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Post by dragonforgotten on Jan 26, 2018 18:03:00 GMT -5
I sometimes forget the strengths and weakness that shackle me down. Today we had fallen down a pit on top of a hord of monsters. I owe Gizlan more and more each day for if he did'nt break my fall i fear my brittle bones would snap. Powerful Shanairra did'nt far well from the fall, monsters in front of us. With only one option I fell to my instinct i did what i had to do. I drew my dagger and stabbed the beast into its flaming beating heart. It radiated such a heat i jumped back and it died in a great explosion. For all my life I've scurried under feet and survived from a false identity , i had not realized that i had this strength in me. I don't know if this is a good or bad thing.
Another dwarf has joined us, a cleric. Well need his might and magic to reach the heart of this consipiratacy. I feel a bad omen upon us with the coming of the solstice. Ive been thinking back, to the bodies i have left behind in my quest. As a doctor my purpose is to preserve life yet i find myself at ease when the enemies are dead. Maybe this is the Kenku in my blood, the same that caused me steal the pipe and to nearly hord the treasures in the wizards room had my conscience hadn't caught up with me. I feel regret now after we our mottly group had slept in the room of the slain wizard with the pipe. A bed that will never again be laid in again. In respect Ive returned to pipe to its proper place. Its a small thing but it will have to do. I found two fire opals, some gold and a spell scroll while i was pillaging his draws. Me and Velen split the fire opals, i gave the scroll to Shanairra and some gold to the new Dwarf, his travels most have made him strapped for cash.
I think it would surprise my companions that I did not grow up with Kenkus but with humans. The plague had killed them when i was a child and a human doctor had cared for me. When he to died of plague, i stole his voice and identity and became a doctor and fooled everyone at the college for a few years until i was discovered and discredited. after living life like a human man for so long, i almost wish i could return to being that but that is wishful thinking and i am not ashamed of being a Kenku. I just hope that one day maybe my companions will see past my jabbering.
This always happens. Every-time me and Velen play cards it always ends with a tie. My thieving skills have gotten rusty. I believe through this game were becoming closer friends, perhaps ill drag Shanairra into a game, she seems forelorn at times. It would also be nice to know Narissa some more as well and Bigzz.
-The good Doctor Cough
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Post by cousinwill on Feb 1, 2018 17:49:05 GMT -5
(inter-dimensional planar communication)
To: Brother Bart - Invisible School of Thurmatogy - Minaria
Bro- Bart,
Just a quick reminder to please keep our communications secret as I do not want you to share in a
punishment for contact with an exile. Do you remember my dear pet companion Moonshadow ? Things here have gone very badly for him. This week alone he has been disintegrated 3 times and been blasted
back to the void. I have found the material components for the ritual summoning of him are quite rare
here. In other matters the group of adventurers I travel with are delving deep into the maw of varied
Elemental Evils here which are divided against each other but seem to be united against us. Must go now. & Giz &
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Post by Chris on Feb 2, 2018 10:41:03 GMT -5
ended on Kythorn (6th month) 17, 1491, The Year of the Scarlet Witch, 9:25am 1 day after the new moon 3 days before the summer solstice. Temple of Eternal Flame Entrance Columned Chamber Niche Hall (Tripwire Trap) Hidden Vault Crumbling Barricade (Ogres & Half-Ogres) Temple of Black Earth Seromel's Hall (Stone Golem) Screaming Statues (Marlos Unrayle, Shadow Demon) Back to the Hidden Vault for a short rest Our plays on RPGGeek rpggeek.com/plays/thing/172944?userid=1168080
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Post by bardofprey on Feb 3, 2018 0:53:23 GMT -5
Valen’s Notes
Shanera has began behaving more unusually violent than usual, cast Shatter from the Iron Fang at a teammate, in an effort to destroy ancient Dwarven burial chamber, rather than just popping open the sarcophagus. The archer has identified herself as a “professional murder hobo,” but she generally has a respect for the dead, though she’s certainly not above looting, and admittedly, neither am I, when the resources are truly invaluable. I’m more worried for her than angry, recklessness certainly isn’t her way, and since the incident with her refusing surrender, she’s been protective of her fellow party members, even friendly towards me, though I suspect she’s just humoring me, at least some of the time. There’s no doubt about it to me, the pick is cursed, and if given the opportunity, I’ll attune to it myself. I can control it, I know I can. I’m a reasonable, educated, man, surely I can contain its urges, even if she can’t. Even if I can’t stop it’s grip on me, I’d imagine I can redirect it towards something more productive. We’d never need to open a door again! Despite the unfortunate situation, I find myself laughing at the last idea. Making jokes of misfortune seems to help keep me going, I’d ought to crank up the puns, a bit.
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Post by bobafettish921 on Feb 5, 2018 23:02:02 GMT -5
Whispers in the Wood... From the Journal of Shanairra....
Paladins are brave... Paladins are fierce... Paladins are Loyal... ...and Paladins have a death wish...
Bards are unpredictable... Bards are lighthearted Bards are foolhardy... ...and Bards are frighteningly acquisitive....
Halfling Rogues... Well - they are Halfling Rogues - aren't they...
We finished off the scum that had eluded us once before... We recovered a fine Warpick... Not a weapon I would normally use... ...but it is rather lovely...
I find myself compelled by unusual rage and an unwelcome need to create mayhem and unleash wanton destruction...
I loathe this land and wish nothing more than to leave the Desarin Valley... It is an evil place - overrun by this elemental evil that has poisoned these once beautiful lands... Once they sang in the perfection of nature's melody. now, they are no more than a mockery of their previous unspoiled beauty...
If it is my last act upon this realm, I shall reign down destruction upon this evil and return the valley to its previous state...
How many among my companions I can count on to help me in this goal, I am uncertain. I am sure each will remain committed to the quest so long as their own justifications and motivations are fulfilled by the journey ahead of us... ...and that speaks not a bit to the fact that many - maybe all - will fall before I attain my goal...
Who can even say that I will live to see this accomplished...
What I can say is, if need be, I will gladly draw my final breath in the effort... ...especially if it results in the restoration of this land...
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Post by dragonforgotten on Feb 6, 2018 23:53:03 GMT -5
Today was a trying and terrifying experience. I aided my friends in transversing the labyrinth of traps with a new halfing companions with sickly hands and a shimmering eye. She reminds me of Wind Chimes, a fellow Kenku who i treated and nearly robbed me blind and i was right to be leery. During our investigation She had lingered to long in the door way so a threat with a tight noose and my fellows demands kept sneaky hands at bay (Thankfully not mine or fellow Valen. i cant touch the dwarfs coffin without thoughts of the Reveant haunting my dreams). We tricked some orgs in the hallway, they were rather pleasant surprisingly. Sadly we couldn't find anymore pleasant surprises ahead due to the careless blunder of our new paladin who had decided to knock on the threatening double doors. i refused to go beyond the door but through the cracks i saw some of my friends and heard the voice of a dangerous hissing voice in the darkness. It was only after the battle that i discovered that the sickening voice belonged to a male medusua with an enchanted pick and a frightful shadow demon.. As long as i known them Ive never seen Narrassa and Shinarra so angry before. It appears that the farther we go the more dangerous and mysterious this adventure goes. (for future reference i bestows all my belongs to my friends upon my death and the fire opal to my good pal Valen). I worry now more then ever for our skilled wood elf. I fear that she has no care for the value of her life, a ideal she shares with our beloved Naraissa. I fear that Shinarras burning rage will consume her body and soul. I feel that the valley has not been kind to her and has only exatrabated her ire. In her mood She would easily lop off the head of a child if they simply stood in her way. Shinarras rage needs to be come since there is no mercy for the living or the dead in her state. I wish to consult this with Valen since he must have known her longer on what we should do. I would hate to lose such a bright soul on my watch to the darkness in her mind.
-The Good Doctor Cough
P.S. I have to work on not hugging everyone in high stress situations and a better way to keep everyone level headed.
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Post by Chris on Feb 8, 2018 14:12:48 GMT -5
ended on Kythorn (6th month) 6, 1491, The Year of the Scarlet Witch 10:24am 1 day after the new moon 3 days before the summer solstice Temple of Black Earth Earth Prophet's Sanctum (elven chain for Valen) A foiled heist The lasso of truth Mess Hall (Black Earth guards and cultists) Yarsha's Burrow (stonemelder, Black Earth Guards) Here come Ogres!
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Post by bobafettish921 on Feb 8, 2018 14:29:48 GMT -5
Whispers in the Wood... From the Journal of Shanairra....
Paladins see the blue in a clear sky. Paladins see the blackness within the night... Paladins do not see within the shadows cast beneath the trees... They are courageous. They are driven. They are committed ( and should be...) and they are unwaveringly incapable of abandoning their myopic view of the world...
At least the cleric of Kelemvore, Olins, has as his excuse his direct if misguided faith...
As for me, it appears this Warpick has an influence over me. It seems to love destruction and ruin... I doubt any of us could fight its influence... But I trust myself more than anyone else... if for no other reason than I will not allow it to be my primary weapon... I don't have any other understanding of why I felt so compelled to destroy the tombs of the fallen dwarves....
The Dwarves fell ages ago... Their families have long since forgotten they existed if any of their ancestors even remain... These masks honoured them for centuries - now they could honour them by providing for those in need within the Desarin Valley...
Instead, if those three have their way, the living will suffer so that the ashes of the long dead be not displeased... In my experience with Dwarves, even in their stubbornness, some among them would see reason...
As to the halfling rogue Evadora... She is a somewhat skilled archer. She is clearly quick, agile and in some ways, clever... But, in the end, she is a halfling rogue after all...
I perhaps should have aligned myself with the Kenku instead... Perhaps Cough could have been more guarded and less obvious... Perhaps not...
I look to the Bard, Valen, to raise our spirits and bring us together... He is as frivolous as most of his profession but is a loyal companion...
As for Gizlan the blue, he might be better named "Gizlan - Sacrificer of Strigiformes..." If only he had a fog cloud spell - then he would at least remind me of his protege' Avalon Bill...
The caster was dangerous. Her spells thwarted many of my attempts to bring her down - but eventually, it was done... But not before we were injured - and it could have been much worse... She offered half-truths long enough to give herself a chance to regroup and attempt to bring us down... Eventually, some of my companions may understand this and gain wisdom from our experisence... Nothing here within the valley is to be trusted... No quarter should be given and none requested... If we are to bring down the evil we must be relentless in our actions - unwavering in our convictions...
I fear I am now sounding like the Paladins...
The difference being that in my defense, this is not a hollow ideal, but the defeat of a real and present evil. The restoration of a beautiful land to what it once was before this elemental evil encroached and blighted the land... The evil within this place grows... The entire valley under siege by the infestation that these elemental nodes have generated...
I will need allies to bring this goal to fruition - even if I am unable to choose the companions who fight beside me...
Perhaps, by the war's end, the bard, Valen, will have a song to sing of our victory... ...for I fear if we are not victorious, no music shall ever again be carried among the winds of the Desarin Valley ...
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Post by cousinwill on Feb 9, 2018 11:21:48 GMT -5
Gizlan's Lament; Moonshadow. My connection to the weave is growing weaker. Moonshadow. A part of me is missing. Moonshadow. I must have more sweet herb. And soon. Moonshadow. My friend, My pet My life. Moonshadow. You return to the Fey. You must be frantic. Moonshadow. May we be reunited soon.. Moonshado.
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Post by Candace on Feb 13, 2018 15:16:14 GMT -5
Something seems wrong with the ranger. She has never before seemed so tumultuous. I will have to keep a closer eye on her to see that she has not fallen under the sway of something dark. Then, of course, there is the little one, she, I will have to watch like a hawk. She is just a bit to keen to get herself into trouble. This group has finally begun to function efficiently, I will not have it torn asunder by the actions of two. Perhaps with a bit of guidance Shanairra can be brought back to the path she was once so set upon.
I still do not understand the Kenku, I believe his name is Cough, but it is very hard to say with any certainty, as all he does is mimic those around him. I will need some time to fully understand the machinations of this group. I must say I do like the other paladin, I had not thought to meet any of my brethren out here, so far from home. Together we can guide our companions in the light of Torm.
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Post by dragonforgotten on Feb 14, 2018 0:59:00 GMT -5
Evadore reminds me of me when i was just a boy. With sticky fingers and a quick mind but i worry for her. She is a great thief and has me very impressed but she is reckless and must be watched like a child. One can only live by greed and knife point alone until that point turns against you. i remember it clearly in my mind before the plague took everyone away of my first heist. i was a fledging when i was caught pluck ing an apple from a street vendors cart. he grabbed me ruffle by the scruff and with a sharp knife he threatened to cut off my hands. No one came to my aid except my wizened Pap who in my place had his good hand swiftly removed. Not even the flock elder would stand by my family, Kenkus lives meant nothing after all, not even the children. I miss dear Papi each day.
I tried to ease Shinarras Tension today with a friendly game of wits.... that was a mistake, my skills in thievery has gotten rusty. Ill have to find another way to gain her trust.
I fear that our distrust in each other will be our downfall. the groups mood is often sour with contempt as some members gallivant and swagger their way through danger while others can not be trusted. unfortunately with Evadoras actions with the funeral masks i and Shinarra by association will also be under scrutiny.
The danger is becoming very real for everyone for they have all strained the limits that my medicine can treat. they must rest before they open their wounds.
I AM NOT A MAGE, my powers cannot go beyond the mortal realm. Do they expect me to summon some godly power to tether their souls? Do they expect me to stitch their rippled up remains together and come back to the fight as right as rain? Im at my wits ends! If they die they are dead for good unless i suddenly discover dark necromancy -.
It appear that a pair of orgs have walked into the room... firk! ding! blast!.
-The Good Doctor Cough
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Post by Chris on Feb 15, 2018 10:16:30 GMT -5
ended on Kythorn (6th month) 17, 1491, The Year of the Scarlet Witch, 9:36am 1 day after the new moon 3 days before the summer solstice. Temple of the Black Earth Mess Hall Ogres attack (meet Orlo) Statue of Ogremoch (patrol attack) Barracks (Black Earth guards and priest) Patrol renews attack Our plays on RPGGeek rpggeek.com/plays/thing/172944?userid=1168080
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Post by brine on Feb 15, 2018 11:39:04 GMT -5
There are those who I would expect to leave alone and return to find standing over two unarmed and unarmored corpses. I have long since accepted that whatever inspiration I give to people will be through actions I undertake on my own, not as part of this band of sellswords and worse; I remain because of what can be accomplished together. (I am thankful, at least, that some had the sense to knock their targets unconscious, and I of course do not count the one who actually did ply spells at us.) Shannera is not among them. I worry that something has changed her; she seems to sense evil where none is present, and I've met paladins who were less unreasonable in their attempts to destroy it. I would suspect the influence of that damnable demon-consorter's pick, but I can hardly prove that. Still, we have enemies oncoming. Hobgoblins, Narcelia says she saw; I marvel, somewhat, that her eyes can see where even mine cannot. Why did it have to be the competent kind of goblinoid? I have the resources for only one more spell until we have a chance for me to regain my due as Hyrsam's contractor, and there is no time for me to rekindle their spirits. We may well have reached the point where we must retreat. ... or we could just hide in the damn cottage again, that tends to work far more effectively than it has any right to.
Also, I feel almost compelled to go and apologize to the Uthgard for essentially wasting his blessing. Twice. At least this time the axe actually managed to hit something. Maybe after I'm done returning the stonecutters to their proper rest, and enumerating all the reasons Shannera won't be paying the cost of the powdered silver I need for that spell. Still, they deserve at least that much from me - not as a Kelemvorite, I do not bow to his unsubtle attempt to reassert my "destiny" over me, but as myself. As Olens. As someone who hardly needs a god shoving unwanted investitures on to show obeisance to the dead.
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Post by bobafettish921 on Feb 16, 2018 10:25:13 GMT -5
Whispers in the Wood... from the journal of Shanairra...
It does not seem that the Sun Elf, Vaylin, nor the Kenku, Cough, have the ability to follow directions. I told them to leave the statue alone!!! Several times... Yet, still, they would not comply with my request... Finally, I believe, Vaylin got the point... One of the Paladins and the Halfling rogue went missing... I can only wonder if they did not return to the crypt and procured the masks for themselves... It certainly fits the profile of Evadora... and who would question the brave and just Paladin, Thaylin, he who had used a zone of truth upon the rogue previously... This place is an evil domain... It is affecting us all...
Why did I care so deeply - so angrily - about that statue? It is but the carven stone of a long-dead artisan... Skilled though he or she may have been, it is nothing to me - and yet something...
I don't know anymore. My companions seem to be more wary of me than they had before, and my irritation and rage at the desecration of the Dessarin valley have certainly made me even more on edge than I might otherwise have been.
While I brought down the Bulett, with some minor assistance, and we took care of the foes who were upon us, there are more coming. The hobgoblins, who were rendered ineffective by Gizlan's sleet storm, appear to have regrouped and are amassing an assault. They are well organized and trained combatants for whatever other faults they may have - and those are numerous...
I hear the sounds of someone who should be silent... It appears Evadora and Thaylin may have found their way back to us - and not a moment too soon...
We are under siege now...
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Post by Candace on Feb 16, 2018 12:27:56 GMT -5
I will have to keep a closer eye on Shannaira, I knew she was under strain in this place but never before have I seen her lash out at her companions. I will be keeping a vigil on her to ensure that things do not escalate further. Cough and Vailen seem to be the focus of her wrath at the moment. Shannaira is on a dangerous path, one I know all too well. If she lets her anger continue to consume her she may loose herself and make a decision she can not come back from. We are in a bad place, I fear if we do not come together as a group we will fall in this horrible place. Our resources are too spent, we are stretched to thin to continue on in our current state. Foes approach we must be ready...
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