Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 24, 2018 1:57:01 GMT -5
(DO NOT TOUCH, has been stamped in bright red on the cover)
I havent visited or written in you in a while due to reasons. This carravan drive is testing my nerves. i never imagine two months to be so vexing. Enemies constantly attacking from the sky, mysterious poisoners having the run of the carravan with all my work leading to nothing but dead ends, humanoid beasts that can not be killed by nonmagical means. HOW VEXING. It has driven me to my absolute end of my wits and my pretty sure its now showing how hot my temper runs. I punched my fist through a giant boar and tore out its steal beating heart, now half the caravann is terrified of me. This is fine, Let it be a clear message not to firk! ding! blast! with me. I work only for my group and no one else.
My blood lust has been difficult with the idiocy surrounding me and the party. The only The halfling even had the nerve to fire us halfway through the trip and who does he hire. A pair of clowns. I emotions may not run strong but i relished in breaking their spirits in the mushroom pit of dispairs. It greatly improved my mood to finally hold power over these cowering worms. How they begged for death as they grovled in the putrid field. Thanks to Graz we now have our job back with better wage and i got to have a bit of revenge. Its just ashamed that the wizard wasn't real. I would have liked to have added his book to my new collection. The paladin definitely has caught on to my nature. I must be careful and continue to prove my loyaty and service. I am nesscary for our mission to succeed.
I havent been sleeping much, i don't know how anyone could with a poisoner running about. If no one will use caution in this situation then it falls upon me to kept watch at night. On the third night of my watch i was this close to catching them. I was so close but the partner i recruited to aid me reasoned me away. I wish i did'nt listen for the poisoner is still among us.
The finial stretch is here and while i was visiting you a man had approached me asking to buy you off me. My last remaining gift from you, my secrets, the finial order and the promise that you have left me Old King. If i could laugh this would have been a funny joke so i told him to bugger off. He did not take kindly. That night imagine my horror to find you gone. Every terrible secret in the hands of some imbacile who never realized what he holds is your soul and my life in those old pages. I was irrational and could have handled it better but i had enough sense to bring someone along to cover my damage. I nearly killed that man for what he done. I was so sure he had stolen it. I knew it was stolen and i would make them bleed even if i have to kill every wittness who read my secrets. thankful Arnie had found it and once again he saved my skin, i just hope he didn't peak.
We had a long grueling battle with another group of humaniod tigars. This has to stop. When we hit waterdeep I'm going to silver my rapier. this will end this problem once and for all. Lora was bitten by one of them it looked ugly for the past few days till suddenly it vanished. Another attempt on our lives was foiled thanks to a harper elf, she has my thanks and I'm pocketing these new toys for later. Once we hit water deep and began to stalk the cult i notice Lora seem..... Bulkier. She suddenly now has the ability to pick up Arnie which disturbs me to no end. No one suddenly gains this much power over night. i had thought my night watching days were over but with this new development it falls on me to observe and study her.
We didnt spend long in waterdeep. Im both releaved and dissapointed. I snuck of the inn while everyone was asleep before my departure. I visited the site of my old home. Its been wiped clean, only the blacken stones remain now. My fears have been confirmed, the city has decided to wipe you and me clean from thought and memory. We're we really so meaningless to be so quickly forgotten. Did anything matter? Did all the pain and suffering i inflicted in your name really matter? All I'm left with now of you and this city is a ratty old journal and the scars along my back and hands. I had hoped they would get better, i was wrong. It looks like i may never be as great of a lockbreaker as i use to be. It makes me feel broken for someone who has been trained in rogue trickery. As long as i complete your finial commands I have my purpose for now. I wont die quietly yet.
Day 6 (Eleint 20) goats Day 7 Eleint 21) 3 lizardfolk and 3 giant lizards Day 10 (Eleint 24) Carnath Roadhouse Courtyard Stables Warehouse Rooms Kitchen Tracking the Load Grudge Match Strong Room Castle Naerytar Traveling to the Castle 9 lizardfolk: Ard Alazar and Ramiel die
ended 6am Eleint 25, 1489 DR The Year of the Warrior Princess, moon is waxing crescent
It has been a long time since Kovatch was in this much pain. Everything hurt. Even his tusks. The pain and exhaustion sparked memories from his early days of training as a Kensei Monk in the old temple. His master mercilessly beat him in their sparring matches. It wasn’t with hate or malice that Kovatch’s master beat him, but with calm cool precision and control. It was a learning experience.
Kovatch lay upon the stinking river bank. Deep in the muck near him he can hear the labored breathing of those party members who did not meet their end at the hands of the lizard people. Although Kovatch fought with a brilliant defensive posture that would have impressed his old master it wasn’t able to stop the inevitable. There were just to many of them for him to handle alone.
As night fully fell and wrapped its dark comforting embrace around Kovatch he drifted off into a deep sleep. That night Kovatch dreamt of the fight. Dreamt of his training. Dreamt of catching arrows with his bare hands and punching a dark elf so hard he fractured its skull. He slept straight through the night until morning.
Upon waking up on the muddy bank of the river, Kovatch felt different. Although sore and battered from the night before he felt stronger and more in tune with his inner Ki. Almost as if the near death experience awakened something inside him. Looking over at the forms of his companions Kovatch felt the pang of loss. Ard and Romiel will be avenged.
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 4, 2018 1:51:48 GMT -5
We've arrived at this encampment, filled with the scum and heathens near the door step to neverwinter. Its cold as hell up here but there not much time to waste. I immediately got to work, i spied on the cultist and examined there cargo. Nearly had my cover blown by Kovatch so i scolded him harshly but my investigation led to a ware house. We needed a diversion and have the sneakiest people search it while the eyes and ears of the camp is drawn there way. Fate seems to have agreed with me but just to but the icing on top of the cake on what else could go wrong, a familiar swine came by. he couldn't help himself couldn't he. The book thief called me out in front of the entire encampment, foiling my well thought out plan to get into the ware house. It wasn't quiet how i wanted my plan to go but opportunity came knocking and how could i resist killing this swine without having the judgemental gaze of the paladin on me. if i kill him in this duel i would have my revenge, get a nice distraction, and look good for the next boss that hires us on. It was going well, with a bit of magic and his poor aim i was tearing him apart but then he got a lucky strike on me and i was reminded how feeble i really am. I keep forgetting i am no longer strong enough to take hits as i was before my crippling injuries. I was in and out of awareness. I remember seeing young Arnie standing over me, protecting me while The swine accused me of murder. That is a laugh. Is that what he tells himself. That by killing me, this "evil murder" will some how makes his motives "just". This is why i hate people. So blinded by their own arrogance, there righteousness. They kill the same as me but they do not accept the truth. They feel the same satisfaction when their enemies die. That they are just a monstrous as me. The difference is that i am honest. In the end people like this man is lairs and murders who play the part of a righteous hero. Even now he bares his true nature by striking me. I blacked out again, he must not have liked the truth. I woke up again to see the hands of the golden paladin on my wounds while Arnie panics, a dead man at his feet. I don't know what to think. Why would the paladin save someone like me. He knows at this point i am not a good person. I am not deserving of his care just like i am not deserving of Arnies care. I have killed children, children who were cared for by their mentors. For some reason it hurts. its hurts deeply to be so cared for. To feel so pathetic that a child, a smooth talking barbarian and a paladin saved me from certain death. I am truly grateful. truly utterly grateful for this odd family. I would have died to serve my master if they hadn't come into my life. I must speak with the paladin and Arnie. I know I owe them my life but my soul was already forfeited when i was born. Surely when i die i will end up meeting the mother of evil dragons face to face.
Romiel and Kovatch has tracked the cultist movement through a hidden path through the swamps. We laid in wait as the lizardmen gathered ready to move out into the darkwaters of the swamp. me and the team lady?ed and squabbled. The best plan we had was to send Arnie, alone after the boat, hoping he wouldn't get caught and relay where the boat stopped. I couldn't allow this. So i tricked everyone. I told them that i could talk to the lizardmen, convince them I'm a cult member and make them hasten their plans and immediately take me with them onto the boat. But it didn't work.... I had miscalculated. If this world truly have caring gods Arnie, DONT come out hiding.
the moment my spirit separated from my mortal coil i felt everything at once. For once in my entire life i could feel, I felt pain. great agonizing pain in my heart. So much pain the tears wouldn't stop. I dont want to go. please don't let me go. I knew very well where i was going, i knew exactly who i would meet. Tiamat. I will do what i do best, i may be dead but i am not lost anymore. I will spy on Tiamat on this side of the plane, hide from all the greater evils. Plot and scheme my escape. Arnie Im sorry i died on you. You are more powerful then you know, you proved that by raising the dead. I may be asking too much, exspceially from a child, but please return me to life! The abyss sucks! Everyone is constantly screaming, demons make terrible roommates and Tiamat is not a pleasant lady. I want to be by your side again. Tul, i appreciate that you tried so hard so save me from myself. You were the one paladin i liked. If you can bring me back to life do it!!!! If you die tell your god to save me from this pit! Graz, don't be sad that I'm dead, this was my stupid plan that blew up into my face. Sorry i screwed with you about being with your god, it was too good to resist. I didn't know Romiel for long but sorry for getting you killed, just be grateful that your not in hell. Lora, you need to watch your drinking habits around Arnie, you are not being a good influence. Last and not least Kovatch, you were a great partner to skulk around with, kick*** for me will you Goodbye my friends.
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 12, 2018 2:03:04 GMT -5
I cant remember much about myself anymore, my curse of sight has made it near impossible to keep my identity together when you experience your dreams through the eyes of other people. I only know a few things about myself and it is through the bits and pieces of memory and the documentation i left behind. there is only one person i remember. They stick out as clear as day. For the past few months ive even watched them live their life through your eyes.
I'm sorry i came too late. I couldn't save you or your body . In the end even my sight could pervent the inevitable. I tired my best to perserve a small part of you but i was stopped. How could i even explain how i know you? It sounds crazy and for all i now i have gone insane. Whatever they did to me hurt me deep. the scar on my neck is proof.
Ever since that day we meet I've been watching through your eyes. Your success and failures was what kept me saine during my enslavement. It brought me joy knowing you made friends as impossible as it was. What they did to me still haunts me every waking moment. Its strange to me to be a strange among them when i know your friends as well as you did. I helped them avoid dangers in the swamp as we came upon a castle filled to the brim with frog people and lizardmen. Young Arnold wished to see the riding reptiles and nearly lost a hand. After many shenanigans i was nearly set upon by no more then six lizard men by Kovatch error in judgement. You may now dub me Omen the Barbarian of Slaughter. I guzzle blood for more morning tea and worst off, i will not hold the door for people Gasp. Dusty was a great help today. He discovered polting people in there tower. Theres a very racist elf up there among with a wizard, and a half dragon. Theres apparently a big portal in there basement. I will very much like to see.
The khopesh. A light weight curved short sword. An elegant weapon. An ancient weapon. Not often does one see it in use much less used with any real skill. As Kovatch went through a few basic swings and maneuvers with his recently reacquired khopesh he felt much much better.
This particular weapon is the foundation of Kovatchs martial arts style. His oldest memories are of watching his master go through a similar warm up routine with the very same khopesh. For years Kovatch trained and learned about the world at his masters feet. Way of the Kensei is not for the faint of heart. Focusing more on combat than the other forms, Kensei teaches monks to revere their weapons. Kovatches style of martial arts revolves around his khopesh. Without it he is half the monk he could be.
The circumstances surrounding his near death experience, losing his weapon and finding it again will add to the Saga of Kovatch, folk hero of the people.
When I accepted the adventure job from Glimmer... Glaze... Glitter something. The gnome... I didnt expect to be partnered up with such a strange wizard. We met up with our group on the banks of the river, finding them down two friends and in the midst of burying them. I was taken aback when Omen cut the finger off one of the dead, and I am wondering if i should have retired after my service in the military was done. I've seen enough friends die. Perhaps this wizard can raise the dead? I dont know if I want to find out, nor do I wish to know what she would do to my carcass should I fall.
The group is an interesting one. I am particularly intrigued by the fact that they travel with a child... turtle. I will try my best to make sure nothing happens to him, as I dont know whether the group has his best interests in mind. Kovatch the half orc thinks himself quite the hero, even putting himself into danger for his fancy weapon. I guess I will see how he fares in combat before I judge his worthiness. I've already had to convince lizardmen that my wizard companion was a drunk, although she fancies herself a barbarian. I'm ready for battle, and making the pay out worth dealing with these strange companions.
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 13, 2018 2:24:47 GMT -5
After waiting until darkness fell we had to change plans. After dinner the guard drakes are supposedly going to bed like everyone else is so we waited even more. After Tul sneezed we found out they weren't quiet as alseep as we thought but we pulled through. Your friends sure do know how to kick***, you were right in thinking of them highly. I can see why you so badly struggled to contain and control yourself. It must have been agonizing to restrain your true self for the sake of the people you cared about. I know you had a huge soft spot for the young Turtle and your golden paladin. Did you love them? God it still hurts knowing your gone. After so long in experiencing your adventures i feel like I'm a poor replacement of you. Im an outsider among your friends and it bothers me greatly how they seem to think of my methods as harmful to them. You completed the group so well and your absences was felt hard when we came upon the wizards keep. You were one of few people i wish to bring back to this world that the cult stole. It boils my blood how you died but it also scares me that I will have to face my greatest fear in order to complete your dying wishes. Me and the group seem to have forgotten about our indoor voices through and ruined any stealth attempt. You cared for this turtle a lot in life so when he went to move on his own knowing how loud he was i made him invisible knowing i couldn't stop him.
I may have been too much of a eggar beaver when i saw a chest that might possibly contain a spell book. Gaz literally dropped it in front of me so how could i resist. One of these books might possibly return my memories and restore my true name. My old picks were destroyed when i escaped so i besides to brute force it. It turns out brute forcing a guarded spellbook means getting acid splattered into your face. Totally worth it though.
It was looking bad as more guards came flooding in, thank god i planned for a moment like this. It was a bit of a gamble but it paid off. I took great satisfaction in watching everyone cut them down. The cultists deserve every ounce of pain and agony they receive after what their group did. They will suffer the pain they carved into me. If i have his book, the wizard cant possibly want to leave it behind.... It seems i over estimated the value of ones spellbook. I took a peek in what this coward wizard left in his i was surprised to see Fog Cloud....
"You see this, its called fog cloud" "but i cant see it, its filled the entire room!" "Of Course dumb **** thats whats its suppose to do! If it didn't you would be screwed! "hey Ard, why are you teaching me this anyway? " "........." "You used this on me when we first met right?" "Ard?" "..............its nothing.... Your better off forgetting our first meeting." "Why" "Just forget it....."
I thought I saw it all in the war, and then I saw a cloud of butterflies kill three guys at once. This turtle kid impresses me more and more every day.
I thought it would be the end of our group when dozens of guards raided the tower, and even gargoyles attacked, but somehow we pulled through. I never realized the true extent of my powers until now. Before the pact I made I was just a soldier, only a number. Now I can hurt and kill people without even touching them.
It feels good to get revenge for all the friends I lost, but i fear what i could become, and i hope i dont lose myself.