Campaign of the Month: October 2007

Beldorn's Reflection

Damn the rank and file are tough
red veil

Oghma 11-23 501 4th age

Darrius, looking at the ruins of his brother decided to cast a blood spell to absorb knowledge of a spell that his brother had. This required that he drink the blood of his brother. He discovered to his surprise that the brother was not dead but retrieved the spell. He then informed the group that the brother wasn’t dead. Taz wanted to make sure he was but Darrius intervened and left the body and the two of them went back to the group

The group was attacked almost immediately by the Ice Drakes whom seemed to be intent on retrieving the body. Gregori used boundless step to stop the drake from picking up the body. He also noticed that reinforcements for the bad guys were coming. Gregori was able to defeat the drake and again use boundless step to get the body back. As the drakes were being dealt with a wave of frost Giants moving at an incredible rate were upon the group. Although taz tripped and put three of the giants down, it was realized that the group had not enough remaining firepower to defend them and decided to leave

The group got away with Darrius brother body but had to leave the woman behind. Exhausted the group camped and decided to return to the capital. They had another run in with Ioan and warned him of the coming invasion. They then went to the capital. Darrius brother was slowly coming back together but was still unconscious. They made it back to the capital and reported to Khalid the genie. They spent the night, taz and Franz seemed to have a contact with the female ghost from the swamp.

Getting back to the swamps, they found them frozen and many of the lizardmen were essentially ice cubes. They followed the wide swath and found it was moving towards the woods of the rejuvenating pool. They ran into a rear guard of 5 ogres, blew a horn that the ogre had and waited. There were three frost giants. Darrius roasted them but all of them downed potions of fire resistance. The group then went after the giants, two of them however, managed to down potions of displacement. The fight was fierce and Franz went down dead. (-26 I believe). The group made it to the pond and placed Franz in the pond where he came back to life.

In addition, the celestial phenomena The Red Veil appeared, harbingering change.

My brother back from the dead, time to die

Oghma 4-11 501 4th ageThe week passes by. A dot appears in the sky and rapidly grows into the a winged creature with a rider aboard. The creature flares its wings just before Landing. Aurora has her weapon with the blue flag. She shows no fear of the assemblage as she dismounts her beast. She strides up to the base of Saleeds throne and gives a slight bow. “Well King Saleed, we of Smerc are desirous of your positive response to our request.” She moves to a position of rest. Saleed looks at her and at the allies and friends around the chamber. “Aurora, I’m afraid that your request is denied. You are welcome to worship in this land for I believe in choice for religion although I am aware of what you may bring to this land and it bothers me what you do in your religion. I will not allow Smerc to be the state religion.”
Aurora and Saleed stared at each other for several seconds. All could feel the crackle of tension between them. Aurora shook her head. “This is your final answer Saleed?” “My lord expected this and did hope that you would allow this request, but however he has a reply for you.” She pulled out a scroll and handed to Saleed. She then turned away and and began to mount the beast. Several of Saleeds compatriots yelled for saleed not to open the scroll. Aurora, after mounting her beast, her face colored at the shouting of the crowd. “I honor the blue flag of truce. Saleed will not be harmed by the scroll itself but the words there may eventually be his downfall.”
With that she commanded her creature to fly away. Saleed, despite the warnings opened the document and read it and then handed it around. The group meets with Saleed about their meeting with the oracle and his predictions of Saleed being betrayed, that Aurora is being led not by the true leader, of a prophecy of the dead son shall rise. That Darrius brother is still alive although he was different.
Saleed asked the group to head back to the east and to set up the defenses. He would send more aid to them as he could release things to come aid them. As the group was leaving they spotted an eagle circling them and saw it release a scroll which landed at their feet. The scroll after being opened read:

Yes my lords I have seen the army on the march. There are Bugbears leading in disciplined units. There are giants in groups of two moving about. There are smallish dragons flying about. There are bluish looking trolls and blue toads. In between there are a group of largish humanoids riding what appear to be large mooses and in the middle a man, around him is almost a mist that is extreme cold. You can literally see the ground die around him. It is eerie. I can also see some outriders under the banner of Smerc. Doina

Leaving Forge, and the Alchemist to bring up other reinforcements, the group went to the east where they met an old foe whom they had made a deal with. Ioan, the oracle who was leading the swamps of the lizardmen, met them in the swamp. He allowed the group to go through but complained of a female spirit who was killing off his lizards and he blamed the group for her being there. He offered to be the reserve in a sarcastic tone. The group moved through the swamp and was on the border of the bleaklands. They spotted a glint off in the distance and set up watches for the night.

It wasn’t long before they had company. The flying dragonlike things attacked them but got two low and monk was able to leap upon them and bring them to the ground where the brutal ability of the Barbarian showed up. The second one ended up with issues from Darrius. But as soon as the flying brutes were brought down, the group was attacked by a series of chain lightnings from a flying woman. She then tried to charm various members but their individual willpowers were too strong. She was brought down by Darrius d-dooring the monk and grabbing her. She could not carry the weight and began to drift down.

She tried to remove the monk by casting grease on herself but the monks ability overcame her efforts. Once down she didn’t last long.

Then another man appeared. He appeared to have a large field about him radiating extreme cold for the group could see the plant life just die within the field about him. He stopped and spot to Darrius, He was Pavel, whom Darrius had thought dead. Pavel explained that he hadn’t actually died but was raised by the Ice mages. Darrius and Pavel argued about things until Taz the dwarf barbarian, suggested that the time for remorse was over and that Pavel was the bad guy. Darrius agreed and then d-doored the two of them behind the wizard. Despite the intense numbing pain that both of them felt. Taz destroyed the wizard in a single shot.

Going back into action

Oghma 1-3 501-4th age

The group sat down in the great meeting all. Most of his respected advisors, and comrades. Saleed spoke and asked for opinions.. All spoke against allowing Smerc to be the primarily religion, there was more leeway about it being a religion within the realm, although some were against.

Saleed made comment of how poor of shape the army is currently. It needed rest and rebuilding and if an invasion should come could they handle it. There was less agreement about that. Saleed dismissed the group for a bit so he could converse with Khalid.

The group had been offered the eastern part of the kingdom that they had helped clear and were pleased? by it.

Saleed recalled the lot and decided on various courses of action. Forge, Darriius and Franz were sent to ask questions of the oracle of Oghma in the mountains. They also met with Doina, a Druidess whom the group had met tin the past. She indicated that she had been in contact with other druids in the area and it was noted that there was movement along the bleak lands and from the Ostan empire.

the group rode out and during the day noticed that they were being followed from the air, first it was on then two and then three fliers. but they were not assaulted. They bedded down for the night and found there was company nearby. A halforc inquisitor of Smerc named Davor walked into the camp and asked if they had coffee. They chatted and found him to be reasonable except for Darrius whom found his constant talking extremely annoying. In addition Davor noted that Darrius looked remarkably like someone else he had met in his past, an icemage from Rus.

The group was attacked during this conversation by Manticores but were dispatched easily enough. Davor helped in the defense and left in the morning. The group moved to the mountains and were attacked by stone giants whom they also easily dispatched. They reached the oracle. It involved climbing up a steep hill to a small structure. As they were climbing, they were again attacked by somebody invisible and were forced to get into the structure where they closed the opening and met the oracle.

Questions were asked such as about Aurora, the response was that she believed her leader but its not the leader who leads. Asking about who leads, the response was the son who has fallen.

In addition they surmised that the Previous king was alrady dead, that he was influenced to make Saleed the king, that Saleed had enemies in Rus, that there was a traitor in Saleeds camp, and other things before returning to the castle.

the crowning of Saleed Ibn Al Lith

Oghma 1-3 501 4th age

The walls of the castle were festooned with the colors and symbols of the new leadership in Luxor. The Red and yellow with the Manticore Motif was being replaced with the white and blue with a stylized Gold Falcon, among the guests were many of the mercenary company high ranking officers and representatives of many of the other Confederacies of the Dallian Confederacy. Some of these reps owed their position due to the efforts of the Falcon Raiders and others. The date of the coronation was Oghma the first.

The early guests were treated to concerts by the renowned bard from Aleran, Robur lePlante and the Sisters Wyslin playing at opposing ends of the castle area. Soon after was the comedian Arlith and a general fair that everybody could enjoy, Contests involving archery, shoeing a horse, milking cows and drinking contests.

A trumpet of horns signifies the beginning of the cornation of the new King. Saleed ibn AL lith escorted by his genie friend Khalid and the head priest of the Confederacy of Luxor, Jikta Khaveblov, priest of Helme. Stanalescu had abdicated some hours earlier In a quiet ceremony, witnessed by his wizard Dragomir, Saleed and Khalid.

Members of the household guard line the corridor, resplendent in their raiders colors watch the procession. Saleed mounts the dias to the throne. Khaveblov receives the crown and places on Saleed’s head, and pronounces the oath to Saleed.

There is an explosion of applause and Saleed stands and bows to the crowd who bow back. A speech is made by Saleed, and in return various personages present themselves before the new king. The party ensues.

About two hours in, the party is rolling along when there is a commotion just outside the castle. Several of the peasants coming rushing in screaming of a monster and a rider. Everybody gathers their weapons and moves to meet this unexpected threat.

A winged creature, tawny in color, with a semi human like face surrounded by a large mane, stands some 15 feet tall, its tail looks like a series of spikes. There is an armored figure mounted on it. It appears to be a female, dressed in a black and silver plate armor with a flowing black and silver cape. Her helmet is in the shape of a skeletial face. She carries a ranseur with a blue flag attached to it, the sign of truce. She dismounts with a grace and plants her weapon into the ground and strides to the new king. She removes her helmet revealing a strikingly beautiful woman, her hair is short and brown. Her eyes are Ice blue
“I am Aurora, Defender of the faith of Smerc and I’ve come bearing a missive to the new king and his assemblage from the Faith of Smerc. Too long have we not had a voice in a government and we demand that this new king recognize the religion of Smerc as the state religion for this duchy. Failure to do so will in our eyes constitute that a state of War will exist between the religion of Smerc and the Duchy of Luxor.”

The crowd gasped at the audacity of the woman and her statement. Many began to draw weapons and began to prepare spells. Saleed yelled to the assemblage to honor the flag of truce and ordered his personal guard to watch for violation of the truce. Aurora smiled as she looked at Saleed. “ You are indeed a honorable dwarf, so know that my word is also true. If you do not recognize the religion of Smeric as the state religion, a state of war will exist.”

Saleed looked at Aurora, looked at Khalid, looked back at the woman. “When would you want an answer Aurora” Aurora looked a little puzzled by the comment but quickly replied. “ A week would be fine, Saleed. I will return in one week for your answer. “ She grasps her cloak and pulls it around her and walks back to the beast, who kneels for her. She mounts the beast and points to the new king. “Remember that I will be back in one week for your answer” and with a touch to the head of the beast it rose from the ground and was swiftly out of sight.

Saleed rose quickly and motioned to his people, “attend me” and moved to the meeting room.

Around the Duchies
whats going on

MIrelle-The Veristani forces have left Mirelle after making a deal for a chunk of land in which the Veristani will be the new owners. The treaty was sealed after the rescue and Return of Queen Wanda. Justintian 10th

Firenz-Jurgen Ironhand barely escaped from being assassinated at a ribbon cutting ceremony. His senior General Egon Paul was killed though. Egons subordinate commander Helmut Hauk immediately moved up the process of removing the undesirable non humans from Firenz. Woljnar 15th

Estallia- Mt Vaco, at the southern end of Estallia has begun to belch smoke and there have been earthquakes in the area.-Wognar 25th

Aponi-the rebellion against the forces of Rus continues unabated.

Baldamar-King Hamit has ordered his army to put down riots caused by his troops who had returned to Baldamar after the bloody war in Fulda in the Dallian Confederacy. Justintian 4th

Ohgma 13th Red Veil has returned.

The inner sea has been plagued by an increase in Piracy , An increase in the the reward for the most infamous pirate Chiyo Kamia to 50k is hoped to reign in the problem

The Journal of Almerich von Dietrichstahl
First entry

Forge’s Journal

First entry:

For the first time in as long as I can remember, there is a calmness to life; there are no rampaging monsters to slay, no mercenary armies bearing down on us, no extra-dimensional enemies interfering with our lives. Just the tasks of the day to day, smithing, training our troops, managing the slow rebirth of Luxor . . . despite the challenges, it’s comforting, bringing back memories of my father and mother managing our family’s small barony. Perhaps it’s that familiarity, that nostalgia, that has been disturbing my dreams with memories of the past, bringing up the pain of the emptiness inside me that used to be filled by my family . . .

Being with my family, living in Firenze, it feels like a lifetime ago . . . in many ways it was. Sometimes it doesn’t just feel like another life, but another person entirely. What would the boy I was think of me now? A mercenary who kills for money, my hands stained with the blood of so many men and beasts it seems like it’ll never wash off? I’ve been covered in the gore and ichor of my foes so much I know them by the smell and taste of their blood, and more have fallen by my blade than I can count; am I a monster? No matter the cause, can anything justify so much bloodshed, so much killing? Only the gods may know the answer to that, for when I think of it I can find none, only emptiness, void . . . and it terrifies me, that nothingness I find within myself.

Funny, how that reminds me of my family’s history, our origin if you will. You see, it all has to do with Nothing, or more appropriately the Vo-Pah-Los. Every Firenzian child learns the story of Siegfried, Firenze’s first Hero-King, and the Vo-Pah-Los. The Vo-Pah-Los was nothingness made manifest, literally the word for “nothing” in the language of creation. It was a living word, destroying everything it came in contact with, unraveling and destroying the song of creation bit by bit and erasing people, places and things from existence as it did so. No weapon could touch it, becoming undone before they could strike it; no magics could effect it, the words that empower each spell being erased before the eldritch energies could affect the Vo-Pah-Los. Siegfried and his companions were already heroes of the land, having driven back the hordes of the orc warlord Belkzen and slain the great red wyrm Cyranidax that had for so long terrorized and ruled over eastern Firenze, but this was challenge that seemed beyond even them; Johanna the fallen Valkyrie, Baradlandolar the king of the elven nomad tribes, Filcher the Halfling slave turned thief of legend, and Siegfried Drachentöter, none of them could discover a way to stop the Vo-Pah-Los.

It was artisan known only as Kunsthandwerker, who had crafted the hide of Cyranidax into a suit of armor for Siegfried, who found a way. He brought the Heart of the Mountain that they had found in the Great Red Wyrm’s hoard to the dwarven fortress-city of Dun-Torag, said to be the first dwarven city, and entreated the dwarves to teach him the ancient secrets of their wordsmithing. Recognizing his unparalleled skill and the danger facing all existence, they took him in and for the first time taught an outsider their ways. For thirteen days and thirteen nights straight Kunsthandwerker slaved over the forges more ancient than civilization with no sleep or food, chanting in a tongue older than creation, shaping and forging the Heart of the Mountain into the very essence, the word, “sword”. Haggard and drained, he emerged from Dun-Torag to give the blade to Siegfried.

Wielding the true-name for sword, Siegfried faced the Vo-Pah-Los. The battle was fierce, and the toll heavy, with two of Siegfried’s closest companions being unwritten from creation so that the only thing left of them was their absence as their names and the memory of their lives were erased from existence. Filcher supposedly fell to the Vo-Pah-Los as well, though it’s said that the mater thief stole his life from death itself, and that is why we still remember his name and deeds. Baradlandolar invoked ancient blood magics and sacrificed his right eye as tribute to cast a protective spell on Siegfried so he could approach and battle the Vo-Pah-Los. Riding Johanna’s flying steed, Siegfried charged the Nothing and swung his true-name blade at it even as it was stripping away the magic protecting him. For the first and only time, the Vo-Pah-Los was struck, and its truename was shattered, undoing and unwriting it from the song of creation. In the process, the true-name for sword was garbled, warping and distorting it into a useless hunk of ore. Despite rumors that the Vo-Pah-Los had hidden part of its true-name, the threat to all that is and will be was ended. Thus Siegfried became the first hero-king of Firenze.

As reward for his service and bravery, Siegfried bestowed on Kunsthandwerker the title of Baron and the family name Dietrichstahl, giving him a small barony in the southwest of Firenze where Dun-Torag was located, and the remains of Siegfried’s blade as a mark of his families status. How long ago this was is lost to the ages, but in the centuries that followed the barony of Dietrichstahl became a haven for artisans and craftsmen from all parts of the globe. The Dietrichstahl family passed down the passion and secrets of smithing from one generation to the next, and as the area became more and more renowned as the home for the best artists and artisans in the land, combined with the presence of Dun-Torag and forests that were home to many of the nomadic wood elf tribes, the barony of Dietrichstahl grew into a rich and diverse community for demi-humans of all kinds. This tradition would continue for ages, all the way until the rule of my father, Baron Leto von Dietrichstahl; and it would have continued long afterwards, if it weren’t for the rise Jurgen Ironfist whose hate and maleficence tore apart the kingdom, the Dietrichstahl community, my family, and my life in ways far worse than the even Vo-Pah-Los could have . . .


The winds blew through the old castle perched upon the high mountain pass. From its upper turret one could see the better part of four confederacies. The Castle itself was in crumbling decay, a monument to the terror of the previous age when the four confederacies were under the eye of this building and its occupant.

Three different wagons with different pennants flying from them, and nearly one hundred troops with different heraldry symbols adorning them. Three men, looking in their middle age, two with breastplates, the other with a staff and heavy cloak. Each man had a second man with them. They walked up to the decaying doors which had been forced open in the earlier part of the day by the troopers. The wind pushed leaves in through the opening. In the middle of the room was a table with three chairs, the table was circular. The floor was yellowed marble. Several candles were brought to the table and lit to drive back the darkness. The three men sat down with their seconds behind them

The Tallest of the three, with long black hair with wisps of grey and a nearly white goatee spoke first in a deep timbered voice, “do any of you know why Stanescleu called us here, the fool was stupid enough to give up his kingdom to an adventurer and it being a dwarf at that?” The one with the cloak spoke with a quiet tone. “Because he was king at the time, Cezar and you know that anyone of us can call for a convening at this place.” The wind blew and some of the candles went out. The seconds looked around and relit the candles. The third man spoke with a higher pitched voice than would be expected from looking at him. “I hate this place. It should be torn down completely.” “Marku,” responded Cezar, this place has skeletons written all over it and things probably should be left well enough alone.”

“So where is Stanesclu?” demanded Ion the mage. His voice echoed through the chambers, disturbing some pigeons. The others looked around, each a little disturbed. “How long are we to wait here? I have affairs to deal with back home.” Said Marku
A new voice, silky smooth came from the upstairs. All looked upstairs as a youngish man, stepped down with an elegance. “Yes, indeed we all have affairs to deal with.” One of the men standing guard pulled out his weapon to defend his master. The youngish man just looked at him and gestured, the man fled in sheer terror. “Now, I hope the other bodyguards are not so foolish as yours was Marku.”

“You are alive” said Cezar who was standing with his hand on his sword, the others had their hands on their weapons. The youngish man stopped about ten feet down from the base of the stairwell and again spoke. “Indeed, I am and no thanks to any of you, but now is not time for recriminations. We have a task to perform.” The threesome just stared. He looked back down at them and smiled and spoke again with a thunderous noise which rattled the building. “I command you to sit.” The three rulers did so in their chairs while the two remaining guards just sat down on the floor.

“That’s good.” He motioned to one of the guards to gather another chair and when brought to him and he sat down in it, making a steepling shape with the long finger of his hand. “Now lets start…….

End of the beginning

The servant noted that Greyscale Castle hasn’t looked this good in many a year. Most of the obvious signs of decay were cleaned up and others painted over. This was to be a momentous day for the Kingdom and the Dallian Confederacy. An actual King was going to resign and be replaced by another King and the resignation wasn’t to be fatal to the old King. King Stanescleu was going to allow another to become king of one of the Forlon Four, Luxor. The new king was both a foreigner and a non human, both of which were to upset the status quo of the region. The servant had heard that some of the royalty in some of the other Duchies were upset at this turn of events and some were rumored to be conspiring as of right now.

He looked to the other servants also polishing and cleaning. The rumor mill had been rife with stories of the new King and of his people. They were mercenaries, and although many of the mercenary bands that had wandered through out the Dallian Confederacy were honorable there were always stories of those who had raped and pillaged. The stories that he’d heard were that the new King was a Dwarf in command and had, what was it called a … genie, yes a genie as an advisor. The servant had seen some of the other troops in the Dwarves mercenary group who had gone to the east to find out what had been happening there. Rumors of the increasing swamp size and stories about three nasty creatures whom controlled the swamp were actually confirmed as the group returned and their stories spoken about. The Dwarf’s name is Saleed Ibn Al Lith. His name as odd as the fact that he is a Dwarf and on top of that he came from some far eastern kingdom to claim this throne.
There were stories that the Dwarf had survived assassination attempts at least twice and that the assassins were from Russ. The servant had been told that at least two of the members who went east were from Russ also. The servant had overheard that the half-orc whom who he thought was from Istellia was intent on rebuilding the old lab as part of his service to his lord and the human priest? Oracle? He was never sure what was a true priest was intent on creating some sort of service for the people of the land.

The servant had met the Dwarf and the Genie and had found both of them to be pleasant and humorous. They had treated the servant well, and although King Stanescleu had treated him politely, the new ruler had a sense of making things different for him and the kingdom.

“You know Khalid, that we’ll have to rebuild the Falcon Raiders and what passes for an army here. I don’t believe there are more than 3-5 thousand troops in the entire kingdom. Thank Helm, that our neighbors are too busy with themselves and the swamps help keep the Rus away and the Baldamarians are now afraid of the Raiders as a group. So we should have time to rebuild the army. My main concern after the corination is the Rus army. The Swamp will provide some cover and will take a couple of years unless we decide to use Druids to attempt to dry it out sooner. In the meantime, I will want some sort of regular patrolling on the eastern sector. I’m not as sure as the group is of Van Reeders loyalty to me but I will accept the groups recommendation for now. Make sure that whats her name Doinia, and Remus will continue their patrols along there and report back to me.”
The genie looked down at his close friend, “I really don’t believe that you’d be a King. There’s still too much fight in your blood. Being respectable, doesn’t really suit you. But you are right about rebuilding the Falcon Raiders and the misbegotten whelps whom form the troops here.” The genie stroked his goatee in a fashion that Saleed had seen many times before and knew his friend was thinking.

“I see the Russ as a larger threat than any of the other of the local kingdoms. They have attempted twice to assassinate you and we are still completely uncertain as to why. Russ is having its own troubles in Aponi and there is some struggle again going on with the Ice and fire mages there.”

Saleed also began to stroke his beard in the same fashion as the genie and the guards managed not to chuckle at the two of them as they strode down the hallway.

Leonid and Beso both were trying to warm themselves up with coffee that somehow would not get hot despite the fireplace that the cups were in. They looked about the great room of the palace of the Frost Mage Vassily Zhukov. The cold was penetrating and the two comrades wondered how long they would last before frostbite struck both of them. Zhukov walked into the room, the icy floor crunching under his thick boots.

He looked at the two, with a look of mostly contempt and sat down at the table they were at. “Even the accursed Ember Mages , agree with me about the situation at both Aponi and Luxor. We need to resolve both of these situations for the good of Rus.” The two of them looked at each other and then to Vassily, Leonid asked in a timid voice, “We understand the need for stabilization in Aponi, My Lord Zhukov but why Luxor. They are nothing but a gnat to be swatted aside.”

Zhukov’s look literally froze the both of them. “let me tell you why….”

A person looking at the woman would have noticed that she didn’t open the ruined door of an structure which was covered in vines and tree branches and just passed through the door. That person if close enough would have noticed a look of anger on what could have been a pleasant face.
The anger on her face also showed signs of confusion. She moved through the ruined structure. Damn was the first thought as she wandered about. She remembered after awaking, she took control of a dwarf and was trying to destroy the others whom attacked her slave. She vividly remembered the warrior who had destroyed her hat. She would avenge herself on him and then the others. First she had to figure out everything that had changed.

Anders, sweating under his chain armor covered by the grey tabard with the purple hand on it was holding his holy mace. He and the others whom had gone into the port of Ico Prane of Mirelle, to find the wraiths who were holding sway in this port city. He had been fighting the icy clutches of the wraiths and was the last survivor of the group of velvet hands who specialized in fighting undead. He had been with the fight for several months starting with the city of Vieta in Patula. He had seen three of his brothers and sisters fall as well as others in fighting the nasty horde. This was the next to last city to be infected. Quarantines of everything within the various cities had slowed the hordes of undead movement along the sea and despite the hinderance of the priests of Smerc and Ongeluka, they had been getting the upper hand. It was good that they had help from various other wizards, sorcerers and oracles in combating these creatures.

The night was dark with no moon showing. It always seemed that is was always a new moon or no moon. He was never sure if he wanted to meet them in the open or inside a place, although it rarely mattered. It was a warm night and even though he knew his armor would be no good against their touch, he felt it was necessary. A yell from his left, brought him out of his thinking. He began to recite the words that would harm and possibly destroy the lesser wraiths at least. A group came out of the shadows and were overwhelming the fighter so he channeled and several of their existences ended. He was hoping to continue hunt, the fighter had come out slightly harmed but he had scrolls to deal with the problem

the sorta end for now

Sorte 12-30 501 4th age

The group emerged from the swamp and enjoyed a fairly carefree journey to the south avoiding swamp. They stopped a few towns and told the people that a new kingdom would arise from the old one.

The entered the swamp and knew that they were being watched. The weather turned foul and they were pummeled mercilessly by swarms of bugs and were attacked by Chuuls and will o wisps and other things. They finally found a decent sized tract of land within the swamp with a ruined structure.

Tazbane was using his ring of water walking to pull the boat into the pier and notice a set of bubbles heading under the boat. the figures were moving to take on Forge and one of the other guys. Forge being in a foul mood, just did in the bad guys and the others took out the witch whom underestimated the groups capacity for damage and was taken out rapidly.

The group headed back on the two week journey to the capital to await new challenges.

are we finally getting away from all the wet?

Sorte 3-12 501 4th age

The group looked around to see what else was going on. Their vision was obscured by the blood and bits of enemies suspended in the water. The current was moving slowly so the obscurement rather thick but four of the Aboleths were spotted a distance above the level of the group.

The group swam up towards the creatures but were spotted by them and they summoned giant sharks to attack the group and cast illusions of themselves to slow down the group. More fighting ensued, Darrius pulled a dimension door spell to put himself up with the aboleths but eventually that cost him to be killed for a short period during the fight.
As the group dispatched the sharks a large shape loomed not as big as the creature that they had stopped before but still imposing, it eventually was revealed to be a Brine dragon whom the Aboleths had dominated, Again the fight was fierce with Franz burning up all of his channels to keep various member s alive.

The aboleths were destroyed and with that the Brine dragons mind cleared up. He was spoken to and professed that he now had a new purpose here and that was to deal with the abolelths.

The group began to swim back to the structure that they were originally heading for when they encountered a group of Marids who had been searching for them. They were escorted into the stalk where they found that there were many levels with openings in the floors and ceilings. Eventually they were led to a room where they saw a marid sitting on a throne inside a large open Clamshell. He had a jellyfish attached to one arm where they saw some of the effects of the Aboleths strikes.

He announced himself as Duras and asked why they were coming to his place. The group responded with the truth, that they were sent by Kuras to destroy him. Duras laughed and said that is always what his younger twin brother always wanted to do since his annoyance at being born second by mere minutes denied him the place he had always sought and that he was mostly an idiot for the most part. The group chuckled and agreed , for most of them didn’t like Kuras.

Duras then offered his thanks to the group and part of the discussion turned to the Aboleths and their invasion. The question was raised about if Kuras would have had a hand in bringing the Aboleths to Duras who said no, Kuras would be faithful to his people and that he would not work with the aboleths.

Duras then offered a reward to the group who accepted and Duras said that he would close the gate between the planes. The next day with a guard of 40 Marids, the group got back to the prime material plane where the leak was sealed up. The group then found Ioan one of the problems that had been left behind and told him to behave and that in the future he might have position to help the kingdom. He ended up being somewhat non committal and the group decided to deal with the problem to the south the half orc witch and the coven of hags that he had under his thumb.


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