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My Ermine likes eating Weasels too. But he enjoys Goodberries and Alcohol much more.
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The reality of scroll-hunting (Unfinished)
So, we've resolved to go hunting down these scrolls, for now. We've returned the ones we had to the temple of Pelor, and went off to get some more. Of course, nothing ever gets to be as easy at it seems at first, but if we knew how the journey was gonna be at the start, what would be the fun there?
We traveled up the mountain after that crazy flood wiped out Deadstone- stupid name for a town that wants to stay alive- and the wilds lady, "Yanos" or what's her name, she finds us some nice Keldvor tracks in the snow. That's real convenient- exactly who we're looking for. They're the ones who bought scrolls from that gnome.
There are also some really big, obvious tracks alongside the human tracks- giants. Giant tracks are pretty easy to spot since their foot stamps down into the ground so deep. The giant tracks aren't running, a sign that the giants and the Keldvor might be working together.
We followed the tracks until we came across a cave carved into a rocky cliffside. Outside of the cave, lounging around, is Bob the staff-wielder and his two pals, as well as some guy in the back near the cave.
I try and talk to one of Bob's red haired pals- all the volcano people clan have this bright red hair- and he just gets pissed at me and pulls out his massive club. Well I was sort of expecting this sort of behavior from that tribe, because they're fire people, you know, and we charge right into battle to fight them. The giant white wolf snatched the legs out from under one of the tribesman and he fell to the snow, and barely got a chance to stand before he's been knocked unconscious.
Mark had been lobbing darts at the people but eventually came down the cliff because they were being burned alive up there by the fire mage's spells, and I think he was out for a little bit during the battle. Rhasta- he's that fist fighter- charged the fire mage and was trying to distract him, but not to much luck. Finally we were able to fight off Bob and his friends.
The fire mage made the vines around us move and try and grab at our ankles, so we had to leave the three tribal warriors bleeding while we dealt with the fire mage, and unfortunately the three warriors died. I'd hoped we could be all diplomatic-like with them rather then killing them, but I suppose it was a good death anyway, fighting.
We did manage to revive the fire mage, and I tried to tell him how the scrolls were cursed and bad luck to have around but he decided I was lying, based on something some unseen ally was telling him. He asked to be killed by fire, so we did it. I burned the other bodies just to make sure they were properly shown to the afterlife since it was certain they were dead and it seemed their tribe wanted the bodies burned. After the fight was over, the blood was all over the snow, and heavy muddy tracks scraped all along the hill's edge.
We camped for the night near the cave and when the next patrol came out, they were saying it was 'fire giant treachery!' that the last guards had been killed. A couple of guys kept watch that night, and more arrived in the morning to take over.
We spent a lotta time arguing over whose plan was the best, let me tell you. Finally it was decided we'd sent the reluctant Mark into the caves to investigate and see if he couldn't get the scrolls, since he'd been able to do it the first time with the Cult.
He left, and we set up an illusion to be a distraction when he returned. It was to be a fire giant, big and tall, who would laugh at the tribesman and tell them they would all be dead soon. It was an illusion of course, by Al. The mage- I mean the tribal mage, not our mage- he saw it for the fakery it was and told the others, so they didn't go charging after it. While that was a shame, the real shame was that Mark hadn't returned.
We waited longer for him, even waited to see if when they changed guards someone below knew what was going on, and there was nothing. I went down and warned the mage about the scrolls and how dangerous they were, but he just sent me away. So there we were- the fist-fighter, the illusion mage, me, and the wolf lady, all sitting, waiting, wondering if Mark was okay.
We got to discussing plans again, and that was a mess! Well we decided we'd attack strategically, which was okay, and I sang and everyone charged and we fought again with what we had. We did real well this time and since everyone was dead we burnt the bodies again like they would've wanted.
Into the cave we went. It turned out the cave had a long spiraling staircase which led deep into the bowels of Hel- I mean, the mountain. It was about as warm as an oven in there, and twice as sweaty. On the way down the staircase we met a group of dwarves, who revealed Mark to us. Mark said as how he'd been captured with the dwarves and how he'd scouted a bit and where we needed to go.
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Yea, lorraine has a decent memory and can tell you quite a bit. But let me fill you in on the parts that she couldn't know. My descent into the deep. Before I went I was told that the invisibility lasts for 4 minutes, no problem I think to myself, the temple was hardly 1 minute in and out, so I jump down after a few quick prayers to various gods and enter the mouth and start my descent, full sprint. after 2 minutes down the nonstop spirally descent I have a choice, because at this point, I have seen nothing new, I can either go back and we argue more and do nothing more, or I keep going. Honestly, at the time I didn't think it could be that much further, maybe a minute at most, then I grab the scroll and am back out while visible, but there is a distraction. So, I head down and eventually become visible, still no closer, the plan was after 4 minutes, enact a distraction. I wasn't getting back in time, so the distraction was wasted. so I continue down. An hour later I reach the bottom and its sweltering in my winter clothes so they go. I scout the place as I reach the base and light eminates from the rooms in front. There is a fork, to the left is the warrior living quarters (or so I guess) and to the right is a giant circular pit of lava with 2 other exits. I hide around a bit, wait for the guard change to come and see anyone clears out of the living quarters or if they leave the lava pit. No such look, so eventually I get anxious and try to sneak around the lava pit, but I get spotted and have to flee, I dropped some caltrops and hid fairly well, or so I thought. The barbarian gathered a group and searched me out, I immediately threw up my hands and surrendered. I figure I can escape out from under their dumb noses better than I can fight their well used muscles. They walk me past into one of the 2 exits of the lava pit, through a chamber with 4 large pillars, and a throne along with a big table, everything sized for a giant. The room was carved out of pure adamantium. they then throw me into a small room and close the portculis behind me, the room has 5 dwarves in it, miners who hollowed the place out for themselves before the barbarians came with the fire giants and took it over and started feeding the dwarves to the giants, thats why there were still alive, to be food. I cant worm through the portculis, its too small, no locks to pick, were not strong enough to lift the thing, and I try fashioning a lasso to reach the crank and try to life it up enough to worm under, but still, no luck, Its to far away. I was almost becoming worried. Then I remembered, back when we fought the azmodian cultists we took some items from them, and in exchange for some gold from the party stash I opted for the gaseous form potion, in case of situations such as, well, this. I am so brilliant sometimes I even fool myself. So i slip through the portculis and open the grate and let the dwarves out, they are only minors but i give them some spare weapons I have, we enounter no problems as we escape, I examine the throne before I leave and there is a trapped box beneath it, I dont know how to remove traps. So we leave, and meet the rest of the party half way up.
The dwarves were ungrateful for saving them from being finger food, no reward.
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Re: A New Beginning
who is going to write up, the write up? light, i think its your turn.
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I'll see if I can sometime this week when I'm not swamped with work :P
Yeah I won't be getting XP for a write-up and I probably won't have tome anyway so....
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Drow, Wee Jas, Palor, and Azmodius
Yes I'm nervous -I'm finding it hard to sleep at night these days, dreadfully hard. Especially in these churches, why would you call me mad for being uneasy in a church? Very unsecure things these churches are.
Last time we spoke my companions and I had just handed off our 3 scrolls from the barbarians to the church. We took the free room at the church, and in that night I was visited. I dont know what manner of magic he used, but a lone member of the cult of Azmodius entered my dreams and showed me a port city, informing me my answers are there. I did not recognize the city, I also surmized from his words that there were more than one faction after the scrolls.
We decided to talk to our good friend Krin, who apparently had skipped town, leaving mass memory loss in his wake. His amnesia ridden apprentice was no help, and after checking the ludicrous asufma out, we found he left with his scrolls. I can also not begin to imagine why Albert would ever want to join such an order.
South, that was our only clue. Anchorhead was the decided destination for our group. As I mentioned before, I have no clue the name of the city that was shown to me in the vision, but I do know that it was a port city, so after much persuasion, especially trying to convince Janos to get on a boat, was like pulling teeth, we head out to Anchorhead.
I did not find my city on the way, and we did not find many clues, other than deadstone again.
The triumphant return of our party, to the only city that knows our name. Well, they dont know me, but they know everyone else, especially Caimalar, a local celebrity he is there. So much so, that they feel like burdoning with all their troubles. Apparently a demon-esque serial rapist is running rampant throughout the city. Dark black eyes, immense strength, and a pile of bodies from anyone who gets in the way is our only description that and his grin that stretches from ear to ear. I decide this is not our time, we are after the scrolls. They convince me to help out anyways, in the end, they were right.
We stalk the night, I peer from the rooftops and spot him after an hour of searching. Already on his victim for the night, a careful shot with a dart lands right into the base of his neck, he turns those dark eyes upwards towards me, not careful enough I think. Before I can react he has climbed the wall with those claws of his and was in front of me, with that damned smile, teeth glinting in the night. 25 feet to the next roof, and damn, I slip, only make it 24 feet. The ground is hard, and I scream for back up and book it. Our pray has the same idea and starts to flee, then spots Janos and her own personal claws. He just cant resist and charges back in. Caimalar tends to the victim during the battle, and our pray manages to pin Janos and take her to teh ground while being stabbed repeadedly.
Now, I don't yet have a very formed oppinion of Albert, he's accused me of being a theif on numerous occasions, but mainly leaves me alone. However one thing is to be said for him, he is a prick to fight. There was our demonic hunted pinned Janos, blink your eyes once, and now Rasta, our monk, is replaced. The demon man is not happy and claws rasta up, Janos claws him back and takes him down, while I slide a blade through his throat.
Inquisitor Caimalar is his official title actually, and he is officially the towns hero at this point. That night we sleep in the church. These damned unsafe churches.
I awaken along with Albert at night to find we can barely move, everyone else is out cold and the cult is here, most importantly however, the man from my dream is here. We exchange a few words, and I hold my blade. They take the body and leave. We are out of clues and leads now.
Kendalla. Newly formed island city and haven for thieves, cultists, and the lowest of the low, merchants. Money grubbing bastards. The church teleports us to the nearest city and we take a boat in. As soon as we reach the port I know. This is the city from my vision, there is something here. We meet up with a few scoundrals under the pay of the church and they guide us to a swamp, Janos informs us with a hint of pain in her voice, that its dying and toxic. I dont want to spend to much time here. We hurry up and find the cave, the cult. 4 guards outside, 1 is a magic user, I hates them and their fire. We set up, but I slip up, make to much noise and we wait and we hide while they search and fail. The guard sent to inspect under the orders of the paranoid ***** witch returns to formation.
There was a hint of dissent from the guards to the witch. Albert, being the prick he is, gods bless his soul, takes advantage. "Crazy *****, losing her mind" the guard says through unmoving lips. She loses her mind and we see fire rain down on him. He begs from mercy, a moment of silence, then more insubordination flows from his being not of his will, but of Albert's. More fire, screams, and a thud.
The battle is vicious, I get burned badly, it is a good thing we have many clerics, we finally put them all down then head inside.
The monk was feeling ill however, and we left him in the trees with the loot. This would also be a good time to point out that lorraine is no longer with us, she was caught up in a legal battle. Good thing. See, I call it edge. Edge is that first strike you get off before the enemy can react. Edge is being unseen. Edge, is how you stay alive. Lorraine would call edge unfair, and not up to her epic standards. Edge is how we won that battle.
Retreating, is how we survived the next one. inside the cave we found the cultists listening to a drow priestess with her body guard. On the altar in the middle of all of them, was the corpse with that demonic smile. A lesser scroll they called it, the drow also seemed to be the more powerful of the factions here. You better believe we ran, and we hid. Charging through the swamp, Caimalar, Albert and I fled, Yanos a different direction, and the monk very far ahead. I thought we were in the all clear, we slowed to a walk. The blade entered under my armpit and slid right through my chest, and pulled out gushing blood as I went down. 1 single strike and I was face down. The Cleric put me up, and we were face to face with the drow assassin. 3 to 1 and we still got put through the ringer before she retreated using a gaseous form potion.
We regroup, but something is still wrong here. I have no clue whats going on, and there has to be something in that cave that we are missing. So I leave on my own to return to the cave, Yanos comes with for protection. Caim and Al return to the church on their own.
In the cave, well, I dont remember much but a voice. A voice of someone who follows Wee Jas. A voice that didn't kill me, which is the only reason I can trust it.
The cult could have killed me, but they didn't. They need the scroll Wee Jas has. Wee Jas could have killed me, but he didn't, I'm not sure why there, but I'm going to assume Wee Jas needs some more scrolls as well. I was also told that the church of Palor wants me for a martyr. Then don't forget that I know Borgan and the Crystal Knights aren't to fond of my kind.
I cant sleep easy in these churches, I cant sleep easy with those who are supposed to protect me taking orders from those who want me dead. I can't sleep easy with those who want me dead have had no trouble in the past finding and reaching me.
I fear it will be many nights before I do sleep easy, I fear more that this easy rest will be under 6 feet of dirt, although in all honesty, I doubt they'll bury me.
Until that night I'll continue to play the marionette and the fool, until I know where to sink my blade anyways.
Why does the rogue hurt? Because he is his own faction, and nobody likes that.
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Part One: Conspiracy
Two Scrolls and the Lost Gnome
I'll take a grand day of traveling over arctic ice over court room drama anyday, and I got my chance the instant the traveling group showed up from their excursion. I guess they'd been cough up in looking for scrolls while I was stuck in some silly room listening to that Captain rattling off what a good girl she'd been and won't they promote her.
So anyway, the traveling group- Al, Mark, Rhasta, Yanos, and that wolf- are looking for Krynn, who's run off again. They know he's gone far to the north to some "Null Port" place but it's far enough north that the lake's frozen over and we'd have to walk from a southern port.
Walk we did, over the snow and icy wastes- with the brilliant sun glittering off the still white snow and all- until we came across a big blue giant sitting on his polar bear kills. Well, he must've been a pretty strong warrior to kill all them bears, and I didn't mean him any harm, but I suppose once he saw us he made his mind up that he was going to add us to the pile of dead polar bear bodies, and he started swinging at us with the axe. Yanos turned into a kitty-cat and we all surrounded the giant, and nearly all died, too, but somehow me made it through.
The giant fell with a mighty thud and much dusting of snow, and we moved on to Null Port. We got there and I went looking for Krynn. Some fellow at the bar- dwarf I think, nice guy- was all helpful and explained as how there was a gnome to the north, in a town, and that the gnome vacationed there often, and as how that was the only gnome he'd heard of round these parts. So we traveled north, and lo and behold, we walked through a cave and came out over the lovely little town of Flynn, or whatever it is.
Once we get to Flynn, there's this real paranoid guy- reminds me of Mark a bit, you know?- who says as nobody remembers that the gnome was here and how the gnome went and erased all their memories and how the gnomes lives up the mountains. That was a pretty strong hint to me that we weren't gonna find any more information around the town as to where Krynn'd gone to, so we used our eyes and Yanos found a little copper roofed building up against the hill. The problem was, it was a very steep, snow covered hill, and not one we could just walk up. So Mark went to tie up rope and get it ready for a grand climb.
It would have been quite the climb, actually, only Caimilar spotted something else out of place. He came and spoke to us and said he'd seen a figure going into a cave in the mountains, and how the figure was carrying a lantern bright with magic. The cave, he said, seem gnomish in design.
We resolved to check out this cave first, in case it should have some sort of tunnel leading to the building, since it seemed like the copper roofed building would be awfully inconvenient to walk up to. And as we approached the cave we could see that some of the designs and colors looked right, like that building on the hill, so it seemed like wed made the right choice.
The right choice can be so dangerous, though!
We made it into the tunnel and to a shaft which had a stairwell on it; there were two of those cultist thugs waiting their with their giant ball of zap. Well, I managed to pin one and he never quite made it away when he tried to flee, but the other went running, yelling some sort of nonsense about how we'd regret this day.
The man I'd pinned had some pretty neat gauntlets that did some zappy lightning thing when you put your mind to it, so I put those one, and then realized my armor didn't match. So hey, I put on the guy's armor too just for good measure. Meanwhile, Mark had found some sort of levers and he used them to summon an 'elevator' which we took up the shaft rather then the rickety, worn out stairs.
The elevator led to some kinda boring rooms, up to the top, where we found Krynn and that man with the lantern Caimilar had spoke of. The lantern-man was probably dead, or at least was crumpled on the floor, and Krynn wasn't acting himself at all. He had a mad edge to him, a sort of desperation mixed with an overconfident arrogance. Well we pinned him as we had so many times before, but he got Rhasta and Mark with mind-magic before we were able to calm him down enough to have him surrender and speak.
Krynn went over these mad plans he had about coups and Borgan and the scrolls blowing up the crystal palace and some other stuff about the cult of Asmodeous I should have paid more attention to, but it didn't all fit together right and so I mostly ignored it. We took the two scrolls he had on him and gave them to Caimilar for safekeeping, and then Krynn did something- I don't know what- and we found ourselves somewhere else!
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Deserted on a Tropical Island
Part Two: Paradise?
The sky was visible over the giant wedge shaped leaves on the trees. The hot air hung over us like a heavy mist. I was pretty damn sure we weren't in Vendega anymore, but just where we were I wasn't so uncertain.
We found a long expanse of sandy beach and walked North along it, led by Mark who seemed to know what he was doing at the time. After a couple of days we hadn't found no town, but this weird ghost of Al appears and speaks to us. He wants to know: where have we been? What's going on? And so forth.
Ah, Al, we shouldn't have included all that about the Crystal Palace! We should have just said: Stranded on tropical island on beach. Got two scrolls. Everyone's okay. Krynn is dangerous. But we didn't know. We told him about how Krynn said that there was some sort of plot he had about Borgan overthrowing the kingdom and that we'd found Krynn and fought cultists. We tried to give him location, too, but his ghost blinked out.
We traveled North for a bit longer, and his ghost appears again and talks to us and tells us to go South, not North. And we tell him what else we can about where we've been and that Krynn's probably dead. So we changed our course, with Mark assuming all sorts of silly guises- Pirate!- to lead the way.
Eventually we came across this thin little peninsula with what looks like a dock on it, and we approach it hopefully, only to find the little shacks have been abandoned for a while and there's nothing like a town there. We'd gotten a little sick of walking all over the place and it is a nice day, so Rhasta set up to fish while the other three of us looked around and take a break. I figured we haven't checked under the water yet, and so I take the bottle of unending air we've got and look around in the warm water. There's some weird looking fish under that dock and also a few wooden planks, but after I'd gotten out deeper I see something that looks to be a sunken boat in the water. It's hard to move big planks of wood by oneself, or at least awkward, so I went back up to the surface to see if the others would like to check it out too. I found Caimilar and Mark talking- Yanos is off with her wolf- and Rhasta's still fishing, so I went to ask the former two if they wanted to go for a swim.
It would have been a nice little swim too, except that there was a ripple on the dock and suddenly three of those Asmodean thugs are on the dock. The man on their right began talking to Mark the 'vessel' and trying to get him to go with them. I didn't like the way there were talking to him and he didn't seem to like it none neither, so I stepped forward and Mark stepped back and I demanded to know what was in it for all of us. They got frustrated with this idea that we weren't gonna go with them and wham! three bolts of pure lightning shot at me by the three of them. Fortunately the little shield I'd been wearing protected me from the worst of it.
I would've charged them but the area grew a strange, heavy fog that meant I couldn't see them. I was able to find Caimilar and Mark met up with us in the fog as well, and we talked. Well, they wanted Mark and the scrolls, and Mark's pretty sneaky but it seems they have some way to track him down, and the scrolls were on Caimilar, who's trustworthy but had no way of getting out of the mess. So I took the scrolls and ran off the dock with them to provide a distraction to the three cult thugs. They were up in the air and fired some more of those bolts of lightning at me- that hurt a lot, under the water, but I had the lightning shield and could take it all right.
Eventually I got deep enough that they couldn't find me and I think they stopped pursuing. I couldn't really see above the surface of the water and I didn't want to come up to see their smiling faces while up in the air, because they're awfully hard to hit with a sword when they're hovering to far for me to reach, so I walked along the ground under the water for a bit. Merely swimming up to check if they were there wasn't an option because of the weight of the armor I'd pulled off the cultist before we got transported.
I came out of the water after a bit and rested in the forest with the weird looking trees; Al's ferret came to visit me before nightfall. I figured we'd share watches to both of us got a chance to rest, but before it was my turn to get some sleep, I heard the noise of hoofbeats on the beach. We hadn't seen no wild horses around here and no signs of a town, so the idea of a horse was pretty odd here, and I went to check it out.
Two horses were pulling a big carriage along the firm part of the beach, with a driver directing them. Surely, they were going to a town, so I managed to hitch a ride with them even though the driver didn't speak any Vendegan. He was really suspicious of my armor at first, and I realized they didn't like cultists none and that was a blessing to be sure, because I don't really like cultists none either. I took the armor off after he'd talked nonsense to me for a little bit, because he seemed to think I'd get attacked if I was wearing it.
I must've dozed off for a bit, because when I awoke we were at a city.
I wandered about for a bit, but couldn't find any travelers in the taverns that spoke Vendegan, and unfortunately Caimilar and Mark and Yanos and Rhasta weren't there. Remembering that the carriage-master had been so awfully nervous about my armor, I resolved to get the symbols beaten out of it so it wouldn't have all the cultist stuff. I found an armor-smith who spoke Vendegan, but he refused to touch the armor on account as how he didn't want to be seen with it. He suggested I get out of the town quietly and quickly because some cultists had been around town killing guards and looking for a group of Vendegans. It seemed like pretty good advice, but I wasn't going to leave without my friends.
I stayed in the tavern for a night and the next day Mark and the crew showed up while I was getting a drink fro me and the ferret. I told them the situation and we resolved to find a ship fast. Mark was going to do the talking because none of these people spoke Vendgean.
The first ship we came to had some jerk who wanted to blackmail us and I would've beat him up for it too, except that I wasn't too keen on the idea of attacking the guards who would have come to his aid. He game some finality of how if we didn't pay him he'd call the guards on us and have us arrested for being Vendegan. I got frustrated with his yappy threats and walked off the boat into the water, where the others followed shortly.
No guards pursued us, and Mark was able to find us some elven ship to travel on, so we sailed back to Anchorhead on that.
Once we got back to Anchorhead, Caimilar went to speak to his church and learned as how Al had been arrested for translating our words to the Crystal Palace- he was suspected of treason! The government thought Al'd killed us all and was working with Krynn on some sort of scheme, which of course is completely untrue. We're heading to the Palace now to straighten things out- and I can't believe I'm crazy enough to go back to that damned court room. Ugh!
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Wait, what was I arrested for? Ryan should fill me on on what was happening for me.
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To the best of our knowledge Albert was arrested for treasonous acts against the crystal knights and the crown while, and for aiding the evil gnome psion Krinn in his attempt at a coup.
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