gimme that book Outlander. That is ours. We needs that book so we can sing the song right.”Bella looked down at them and scowled again. “You do know that Bloody Bones is not a fairy-tale don’t you? Bloody Bones is real. And each time you sing that song it brings that creature out searching for who is singing its song. “The children looked at her with surprise. Then jumped up and down laughing and cheering.“She did it…she did it. The Outlander did it. She gots us the Bloody Bones.”It was obvious these children had no clue what they were doing. But that was none of her business one way or the other…..she tossed the book in the air and let them fight over it. Laughing over her shoulder as they scrambled about trying to hold onto the book she moved on towards the guard.The guard looked her up and down and smiled. “Thank you for giving them some glimmer of hope.They know not what they do but they just try to stay entertained best they can. Eventually we will get them to a town and have them looked after better.”Bella smiled

    • 8 min
    Black Rose Chronicles 10 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Black Rose Chronicles 10 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with the next chapter of a wonderful story from Belladonna Rose, entitled

    Black Rose Chronicles

    Background music by Smartsound

    With the intent to make the best use of the daylight Bella moved out and down the road. But despite the time of day it was overcast and quite foggy. She could see the fog rise above the cliff edges from the river below. Whoever carved this place out was insane. Those cliff edges were very steep and jagged. Keeping her wits about her she could hear things rambling about in the brush and bushes. No telling what was out there to greet her.

    In the short distance she could make out what looked like abandoned buildings. To the right was a burned-out husk of one building. That didn’t look good. Suddenly from out of nowhere one of those zombie creatures and two skeletons came towards her. Quickly she pulled her sword out and took a full swing at them all. Clattering of bone and the ill sounding smack of her blade against flesh made her wince. That sound is one she will never get used to. Wiping the blood from her blade on the grass she stood and proceeded down the road. Over a period of half an hour or so she dispatched everything that came forth. Even some of the lower ranked Cultists were taken out silently.

    Weaving between two of the back buildings of the area she saw a bonfire glow. As she crept closer she could hear chanting from the three cultists moving around it. And suddenly something happened.

    Quickly she pulled her bow out and lined an arrow up to fire. There in the midst of the fire stood a mishappened woman…covered in blood and bandage. Raising her hands to the sky and chanting some sort of spell. OH NO you don’t Bella thought to herself. Firing off a shot it hit the woman and she turned in Bella’s direction. Pulling out two more arrows she fired another volley and the woman collapsed into the flames. Blue light spewed up high in the sky and then vanished. She was gone. But that didn’t stop the cultists from making their way towards Bella. Coming out from the cover of the broken-down garden wall she fired off rapid shots at each one…taking them down quickly. Checking each cultist to make sure they were dead she found a few gold pieces and she pocketed them quickly.

    As she made her way close to the bonfire she noticed that a strange color ooze was all around on the ground. There was no way she was touching that stuff. So she just moved on.

    Climbing across the wall and heading towards the edge of the old town again she heard the chanting. Same sounds same set up. As carefully as she could she watched and waited. Again the woman appeared. Rapid fire shooting and down she went. Again she took out the cultists too. This must have been what Captain Kinsey was talking about. She would be sure to report this.

    By the time she made her way back to the tattered road going towards Ackerley’s place the sun was beginning to go down. Picking up the pace she made her way to the shack. Fighting every step of the way with zombies, skeletons and wolves. Exhausted she was happy to see that broken down shack . As she started to knock on the door Ackerley open it and smiled.

    “Knew you would make it back. I told ya so. Besides I heard all the noise nearby and took me a peek through the shutters. I saw you taking down some of that riff raff out there. You be a good one with that there sword. Glad to see you back.”

    With that he took her by the arm and ushered her inside. Shut and bolted the door. Then went about his business. Shaking her head she made her way to the water basin and bucket and cleaned herself up a bit. Looking about there was nothing hot to eat so she grabbed a pot and rooted around for something to cook. Putting what vegetables she could find together she made a quick stew. After an hour or two it was done and Ackerley made sure he scooped h

    • 7 min
    Interview with the Dragon Goddess 11 – by Draxenath

    Interview with the Dragon Goddess 11 – by Draxenath

    Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with the next instalment of this wonderful story by Draxenath. It is entitled

    Interview with the Dragon Goddess

    Background music by Smartsound

     

    Part 15: ConclusionMany years passed between the interview and the writing of this conclusion. I have spent countless hours reading books at the ancient library. The amount of knowledge contained within its books would empower the people to do unimaginable things that could either bring prosperity or self-destruction. Time and time again, The Goddess would remind me: “The majority of the sentient mortals are not ready for the knowledge and technology amassed by Humenalia. She had a chosen few who would be her disciples and the ones applying the knowledge within this library for the good of the inhabitants of Curiosity”.It was a fairly large metropolis with several thousands of inhabitants, completely isolated from the outside world in order to prevent the theft and misuse of its technology. Deep down, I really want to share all of this knowledge with the world, but I am also worried it might be used for terrible purposes. Maybe Amaxis thought the same and left it there to be mostly forgotten and thought of as myths.When I started this interview, I was not expecting to have the pleasure of finding this fountain of unlimited knowledge. As for my expectations towards Draxenath, I thought she would be more like Amaxis, a proud deity who would never admit fault and would proclaim any of his opponents as enemies of the world. Instead, I found a strong yet fragile goddess, grieving over past mistakes and feeling devoid of purpose after what she felt was a sign that mortals did not appreciate her devotion to them.Today, I see a determined goddess striving on her new purpose, “healing Humenalia and making preparations for their glorious return”. That makes me reflect on the importance of finding purpose in life. The loss of her purpose drove her to seclude herself and attempt to end her own life. Asking her about her life and letting her know her legends are passed on and prayers are still directed at her after all this time slowly burrowed through her hardened scales and into her heart, driving her to consider if there is yet a new purpose for her to find and live for.As for me, I am now traveling the world with a trusted companion, spreading copies of this interview, and working on a new project of my own, of which no details will be provided for now.-End-



     

    • 3 min
    Black Rose Chronicles 9 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Black Rose Chronicles 9 – by Belladonna Rose – narrated by Asclepius

    Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with the next chapter of a wonderful story from Belladonna Rose, entitledBlack Rose ChroniclesBackground music by Smartsound

     

    Heading across the rope bridge she nodded to the guards again on both sides. Then made her way towards the swampy area. Here is where she was told the bandits hide out. At first glance it did not look like a great hiding place. Making her way through she took out a couple of the pesky bandits and checked them for heirlooms and such of the Solace Bridge survivors. She found a couple. Making her way across the nasty waters she saw a cabin on stilts. This must be the hideout. As she walked up she saw a small tombstone with a candle and flowers. With a sad memoir or ode to a young girl. Lilianna. That is the name of the daughter of the couple in camp. Strange this be way out here. As she rose up from the stone she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Turning she was face to face with a haggered looking bandit.“Was a sad day when my Lilianna died. I swore I would always remember her sweet angelic face.”Puzzled Bella stepped away from him.“Are you the one who stole the painting from her parents. If so I would appreciate if you could return it so they can move on from this horrid place.”Chuckling under his breath he turned and walked towards the cabin. “Aye. I took it cause it belongs to me. Lilianna painted that portrait of herself for me so that I could remember what she looked like. Before she could give it to me the Bridge was attacked and she died to those foul undead things.” Clearing his throat trying to hold back his anger he went on. “Her parents found it next to her body and took it….claiming it was their. When I saw them come into camp I snuck in and looked through their things and took the painting.”Bella looked down at the ground mulling over what he said. Does she take the painting from him in a fight or does she disregard the whole thing.“I understand it means a great deal to you. But it means a great deal to them as well. They lost their daughter horribly and this is the only thing to give them piece. Would you not part with it for that fact.”He looked her up and down and grinned. “Ahhh you be one of them Outlanders here to help set the world to right again. Nah. I keep it. They can deal with their grief just as I have. If it werent for them and their peddling ways they would never of beenin Solace Bridge and my sweet Lil would never of died. They can rot for all I care.”Walking over to a small campfire he squatted down and looked up at Bella. “I have a copy you know….of the painting. Not as good as the original but you can take it…they can have it and never know the difference.” He poked around the embers waiting for Bella to answer.Not really knowing which way to go she decided she would take the copy back. If they never knew she created it to begin with they might not know the difference. She struck a deal with the bandit leader. “Might I know your name sir. I am Belladonna Rose.”“Aye. Pleasantries escape me of late. My name is Yardley. “

    “I have decided I will take the copy back to them. But mind you if they see it is not the true painting I will be back to take it from you.”

    Trudging back to the camp Bella approached the couple by the campfire. She softly cleared her throat to get their attention but they neither one looked up. Stepping in between them she stood the painting gently infront of them and when they glanced up they both gasped in surprise.“Ohh My. It is the painting. However did you find it?” the gentleman asked. The lady burst into tears and hugged her husband tightly. Bella could see they were both happy and overjoyed to see the painting.“My name is Belladonna Rose and I was told you were looking for this. One of the guards told me to search the bandit camp in the swamps so I made my

    • 18 min

Customer Reviews

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Radi Varbanov ,

Finally a SotA podcast

I finally found a SotA podcast I can listen to on my commute.

The content is OK, but the audio quality needs work. One of the hosts audio has background noise, and when you add the background music, it makes it really hard to hear him clearly. If I where you I would remove the background music and try to clean the noise from the host's mic.

If you remove the background noise and background music it would be a five-star podcast!

Fillybluntz ,

I wanted to like it..

When I saw a podcast for shroud of the avatar I was excited! However I was quickly put to sleep by the slow, droll reading of the news by these guys. Seriously, you will get more excitement watching paint dry.

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