Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 5, 2018 15:59:42 GMT -5
......I've been walking for days. traveling far from my familiar city, home. Ive walked for miles through its underground network to the boarder of that city. Ive marched through marshs and mountains and how i find myself in a lush forest full of animals to eat and clean mountain runoff to drink. Currently I am camping in these woods thinking about what happened. Ive done many things in my life, the majority terrible. I can safely say that i feel no regret, no remorse, no empathy for the people I've murdered in their beds nor the families i've exploited. I've done it all to get what i wanted and to protect that old man. But he's dead now, leaving me to question by inter being. Before he died he told me that i was empty. He said i should seek my freedom from Taimat. What does he even mean. Before this moment i remember he mentioned that i kill because it fill this emptiness inside me. Is this Taimats fault that i am the way i am? Is it her fault i cant understand the people around me, feel pity for their plight? Why i cant look into their eyes and feel their joy or pains? Why they look at me in fear? Ive gotten word that her followers are now moving, that theres trouble on the horizon. I don't know what to expect. Ive been hearing whispers of a dragon. What is a dragon i don't know but if theres one thing i do know about them is that they bring death, gold and answers...
From the journal of a mighty Necromancer. It was tonight I realized the true power is in life and death. After what my family went through at the hands of these cultist I know had I had find a greater magic to revenge them. After coming to this place to find them and seeing the carnage and the thin thread between life and death I know my path is the darker one of necromancy. Were else can I find the poser to defeat those who ally with dragons.
Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 13, 2018 2:23:08 GMT -5
Met up with a bunch of heroes, they saved the town or thats what i've heard. theres a paladin, not interested. Dwarf Barbarian. A wizard, no surprise. A turtle child, cute, innocent mailable. What caught my attention was that in this group there is someone whos kind of like me. They have brozen scales but we are the same race. I would be filled with joy if i wasn't dead inside. It looks like i missed a huge party considering theres a large smoking pathways through the trees. What a shame. Seems like a good group to tag around with. Where both going the same direction and have the same goals. Seems everyones a wizard in this day and age. I hate the country already. Its too hot, theres nothing for miles, and theres nothing for me to hide behind. This is too open for someone of my cut. This is just asking for a ambush. Don't know his name yet but magic man and his demonic owl relayed news that there is a camp of cultists camping in the woods with some kobolds. Could be a good time for a bloodbath or to get some answers but i'm not going to seek trouble if i don't have to, so off we go. Through a choke point we go and oh damn, its a ambush. Ow i tripped, ow my everything. Out of rage I charged up the mountain and ripped them to shreds. Out of spite i kicked one guy off the ledge down the ravine. We captured two and i got the pleasure of dealing with him, sadly though the first one wasn't as agreeable even with a dagger through their legs. they called me half blood. Not that am angry, emotions don't exist in me, just a semblance of them. I don't quit understand why he though this would upset me but i dispatched him anyway. These people seem to be useless and so are dead to me. The child surprised me, he manage to make the other one talk when my methods had failed. as a cold blooded assassin this surprises me. Perhaps i miscalculated. Was this what the old man meant on why i should be a good person? Of course i may not be the only inhuman monster for the barbarian has cruxified the trash i left. No so classy.
We've reached another camp and decided into two teams. Im stuck with the paladin. My methods must have worried them. we found the man we are searching for but its heavily guarded. Theres no clean way in or out. I wonder if theres anything i could do in this situation. Perhaps, talk to the guards, instigate a revolt. Start a large fire. Assassinate the leader in his tent. Start a large forest fire. decisions, decisions.
We defeated more of these foul cultist. They are cunning and will stop at nothing, setting a cleaver ambush, using brute force of thrown rocks and spells. My new owl companion is very helpful, but still didn't spot their trap. Now we have made to there main camp, we walk freely for now in the belly of this foul beast. Our small band cannot defeat them, but someday I will resurrect an army to crush all of them. Now we must help this monk they seem to hate. An enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine.
Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 20, 2018 2:06:16 GMT -5
We've entered the lions den . The child stayed behind for this indevor for his "safety". When i was his age i had already assassinated a rival with his bedsheets. Good times. Just as the child was left to "play" in the woods a flightless crow has joined our group. I know the look in his eyes, those are the eyes of someone who's killed many and regrets none of it. We may have walked the same path but obviously i took the road not travled. Ive seem to have lost my companion seems to have gone missing. Time to aqantant myself with these cultists and mercenary. No. Wait thats the monk, don't want to talk to her. Better keep looking.
Ive managed to find another one that looks more like me, my plan to infiltrate is going well. Ive even learn some hand gestures. The bard who has been deep under cover has confirmed these are identifiers for members of the cult. The bard has put together a plan while the Kenku and other wizard have gone off before she could finish. Sounds reasonable, roughly what i was thinking of. If theres distractions taking that monk, disguising him and walking out of camp could work if we're fast enough. The only problem would be the guard dogs, lizards? I don't know what those things are but they might have a good sense of smell. The catch though is if things go sour and the monks not fast enough, i will leave him to die. I don't need dead weight.
I see him just within my reach when the captain calls me over. Not wanting my ruse to be found I follow his commands and spy the "drunk" bard and the profusely apologetic wizard on the ground begging for forgiveness. S***, this is annoying. I still need these two. So i tell Captain that my poor mentally impaired friend doesn't know better. He buys it, of course but then someone pointed the wizard out. Curse the wizard and his recognizable face. What followed was me and everyone chasing the man all around camp ending with the guard lizards to render him unconscious as i tie him to the post next to the monk. THis is perfect it because this is exactly what i wanted, it just did'nt go quite as plan.
A meeting is held as the real head reveals herself and wakes the wizard. I don't know what she did to him but he looked pissed. I ended up being pointed out among the group that caught him. They ask me if this was the man from Greenville and i said yes. the wizard has stretched the limit of my goodwill. He may have been useful with his powers over the undead but the cost to get him back is not worth it. He seems to like death since he has the gall to spits in her face. It is announced him and the monk will be dead by morning. I cant fin anyone, spinless, the lot of them. I did however find the bard and we decide to investigate the cave in the back but before we even got to see. The wizard and the monk stopped us. Since they are free our job is done. I still want to know whats in the cave.
People are weak. They come sniveling to us about mother, fathers and children in that camp. I have no attachments anymore, i don't feel pain. I told a child what i saw and he runs away crying. I don't understand why he's crying since i just told him the truth. Its logical to learn the truth to make informed decisions then to live in ignorance. Late at night I came to the monk to ask him some questions. Not just about the cult but about what i am. he tells me me and the Bronze monk are apart of a race called Dragonborn, a race that are descent from dragons. he tells me more about Tiamat, that she is a Dragon Queen. I don't know what this means for me but she seems troubling. The monk seems to see a shadow of good in me. His words out a rise out of me since they mirrored what the Beggar King once told me. I cant see it in myself. Theres was a pain in my chest which is odd because i normal don't feel pain, or emotions. Maybe i'm catching something?
Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 25, 2018 2:15:54 GMT -5
Im starting to feel that my baggage weighs heavily on me so i got into contact with my liaison Phil. Asked if he could hook me up with some goods and i'm always forever impress on his resourcefulness. Got me a wagon with a donkey, with saddle and everything. Ive long since stopped questioning where he's gotten these things nor how he's able to bring them too me in such short notice but nor do i care. Payed the goodman a hansom sums and he went on his merry way as we parted ways back to the camp with two new faced and the child. They certainly wasted no time in abandoning shop. No kolbold in sight, but there are some mercenaries who enlightened s on our current situation and we descended into the hatchery. The Child seems bothered that we are here to smash eggs, i cant help sharing the notion knowing how closely related i am to these creatures and coming from an egg myself... Ive been think i should hire an underling while on this quest. It going to get harder and having a underling to handle the menial tasks would free up my valuable time and save my back. I could always summon a servant but that is boring. The risk of having a living servant is much more thrilling, they also bleed and are quite amusing.
So is this how i die, to fungi? How disappointing. I feel like i should be afraid or angry that the swashbuckler has left me to the shrooms but i don't. Death is just apart of the business, you either bring it to someone else or death comes to you. Its just a pity i wasn't able to find out more about myself, at least it wont matter if i'm dead. Hmm, i'm starting to feel better now. I see the turtle child is being assaulted by the shrooms. Suddenly i'm moving by myself and i've cut a shroom in two, i'm protecting the turtle instead of running. This is strange. I don't do favors for people who don't give something in return. So why am I doing it? Perhaps its his innocences and big round eyes.
Trying to pick up the child seems to be a matter of pride. It started as a joke but knowing he's only 10 and i cant even lift him off the ground is a blow to my ego.
Im not a big fan of bat, i'm defiantly not a fan of what ever those tiny insects are either. They render the stop and drop a pointless effort.
The ranger has killed my catch, I'm very displeased so i showed my displeasure by throwing the carcass at him in the hope it would trap him under its pathetic weight. We found some drake pups in cages which gave me ideas of trying to raise one, maybe but this group are so jumpy they would kill it the moment we opened the cage. The Necromancer has reported an important looking chest with a blue half dragon champion that the group is very familiar with. Im just astonished that they did'nt kill the champion in the first place. Leaving targets alive only causes trouble and irritation.
Post by dragonforgotten on Sept 3, 2018 1:00:19 GMT -5
I've realized that i am not a fan of this other assassin. He's very rude and he killed my toy. I had plans for him. It took every iota in my body to not strangle him with his intestines but i restrained reluctantly. A small victory. Doing this to another adventure would be bad. They are already suspiouse considering my itches for bedlam and torture. I have let them take a peek but i have many more secretes and goals ill like to keep to my chest.
The group must never know how deeply i've fallen since i am traveling with "very" morally good people. i am a irredeemable monster on a grand journey that not many of my kind take or seek to take. is a miniscule amount of people that can comprehend my postion. At worst the paladin will smite me into nonexistance. I will burn in one of nine hell, having learned nothing or taken the necessary steps. My ticket will be ruined if i cant work with these people and I'll never know more about Tiamat and what her and her cult did to me or how i am involved with them. I cant disappoint him. Ive been watching the child, Arnie, he's very kind, such an alien concept to me. he could have killed so many just like everyone else does without hesitation, instead he knocks them out. he too soft for a job like this. What a child is doing here in the first place is beyond me. He has a pure incorruptible soul, perfect to manipulate and mold and caste into any shape i want. But i refuse. A innocence like this must be kept clean from the filth and stains of the world. All i know is he's in too deep and as one of the adults here next to the monk, i don't like exposing a child to the Kenkus and barbarians "creative outlets". I cant follow use the paladin or the monk as examples. Their brand of goodness is.... not quiet to my tastes. The dangerous ones of all from my studies of these people is the barbarian and the Kenku black arrow, BA for short.
To put in more eloquent terms, the orcs stupid. I have'nt deduced yet if he's a good idiot or a bad one. Idiocy will get you killed in the wrong situation but he makes up for it by making me seem more good. He seems like a easy target for mental attacks. through my own tricks he believed it was his god. I don't know who his god is but the mention of his name sends a chill down my spine and revulsion in my throat. If my body is have such a reaction to his very name, then this must be a powerful, paragon of goodness. I must not arise the ire of this brutish thug since he now carries the head of the last leader we defeated and made a horror show of the bed chambers. BA is much to arrogant and messy. He kills without warning, theaten's when I attempt to aid him, and he's often steps on my toes when it comes to scouting and killing things i want alive. The worst crime of all. He leaves a mess. EVERTWHERE! He leaves piles upon piles of corpses and doesn't clean it UP! It becomes unbearable when the other party members don't clean up after themselves! My scales are itching from thought. How can you not clean up after your done! Its unsanitary! ITs NOTICEABLE! When i come from we don't leave bodies for people to find, we pour acid on them and scrub the rooms as clean as we left it. Its a gold rule to leave without a trace. Its been my golden standard to keep all my kills as clean and professional as possible. none of that blood splattering everywhere. Its been a tick of mine since i was a small child, when i killed my first man he had a nice white rug with nice white linens, and nice white painted dressors, and nice white bed clothes, and nice white flowy curtains, and nice white slippers, and nice white bed frames, and a nice white fluffy dog, and with my nice white claws buried deep into his nice white skin and I'm tearing though him with my hands, then his dog, then his curtains, then the room has turned red. Now i have to clean this s***. This stain will never come out!-..... I seem to have lost my train of thought, deep apologies for my ramblings, how unbecoming to be dwelling ugly moments like that
I don't have a any feelings as of yet for the young wizard. He seems innocent enough. He likes to give himself some claws to tear into his foes.
I quite enjoyed BAs plan to collapse the tunnel on top of the Kolbolds, its was humorous to watch them squirm and cry for their friends as they are crushed under the rubble. My sneaking was complete rubbish today sad to say. Watching the barbarian fight the blue half dragon was a delight, made even better watching him trapped by a laughing fit as the orc hacked him to pieces. BA nearly died buy there wasn't much i could to to assist him due to myself losing a fair amount of blood.
I wish we could have rested, this is foolish to continue as is with allies bloodied and bruised but BA seem to be impatient today and he's once again running off and everyone follows so i must follow. we trust that down is the key to the eggs so down we go as we stumbled upon a set of rickety stairs. BA fearless descends and while as much as i like a little thrill this seems a little too much so i hook my hook and rope to a rock just a an unspeakable tentacles horror beast emerges from the depth with more little rats.
Post by dragonforgotten on Sept 10, 2018 2:27:04 GMT -5
As our young wizard was being light up by kobolds Ive been pulled into the darkness by a manny limbed nightmare with its one large eye and its thousands of tentacles. Screaming is a must in this situation. It has also grabbed Arnie and the orc as well as me but i am cunning. I puffed out my scales just as it grabbed me so I slipped right through its grasp as slippery as a eel and i am free! Im worried, i must save Arnie but i cant right now. I must do what is important to ensure survival. Ive caught a glimpse of the eggs but now is not a good time. Naturally i run to the door. I cant help them if we don't have a way in and out from the monstrosity but I've made a grave miscalculation. The lock is on the other side of the door. I slide my arms through the bars and start picking it blind. As down right tragic as this is i can say that I'm blessed, in this instant, that i don't feel emotions or pain. A normal person would be overwhelmed by their emotions, too destroyed by dispair to try and pick this lock, but they are not me. When you spend your childhood groomed to murder and steal wizards secrets you learn a thing or two. Impossible is only a weak comfort for "i can't" or "I don't know". I will not die here. I still need to talk to that monk again. I did it, the door is now open but their is a blue guard drakes catching up. So i lead them away. Its a minor irritant to see enemies and not to be able to cook them alive with my lightening. They share my features, they must share my resistances. These mockeries must die. It was a desperate fight, i watch new adventures join us, get pulled in and one helping me on the stairs fight off this inbred mutt. Eventual its just me and the young wizard. Suddenly all i see is black.
Im sitting in a fancy sitting room,im sipping some tea with a human. She's dressed in lavish dark dress. She's Mulan from what i can gather with long dark hair and pitch eyes. This would be rather pleasant and ordinary if it wasn't for the mountains upon mountains of gold. Not the gold. It would be better if it wasn't tarnished by blood. "Why did you bring me here again?" "Thought you would like the company in your dying moments." "Am i dying?" "Maybe. Well see. You are not afraid? "Why would I? If i was really dying would'nt i have my emotions back?" "Your rather odd, you are not interested in this gold at all?" "What would i do with it? Buy a mansion? "I believe that it is yours. From the heads of dead wizards and sorcerers." "It is." "yet you find no use for it?" "I have higher ambitions that greed cant buy me. As much as i love to drink tea with you how do you know so much about me?" "If you have no desire for it my i have it?" "Help yourself, never was truly mine in the first place. Its also s*** to exchange into gold. Since you wont tell me how you know me who are you?" She smiles "Youll just have to find out for yourself."
Im alive, i came from the brink of death to find the wizard has lifted my healers kit to fix one of the new comers. Im not complaining, this is what its made for and id rather have a nice meat shield to distract the roper. A miracle seems to have occurred. The roper decided to spare us in exchange for the dead bodies in the other room thanks to the orc barbarian. We also get to keep the eggs. Ive already gone over to them as the other new thief asks for an egg and I'm willing to dilly out her share. They are huge but the color and patterns is uncannily familiar. I try to pick one up but sadly i just have no muscle in this body so i start rolling the egg. Someone beings to start smashing a uncomfortable chill goes up my spine when i see that this dead dragon hatchling also shares my face. I get to the stairs but i cant move it up an inch off the ground till suddenly it erupts into fire. I know who did this and i made a show of it to Arnie. Im very displeased that the group wouldn't let me keep one. it wasn't a very thought out plan but I'm still bothered by the cold ruthlessness these "Good" adventurers have done to unborn yet aligned babies. they may have been dragons but did that give them the holy right to snuff out their lives. If theres one sin that people commit that i find distasteful is hypocrisy. I haven't forgotten the kobolds but everyone else has, so i climbed the cliff nearest to the door and throw a fog cloud in their faces as we retreated. We've done more then what we've came for.
We made it to greeniest with one less mule and then commenced a long hike to this city. we arrived in 7 days and i take this rare moment to myself to find my laison. he doesnt have anything to share. He gave me some false info on cults in waterdeep but mistakes happen, they just better not happen again. Arnie went miss, found him and brought him to the meeting. We noq get the choice to join a group. Ill join to harpers. I like free amenities but i must brush up on the rules.
Post by dragonforgotten on Sept 16, 2018 20:58:26 GMT -5
I had a close one today at the tavern. While the meeting was being held i was offered a mug of ale. I nearly gave in till i remembered what happened last time. ..
Im now officially a harper. Ironically the monk, i believe his name is Liason, will be my "keeper" for now. It doesn't make much of a difference from before since i wont expect him to send me on killing sprees and sabotages. No more raiding wizards towers and slitting throats in their sleep. Im suppose to rediscover my path in this world without blood. Anyway, he tells we must go the Baulders gate to catch a caravan. I must have miss heard for i originally had plains to send my running man to poison the lot so the cult could no longer have clean food or water and be weak to our might. Sadly though, it is amoral and questionable at best. Its ashame, it would have made it much easier. I bounced back quick from my mistake by paying for the barbarians drinks. For gods sake i can not afford to have this barbarian angry, it bad enough that there are so many paladins around to judge me. He literally turned the blue half dragons SKIN into a cloak. I thought i was troubled but he always out does me in how far he goes in torturing our enemies. He didn't even hesitate considering i look exactly like him excluding the tail. I don't want to consider how closely related, blood wise, i am to the half dragon captain. Thankfully he was forced to leave the skin behind.
The days progressed quickly for the leader of the iron gauntlet, another paladin, had us replace all our current clothing and equipment. I have no worries about this, I've shred many identities and pulled on new ones just as quick. The only on who has taken this the hardest is Arnie. He doesn't want to leave his clam smasher behind. With both the reassurance of both Lora and i we managed to convince him. Im glade it worked out. if he didn't part with it i would have had to confiscate it. Of course he then left it in the capable hands of the city children. considering while traveling in this group. Im displeased that my perfect record has been soiled but there was no options left sadly. We were spotted by Kobolds and sadly failed to remove them due to poor health and fatigue. Ive now donned myself in the traditional robs of the common begger. A staple where i come from. i left my horse behind for farther uses but Arnie has decided to bring his along on a small boat. hell have to learn the hard way about bring pets on boats. I asked Liason if he could find me this important magical tool, the goggles of darkness. I've always wanted these for myself considering how darkness in an important part of my job. I use to have a pair when i was 12 but they were destroyed after my mentors death and the fire. Its been a hinderance ever since. He said he would keep an eye out, i don't hold much hope but it would literally save my hide and i will see him in a new light if he pulls though.
I watched as Lora was dragged underwater by crocodiles. I knew that this was it for her. I would not jump in and save her. To do so would be the end of me and i hold no bonds with her that would consider risking my skin. So i turned my back and got into position to end the orge. I had a clean shot straight for its head. Then from the corner of my eye. I saw Arnie jump in, become swarmed, dragged under and succumb to the same fate and i suddenly felt an indescribable feeling percer my dead heart. I actually felt fear. It was a sharp painful feeling like i had been stabbed. Coldly i knew that he would follow Lora into the grave and i for once could not stand it. So i jumped in knowing i would not come out....
I woke up in the arms of the Barbarian(guess i will have to remember his name now) Grahz and Arnie waving at me from the shore with a waterlogged Lora. In a strange set of events i know owe this unintelligent brute my life. Ive later learned later who nearly chopped me inhalf in a stunt to kill one of the reptiles.
We arrived, tired but not dead but I've noticed something that had slipped my mind in our travels. the citizens here look at Lora and I with disgust, fear and loathing. Pathetic, humans and demi humans fear what they don't understand so they hate us to compensate for a foe they can not possibly kill themselves. These people, such a pitiful disgrace. I could end them now with a stroke of lightening, give them a reason to fear us but it wouldn't change anything. This is nothing new, i've been hated and loathed for all my life. I was a faceless attack dog in Waterdeep, free from this type of racism but now that i can freely walk the world myself i will have to bare the ignorance of these heathens. I was surprised that Grahz was the one to speak up for us. Would have made a normal person feel glade. I am grateful he stood up for us but for the sake of the mission i will disguise myself as a human woman just like i had before. Isnt it better to hide your true face then to boldly display your true colors for the sake of belonging.
I got a job at guarding these birds in the caravan. My boss is a irritatingly tumultuous. He contradicts himself at every turn, easy to read and easy enough to fool. I now regret having not poisoned the caravan if it would spare me of his yapping. But I shall be patient. He thinks of me as spinless and cowardly, thats good. I dont want him beileving me anymore then that. I want to appear to be the perfect guard, to work my way up. I hide my magic from him, this will be my trump card. I haven't seen much of anyone in awhile. It concerns me that we have no seen the black half dragon in awhile. It makes me consider if we have been lead astray. Perhaps its my anxiety for the destination of this trip is back to Waterdeep. It had to be waterdeep. I worry for what these B****** have plans for my beautiful city. It also hasn't been to long since the disaster happened. My name should be everywhere among the wizards of waterdeep, or at least the surviving mentors of their dead apprentices. Wonder what the waterdeep has done to combat these efforts. I wasn't powerful, even less so back then but i knew where to go, where to hit, and where to make it hurt. My mentor taught me how to kill and sent me to do one thing. steal wizard secrets and leave no trace. Knowing i was no match for a fully learned wizard i attacked the apprentices. stealing their spells, burning their books, and then disposing of them. I did this successfully for a long time. That is until those wizards tired of losing their students began hiring assassins to counter me. I was injured badly and while i limped home to my master they ambushed us all and destroyed everything. I never again regained my strength. I couldn't stay in waterdeep anymore so i left. It hasn't been long. Have they remembered us still? Do they still believe i am alive?"
Arnie found a man buried up to his neck and of course he saved him and though my tricks he communed to me he has on him a harpers pin. Arnie surprises me yet again the amount of faith he holds in people. I don't buy the fact that he's has good intentions. One does not leave a mans death to the will of the gods. His story is to clean. It is too convient to suddenly have a guide to waterdeep. i told the party this mans story but I havent devolved with the party, not even Arnie, that waterdeep is my home and i think i will keep it this way till i have a moment alone with the group away from this man. I will test him while in the city. I will be damn if he stabs me in the back in my own home town.