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Post by Aileen on Feb 28, 2019 18:03:41 GMT -5
Turns out it is extremely hard to figure out where you are going when you don't have a map. I soon realized going to find help was a bad idea alone, and Zoltan was far out of my sight. If he were to find someone I'm sure he would lead them the correct way. So, I sat down and took a moment to myself, to process everything that happened.
I couldn't cry in front of the rest of the crew. I'm supposed to be miss heartless warlock, queen of eldritch blasting and taking lives. I have a deal with the goddess of death, I of all people should be able to accept it. But I'm just a girl with a big sword and a broken heart. I could take a thousand more lives and it could never replace the ones I've lost. Every friend who perished on that battlefield long ago, faces I saw in my dreams every single night. Then Tul and Lora. Now Arnie and Kovatch. Death is the natural order of things, and I should celebrate that they have moved on according to my patron... but all I feel is anger. Arnie did not deserve to die, he was good and kind and had so much to give... he was only 11. The same age as the boy I killed. Two innocent lives taken too soon, and both my fault.
Kovatch I hated at first meeting. He was brash, a show off. He thought he was something special, a folk hero. Everyone seemed to know of him and his deeds. I had never once been thanked for any of my own deeds... or had I ever done anything worthy of thanks? Why did he have it all when I had nothing? Why couldnt I be confident and brave like him?
I summoned my sword, and held it in my hands as I sat in the dirt. It certainly looked like a hero's sword... I had gotten it from the dragons horde beneath the ice castle. It had to have come from someone the cult killed. Who were they? Did I deserve such a weapon? Am I even a hero? Kovatch was heroic, that was for certain. So far I had run from ghosts, leaving Tul and Lora to die, slept with the enemy, and inadvertently joined the cult. Some part of me still wants to go back to Talis. She had made me feel special, part of something. That's what drew me to Kovatch, once I got past his annoying tendencies. He was proud to be an adventurer, and to have friends to fight alongside with, and he made me feel included. With him gone, what did I have? Omen is my friend, but she may not want to be anymore. I could have gotten my friends out of the tomb and they wouldnt have died from the cloud kill. But what did I do? I grabbed the stupid clay cup. And for what purpose? Why didn't I just grab Kovatch? Kovatch and Arnie deserved life. More than anyone. More than me. How could Omen even look at me when my stupidity caused two more deaths?
I made it back to the courtyard of the Tomb of Diderius an hour or so later. There were now two freshly dug graves. Apparently they buried Kovatch and Arnie while I was gone, but it looked like the party went back inside. I went to the graves. I don't know which was which, and I was not about to dig them up to find out. I knelt before the two mounds, a hand on each pile, and closed my eyes.
"May the Raven Queen guide you on. May you find peace, Arnak and Kovatch. You were loved in this life. You fought bravely."
I stood, brushing dirt off my knees, and made my way back into the same entrance I had taken before.
"I loved you Kovatch," I whispered with one last look behind. "May we meet again."
The statues spoke to me once more, and I gave them the same answer as before. The hall of statues tried to get me to look in the cowls, and once again I ignored the temptation. I passed by the remains of the mosaic chimera, went down the hallway I had been crushed in, and came to the throne room again. I almost lost my composure when I saw the clay pieces again, remembering Arnie playing with them.
I came into the dining hall and found the blue guys massacred... looks like the party came back this way. They hadn't bothered me when I ran through, but nobody is going to mess with a woman bawling her eyes out and unarmed. Or maybe I was just lucky. I took a deep breath, readying myself to face my friends. They may be angry I walked away, but I needed to be alone. Nevertheless, Karsi is back, and ready for revenge.
~ Karsi
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Post by Don $ on Mar 2, 2019 14:52:48 GMT -5
Morrigan contemplated to herself. Should I tell them that Kovatch and Arnie were needed by the powers of the planes? No, the cut was too fresh. It is most certain we shall meet again, possibly in Arborea. After taking a swig of her dwarven fire wine she pored some out upon the ground and uttered " May your enemies blood spill out such as this in the afterlife." . The question now is how to best aid her friends this side of the living come to terms with this loss. Revenge could temper the soul, maybe I can help with that?
Right now she had more pressing issues. Could it be? The mask fate handed her, it has some power with the Black breed. How exhilarating! Possible new powers await her! Perhaps there are four more such masks. Could they be used to feed upon Tiamat's divinity and thus become a god? Apparently a dragon came for me, possibly sent by the queen to stop me. She must be desperate. The desperate make mistakes! What I need is time, time to riddle this out. That mummy lord could have been a most valuable resource, unfortunately the gods compelled her friends to anger it. How to persuade it to yield his secrets? In order to do this, we must find out why, why it chose to remain behind. Is it guarding something?
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Post by dragonforgotten on Mar 4, 2019 2:47:31 GMT -5
Just as i was about to cast rope trick again a large hand grasped my thin shoulders. "You should save your strength. You still have to deal with them and we have to get "them" out of here." spoke Grahz with a softness i never heard from him before. "Right." i spoke in a cold voice. We then set upon the grim task of gathering the dearly departed. I ended up sorting through Arnies bag since he had the most to sort through. I stared into his dead eyes trying to imagine the light that was behind them a few minutes ago. I loved him like he was my child. I was so excited in his potential, in teaching him... I always wanted to teach. I also wanted to learn from him as well. I had plans. I knew this journey was too hard but i was selfish. I didn't want him to leave us because i so desperately wanted to see him grow stronger with us and watch him become the person I saw in the future. And kovatch even. I saw a bright future. The legacy of Kovatch would have been great. I saw him with karsi, I saw a family. I already saw the wheels turning to that fate but a foolish distraction cut the story short. Even now Karsis still grieving. She and Grain have gone and vanish. I cant see Karsi vanishing without a reason, Grain i question. i fear for her. I know she's still fond of talis but she is a cultist and has dedicated everything too them. There is no turning back for someone who has gone in so deep into the cult. Just as I gathered a vague idea of how much gems he had in his wallets and pouches look who appears but Morrigan, Grain and another travler who has an otherwordly parasite attached to them. Prisoners to gods whims and demands. "So you'r back." " How?" "They opened the sarcofficius to Dardius tomb and they died." "But..?" I stand up. "I separated as much as i can through the gems. theres too much gold to sort through now. Collect your due. We need to bring them outside. Im not standing a minute in this stinking cess pool." I wipe the blood from my lip and follow Graz to the doors. As expected the moment we open those doors again the purple men stand up ready for a fight. I am barely able to hold myself together. I fear i might not be able to take another blow considering I'm still trying to catch my breath again. they move in on us and I am impressed by the new upstart who's name i haven't asked for nor will currently. It's kind of surreal to see another human face in the group. She cuts with speed and power, we will need her might. Suddenly i find myself surrounded by the manic gleeful eyes of the devils. "Morrigan! Polymorph me!" "Into what!? The rooms too small!" "Just do it!" I am then a washed with magic as my bones and shape changes. I get bigger and hairier, my hands become claws and suddenly i am a large bear trapped in a small corner and i am pissed. Tore open one mans juglar as my claws shoved them to the ground as they dug into there backs. It's over in a few minutes and once gain we are free to bury our dead. Theres still the problem of carrying them. i wonder how we're going to-. oh wait, Im a bear. I pushed my snout under kovatches body as the rest drag Arnies outside. The next roadblock arrived then. We don't have shovels. how are we going to-. Wait, still a bear. I start digging two deep holes. It's messy but it will do. Carefully and respectfully we place there bodies in the ground, all is going well till they toss the rest of the gold in the graves. What the hell guys! Why are you burying money that everyone needs! "Omen, bears don't talk. We can understand what your saying" well, damn. i'm forced to watch the blatant waste of resources that could have save our lives in the future. Grahz then did the honor of sanctifying the earth with holy water and had a very touching prayer. I forget he's a Barbarian sometimes. In the end Im back to my normal human self again and i set up a hut. It was, awkward to say the least. We have a new traveler join us too soon after the lost of two of our friends. She's human but i sense the same but different energy come from her sword. She's alien and strange to me in the way Karsi sometimes is when she gets broody. She doesn't seem like one for conversation. I shuffle next to Grahz. "How are you holding up?" He huffs but doesn't say a word. I haven't really talked to Grahz often, he always seems so.. serious, intimidating. Maybes it's because of me being ex cultist and him being a staunch follower of Bahamut. With my life as Omen, Tiamat's shadow has always followed me. She already left a physical mark on me, a token of evils I've committed under her name. Even before getting these memories back this mark has always made people to assume the worst about me. It's only now that i understand its origins and its meaning. Ive kind of been curiose about both the good dragon god and Grahz and how Grahz became such a devoted follower that makes a paladin pale in comparison. I pat him on the shoulder not looking at him. "Well get your sword back. We'll take our revenge when we are ready." --
With everything dead its finally time to check the last room in this cursed crypt. He better be here. None of us were going to brave today so it fell onto our new "expert" on trap scrying. we waited at the bottom of the stairs, waiting in tense silence till suddenly a scream and Aria comes charging down the stairs with a hoard of ghosts after her. Oh god no, not again. Not the f*** again. Im remember ing the last time our mottly group ran into ghosts. it ended up with me having a glimsp of death, waking up in a cold cell, and then fooling a fortress into freeing us and turning on itself while at the same time going through an existential crisis that i may have been a horrible person in the past. Ya that, that was a nasty trip. Its not looking good. the ghost are crowding around everyone one. Ive thrown a fall ball but non went down. Suddenly i'm alone with an angry ghost inches from me till suddenly Aria shoves infront of me, intercepts and dispatch it. Im shocked. "thanks.." I don't get a response, i just get a nod before she throws herself into the fray. the last thing i saw before Grain finally fell to them and the lights went out is how f**** we are. I Know Aria is next to me so i whisper while i ruffle blind in my bag for a torch and flint. "Im very envious of you right now." i mutter to her as i desperately try to light my torch. I can see a think but hear the moans and scream of ghosts. By the time the torch is lit the battle is over and Grain is still alive. Unfortunately its come to my attention that dear Verrum the great wyrmspeaker is once again no where in this room. ... I hope the yuan ti are keeping him entertained. He better pray I don't find him first because i wont be as kind once we meet again. He has questions i want answered.
Omen the Farsighted
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Post by Chris on Mar 4, 2019 23:41:59 GMT -5
End Marpenoth 23 6:31:4am, 1489 DR; The Year of the Warrior Princess, Selune is in her last quarter The Rise of Tiamat The Serpent Hills Tomb of Diderius Treasure Vault Divination Pool Well Chamber Study and Library (Ilda's release) Divination Pool Crypt of Diderius Secret Door Entryway Bridge A ritual casting interrupted Our plays on RPGGeek.com rpggeek.com/plays/thing/162998?userid=1168080
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Post by Aileen on Mar 6, 2019 2:47:57 GMT -5
Soft fingers traced the long, jagged scar very few eyes had ever seen. Across my chest, over my heart, a reminder of my changed fate.
"What gave you this?" She asked.
"I don't remember. Something big."
She looked me in the eyes as if searching for a lie, but there was none. Truly my memory was limited, other than the pain. Other than the loss.
"What made you join these adventurers?"
"Everyone needs to make a living. The price was right at the time."
"And what price would it take to have you join me?"
Was she asking me to switch sides? To join the Cult of the Dragon? I had pledged loyalty to her and her alone to get us out of our situation. I knew very little of the cult, just that they kept trying to kill us every time we tried to stop them... but anyone will kill in self defense.
"What price are you willing to pay?"
The next morning, she was awake before I was.
"Good morning. I have something for you."
She opened a chest, and i could see a light shining. She withdrew the most beautiful, glowing chainmail I had ever seen.
"This will help keep you alive and guide your friends in the dark," she said. "When you finish at Skyreach.. I hope you will come back to me."
"I do not know where my path leads after this. I think we will see eachother again."
Talis helped me into the chainmail suit once I was fully dressed, fastening a burgundy cloak around my shoulders to complete the look. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and barely recognized the half-elf staring back at me. I had always looked more human than elf, my ears were just barely pointed. The chainmail made me look more my other half, its glow giving me an ethereal light I did not naturally posses.
"Thank you, Talis."
"No. Thank you, Karsi. You are doing me a great service."
"Thought I already did?" I said with a smirk. Talis's natural stony expression melted for a momentary smile.
"Come, the others will be wanting breakfast I am sure."
I grabbed the burgundy bedspread as we left her room, and she gave me a strange look.
"Armour's cold," I said, wrapping it over me.
She turned back before we had fully left the room.
"I know I am asking for a lot, but there is one more thing. A personal request."
"I'm all yours. What is it?"
"There is a White Wyrmspeaker, someone who bears a powerful object. Something that I should posses, but was taken from me. If you come across him, and can find the White Dragon Mask... I would very much like to have it."
A mask didn't seem like a harmful thing to let her have, and she had been more than giving to me.
"I will do my best to find it for you."
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I found the party in a room up some stairs after following the sound of Omen's voice. I tried to sneak in unnoticed, not wanting anyone to see my clearly puffy face or to be mad at me for not being around for the fight in the other room, but nothing gets past Omen.
“Where have you been?” She stalks up to me, a livid look on her face.
“I had to go for a walk. Did I miss anything?”
“Yes. Spectres. Ghosts.”
“Oh, good thing I wasn't there. I don't do ghosts.”
Speaking of ghosts... My friend Morrigan has shown up. I haven't seen her since Waterdeep, and apparently she snuck in when I was out. They tell me she came in with a girl like me... another warlock they think. I feel chilled to the bone- I've actually never met anyone like me. Who was her patron? Was she another one of the Raven Queen's pawns? She apparently went off to take care of something, so meeting her will have to wait.
We discuss how to proceed forward. Omen doesn't think the Yuan Ti are still in here and that they may have taken Varram out into the hills somewhere. The path we followed leads here, and only here though. I make it known that I am going to try the divination pool again; There has to be a way to get it to work, and I am determined to try anything. Morrigan, who has apparently been debriefed on what it requires, asks me if it has to be a big sacrifice or if it can just be a small amount of blood.
“I was going to... you know.” I mime making a slice on my forearm to her, and she nods.
“Let's do it.”
After a short rest, Omen and Grainne go off to the library to bring the ghost an old book they found. Morrigan, Grahz and I go to the pool room. Before we go in, I turn to Morrigan and give her a warning. We agree that if I start acting crazy, she will slap me, and I will do the same to her if it's the other way around. Grahz watches from the doorway as she and I approach the pool with no issue.
“Are we doing this?” She asks, turning to me.
“Well...” I look into the pool, and the portal is gone. No more light shines. “We have to try.”
I pull out my dagger from my belt, and slice my arm. Blood streams out quickly, and I hand the dagger to Morrigan. She cuts her own, and together we drip a size-able amount into the pool. Nothing happens, and now we are just bleeding and looking stupid for doing so. Grahz and Morrigan run upstairs to see about getting water into the pool. I wait, watching for any change, but everything stays the same. Morrigan comes back with goblets, and hands me one. We pour them, and they're empty.
“Did you drink it all on the way down?” I ask.
“No! Why are they empty?”
Morrigan and Grahz keep trying to get it to work while I stand watch, Grahz even going to the point of gashing his arm open with his axe. Nothing we do works. Grainne and Omen meet back up with me in the pool room. Omen recoils at the blood running down my arm.
“What did you do?!” She looks horrified “Relax, we cut ourselves to give a sacrifice. It didn't work.”
We soon realize as we stand around talking that we are extremely hungry and thirsty. Food is no issue, a few of us have rations. Water, however, is scarce. We go to the well upstairs, and Grahz tries to drink it, but the water just disappears. Morrigan takes a fancy pitcher, fills it, and immediately blasts it with a fire bolt. Not only is there no water in it, she also destroyed a really expensive looking object. Her idea was to boil the water of impurities, but it doesn't really work when you can't even get water out of the pool. We give up, and go back downstairs to rest. Omen and Grainne spoke to the ghost of Ilda before she left this plane of existence, freed by the book they gave her, and she told them that the way to the Yuan Ti is past Diderius. We camped out outside of his door, too afraid to enter lest he try to kill us again, but knowing it was our only route.
We talk a bit before taking a nap. Grahz really, really does not want to go in the tomb room again.
“Why are we here? What exactly is our mission?”
“We're here because the Harpers told Kovatch Varram the White Wyrmspeaker disappeared here. They want him or his mask... Alive or dead I guess.” I tell him.
“We seem a little expendable to them.” Grainne says.
“They only care for their causes and no others,” I replied. “We are expendable to them. They sent us here to die, and Kovatch and Arnie paid the price. If we keep going...”
“Why don't we turn back then? What do we owe them?”
“We made it this far,” Omen interjects. “I'm not leaving without finding Varram.”
I want to leave. I want to go back to Waterdeep and to confront the Harpers myself. They need to pay for our friends' deaths. They took what I love from me, I owe them nothing. If Omen needs to confront the Wyrmspeaker to find her own peace though... I have to help her.
“Fine. But we are not messing with Diderius. If he doesn't let us pass, we leave.”
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Omen bandages my arm as everyone else sleeps. She's a bit rough as she ties it up, and I can see her hands shaking.
"I can't believe you did this!"
"What else were we suppose to do. There's no way forward and this was the only way. Why is it ok for you to go cutting your arms off but not us?"
"There's a lot of answers to that. Please Never do this to yourself. Many people and monsters want us dead. You don't need to add yourself to the list."
She brings up Arnie and Kovatch, and now I know why I'm being scolded. She must have thought I would have gone all the way after losing Kovatch. I just wanted the damn pool to show us the way... if I accidentally went too far, so be it.
"You and Kovatch loved each-other. A lot. It was obvious." She says. I didn't think anyone else knew. Nothing had ever gone further than flirtation. "With him and Arnie gone I'm worried that you may abandon me for Talis. I think you need to hear this, so please listen."
She tells me of a lost love. Back when she was in the cult, her old life. I had never known this side of Omen, only the mysterious and often ominous wizard that she let us see. The cult had driven her and her friends to a lust for power and knowledge. Love became a foreign concept. There was no room for it. Only the cult.
She tells me of Varram, her former boss. She wanted his job, she wanted to be the White Wyrmspeaker and would kill anyone who got in her way. She did kill. She tells me of a raid on a town where lived a renowned folk hero who slayed a dragon with a magic sword. She killed him, brutally.
"That sword you hold now belonged to that hero."
Her words confirmed exactly what I had suspected. It was the sword of a great hero. And she killed him. She tells me she wishes she could go back and have listened to him when he told her that she could change. She hadn't believed it then... but she was good now. At least, i think she is.
"I know Talis made you feel special, but it's a lie. You would only become a pawn in her games, just like my men were to me."
Ah. So this is really why she wanted to tell me all of this. I take a deep breath, a little shocked at all she is telling me, and scared that she is on to me. Talis wouldn't hurt me, or use me. Kovatch was my chance at love, and he was dead. Talis was still waiting for me, I could have another chance with her.
"Karsi, tomorrow we may run into Varram, and he may say things about me. I know this is going to be hard to ask, but please promise me that no matter what you hear... please have faith in me. I am omen now, and not that person. I was gifted a second chance, and I've been trying. I will always be our group's wizard. I believe so much in you guys because you give me hope. It is why my spells rely so much on making sure you and everyone is safe and rested. So please please, Karsi,don't let what you'll learn change how you think of me."
I drift off soon after our talk, running everything over in my mind until I can fight sleep no longer. The dreams start the same as always...
I am younger, stronger. My friends and I are laughing, drinking around a fire. A mix of human and half-elf faces, all young, all carefree.
The fire grows larger, I can feel the heat stinging my eyes, my flesh. It consumes everyone. I am laying on a field... cold. Blood. Smoke. Pale faces, unseeing eyes. Human, half-elf, horses. Blackened carcasses, burning on a field of snow, melting to water.
I am drowning in my own blood, my armor torn in half. A long gash runs down my chest, torrents of blood pumping out with each beat of my heart. Each beat closer to death.
“Please...”
A shadow falls over the battlefield, and I look up as everything around me erupts in flame. A golden eye stares back. The red dragon dives, coming for me.
I wake gasping for breath, heart racing. My hand goes to my chest, and I feel the pain again until the remnants of the dream fade within seconds. That had been a new one...
Omen stirs, mumbling in Draconic once again. I catch a few words but none of it makes sense. She wakes, and I get up, busying myself with rearranging my gear. I'm not quite ready to talk to her again. The others get up shortly after, and we are ready to go into Diderius's room.
Grainne volunteers to go first as our negotiator. I used to be our negotiator, but lately I can't seem to find the right words to say and I'm really only good at charming other half elves. She walks part way in, and nothing speaks.
“You need to go up to the dais, that's when he talked to me.” I tell her.
Grainne goes up to the sarcophagus.
“You approach Diderius in repose. I know what you seek.” There's our guy!
“Oh great Diderius. We seek the Yuan Ti!” Grainne tries her best to sound respectful and ask for what we want.
“Leave now, or face your doom.”
S#!t. .
“Let's go!” I hiss. “Right now, let's leave. He's going to kill us!”
Omen walks up to the tomb, and starts to grovel. My mouth drops at her use of words, mostly due to the self-deprecating and minor offensive nature. I have never in my life been compared to a wyrm or called such names, and the ease at which everything slips out of her mouth is astounding.
“We are unworthy of your greatness, oh Diderius the Divinator!”
I think he just wanted her to shut up, as a moment later a door opens beyond his sarcophagus. Omen continues to speak until Grainne nudges her and she sees the door for herself.
“Oh. Thank you.”
I take the antitoxin I bought back in town out of my belt-pouch, and drink it down. The shopkeep said it will last an hour, so I can only hope that we make it through before it wears off. I probably should have bought more. Morrigan goes in the door first, and calls Grahz in.
“Did he say I could enter?” Grahz calls from the hall behind us.
“He opened a door!” I tell him.
“Oh!”
The barbarian runs past me, joining Morrigan inside the secret door. Grainne comes up and casts something, and suddenly there are plants and roots growing out of the ground in the hallway beyond. It looks really cool, but I wonder what she did it for. Omen goes up and casts fireball, and I move closer until I find myself in the hall. Morrigan said there were lizard folk, so we all wait a bit to see if they attack. Nothing comes, so I ready an eldritch blast and move in through the greenery. It is extremely hard to move in it, and I find myself slowed down more than I would like. I peek around the corner, and there is one dead lizard-man.
“There's a dead lizard-man!” I announce. Omen comes up behind me.
“There's a dead lizard-man!” She calls back.
“I just said that!”
“I'm just reiterating it!”
Grahz moves in and sees stairs covered in moss leading down. Omen decides to arcane eye the rest of the place to see where the rest of the lizard-men went. She describes what she sees as it goes along. A bridge over a pit, with ten lizard-folk waiting to kill us. Stairs leading down, and two Yuan Ti with bows. Further in she sees a pit with baby snakes and three Yuan Ti that look like Jin Do... possible relations. One other looks like a full snake-man. She concentrates again, and suddenly gasps.
“Hey, I found our guy! He's tied up on an altar, I know where he is!”
“Good!” I clap her on the shoulder. “You want to lead the way?”
Omen glares at me and I smile.
Grahz leads the way down the stairs, and stops in front of the bridge. Omen stands behind him and casts fireball, but she says she can't see all of the lizardmen waiting on the bridge so it's all guess work. We hold our collective breath and hope it doesn't hit us, and especially not Grahz. There's a resounding boom, and Grahz runs forward. There is a heart stopping moment where he slips, begins to right himself, and then plummets over the edge.
“Morrigan, help me!” I say, grabbing her hand and casting fly. She looks excited to be flying on her own, and we rush forward toward Grahz. It's almost a race between us to get to him, and for a moment I am ahead, but she reaches him first. It's then that we realize that even with the two of us, we can't lift the massive half-orc. There are snakes attacking him from the ground, but he runs to the side wall and starts to climb with us assisting him. The snakes slither off and go back in holes in the wall.
Grahz makes it up and goes to the other end of the bridge, while I fly back to Omen to give her a lift. I grab onto her, and try to go. Something audibly pops and I feel a disk slip in my back. I had thought I could lift her, she was only a few inches taller than me and skinny... but I guess I'm weaker than in my soldier days.
“Ow!” I cry. “You're heavier than you look!”
“I know,” She says. “Guys are always intimidated by me in bars, it's my height!”
“It's your damn spellbooks!”
I go to Grainne, but she waves me off, cringing.
“If you can't lift her, you can't lift me.” She says.
So I fly across the bridge, my back aching, but at least I don't have to walk yet. I land behind Grahz, and he whips around. I scream as he roars in my face, looking like he is going to cut my head off with his great-axe.
“RAGE!!!”
He turns back around, and goes around the corner where the Yuan Ti apparently are waiting. Morrigan comes up behind me and casts ray of frost around the corner then pops back around. Good thinking! I do the same, hitting a Yuan Ti with Agonizing Blasts.
“Omen, why?!” Grainne yells. I turn around and see her tied up by a rope that is now hanging straight down from above. Did Omen rope trick with a rope that is attached to Grainne? What?
Grainne unties the rope, and immediately falls over the edge. I can see her hanging on, but I can't do anything to help her. I go back and blast the Yuan Ti again.
“Karsi, keep hitting that thing!” Omen yells. I know shes just trying to distract me from her silly mistake.
“Aye, aye!” I call. “We all saw your rope, by the way!”
I kill the last Yuan Ti, and Grahz leans against the wall panting. He looks rough, pulling arrows out of himself and bleeding everywhere. Omen finally gets to us, with a giant spider.
“Don't kill it, it's Grainne!”
We stand there, looking at Grahz.
“We need to rest,” He says. “We don't have a cleric, and healing potions won't do me much good.”
“I'll ritual cast tiny hut,” Omen says.
Only a short bit into her ritual, we realize how screwed we are, as Yuan Ti come streaming towards us down the hallway. I really hope my antivenom hasn't worn off.
~Karsi
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Post by dragonforgotten on Mar 11, 2019 12:59:22 GMT -5
Karsi returned. I don't know what to say, but I'm glad she's safe. I feared the worst. She's still not better but atleast she isn't in such a state anymore. That walk did her good.. I informed her of the burial and together the group sorted out the books and magic items found in the room. Instantly me and Grain cling onto this old rotten book and i think for once i can understand what she's thinking because we've both come to the same conclusions. This is Ildas book, one of many missing books in the libarary. "We should sell that." said morigan innocently enough but the mer mention of these words bring about a quick but hot streak of anger. "No, we are not selling this book. There are plently of other books to sell off. This isnt one of them." the discussion ends there when it comes to the book. Moriggan then to my surprise starts pouring herself a drink from the magic pitch and goblet and smacks her lips. After a few minutes I'm thankful that she did not drop dead after drinking the mysterious liquid The group in getting frustrated and so am i to be honest. Nothing makes sense. A man doesn't just walk into a crypt and suddenly just disappear without a trace. WHERE THE F*** IS HE! ok, calm down. Your anger is rubbing off the wrong way. one step at a time, now calm down and just focus. Grain wish to returned the book while everyone else is desperately trying to get the pool to work. They don't need me here and Grain could use some back up. Also i want to see how this will end. We entered the library and Grain holds out her book. Her stern facade suddenly desolves and she blinks and finialy looks around the rotting remains of her bookshelves. "Oh. oh dear. Please, hurry and place it there." Her voice trembles. We do as told. I cant look her in the eye as she begins to fade away. "Im sorry, we couldn't save your books." she gives a ghostly smile. "You seek the Yaun ti, they dwell past Darius." with that she vanishes to the here after. Im stun. I never thought that she would know anything. I couldn't be more thankful. Between me and Grain we know that despite how much time she wasted away trapped her she is finally free. It gives me some peace after having lost my dear boys. Finally we can move forward. I am not afriad of Darius. We will get past him, even if i have to cut off his legs. --
We return to the pool room and my blood runs cold and I'm nearly sent me into a series of bad thoughts and visions. Kars, Graz and Moriggan are literally cutting up there arms in front of the pool! “What did you do?!” “Relax, we cut ourselves to give a sacrifice. It didn't work.” she said. before i even know what I'm doing i have my bony around the hand holding the dagger. Im squeezing her arm so tight that my nails are digging into her as I'm afraid to let go. "NEVER do this to yourselves! You hear me! The three of you!" It takes me a few minutes of awkward silences and my heavy breathing till Grain breaks the tension by informing us of our good news and then we come to the serious realization that with our dear child gone we are in danger of dehydration. I tried to break the spell on the well but it did no good. I have too much s*** to deal with currently. Another problem ill put to aside till we either die or we get Verrum. moral is pathetic, were infront of the doors to Darius arguing. Karsi wants to leave and there are muttering on that plan and i can stay quiet about this. "We can not retreat. We know where they are and i am not leaving with out either a dwarf or a body. We finish what we started together." Ive seemed to rouse some but Graz, our great peacemaker, told us to let us lie on it and try talking to Darius in the morning. This seems like a good idea. I need more time to study my spells again and rearrange them. I think everyone needs the rest. ---
Ive felt Arnies absent hard tonight. It's fallen on me and Grain to patch up our friends. Karsis the last i need to do and everyone else have fallen asleep. We had a heart to heart so to say. I may have come across quit abrasive then what i meant. I fear for Karsi the most out of everyone. She is more vulnerable then anyone to manipulation. Everyone in the group are tempted by power to different degrees. It is what killed Kovatch and it is what has lead us here. I know even i was lulled in by the white mask and also the fateful reunion of wyrmspeaker to underling but not for business mind you but the sweet song of vengeance. So i tell her, all of it that i can remember. Of the maddness that consumed me in another life time in the cult, how easy it was to throw everything away in the pursuit of power. I tell her of my fear that I may lose her too and everyone as well to this maddness. I hope that the tales of a true evils of the dragon cult will convince her to not speak of Talis anymore. I think i may have told her too much because she paled and looked at her blade then back to me. Its hard to believe that someone who looks as tall and sickly as i do could be capable of so much evil back then. I may have scared her as her eyes try to read me in the only way she could. I always wondered if anyone in my group could claw there way into my mind what would they find?
I dream of standing in the burning remains of a village at the peek of my power. Theres a man standing before me holding a famialr blade, Hes bearly standing but still he persists holding his sword with one arm. He is dying. Ive been toying with him for an hour while my men load the cart. I could have finished this a long time ago but his fruitless struggles has me intitgue. He's still he's trying to fight a losing battle. Why?
"Why do you still fight. Your village destoryed, your body ruined, your family dead. So i'm curious ,why? "Because I know what is right, i know that even if i die here i that there will be others that will stop you one day. I can only hope that whatever happens in the future that you wake up to what you are doing before it's too late. " "enough talk."
I bolt up wide awake now. Karsi turned over in her bedroll. "You need to work on your mumbling. You've kept me up for almost half and hour." "......." "you cant sleep either, can you?" "Nope." ----
We're back again in front of Darius sarcofficus with Grain as our spokesperson. Not a sentence in and its a repeat of yesterday and hes once again threatening to leave or die but i catch something in the tone of Grains voice and it hits me. It's like talking to the white dragon. Darius has a massive ego and if he was as consumed by greed it would be no different. We thought if we were just humble and respectful that he would allow us passage. we were wrong. I know what i need to do. The s*** i do for you guys.
I push past Grain, clear my throat and i bow down onto my knees and start this. "Oh lord Darius the magnificant, greatest of them all. We are pathetic and gutless in your very presences. I a sad wretch as me pale in comparison to your grander and might. We are wyrms crawling in the dirt, ingnorant and blind in this crule world without your radiant words of wisdom. I beg you to spare or pitiful souls and give us guildance with your grand all sweeping sight. Please ignore the slight we delt to you for we are stupid. Oh how sad we are that we can not find what we are looking for so we come to beg, no, plead aid from you oh great suptioupendious-..
Omen. You can stop. Hes open the door. Wait what? Oh right i was talking to the mummy, not the dragon. Thank Savras, i was running out of flowery tact ons. --
That two fireballs i've thrown into a room. two many that I'm comfortable with. We are burning through our spells too fast and know what i know now thanks to my arcane eye we may be in trouble. I found Varrum but theres an ambush waiting for us. Did i mention that blind fireball was amazing. karsi startled me when she took off flying off the bridge with Moriggan. I can only assume Graz has fallen off the bridge but i'm powerless to do anything. I cant see a thing and grains new garden is making it harder to even move down these stairs. I vague see Karsi help Graz back on the bridge while him and morrigan rush in on the remaining Yuan ti. Karsi tries to lift me and we both come to the realization that surprisingly that despite how tall, boney and lanky i am I am still too heavy for this war veteran to lift. I guess my light reading isnt so light. We are now left to our own devices and i am stuck. I am not attempting to across this bridge without aid. I will definitely fall off and i will be done for. Grain attempts to army crawl her way to the other side so i tie a rope around her in the hopes that i she falls i can catch her but one look at my scrawny arms and I'm starting to have doubts that ill even be able to hold onto it. What if i use rope trick as an achor so if we fall off the rope trick will hold our weight. So i do that and suddenly the full length of the rope rises up into the air and grain is effectively achored to where she was. "Why Omen!?" NO that cant be right. I pull out the spell book and go straight to my index, reread the spell and s****. thats the last time i skim read. "Karsi make sure your get those guys!" "We all saw you" "No you did'nt! Everythings fine! Everything is going great! I have complete controll over this situation!" as soon as i say that Grain unties herself and immediately pitches over the side and hanging for dear life. "S****!" Im sweating in fear pulling through my spell components. I don't know what i can do to save her except... but i was saving that... Shes slipping. "Grain I'm going to change your into something! "Into what!?" "I don't know let me think! "How about an owl!" "No you'll die as soon as you transform into one!" She slides farther down! OK! ok! Giant SPIDER!
just like that shes a horse sized spider. With her help we manage to across the bridge no problem. By the time Ive gotten across graz is horribly injured and its time for a short rest. but my ropes over there and we need to save spells. I try to cast a hut but before i even got a sentence in here comes more yuan ti!
Omen the Farsighted
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Post by Chris on Mar 12, 2019 13:18:39 GMT -5
End Marpenoth 23 6:38:4am, 1489 DR; The Year of the Warrior Princess, Selune is in her last quarter The Rise of Tiamat The Serpent Hills Tomb of Diderius Ss'tck'al Long Hallway Yuan-Ti Quarters Temple Our plays on RPGGeek.com rpggeek.com/plays/thing/162998?userid=1168080
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Post by Aileen on Mar 15, 2019 14:23:20 GMT -5
We thought the Yuan Ti were coming, but it turns out the sounds we heard were a Paladin slashing his way through the undergrowth accompanied by the supposed warlock, a human girl. The Paladin, Charlie he calls himself, asks us what the hell we are doing here. We fill him in.
The Paladin is suspicious, but eventually agrees to help us- he is eager to stop the Cult of the Dragon in any way he can, even if it means rescuing this cultist dwarf... now that I think of it, it does seem an odd goal. Grainne is still a spider, so we had to tell him not to kill her. I can only really tell its Grainne because it wont stop tapping its eight legs like its dancing.
I summon my sword and strap on my shield as we stand there, and the girl does the same, looking at me strangely.
"Hi, I'm Karsi." I say.
"Aria." She nods. "I'm going to sneak ahead, you all stay back."
She takes off, dead silent, and rounds the corner. We slowly make our way behind her, back twenty feet. I notice the walls are moving, undulating, and wonder if I am hallucinating. Everyone else seems to see it too though. Not a moment later I hear the unmistakable sound of blasting... the same as my eldritch blast. Aria comes back around the corner, and suddenly I hear her voice... in my head.
"Lizardfolk, four of them!"
"Why am I hearing your voice in my head?" I whisper, a little freaked out.
She ignores me. I go around the corner, ready for action. Immediately a javelin comes at me, but I dodge it, only to get hit with another one. The lizardfolk stand in the hallway, reaching for clubs now that they've hit me.
"Nice try!" I groan, pulling the projectile out of my armor.
Two Yuan Ti come out with longbows, and shoot at me. Apparently I am just too shiny because they keep missing. Charlie the Paladin comes up behind me and throws a javelin at the lizardfolk. Aria joins me in the hall and starts blasting them.
"Give us the dwarf and we'll let you live!" I shout at them.
Apparently they don't want to play the Karsi game, as they charge me with clubs. Their loss. They keep trying to hit and bite me but I avoid them, but soon am locked into battle with three lizard folk. One attacks Charlie, and then another gets me with his club. I can feel my shoulder wrench out of it's socket and then back. It's enough to stop me for a moment, and I look up to see one of the Yuan Ti trying to cast suggestion on me. It fails to get through, I'm just not having their s#!t today. They try to get Morrigan, and she returns the favor by casting a wall of fire, cutting off all but one of them from attacking us.
Theres a shout from behind, and Grainne reappears on the ground, having fallen out of spider form. She looks pissed. I start attacking the lizard man that didn't get flame walled with my sword, and he moves on to attack Morrigan.
"That's right, you can't handle me!" I yell at it.
Then the other guys start walking through the fire wall, and attacking me. It hurts, a lot, but I'm having too much fun to care. This is really taking me back to the old days, back when a good day meant taking on bands of bad guys with my friends in arms and living to laugh about it over crappy beer.
Theres a resounding boom as Grainne casts shatter, catching herself in the blast. Even having hurt herself, she then casts mantle of inspiration. I smarten up for a moment, and run out of the way of the guys attacking me, putting the Paladin between me and them. One of the Yuan Ti runs after me, trying to bite and slash at me, but keeps missing. Another one attacks Charlie, and he sets it aflame with his sword. Bad@$$. Another wall of fire pops up, narrowing the amount of attackers.
As I'm hacking at the Yuan Ti that attacked me, a flaming Yuan Ti comes screaming out of the fire wall and attacks Morrigan. She and the paladin take that one on, while I stick to the same guy, hacking away and grinning from ear to ear. The paladin is going to be shocked when he sees what happens when I take it down, and I can't wait to see his face. It's not long until the flaming guy goes down, and Charlie turns to attack mine.
"Don't kill my guy! I've got him."
"What?" The Paladin clearly doesn't know how to back down.
"Trust me." The Yuan Ti are doing a number on me, but I want to try to do what I did before, back at the ice castle. "You should go back and help the others. Leave this guy to me."
"Yes, mistress." He says, rushing off.
Omen tries to come lend aid, but I call her off. She nods in understanding, and runs into the other room. Aria comes tearing up to me, and I'm about to snap at her when she gives me a look.
"Relax."
The human girl punches the Yuan Ti in the face, and toys with it with her blade, cutting it just enough to really hurt it but not kill it. With her help and the paladin, it goes down, and I make the finishing blow. A shadowy figure rises from its corpse, forming a spectral Yuan Ti.
"Welcome back, Chad."
The paladin stares at it and then back at me in shock. I shrug.
"I can't explain it. It just happens."
"Its an abomination. Its evil!" He says.
"The last person to say that was a vampire that was trying to kill us. Chad stays, don't touch him."
"Chad?!"
Even though this thing scares me, it was enormously useful the last time it happened. And if I give it a stupid name, it makes it a little less terrifying.
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"Kassi, draw your weapon!"
The ghosts... shadowy, terrifying figures, whatever they were, closed in. I could barely breathe, the air around us was cold and thick with dread.
"Its Karsi." I whispered.
"I don't care what your damn name is, private! Stand and fight!"
We had come into the fortress, and found several bodies of the guards who had been stationed there. There was a good chance the very spirits we were being attacked by were the very same guards. I had never seen actual ghosts before, and my mind couldn't process if they were real or some hallucination. The fear, the overwhelming dread, was real.
I drew my sword, unsure if it would do anything, and stood ready behind my commander. My fellow soldiers, all of us just barely out of training, stood beside me, shaking in fear but ready to fight.
"I can't," I cried, tears clouding my vision.
"Their only real power is fear," whispered my friend Everet. "Look around you. We have your back."
We charged in, my hands barely able to hold my sword as they shook. They were too many, and although none of us died, we had to retreat. Some fears you can never truly overcome.
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We go to the other room to regroup. Theres holes in the ground and statues, but it seems pretty safe. I realize just how beat up I really am as soon as the adrenaline wears off, and flop to the ground sighing dramatically.
"Karsi, you look bad." Omen says, standing over me. I give her a thumbs up from the ground.
"I can heal you," the Paladin says. I can tell it's with a lot of reluctance. He clearly thinks I'm evil. "But im going to have to lay on hands."
"That's kind of Karsi's thing." Morrigan comments.
I get up, wiping myself off.
"That's fine. Do it."
I still don't like paladins, I associate them all with my ex Chad... but Charlie has been a huge help and surprisingly open minded about my "evil" quirks. I feel a lot better after being healed, and I'm quite ready to take on more Yuan Ti.
We try to come up with a plan, but the sorcerer and wizard are worried about being tapped out on spells. I myself have one left, but I have a Chad and my sword- that's all I really need. I think those two forget that theres things called weapons, and you can use them to stab and slash and all sorts of good things. Aria offers to scout ahead so we know exactly what we are walking into, and it seems the best course of action. Before we get ready to head out, I check in with Omen.
"Omen, I know we are about to get to the dwarf... and I know you think he will bring up some things about you. But if you try anything, if you try to kill him... I'm going to have to stop you."
She looks a bit betrayed, but I want this guy alive. We need to bring him back to the council and he needs to be alive to give them any information.
"Fine." She says, and walks off.
"You're still my best friend!" I call after her. She ignores me.
Aria sneaks off invisible, so we dont realize when she comes back and starts talking in our heads again. She tells us they saw her and tried speaking to her but none of us speak their language. It's time to go, we need to kill these guys before they kill the dwarf.
We line up in the corridor, Omen and Aria invisible in the front. I try to give a motivational speech but I never was any good at it.
"I love you all," I tell them. "Except I don't really know you two. But I guess I love you also."
The paladin goes to bless himself, Aria and I.
"Get Omen instead," I touch my armor, and a layer of frost covers the glowing mail. "I'd like to see them try to get me."
Aria goes in stealthily, completely unseen. I send Chad in towards a Yuan Ti with snakes for arms hiding by a statue, ordering him to attack. They all start closing in on him... perfect fireball formation. The rest of us move in, and Chad poofs away. He served us well, once again. The snake arm guys come after me, biting me. I can feel poison running through my veins, but the snake arms recoil as the freezing cold penetrates them. Brain freeze at its finest.
The giant Yuan Ti abomination appears to be our biggest threat, but I think they underestimated our true strength. It grovels on the ground as we take everything else out. One of the Yuan Ti tries casting suggestion on me again, but fails. I'm the most suggestive person there is, nobody can suggest anything to me!
The caster attacks Omen, who immediately casts witch bolt on it. I go to her aid, but she tells me she has it under control. Aria comes over, covered in darkness so poor Omen can't see, but it falls momentarily.
Soon the floor is littered with bodies of Yuan Ti, and we stand victorious. This went better than I thought it would. Now we just need to talk to this dwarf... and I hope my dear friend Omen doesn't do anything too crazy.
~ Karsi
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Post by dragonforgotten on Mar 18, 2019 0:19:17 GMT -5
For once I'm glade my vision was wrong, that sound we heard was a paladin, glowing armor and all scuffling through Grains new garden and is now standing on the opposite side of the bridge. I lead poor Grahz against the wall before he starts slumping and collapses on top of me. I pullled my sweaters neck further up my neck. I don't need to complicate matters further. We threw him a rope and we manage to wrangle him over to our side no problem. I don't know how to feel in this mans presences considering the fate of our last paladin. I don't think my poor nerves can take another ritual sucide. I also hope he's more... understanding of my situation and kind like the last one was as well even though i think no one is going to top him considering he charged into a fortress with a bear mount and a war dog. Before we even get a word in or even ask for his name he casts a spell on us. Im not even going to bother, i know what he's doing. It's what all paladins do. either zone of truth or smite. My bones are not broken yet so it has to be the other. I need to be careful, i have too many secrets that i rather keep underwraps. thankfully he just wants to know our reasons for being here so i inform him of our plight, that we are not cultists but we are descending into this pit to retrieve a dwaven wyrmspeaker to obtain information on the white masks where abouts. Our group doesn't have a name yet. I would prefer Dragon bane, or Drakonguard but thats just me. Maybe just the fellowship to keep it short and sweet, maybe make it fancy and mysterious like the Band of Colors Horrors . Im getting ahead of myself again. we introduce ourselves we all shake Charles hand. With Grahz seriously wounded he cant continue fighting, we need all the help we can get so I'll take my blessings when i can get it. I will save my questions when we get over hurtles one, two, and three. Almost imminently he starts sweet talking all of us with such haughty flattery. karsis flattered but not flustered like she was with Kovatch. Charely then gives me a wink i have no time for this tom foolery, there is a dwarf to retrieve and snakes to exterminate. "With a new member among us our odds have increased in favorability. our next course of action is that we go to the heart of the temple and dispose of the more powerful yuan ti, then we can work our way from there throughout the complex and eradicate the rest or leave with our target. No offense to dear Jin Do. "Should'nt we first explore the complex?" spoke Aria, spider Grain waves her legs in agreement. "No, we came her for two things and two things only. We need to secure both the mask and the dwarf before we delve deeper. Once there leaders are dead the rest will fall easily enough. Let's move out before we are caught." I start walking and the rest follow and so with the group moving now i retreat back to my spot in the back as the paladin takes the lead after informing everyone of the direction to the alter. Charley tries every move he can to impress us as the only male among females. winks, compliments, trying to put the moves on Karsi. He fails to get a reaction out of her. He tried once with me and i immediately receive a vision so i tell him like a good person does. "Buy the Cider not the Ale. She's planning to poison you during dinner." he hasn't tried anything on me since. Must be my pasty complexion. I send a secrete magical message to karsi. "hey karsi. What do you think of this guy?" "He's ok, glad he's here. Shame Im not into paladins. Are you trying to hook me up?" "No, just a little nervous on how hell react when he finds out about my involvement in 'you know what'. Last paladin i knew committed ritual suicide and i bearly got to know Tul in person. There not all crazy right?" ------
As we're walking, getting closer and closer a mingrain forming between me eyes and i have to stop messaging. Its murder on my concentration but i hold out. Suddenly someone brings up something about the dwarf. "So Omen is he your dad our something?" I cant remember when this was brought up, i cant even remember if was brought up in the first place but the mer thought of it causes me to see red. Suddenly i snap around to the source of those words. "He will never be my father. That man deserves nothing but to suffer a slow and agonizing death." I blink and everyone gives me a werid look. Did i say something werid again? Aria sneaks ahead around the corner. Entering the familiar and twisting hallway I get the shock of my life when Arias voice echos my thoughts informing us of lizardmen dead ahead. By gods! I need to study this too! Before i can even process how she did it the lizardmen start pouring through the poors and the hallway. It happened so fast that there now is one standing in front of me with a blood thirsty look with no one to help me. I panicked, let's say. I told a bad pun laced with magic, thankfully causing it to fall on the floor reeling with laughter. not far from me Spider grain, who had been clinging to the walls turn back into our bard and lands hard on her ribs with a crunch. I clutch me head, curse my f****ing head. I creep over and help her into a sitting postion. "Sorry." I then reach deeper inside myself and heal. Her wounds mend and i step back into postion just in time to dump into a yuan ti pureblood. She hisses and tries to shoot a familiar blast of poison in my face but i shrug it off. In retaliation i blast a bolt into her and to my amazement the blast is pitifully in ineffective against her scales. Interesting, This requires further study and questions. Aria takes over for me so I watch karsi and Charley argue among each other. "Don't kill him he's mine! Trust me!" "He's right there! I can smite him into the afterlife and be done with it!" "You will let me kill this lizard and or help me!" "yes mistress." wow, it seems already that Karsi has bewitched another victim with her feminine charms. Im not aware of how this argument started so I raised my arms to start blasting. "Omen dont!" "Not even a little bit?" "No, please!" I sigh, resigning myself to moral support. Someone has to do it. Im not the best person to do it but no one else seems to be volunteering. Karsi then kill him and he raises again as a spector, chade 2.0. the Paladin is obviously in raged by this unholy blasphemy but with a little talking we accepts that it will disappear and will only aid us. With the help of Morigans firewall the yuan ti and lizard men are destroyed. Aria wishs for us to meet in the now empty room the lizards rushed out of to plan. Excellent. Before that Karsi grabs me by the shoulder. "Omen, I know we are about to get to the dwarf... and I know you think he will bring up some things about you. But if you try anything, if you try to kill him... I'm going to have to stop you." oh that. I cant help but feel a little disappointed that i cant be trusted in his presence but honestly, i cant even trust myself thinking about it. It's been a couple of days since i've learned about his where about's and honestly i haven't been taking it all too well. Any information i have about him is just a blank. It is impersonal and strained. Theres this seething resentment thats been growing the closer i get to him. Just knowing he's just in the next room sets my blood on fire. Ive been setting my mind to this task step by step to keep my rational and just to keep me grounded. I don't know what he did but it must have been bad enough for me to feel this way five years later without knowing about his existence. He holds the truth to everything. He knows everything. He needs to die(talk). Aw damn it! Why did you have to bring him up Karsi! I know your just trying to help but why! "Fine" i enter the room before i get overwhelmed. "You're still my best friend!" she calls out. I wouldn't ask for anyone else to break my face should i go off the deep end. She sounds sad now. Great, she thinks i'm mad at her!
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This did'nt go as planned. Morrigan peppered the giant Yuan ti with firballs and i turned his fate to fail just in case. Grain has done a fantasic job in keeping the Abomination groveling as his minons try helplessly to snap there great powerful leader out of his pathetic weeping. Im wasting the bless Charley placed on me which karsi suggest. I cant disappoint so i dive into the frey immidiantly Im hit by an arrow and the pureblood closes in. I do karsi proud and witchbolt him as the lightening extends from my fingers and tethers us together. just stab him! Its taking too long! no! this is better! This is taking too long! The dwarf is going to get away! He's tied up! That is ineffective! AUG my head! It's like an iron spike is being driven into my brain.. Karsi jumps in and stabs the pureblood in front of me, the lightening struck him and in an instant the last yuan ti is dead. Theres is now nothing between me and the Dwarf. Karsi is celebrating jumping around and slapping me on the back. She's talking to me about something. About how great i did, if I'm ok? I cant hear her or see her well. Its getting fuzzy. suddenly
Im back in the tower, on the ground, I'm surrounded by faceless figures in robes. I see him. I see Varrum standing over me wearing the white wyrm mask, his back to me. Theres also some else who sticks out. A tall human man in red. I cant move or speak. theres something next to me on the ground but i cant move my head. The is blood on my lips and i feel it seeping into my robes. "Just burn the lot, we are short on time. We have work to do to fix this ones mess." suddenly the man in red touches my face, sheilding my eyes, grabs the hilt of a blade buried right in my chest and violently pulls out a dragontooth dagger.
Omen the Farsighted
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Post by Chris on Mar 19, 2019 11:58:47 GMT -5
End Uktar 18 6:00:0pm, 1489 DR; The Year of the Warrior Princess, Selune is waxing crescent The Rise of Tiamat The Serpent Hills Ss'tck'al Temple (Varum the prisoner) Meditation Chamber (helmed horrors) Back to Waterdeep The Sea of Moving Ice The Draakhorn's Call "Old White Death" MacCath the Crimson Setting Sail MVP = Stephen Penna as Runar Our plays on RPGGeek.com rpggeek.com/plays/thing/162998?userid=1168080
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Post by Aileen on Mar 19, 2019 14:17:28 GMT -5
I kept my eye on Omen as we approached the dwarf, but she didn't try anything. Varram had been unconscious, but Grainne and the paladin worked on waking him up.
I was startled by footsteps approaching, and turned to see Kovatch enter the chamber. My heart nearly stopped, and I shook my head, realizing it wasn't him. This half orc was tall, handsome, and had two ravens with him. Zoltan flew over to me, landing on my shoulder.
"CORN!" he squawked in my ear.
"Hello. My name is Runar." The mysterious half orc announced. "Where is Kovatch?"
We all stood in silence for a moment. Who was this man? How did he know Kovatch had been here?
"I'm sorry. Kovatch died." I said. I turned away, tears threatening to fall, struggling to find what to say. "He and our Tortle Arnie decided to open the tomb of Diderius."
"What? The child is dead too?"
"They were warned not to open it," said Grahz. "They did it anyway."
The dwarf woke up and Grainne and Morrigan got him talking. I joined them at his side. The others thought we had come for his mask, but I clearly remembered the Harpers saying it had been lost. They wanted the dwarf, and we had him now. He told us that due to losing the mask, the Cult of the Dragon would kill him if he went back to them. He also has valuable information regarding the cult that he wants to give the council of Waterdeep.
"Are you defecting?" I asked.
"No. I'm just not stupid. I'm clearly your prisoner."
"We are taking you to Waterdeep. You are probably going to go to jail."
"Jail's alive."
He seems pretty accepting of his fate and will probably not be an issue. What he doesn't realize is death is more merciful than Waterdeep Prison. Three years I spent under that roof, and I wish it on no one.
We searched the room, and found a dragonstooth dagger. Omen grabbed it, and stiffened.
"Karsi, take it." Her hand shook, and she kept looking between me and the dwarf. "Take it right now!" She demanded.
"Okay, chill!" I grabbed it by the blade, and she loosened her grip. "I'll hold on to it, just let me know when you want it back."
Omen wants to rest, and most of us do too but theres searching to be done. I help Grainne for a bit, and then sit down to take a breather. Runar asks if we want him to look at any magical objects and identify them, and I let him check out the dagger. I close my eyes for all of five minutes and realize he took it and put it in his... suspiciously deep pack.
"Hey, orc boy- the knife?"
"What about it?"
"I will take it back."
"I thought you were meditating?"
"What?" I stood up. "You said you would identify the dagger, and then took it. Give it back."
"You never claimed it."
I got in his face, blood boiling.
"What is your problem?! We don't even know you!"
"Karsi!" Grahz steps in. "You're yelling. Let's not draw attention to where we are?"
I take a deep breath, hands curled into fists, and release. The half orcs converse in orcish for a moment, and I keep my eyes on Runar.
"If you weren't so handsome I would punch you in your face." I say in elvish.
"You still can." He says back, in my own tongue, and winks. Is there anything this guy doesn't know?
He hands me the dagger, and I put it on my belt, before walking away flustered. I know I just lost Kovatch, but I have a feeling this friend of his is going to push me over the edge. I hate him already.
"Charles!" I walk up to the paladin. "Do you have manacles?"
"What for?" He smirks, and I swear the man is posing.
"The dwarf?" I really am done with men today.
We keep the dwarf's hands tied, but let him walk. I'm sure he wouldn't try anything stupid, but I'm also not willing to risk him getting his hands on one of our weapons or spell casting. We go back to the room with the holes in the floor and search what we hadn't had time to do before. Grainne hops down into one of the holes, and starts pulling up coins.
"Here, Karsi." She reaches up, and I start taking one coin at a time.
"Ladies, let's use our brains." Charlie says, putting his helmet down to her to collect the coins. I hadn't thought of that, that's why I try travel with smart people.
We get a decent amount of coin, but theres a lot of pits in the room and we decide its better to move on and get back to Waterdeep, and a surprise attack is not worth any kind of money.
The options before us are to cross the bridge again, risk falling, and get past Diderius. Or we can take the set of stairs we didn't see before, and hope it leads to another exit. Its decided that we take the stairs.
"Charles, after you!" I tell the paladin. He renders a salute and takes the lead. I let Grainne and Runar go ahead of me, and March the dwarf in front of me.
"You could untie me, I'm not going anywhere." He grumbles to me.
"Bold of you to think I will trust you, dwarf."
"That's some nice armour," he gives me a once over. Creep. "What did you have to do to get it?"
"Something you will never get." I hiss, and push him on.
Charlie opens a door and goes into a room, followed by Runar. Its evident that getting out of here isn't going to be as easy as we would hope, as something in the room attacks them. Runar yells for us to get in there and help, but we are all scrambling to get by eachother down the stairs. Omen withdraws to the back, trying to get away from the dwarf. I run down into the room, and see two suits of armour completely filled with snakes. Are the snakes driving the armour?! I jump into the fray next to Runar, attacking the helmed horror with my sword.
"Nice hit!" Runar says in elvish. I feel myself blush involuntarily.
Runar deflects a blow from the thing with his bracer, and it swings at me. I am not so lucky, and the blade, dripping with venom, pierces me below my upraised arm. I feel venom running through my bloodstream, and it just fuels me to keep on fighting. I hack at it as it gets me more, Reggie the construct raven spits acid from above, and Runar hits it with a flaming axe. Finally I take it down, and move on to the one getting Grahz and Charlie. Omen comes up behind me.
"Karsi, I need the dagger."
"I'm busy here!" I gasp, the things blade sinking into my arm again.
She goes to the other side and pulls out Insurance, her silver dagger, and stabs at it. It switches between hitting all of us, until finally Runar takes it down. I lean against the wall, panting and barely keeping conscious. The snake venom was no joke.
"Anyone need healing?" Runar asks the room. I laugh, covered in my own blood.
"I could use some."
He sends Reggie over, and the mechanical bird kisses my cheek with his beak. I feel a little better, shockingly. Zoltan keeps following the faux-raven around, trying to emulate him, but he has no special abilities.
Grahz opens a door that leads to a hallway ending in another door. Just as he tells us about it, Grainne finds a secret door in the wall. It leads outside! Morrigan goes through and is totally fine, so we follow her. I give the dagger to Omen, and she stares at it for a moment, eyes wide.
"We are being watched!" She says, growing paler. "I think they're spying on us. Be careful what you say."
She takes time to examine it, and we all take a rest. Runar goes to the graves, and sets a rock on the one Kovatch is buried in. Hes upset with us for burying him with his gear, but nobody has the heart to dig him up. The rock does something magical, and an image of a young half orc, with Kovatch's signature grin, appears over the grave. In runes he wrote Kovatch's name, and although I think it's in orcish I can read it with my strange ability. Runar tells us how he knew Kovatch, how they grew up as basically brothers. They had been apart for 12 years, and he had heard tales of his exploits while serving the Harpers. He came to see if they were true, if Kovatch really stunned a white dragon with just his fist. He came too late.
"I'm sorry about Kovatch." I told him in elvish. "We were... close. I wish I'd had more time to get to know him."
Runar nods, and I have to walk away as the tears flow. Omen tells us that the dagger has scrying powers and she thinks that's how people can spy on us. I ask for the dagger, and she hands it over.
"Stop spying on us!" I yell at it, and then hand it back. "If it gives us any trouble I'll give them something to really look at."
Our plan is to move on once we can get some water, and luckily Runar can purify water with his alchemy kit. Also turns out he has a bag of holding, and reluctantly he offers to let us put stuff in it. Theres one more matter to attend to, and I feel bad about it.
"I left my pack inside. In the room with the wine..."
"I'll go in with you," Charlie offers.
"Me too. Should be okay to go back through." Says Omen.
We enter, answering the statues, ignoring the cowls, and come to the hallway outside the Chimera room. I stop dead in my tracks. The tiles that Grainne had swept out are now gone.
"On second thought, we should go back. I'll cut my losses."
"What?" Charlie looks annoyed. "Why?"
"We fought a tile chimera in here. I think it may have rebuilt itself."
"I think you're right." Omen says. "Anything really valuable in your pack?"
"No... money and rations. Everything else is replaceable."
We head back outside, and do the bagless walk of shame back to the group.
"Wheres your pack?" Runar asks, handing me three fresh water skins.
"No go. It's fine. Someone will have to feed me, that's all."
The journey to the tent city is three days at a normal pace, two if we push it. We probably don't have enough water, and our horses died while we were in the tomb, so it's going to be a push. The others are reluctant to go fast, but I put on my best soldier voice and get them motivated. Once in the guard, always in the guard. Exhaustion takes a toll on us all, but we make it to the tent city alive. Omen and Morrigan collapse the moment we arrive, unable to walk a step further. I stay with them and the dwarf while Grainne and the guys go to get food and water.
We eat and drink like dying men, and have to stay in town for 5 days before we can make the trip to Waterdeep. The carriage we arrived in was taken by the previous bar owner, as he sold it and moved on. We had to buy new horses and cart and carriage, and stocked up on necessary supplies. Fifteen days of uneventful travel later, we were in Waterdeep.
The council requests our presence the moment we arrive, and we bring Varram to them. They take custody of him, and notify us that they will question him.
"Sounds fun. May I join?"
"No, we have another task for you." Dala Silmerhelve approaches us.
She reminds the group of the sea of ice and the Draakhorn. The Arcane Brotherhood wants their sorcerer Maccath back, and we are being given passage on a ship to try to find her. There is also the problem of another white dragon, Arauthator the "Old White Death". Omen is not pleased with this mission, she has a serious issue with white dragons. I was nearly killed by one, and not looking forward to that potential fate again, but at least now I know what to expect. If we can complete this mission, there is a chance the Arcane Brotherhood will become an ally in the war against the cult. That's a possibility we can't pass up.
We have one night in Waterdeep before we have to report to the Frostskimmer, and we all make the most of it. The council provided us with new outfits and cold weather gear, so us ladies put on a fashion show for ourselves before heading out for the night. I've never worn so much fur in my life, and we look awesome. However, it's too warm in Waterdeep to wear them.
We all head out to a tavern, and start drinking. Omen, Grainne and Morrigan decide to go to a bathhouse, drunk as skunks, but I elect to stay out with Grahz and Runar. Half orcs are always more fun to party with, and I need a break from the ladies. Nobody in Waterdeep recognizes me anymore, even the old bartender who once kicked me out of this establishment, so i feel a little better about being home. The past is in the past.
The next morning I wake hungover, and open my eyes to see Runar next to me. I sit up, trying to remember the events of the night before, and see Zoltan and Reggie sitting at the window.
"CORN!" Zoltan squawks.
Oh Karsi, what have you done?
~ Karsi
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Post by whunyer on Mar 19, 2019 14:35:01 GMT -5
Well, the horror that was in "meditation chamber" humbled me. Snakes filled these abominable statues and then came to life. My broadsword seemed useless against the foul things of stone. It took all of this party to dismiss these things. Gratefully the door out of this took us out into the blessed sun. Here I discovered that even though it felt like a lifetime, I had only been in the tomb for a few hours. We went back in to recover a backpack left, but they lost there nerve over some mosaic monster. I decided to follow their lead and leave. It was a difficult force march back to a tent city, even when riding my steed. At this place I offered my services if ever needed to the faithful brotherhood that runs these hills. They stand on a thin line between chaos and all things civilized. After, the march to Waterdeep was much easier, along well traveled roads. When we arrived, these folks seemed to have been honest, because they were quickly called to the council and charged with a mission in great North. I paid my tithes and now follow. Mar 19, 2019 12:58:47 GMT -4 Chris said: End Uktar 18 6:00:0pm, 1489 DR; The Year of the Warrior Princess, Selune is waxing crescent The Rise of Tiamat The Serpent Hills Ss'tck'al Temple (Varum the prisoner) Meditation Chamber (helmed horrors) Back to Waterdeep The Sea of Moving Ice The Draakhorn's Call "Old White Death" MacCath the Crimson Setting Sail MVP = Stephen Penna as Runar Our plays on RPGGeek.com rpggeek.com/plays/thing/162998?userid=1168080
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Post by Stephen on Mar 19, 2019 18:08:52 GMT -5
Runar opened the leather bound journal. Flowing calligraphy in neat lines told the tale of Kovatch. Runar read about Kovatchs time in the Kensei Monk monastery. Some journal entries were long others short. Most of the monastery entries were just detailed accounts of the brutal training regiments Kovatch endured. Those Kensei Monks are no joke!
The journal picked up the pace after Kovatch joined the nameless band of adventurers on their first quest following the Hoard of the Dragon Queen. Runar was impressed with everything the adventures had gone through. It was apparent that Kovatch loved to fight. He was really good at it too. Skimming through to the last few entries, Runar confirmed that Kovatch did in fact stun an adult white dragon, a mosaic chimera and a clay golem. Also a plethora of other foes fell to his Khopesh.
With a study hand written in the common language Runar begins to write.....
To my great sadness Kovatch is dead. From what his friends tell me him and the tortle tried to take on a Mummy Lord all by themselves. Not smart my old friend. Not smart at all. Oh well. They buried him outside the tomb. I was able to have a few moments with him. Using some magical tinkering, I infused onto a small stone a few lines of his greatest deeds. Also how I last saw him...12 years ago. The image of a half-orc boy and his deeds will forever be projected from the small stone I placed on his grave.
Backing up a bit the journey south from Waterdeep was easy. Picking up their trail even easier. Finding the group in the dungeon...the easiest part of it all. I just followed the bodies. Oddly enough I found a large black raven, bigger than my homunculus Reggie, squawk a greeting and something about Kovatch and Karsi just outside the tomb. I held out my hand and the bird fly over and landed on my armored forearm. Together the three of us ventured into the Tomb.
So there I was...walked in on them mid sentence. After a brief introduction and demanding to know where my childhood friend was I stepped back and observed. Karsi is a smoking hot half-elf warlock. I picked up enough through general conversation that her patron is the Raven Queen and I thought she was gonna swoon when Zoltan, her raven, flew to her. Grainne is a half-dark elf female bard. Omen is a twitchy human female wizard. Grahz, a fellow male half-orc, is a mighty warrior. Morrigan the female teifling is a sorcerer. Charles a human paladin. All in all a well rounded group. Even more so with the addition of Reggie and I.
After some exploring we travel further into the tomb. Someone finds an odd looking knife. I offer to identify it. After doing so I slip it into my bag and begin to stand up. That didn’t go over so well. If Karsi wanted it back she shoulda said so. Dunno why some people “assume” things. Communication goes a long way.
Karsi’s glowing armor lights the way. Wonder if I can alchemically produce the same effect? They loot only one of many “pits” in the cave floor. The itch to dive down them all searching for lost relics is almost to much to bare. Thankfully my willpower doesn’t falter.
Following Charles down some stairs we enter a square room with four stone statues of Yuanti and a single door. Charles walks up to and begins spitting on the statue further in the room. I slip into a corner and wait for the inevitable. Within a few seconds swarms of snakes slither out of the wall near two statues and enter the stone statues! Was an odd sight and my mind tried to formulate how to artificially replicate the same effect. My thoughts were dashed as one of the statues clunked it’s way toward me. I drew my axe, reached into my pouch, mumbled the elf, orc and common word for flame and drew out a vial of liquid fire. Pouring it in my axe head, it burst into flames. The heat of it felt good against the dank stench of snake. Sending Reggie up I engage the statue.
The give and take of combat happens. I hit it, Reggie spits acid, it hits me. One thing I did notice was that it took a long time for the rest of the “seasoned group of adventures” to join the fray. This worried me at first. A few swings of my ax later Grahz and Karsi enter the chamber. I can hear Grainne insulting the statue from the stairs. Eventually, albeit ineffectively, the magic users show up. Karsi however dealt some serious damage to the statue we were fighting.
We destroy the statues, find a secret door that leads to the outside. Once outside they bring me to Kovatchs grave.....
Before to long we are walking hard through the rocky wasteland to the tent city. Water and rations are scarce among them. I offer up what I can but some of them barely make it to the tent city.
We stock up and rest a few days before purchasing horses and a carriage for the trip back to Waterdeep.
Upon entering Waterdeep we are offered food and lodging. The dwarf is taken into custody. A new mission is assigned to us. Looks like we are heading up to investigate the Draakhorn and to find the sorcerer Maccath for the arcane brotherhood. If we can accomplish the mission the brotherhood will join Waterdeep in the quest against the Dragon Queen.
Securing winter clothes, topping off my supplies and oiling Reggie completes my afternoon. A knock on my door...Karsi in plain clothes wants me to go out with her and Grahz. We go out and drink. A lot. I awake the next morning laying next to a half naked Half-elf.
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Post by dragonforgotten on Mar 24, 2019 16:32:20 GMT -5
By the time i snapped back into reality I noticed everyone was gone and had surrounded the Dwarf. Varram the White. He's in the middle of talking to the group. I catch what they are saying. Varram, the insect he is, not only lost the mask but allowed another to take it along with getting captured by snakes..The cult now has the mask back, but which one now wears it? Now that he has nothing he crawls right to us. he wants us to save him from his fate. He wants us to protect his worthless life. It is thanks to him that Arnie and Kovatch are dead! It is his fault i am so f****ed! THIS waste of space and time got my friend and my adoptive son killed and now he's beggings us to save his sniveling life!! There is no word to discribe this scathing insult! How could i have worked under such a pathetic man. This failure. He got my poor child dead. Kovatch dead! AND FOR WHAT!! Not only do we have to drag him back alive but he tricked a whole village into believing that he's their savior! He gets to get away with all the pain and suffering he's caused without any punishment besides jail.
If there was one thing he was good at it was convincing others he was greater than he was. I saw through it first. which is why everyone under him plotted to take his place. including me. Nice to know things never change...
He deserves his fate to die by the cult. Infact we are being far too kind to him. but no. I take a deep breath after the internal rage that would have made Grahz proud. He must make it back to the conconsile unharmed. This isn't about me. This is about stopping them. It's always been about stopping the cult, no matter the cost. Theres an animalistic hunger inside me to charge in and harm Varram. To grab him by the throat. Demand what happened to the other four. What happened to me and make sense what i saw. But. I.. I cant. I lean against the wall waiting, watching. For once silent. Containing my rage. The group is talking among themselves, then Karsi runs over holding something. I see it. The Dragon Tooth Dagger. MY dagger. "Omen, you wanted this right?" I nod dumbly and she places it in my hands. This was a mistake on my part. it hurts. The dagger knows i've betrayed it. I cant think straight. It feels like i've been stabbed through the heart. "Karsi! take it! Take it now!" "Alright all right!" She takes it out of my hand and its gone just like that. Karsi looks at me with such pity that it make me worried. "Ill hold onto it. Just let me know when you want it back but first I'll take it to Runar to identify it." Runar? Who the hells is Runar? I search around when suddenly a machanical crow darts past my ear along with Zolton. When did he get here? Suddenly i see.. Kovactch? No wait. he doesn't have the right muscles to be him. Karsi seems to be yelling at him when he tried to bag the dagger. Eventually he gives it back to her. I cant say im very pleased with him currentlyThe robotic bird lands onto the devilishly hansom half orc that is not Kovatch. Theres a c**** ton of colorful bottles, nick nacks and shiny tools strapped to every part of him. I want him. Not the orc, f*** the orc. I want the bird. I want to touch them and that bird. I want to take apart the bird and see whats powering it. Very very bad. I have never seen anything like it in all my studies both past and persent. Then it starts pecking at people and- What! There healed! HOW? I NEED to know everything! Then to put the icing one the cake he pulls out a hand bag he's dubbed a "Pakpac". It's so tiny. How is he carrying all his- Oh. my. That cant be what i think it is can it? "Pardon. Where did you get that?" "Oh i made it. Names Runar." I think I'm going to faint. This is too much for my nerves. He made it! He made a pocket dimension and he's acting like its not a big deal. This is a nice distraction from the existential crisis i just experienced. ------
This is turning into a mess. Im already making a bad impression to the new member. Curse you narrow staircases and my horribly encumbered bag. They need my help down there but just by watching Morigann magic not working on them. The armored statues filled with snakes shrug everything off like its nothing, even shatters. Ill need to change how i fight for now. I charged in like the rest of them pulling out Insurance. "Karsi, i need the dagger!" "Kind of Busy at the moment!" she said parrying the statues sword before it could hit Runar. I move into postion till suddenly that metal bird swoops past my head and vomits at the statue as parts of it start to dissolve. It's spit ACID to!? The helm horrors are destroyed with our persistance and tenacity. With the battle won i approach karsi and ask for the dagger back. "Are you ready?" "Yes. if we are going to be fighting creatures resistant to my magic Il'l need it. I can do it this time." She hands it back to me. There is no pain this time but now i feel a new presence. A cold chill runs down my back. I feel like I am being watched. It dawns on me quick. "We are being watched." "What, how? By who?" Grain asks. "I cant say how. They are using a method called Scrying. It lasts for 10 minutes but they can hear and see us. I would be able to dispel this but i lack the power of the third eye to see it. We need to be careful what we say." "well s****" said Runar. You got that right.
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After the helm horrors we discovered the exit, the dagger back in my possession but now my heads. Runar asked us to take us to Kovatches grave and we do easily enough. its is then that i learn that he is Kovatches brother and he tells us the story of there seperation. How the village was attacks by the cult when he and Kovatch were a boy. I don't have a strong feelings yet. If he's Kovatches brother then he must be a good person. Don't like his attitude though. He seems very rude. Hell get better though, i'm sure of it. "What part of the cult raided your village?" I asked. "the white dragon cult." oh boy... Im standing in awkward silence i try to get a better look at his face. Theres a nagging familiarity about it but i just cant recall. I pull my sweaters collar further up my neck then it was already. You know.. just to be safe. "Well... I still need to get my back pack. Anyone wants to come?" "AYE!" i said at the same time as Charley. We entered the tomb once again but just as we returned to the chamber of the mosaic Chimara Karsi yells at us to stop. We freeze, confused. "Whats wrong?" "The tiles. Didnt Grain move them out of the way?" "She did." "Then why are they back in the room again?" "....." "........" "on second thought. There was a lot of rubbish in that bag right?" "yes. lets leave and never come back. Agreed." "Agreed."
We turned right back around. By the time we returned to the Graves Runar had set up a small laboratory and Kovatchs grave had a shimmering picture on the stonemark we left on the grave.. I went to investigate. Its Kovatch but he's just a child in that picture. I look back from him and Runar, then back again. The feeling is getting stronger. Thats not possible though. I ask Runar if i can sit next to him while he's working with his bottles and brews. Im staring at his work and then at him. Theres something there. Im so close but its starting to get stranger and stranger the more i learn. He may be part of the mystery.
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No foood. no water. So tired. i think i'm going to die... so close. just a little more.... made it. Flop.... .... Who's talking to me..? Make a Hut..? OK...
Cant.. do it...
Whats this.. someones placed someone in my hands. What drink? Its Water! I drink and i feel the life come back to me. My vision is still hazy but i see Runars back turn to me as he talks to Grahz.
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The trip to waterdeep was uneventful and much easier. I think nearly starving tends to make one more careful. Worried about the Scry i tried to duck out of the meeting. Bad day to realize that these meetings are mandatory. They were pleased we brought Varram but I'm still pissed we are not allowed to see him currently. Now our next mission. To locate not only the drakkon horn but find a missing member of the Arcane Brotherhood last near the lair of Arauthator the "Old White Death". As much as i despise the fact that we are going to possibly pick a fight with a much scarier dragon but its another white one and my powers of sight might be blinded thanks to that old B******. I wonder if i also paid him a visit while i was in the cult. I did have to speak to a lot of dragons in the past to curry favor. So Luskan. Ive heard rumors of that place. Neverwinter and Luskan has a very strained history with each other. The things I've heard. Havent been good nor the people from that place. Ive experience the blunt of that deep seeded resentment while in school. I might be able to blend in considering my heritage. If we survive and complete this mission what might we get from the Brotherhood. I dont like organizations. the last one i was in brought out the worst in me and apparently left me for dead. But the things i could learn from an order of mages. The things that could aid us. This is going to be a difficult choice. Im thinking too much again. Grain is heading for the bathhouse. I think ill join her since karsis.. Alittle busy at the moment. I am after-all, going to freeze for the next few days. ---
-In the bathhouse with Grain-
"You know. Its been too long since i've been in a nice hot bath. far too long. I dont know if ive told you but ive always wanted to teach you know. I love children. its just children find me scary. I don't mean to be scary. .Maybe I'll hire someone you know. Do the book keeping and such... Maybe a tower to store my books....
-one glass of wine later-
I cant believe karsi's fallen for a man like that. I mean, i see the chemistry but the personality. Nope cant see it yet. Now shes off with him. DOnt even what Grahz is doing. proably praying to Bahumant. Isnt that right Grain. Grain?
(After saving Grain from drowning Omen is reading her book at the Drunken Whale tavern/inn)
Morrigan strides on in and pulls a seat next to Omen. "Whatcha doing?" "Reading. Finishing up copying spells over." "Your in a tavern, why don't you drink. its on me tonight." "Oh no i already had some with Grain, i couldn't possibly. "Bartender, drinks down here! Give us the good stuff!" Morriggan procedes to slap some gold on the table and I'm powerless to say no now without wasting her money.
-2 hours later: 1am- omen is facedown in the bar with a disappointed Morrigan "That was a waste of expensive liquor. I thought i was finally going to learn something interesting." suddenly just as she moves to stand Omen hand grabs her my the wrist. Dragon eyes staring back into hers.
Omen the Farsighted
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Post by Chris on Mar 26, 2019 14:06:39 GMT -5
End Uktar 21 2:08:5pm, 1489 DR; The Year of the Warrior Princess, Selune is waxing crescent The Rise of Tiamat The Sea of Moving Ice Giant Octopi Oyaviggaton sighted Ice Hunters The Village An Honorable Duel Ice Hunter Hospitality A Shaman's confession Ice Caves Entrance from the Hut Kobolds! But not for long Ice Trolls McCath the Crimson MVP = Alexis Byrnes as Omen Our plays on RPGGeek.com rpggeek.com/plays/thing/162998?userid=1168080
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