The Nentir Vale is Doomed

The Changeling's Daughter

Chapter 1
She was sitting atop the Trade Spire of Hammerfast. Today had been a profitable day. Her father didn’t quite get what he wanted out of the meeting. After Doughnut had given him the information she had told him to give her father, he had died of natural causes….as it it quite natural for one to die with a blade in the heart. The only thing she did regret was that she didn’t have enough time to feast on his soul. Though she was quite confident they wouldn’t have any ways of bringing him back. All that was left to do now was to lead his party to Fallcrest and complete her job. She spat into the night as she recalled his allies. Worst of them was the Dragonborn. How could could her father have dealt with that damn lizard! If she didn’t have her orders she would have slipped into his room the first night and they would have found him the next morning as a dried husk, his soul stripped from his body and feasted on. But he was to be left to the “others”. She would have to find some creative ways to motivate them.

Instead of looking at the awe inspiring view of the city she looked deeply into her blade and the image of the one inside it. It took her back to those many years ago when “They” took her.

Chapter 2
It was her tenth birthday when she started having the dreams. She was in a dark plane wreathed in fire. Devils tortured a figure huddled in the middle of them as winged figure stood back in the darkness watching it all. She caught glimpse of what she knew to be her mother. The creatures would tear into her only to have the wounds heal moments afterwards. The winged figure held her hand up before Caelynn and she heard a dark whisper in her mind. “Only you can set her free from her torment. You have only to say my name and she will be free.” Her mother would plead for her not to speak the creatures name amidst the torture.

She hadn’t told the guild about her dreams because she thought they would think her crazy. And the dreams would come to her every night. Her mother being tortured and the winged creature offering to save her mother. All she had to do was to speak her name. What harm could come by speaking a simple name? Then it stopped becoming mere dreams. She could hear the whispering of the creature during the day and the tortured screams of her mother. The next night she had her last dream. This time it was different. Her mother’s wounds weren’t healing. “This is the last time I’ll ask you child.” Creature whispered to her. “If you don’t do what I have asked of you your mother’s very soul will be destroyed.” She held her hand up and the devils stopped. “Now it’s time to make your choice child.” Tears where streaming down her eyes. “I can’t!” “You will!” “Please no!” “Say my name!” Her hand descended and the devils leaped at her her mother. “AlianaNashRavana!” She laughter of the winged creature entered her mind.

And she woke up from the horrible dream as a thunder boomed off in the distance. It had apparently started raining while she slept. She looked out the window next to her bed and the could see sheets of rain falling down and lightning off in the distance. She wasn’t alone in the room of course, she slept in one of the guild barracks room with her friends from the guild. Lightning struck right in front of the window and she had to stifle a scream which came out as a squeak. One of the guild members, Zog rose from his bed and went over to her. “Shh it’s just a storm. There’s nothing to worry about lass.” Lightning struck again and she saw a shadow appear at the door of the barracks. It was the creature from her dreams.

Frozen in sheer terror she couldn’t say anything as Aliana grabbed Zog and pulled him into a deep kiss. His face turned blank as she ended the kiss. She whispered into his ear. “Kill your friends.” She smiled as he crept up and slit Macks’ throat while stifling his death rattle. He continued about his gruesome work until only he stood alive among the rooms occupants other than her and the child. Caelynn stared in horror as her only friends in the guild were taken from her one by one. ‘Save me father…please.’ Aliana whispered into her ear as she heard Caelynn’s thoughts. “Your father isn’t coming to save you child. He isn’t even on this plane. By saying my true name you have bound your soul to me. And I believe a taste test in on the first order of business.” She pressed her lips to Caelynns’. Caelynn felt a strong tugging at her very being. She felt part of her consciousness rip away from her and be absorbed. Aliana laughed. “Well, well, well like father like daughter.” And then darkness blissfully took Caelynn.

Chapter 3

A feeling of emptiness broke her from her reverie. The thirst had come again. She needed a fresh kill. To sustain her infernal powers she had to feast on the souls of those she had slain. It had become an addiction to her. One that Aliana had been quick to make use of. After failing to take the dwarfs’ soul she needed to find other alternatives. She looked at her blade and the figure inside of it. She had to consciously stop herself from thinking of that alternative. To do so would bring swift and horrible punishment from her master. A thought did come to her though. She smiled wickedly as she drew a sliver of its soul to slake her thirst for the moment. The figure seemed to shrink down a bit as she feasted on it. She could sustain herself this way for a while. The soul was resilient enough to last a couple more feedings…and if not, then it wasn’t her fault.

Suddenly Caelynn was assaulted by past memories that were not her own. They were gone as quickly as they had come, though she seemed to be able to recall them at will now. This had never happened before. Normally she would only get their last thoughts and memories and those would quickly fade away. She looked more carefully at the memories now and they reminded Caelynn of her own past.

Chapter 4

She was being taught differently than her father. Aliana didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Caelynns’ powers relied on infernal power rather than personal strength and poisonous trickery that her father was taught. By age eleven she was able to manifest her pact weapon, a wicked looking emerald blade with the symbol of Sehanine in the hilt. It took another year to learn how to wield the blade with proficiency. All along this time Aliana was indoctrinating Caelynn against her father. After all if her father loved her so much why wasn’t he there to protect her and instead halfway across the world and beyond. Aliana would free her mother if and only if she spent the rest of her natural life working for her.

On her 12th birthday she was to receive her infernal powers after completing one final test. “Your opponent today will be an old acquaintance of yours.” Aliana smiled and with a gesture of her hand, Zog her still dominated servant stepped out to face her. “To continue the final stages of your training you must kill him with your blade child.” Zog stalked in towards her and she barely got up her blade in defense. How could she kill one of her only friends? Zog’s face remained blank as he rained blow after blow against her as she dodged and blocked his attacks. She saw an opening in his defenses and out of instinct she stabbed at him with her blade.

Time slowed down to a crawl as her blade slipped past his guard, through his chainmail and into his heart. She saw the slightest smile on his face. Tears streamed out of her as she tried to drop the blade. But it seemed glued to her hand. It was not finished with Zog. She felt a sudden surge of energy as his soul passed into her. She felt his sadness and anger at what she had been forced to become. “Get her” was his last thought as his consciousness faded into her.

Aliana was smiling at Caelynn as she slipped her blade out of Zog’s body. She wouldn’t be smiling anymore though. She gathered all her rage and the energy that Zog’s soul had provided her and unleashed it on Aliana. Scores of fiery copies of her blade appeared before her and with a gesture of her hand they shot straight out at Aliana. As then impaled the ground it shot up a dust cloud that covered the area. When they had all hit the ground she had one last card to play. With another gesture the fiery swords exploded in gouts of fire. No way it wouldn’t have killed her.

Or so she thought. Aliana strode calmly outside of the dust cloud and fire clapping her hands. “I’ve never seen hexblade powers manifest in that way before.” Her eyes flared red. “But then again you are his daughter.” Caelynn stumbled down to the ground and suddenly felt very tired. “Though it seems like you need a lesson on who is in charge here. You will never have the power to destroy me child. After all I gave you the power…and I can take away much more.” She was tortured personally by Aliana for several months after that. She would take her soul one piece at a time. She would then tug at the last remnant of her soul as it stood on the edge of oblivion. She would make a game out of it, forcing her to hold on with all her willpower on that last piece. Part of her wanted to give in and let it be done. But she kept on as Aliana would play her games with Caelynn.

Chapter 5

She started out with small and easy jobs. Go places, gather information and kill a random person. She was finally able to alleviate the void she had felt inside of her since Aliana had taken most of her soul when she had tortured her. Each soul slaked her thirst. At first she felt horrible about it. She was taught as a child that the souls of the dead would enter the Raven Queens realm and then pass on into their god’s realm and remain there forever more. Wasn’t that their right? Didn’t they have a right to their own afterlife? On nights she had taken a soul she would cry herself to sleep at the thought of another soul consumed so she could fill the void that could never seem to be filled.

But one night everything changed. She was to kill the son of the Baron of Darkwater. He was next in line to inherit the barony. She was advised to get close to him and then perform the deed. Mason Darkwater was his name. They were almost the same age. If she didn’t have to kill him she would have considered him as a potential lover. Using the tricks Aliana had taught her she easily found her way to his bed chambers. As he lay there exhausted after having a wonderful time she got up and looked at him. It was time for her to finish the deed. She summoned her blade and held it up to pierce his heart.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. The boy looked up at her. “Why?” was all he said. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “Because I have to kill you…no it’s much more than that. I have to take your soul too. You won’t have an afterlife…I’ll take your soul inside of me and…it’ll just be gone.” She explained. The boy’s reply changed her perspective. “Would that be so bad?” Her sword wavered over him for a second then was back to pierce his heart. “What?” Everyone else she had cornered like this had always pleaded and begged but the result was the same. This was something new. “I’d rather fade away inside a stunning beauty such as you, than an afterlife I know nothing about. At least that is certain. Besides I would never really be gone. A piece of me will always be inside you if you look hard enough.” He nodded to her as she pierced his heart with practiced ease.

She took in his soul and suddenly the void became easier to fill. She took to his way of thinking. She wasn’t denying them an afterlife…she was just provided them a certain one. She smiled as his soul faded away into her. ‘Remember you only need to look deep inside yourself to find me again.’ And he was gone. She smiled again; she was never going to cry herself to sleep again.

Chapter 6

She was 19 years old now. Aliana had thought to kill her by sending her on increasingly suicidal missions. But she only succeeded and grew stronger. She had also been set free to pursue any leads on her father’s whereabouts. She had tracked down an individual named Dusk who had a vendetta against her father’s party. She tracked him down through a crystal cave that led into an island in the feywild. He had decided to stay there after saving a ill-fated couple and being granted a boon from the fountain of life. He was quite a formidable opponent. In the end he fell to her blade after giving her the little information he knew about the party. His soul was quite delicious. She also gained an interesting companion.

She was worried her father had gone beyond the planes and beyond her reach. While she was training in her downtime in Dis she received word of an odd group of adventurers had appeared in Fallcrest though they quickly left. It had to be them. Aliana confirmed it when she received information from a devil that he had been contacted by her father and that someone had activated the devil statue using Aliana’s name. She was sent out immediately with her orders. When she got to the gates of Hammerfast she smiled. It was past time for this family reunion. She owed him ten years of pain, torture and loneliness. Maybe his soul could finally fill the void…. She almost drooled at the prospect.

Konrad's Journal #15

It seems with one action I may have doomed my friends to a dark future. We had fallen down in a crevice in the side of the mountain to escape from those dreadful flying creatures. We followed the cavern to a huge door that could only be opened by knocking on it. Inside we found a huge orrery. Upon further examination of the room we found a crank we thought turned the planets around. Our newest companion a pixie named Nettle found a strange eye symbol. I however was too curious at how the orrery work so I began to turn the crank. If I knew then the horror I was about to release I would have ran back to face the Perytons.

As I turned the crank the planets spun around in a very fast manner. When I turned to look at my friends they seemed to be moving around as fast as the planets. I suppose I created a bit of a time distortion when I turned the crank. I wanted to stop but something kept urging me to keep turning the crank. Turn….Turn….Turn. There was a small crack that opened up and a small eye stalk appeared and stared at everyone for a moment. (Though to them it was probably a lot longer) It was getting harder to turn and finally when the planets were about to line up the crank seemed to stop. “Turn!” I swore I heard it aloud. With one final push the last planet lined up and there was a tear through the entire fabric of time and space and everything went black.

I was with Caelynn. I was explaining to her how I would be gone for a year and maybe a little bit more but I would be back. Hiding my sadness I walked through the guild hall to the ship that would take me to the Nentir Vale and to the Adventurers Guild that would be my new home for a while. I made it to the door when I was overtaken by darkness again. I then found myself standing beside the crank. That was not my only problem as I stared out in the middle to face a horrible creature that was beyond all of us. A Beholder.

My brave friends assaulted the many eyed creature. I even saw that Bahscus showed up for some reason to help. I tried to turn the crank back to see if I could send the creature back from whence it came but only succeeded it making the crank spin out of control wildly. I turned back to my friends and noticed that the wall had crumbled a little bit away and revealed a bit of some kind of outer dimension. It seemed like everyone else had the same idea. Face certain death at the Beholder or the uncertainty of the outside realm. Bahscus tore through the wall and we all barely escaped as Draxus got petrified and Odin had to drag him out with us.

We fell for what seemed like forever and found ourselves on a mountaintop. We found our way back to Nenlast and saw that it was seemingly abandoned. Remembering they used underground passages we looked around there and found nothing as well. It seems like the town had been deserted for years. We went back above to the mayor’s house to find that the roof had been rebuilt. Again it seemed like it had been that way for years. I had a sinking feeling inside of me. We checked inside the mayor’s house to find some recent disturbances. Apparently the mayor was still here and quite as crazy as before and probably more so. We talked to him but he wasn’t able to give us much information other than his favorite pastime is still eating deer.

With that we marched back to Fallcrest and avoided the major roads. To our surprise the town had taken on a fortress like appearance with the walls all fixed and guards roaming the walls. We were approached by some guards at the gates. When we introduced ourselves and told them we were of the adventurers guild they looked at us funny and sent one of the others away. My suspicions where confirmed. We had been sent ten years through time. The dwarves of Hammerfast had improved and mass produced Draxus’s Boomstick. (I had told Draxus many times that this would happen.) The adventurers guild had been driven away and broken up. Moorin being the leader of a radical organization still using the name of the Adventurer’s guild. The Lord Warden had proclaimed himself as some kind of emperor and had spread out to take Winterhaven. There is open war between the denizens of Hammerfast and the new Nerathi Empire.

Then it hit me. It has been ten years to Caelynn since she had last seen or heard from me. Who knows what could have happened to her. I focused on the task at hand though. We went through the sewers through the burnt out adventurer’s guild entrance. From there we went to Moorin’s tower. We met some people guarding the entrance near the wizards tower. They were members of the adventurer’s guild. After presenting them with our guild pins they led us to Moorin’s place. We were greeted at the door by Tik Tik. Moorin greeted us in his usual fashion. We questioned both him and Tik Tik about Ellithien but they wouldn’t say anything. Something wasn’t right.

We asked him about the devil statue and if he found anything out about it. He only heard whispers from it apparently. Nothing of value. I asked him if he had heard anything about the Faceless Men guild in Duntir. He said that he hadn’t heard anything in a long while and said the correspondences went through Faren’s office. He offered us a place to stay for the night but after talking it over with ourselves and deciding we couldn’t trust Moorin we left for Hammerfast to seek out Kellicson. After dealing with the guard and telling them that we were on our way to check out the Kobold Hall in search of Moorin. We were lying of course just to let us pass by. They said they would send out a guard detail to meet us there to help us look for Moorin. We quickly made our way towards Hammerfast making sure to keep away from the major roads and set up camp. I don’t think I will find much sleep tonight. My thoughts are on one thing. Who would know the most information in the Nentir Vale about what happened to my daughter?

The Traveler's Journal #285

Today has been a pretty interesting day. I had just gotten back from my recent trip to Celestia. The Mountain Game this year was a Resurrection game so the slain players were brought back to life after 30 minutes instead of the next day. Some of my friends decided to join. One of us was chosen the honor of leading Bahamut’s forces and two others joined up with Kord’s forces. I however decided to accompany another friend in joining the battle with Moradin’s forces. After 3 long days of fighting Bahamut’s forces ended up holding two of the mountains longer than the rest of us and that gave them the points they needed for victory. Still I’ll never forget my surprise to find my friend riding on one of Bahamut’s dragons! When we finished with all the revelry I sent my friends on their way back to their homes. Little did I know that I was about to receive a surprise when I returned home.

My wife rushed out of our house that happened to be hidden deep within the Feywild at the time. I wanted our children to grow up in a plane full of magic and wonder rather than a dark or hellish plane that I had been raised on. My wife embraced me and with tear filled eyes told me what had happened. My daughter had taken a shine to my library and has been reading many of the books on the subject of the feywild and their denizens. Particularly the Arch-Fey. Apparently she had found a book that recounted a tale of maiden’s adventure in a labyrinth that belonged to an obscure Arch-Fey….Jareth the Goblin King.

Growing tired of having to watch and deal with the crying Tobias she foolishly recounted the very same words the maiden had said for the Goblin King to take the child away. She could not understand that such words have power in the Feywild. Tobias was spirited away and my daughter was given a choice by Jareth himself. Either go to sleep, pretend the incident never happened and she had no baby brother or brave his labyrinth and rescue Tobias before the thirteenth hour otherwise he would be turned into a goblin.

Furious I ripped through the fabric of time and space to step through into Jareth’s Domain. I was expected by Jareth apparently and was repelled to the outskirts of his domain where I met him. He was smart. He had set up a barrier preventing any beings of his power or higher from entering his domain. He told me if I were to interfere directly again he would have Tobias immediately turned into a goblin. I knew then what I had to do. I had to recruit a group of adventurers that were low enough on the scale of power that they could get into the labyrinth almost undetected. Luckily I know the perfect group for the task. So with a hop, skip and a jump back through time in my gypsy caravan I’m on my way to pick them up. It will nice to see Odin again. We had some good fun during the fall of Old Arkhosia.

Odin's log

Today has been quite… a day.

I had just arrived in Nenlast to stock up on supplies and find a room for the night, I saw an unusual bunch of adventurers. One of them was a Dwarven man who I swore looked exactly like my youngest child. They entered a building that led to the mayor’s office and I followed. Could it really by my favored son? The only one in all of Hammerfast who understood me?

I followed them into the building, but by the time I got there, they were already in a meeting with the mayor. As I was waiting for them to be done, I took a walk outside and saw two enormous bats fighting. they eventually smashed into the side of the building those men were in. After the fight, I and many of the guards and towns people ran to the almost completely demolished building to see if everyone was play. The five adventurers, the mayor, and his daughter were all missing. Maybe it wasn’t my son after all.

After what was left of the building was cleared of all the survivors, and the few who were less fortunate, I went to the mead hall. I met a man who gave me my next assignment. Name was… Shadow-something-or-other, a devil worshiper of sorts. After a few hours of making new friends with the help of some fine ale, I accidentally bumped into a gentleman, Konrad I believe his name was, who was with three of the five I had seen earlier, Draxus, Lo-Kag, and Rowan. After introductions, they asked if I was the Odin, father of Brandis.

Turns out they had been with my son for the past few months up until the bat fight. They somehow got transported the Dis, and one of them jokingly made a bargain with Dispater in which Brandis was traded for a friend of theirs. If only they knew how literal Dispater takes things. I saw him, though. My son, Brandis, had left Hammerfast and has become an accomplished adventurer. Even part of the Adventurer’s Guild!

If you are to be anywhere in Dis, I’m glad you are with Dispater. He may be cruel, but not nearly as cruel as the streets of Dis. I hope Dispater is as fair with you as he was with me. I’m sure your oddly named group will be able to help me find a way to get you back.

Konrad's Journal #14

A great many things happened today. After settling down and having a few drinks in Nenlasts local tavern we were summoned and escorted to the Mayor’s house. Brandis rejoined us after being dropped through the ceiling by Paul the bat. It was after we met the mayor that everything literally went to hell. Paul and Tim the bat fought through the roof of the mayors house. Paul was the victor and left us in a shower of blood. Brandis attempted to check the mayor for magic but ended up touching the mirror behind him. His hand remained stuck in the mirror and Draxus decided to help which did nothing. I decided to help but ended up stumbling into both of them and all three of us were thrown into the mirror. Since nothing could be done to get us out we decided to get Lo-Kag and Rowan to walk into the mirror as well after they threw in the Mayor and his daughter.

After consulting with Yisarn we found out that we were in a transitional plane that sent us to whatever plane the most of us thought of. Unfortunately the plane that me, Draxus and apparently Yisarn thought of was the nine hells. As the City of Dis slowly came into focus I tried to get my companions into order of what to expect. We appeared in an alleyway and had a few moments to prepare our disguises so we could go around mostly undetected. We were approached by a devil who was interested in selling his torture services on my “slaves”. I asked him for a demonstration not wanting to be suspicious. He also gave me a whistle if I wished to use his services in the future.

That’s when things got worse. After being flayed by the whip Lo-Kag went crazy and shot me with his bow. The devil freaked out and I tried to salvage things by backhanding my “slave” and Lo-Kag stabbed me in the kidney area (luckily tieflings have kidneys in a different area so I wasn’t seriously wounded). The devil yelled something about a slave rebellion and we ran off the other way down the alley. Lo-Kag has always been something of an instigator in fights more so than Draxus. He’s becoming a liability. Next time he won’t be so lucky when picking a fight against a stronger opponent.

We ran past a wagon of corpses that Draxus upended to slow our pursuers who were slaves of many different races now running after us. We found a building with a gate that we holed up in for a few minutes to rest and gather our wits. While Lo-Kag kept the slaves at bay with his arrows through the locked gate we called upon Yisarn and his “methods” so raise the dead to give us some time to escape. We looked about in the roof of the building and saw a small island that had a tower which I recognized but didn’t think about at that moment. We realized that if we could make it onto that island we could break the dilapidated bridge from the other side and keep them from pursuing us further.

Easier said than done. We slowly made our way through the plaza taking out many slaves and even a enraged minotaur devil who Draxus thought was Krein. The body cart was thrown into the fountain by an ogre that was making its way through the undead and slaves alike. The rest of my friends make their way to the island. While I was busy with an opponent I felt searing pain and was hurled through the air onto the bridge where I black out for a second. Our newest companion Rowan brought me back with a potion and I dodged my way though the slaves onto the island. The ogre meaning to finish us off didn’t make it across the bridge as it collapsed under the ogre’s weight.

We didn’t get a moment to catch our breath as a single solitary figure made his way out of his tower which I now fully recognized. The devil-lord of Dis Dispater himself walked out to greet us. Since we weren’t already dead I knew in my heart what was about to transpire. Before the deal to be sent home was made Draxus jokingly offered Brandis for a night in exchange for Bahscus. The fool….before Draxus could rescind the offer Brandis was bound in hellfire chains. Draxus brought out his Bahamut and me book and with one look from the devil lord a corner of the book as set on fire. While Draxus was occupied I tried to strike up my own deal with Dispater. Lo-Kag for Meriele. I pushed my luck a bit to far by making a comment on how such a small deal is a problem for a devil of his status. He then revealed that it should be my daughter who I should be worried about.

My mind swirled at the possibilities. Could that be the reason why I haven’t been receiving any responses why my correspondences with my guild across the sea. I had to think of the here and now for the moment. We chose to dispose of a demon worshipper in our plane in exchange for getting back. Drawing out a piece of chalk Dispater drew us a door that led us back through the mirror. Bahscus was sent back through as well. Venting my anger and frustrations of our dealings in hell I lifted him up and looked Bahscus dead in the eyes “You’d better be worth it.” was all that I said.

We made our way back to the bar with heavy hearts as we attempted to drink our sorrows away when a dwarf bumped into us. Lo and behold it was Odin! Brandis’s father! Brandis had been looking for him for many years. We told him about his son and about out job to kill the demon worshipper which he told us that’s what he was going to do. We continued drinking and decided to meet back up the next day to go after this shifter.

In Loving Memory of Brandis Son of Odin!
Konrad's Journal #11

Madness….despair…..these are your true enemies in the plane of shadow. We had just retrieved the figurine that may help me and Draxus with our mutual Devil problem. On our way back we stumbled upon a ruined settlement in the Witchlight Fens that even Shadowmire dared not to tread. With the promise of treasures we set off into the settlement. As we entered we passed through a barrier to an Domain of Dread. Everyone seemed to have blacked out and stumbled to the ground for a moment but no one thought anything of it. I have a theory that this Domain of Dread is alongside the Plane of Dreams.

Soon enough after being chased by an undead legion we encountered the Dreadlord of the domain Finnister Crowley though we didn’t know it at the time. Saving us from the legions of the undead we entered the mansion up on the hill. We passed a second barrier that seemed to keep the undead out. Finnister brought us to an apparently new hallway the mansion had created just for us. On the front of the door in golden letters was “MOTHERFUCKERS”. On a side note Mr. Crowley seemed very paranoid and easily spooked. With only a look from Draxus it would send him scrambling back behind the group. As Draxus kicked yet another door in we entered the hallway. Inside we found other doors…these ones had our names on them. That’s when everything went to the hells.

Everyone seemed drawn to their own door. Before I could stop them everyone had entered their door on their own volition with the exception of Lo-Kag. Finnister ran away screaming and I saw a giant tongue grasp Lo_kag to drag him into his door. A couple of very slow minutes passed when everyone’s doors opened back up. It seems there were some kind of sinister illusions that preyed on their fears inside their rooms. Everyone seemed to be suffering from their own fears. Suddenly it was my turn as my door opened up. I looked inside to see my wife. I called Draxus to the room seeing as he never believed me when I told him I have a wife and child. Without thinking I immediately rushed into the room so certain that my wife was at last back with me.

I was such a fool. Before I realized what had happened Meriele had transformed…into Aliana. She said her parting words and the door closed sealing my doom. She had taken a chunk out of my neck but for some reason I lived on. Something wasn’t letting me die. With grim determination I pushed her off of me and fought her. I still don’t know whether it was an illusion or whether she has astrally projected herself her but for some reason she wasn’t as strong as she used to be. I suffered several serious wounds but I was able to dismiss her back to wherever she came from. The door back to the hallway appeared and I shambled into it.

I heard something calling me from the upper levels so I followed it. By the time I got back to the group the fight was over. Someone had destroyed one of the pillars to take out the creature guarding the exit. I staggered up to them and was about to explain my theory that is was also a part of the plane of dreams and that Mr. Crowley must surely be the Dread Lord of this Domain when my body failed me. I collapsed and though I was dead for sure. It was like I was in a dream. I was floating above the group. I saw Finnister lying on the floor with mortal wounds. I saw him stab Lo-Kag and heard him explaining we would be seeing him again in the Vale. Then…darkness.

I woke up and found myself in my natural form. I heard the other waking up and decided that I would reveal my natural form to them with a little trick. I fooled them I was dead for a couple of second and sprung back to life before they could divy up my wealth. (Greedy bastards) Strangely we all had rings on our fingers. They seemed to be pretty much useless only allowing you to change your eye color. And now I think we will be heading back to Fallcrest to take the statue back….hopefully this time with no side stops.

Dragons and Shellfish
It's fun to play with food.

This one wriggled more than most. The problem, Shadowmire mused to himself, was that the metal shell was thick and his subject was spirited. Ofeen Nole, that was what it had called itself- though you’d think it’s name was Pelor as much as it kept screaming that particular invocation. Another dragon might consider the screams that humans make upon death to be grating or even sickening, but Shadowmire felt quite the opposite. He was elated.

Shadowmire had heard that some of the lower races experienced a similar reaction to the death wail of a crustacean as it was being dropped into boiling water. He shuddered with delight at the thought of using such a method when he next had the opportunity, if only to see if they’d make the same whining sound.

This one called Ofeen Nole had only itself to blame. Chak and his entire war band lay dead and dismembered in the marshes. They bore the mark of the Blackmarsh, Shadowmire’s favored tribe, and they had been slain in defense of a… what was this primitive structure? A little hovel propped up on sticks, as if it were somehow defying the very marsh it was built upon? His marsh? The little stick-house annoyed Shadowmire, and in a single breath it was no more.

He spoke to the limp little thing: “The ship bearing your little gaggle of saviors bore east out of the marsh. They’ve left you. That is quite unfortunate, both for your sake and for the sake of all those peasants that pushed their little pieces of driftwood to the other settlements. I shall truly enjoy picking the limbs from each and every one of you I find. It’s quite a sensation you are feeling, isn’t it? To be unable to clap your little paws for the lack of arms to do so? Ah, but it is an occasion to applaud yourself! It is because of your impudence that I’ve decided to purge all of your… ilk… from my domain, and I have some truly wonderful things in store for your little insect colonies.”

There it was- the look of fear and hopelessness that Shadowmire so loved to see in his subjects faces. Perhaps the one called Ofeen Nole would serve as a testament to Shadowmire’s abilities in the persuasive arts- perhaps it would swear fealty in a hopeless effort to spare itself. He examined his specimen more closely. Then the creature spat at him, its demeanor suddenly changed to that of anger and defiance. A pity.

With a disappointed sigh, Shadowmire ripped her in half.

A Rogue Recounts #2

So hear I sit once again putting pen to parchment I have been in this tavern for
quite sometime and nary a thing is going on, the people hear seem frightened. Oh and it goes
without saying that it is harder to find an attractive woman in this town then a dwarf who can
shake hands with a giant without a ladder. So hear I sit putting my thoughts and emotions to
page as Telldada has been telling me to do, there is a noisy group of Iron Circle guards that
have been keeping an eye on us while I write. I pray to Sehanine that something interesting
happens soon before I drink myself into a stupor and do something or someone I regret.

Where was I ohhhhh Telldada, following me around writing like a man (?) possessed. I was making my way south towards Kings Road when up ahead I spot a wagon up ahead with a lonewoman sitting next to a broken wheel…something was off I make my way to the tree line and continue to pass by her unseen when I notice Telldada has kept walking down the road nose in parchment. I decide to continue forward and leave him to his own devices. Of course then I hear them “What the fuckin ell ahr yew???” “Got any gold.” “Da wagan is broke and any bit ill elp.” . DAMN… or fly you damn bird! Two oafish looking idiots and a tiny weasel like man come out from inside the wagon. “Yah…where is your gold?” Telldada looks up from his parchment just looking at them confused yet obviously fascinated. “Gold? I have some yes! Do you need some to fix your, what was it? Wagon?” He pulls out a fat little sack of gold….Damn I could’ve just stolen that myself…I;m getting soft. One of the brutes pushes him to the ground and grabs the bag….." Tanks !" If anyone is having that gold it’ll be ME.

The oaf turns with a smile on his face when an arrow hits the bag and pins it to a
tree. They all turn to the forest when I come vaulting up the back of the wagon running across
the roof then jumping towards them….before i land I toss my bow into the chest of the closest
oaf. He instinctively grabs it…mistake….I land at his feet dig my dagger into the inside of
his knee and then unsheathe my blade catching the bottom of his jaw with the hilt…one down. I
tumble over his body grabbing my dagger during the flip and sweep the legs from under the other
idiot, hen quickly turn and toss my dagger into the side of the cloak of the “brains” of the
operation it sticks to the side of the wagon. The oaf is getting to his knees so I flip onto his
back and drive my foot into the back of his head. The woman hasn’t moved but she is quite
attractive…I give her a wink and then head towards the last man. He gets my dagger out and
throws it at me…well attempted to throw it, I have seen armless wenches toss a mug of ale with
more accuracy. I snatch it from the air sheathe it and garb his chest and shove him into the
wagon. Tip of my blade at his neck…I lean in and whisper “Got any gold?” he whimpers something
but points to the wagon. “Are you going to kill us?” he murmurs….“Why would I do that? A good
thief learns from his mistakes and lives to thieve another day. I will take your gold and be on
my way.” I walk into the wagon and and grab small bag of gold. I exit and actually really liked
the cloak this little man is wearing and it is much to long for him, I think the poor soul that
lost this cloak would rather it be on my shoulders . “Your cloak..NOW!” He hands it over I put
it on then I ask the young lady if she would enjoy some more sophisticated company, she nods and
I take her hand. The man is shaking with anger but is silent, I walk towards the bag of gold on
the tree I grab and my bow. I make my way to Telldada, “You are not going to get much written if
you are dead! I will hold your gold and escort you to safety.” I extend my hand and as he stands
his eyes widen….I push him away, and immediately turn and catch the mans arm as I drag my
dagger across his throat a slight gurggle escapes. I garb the back of his head and help him to
the ground gently " A wise man knows when he is beat,you now know that you are dead…no second
chances!" as I dig my dagger under his ribs. I stand, let out a sigh….."Alright now….who is
thirsty?’ and we continued towards Kings Road. I honestly wish that was the last of our
troubles…but then again I really don’t.

These Iron Circle soldiers are getting louder and louder and have made there dislike of Telldada and myself very evident….I have had a couple of pints, let me offer them
one……..This WILL be fun.

Konrad's Journal #8

Oh gods where to begin…this day has been one of the most craziest days. It’s in my top 5 right below that time the Raven Queen tried to make me her consort. (I’m still trying to avoid her.) So after we defeated the undead necromancer and his goblin minions that female eladrin disappeared. I have a feeling we will be seeing her again. With all her sneaking about I’m thinking she may be of my former profession. I surveyed the aftermath and found Brandis close to death. I patched him up for the time being until we got back to the elven camp. We also found that the necromancers skull is still animated and we got a little bit of information out of him. We decided to leave him in Cilits care for now.

We apparently had to perform some sort of “ritual” to get out of Yisarn’s lair. I personally think he’s making fools of us. We made it back to the Woodsinger Camp and told them of the Necromancer’s defeat. They agreed to send their runners out to lend many of their bowmen to the rebel cause. We decided to camp with them for the night and head out next morning. While sitting by the fire a rider approached. It was a halfling that brought news of the Iron Circle. They were making ready for their assault against Albridge and any men or women that could take up a sword for the rebel cause needed to make their way there by tomorrow.

I saw Cilit slipping off with a young female elf and shortly after she was running out crying. Unfortunately due my natural charisma in my elven form I had to turn down advances by many of the younger elves who were inexperienced. Two of them were even bold enough to visit my tent when I retired for the night. Gods it’s getting harder to fend off these urges. It’s been years since Meriele was taken from me. I wonder how she would look upon me surrendering to my natural urges. May Sehanine watch over me when I finally succumb.

After a restless night we made our way back to Albridge. They rebel leaders were in a war council and they set us to some tasks to help prepare the army for battle against the Iron Circle. After settling some petty squabbling with some leaders and thinking of any military strategies that would apply to the situation Yisarn spoke up about an idea. With our help he could summon an undead army to assist us in the battle for Albridge. Dar Gremath wasn’t keen on the idea but in the end he allowed it as long as we took the blame ourselves if the undead got out of control.

We made our way to Marl again to summon our army which we did and we then had them dig themselves on opposite sides of the road next to the bridge heading into Albridge. Afterwards we made ready in the small farmstead and waited for the Iron Circle to approach. They sent a small detachment to secure the farmstead where we quickly made short work of them. We kept the lieutenant alive but he offered no information. Again we used Yisarn to raise those we had slain and now we are heading out way to strike at the rear flank of the Iron Circle army. They have no idea what they are in for.

Recollections of A Dragonborn: Fraggin’ Eunuchs…

Recollections of A Dragonborn

09-13-2011 – Fraggin’ Eunuchs…

After we poured the Green Dragons Blood into the stone circle in the Eladarin ruins of Dal Nystiere and had a nice “warp” effect like the one Bob sent me through ages ago, we wound up in some Goblin stronghold. Without missing a beat, that new chick in our group started spouting off something to them in Goblin, which I think hurt more than helped. There was one dressed up in a funny headpiece atop a stairwell, I figured him to be the leader, only to later find I was wrong. After the new chick kept attempting to talk to them and failing to convince them of…well, whatever the hell she was saying, we decided as a group to do what were good at…Lo-Kag shot at the eunuch goblin with the head dress. After that I dashed forward to split the nearest goblin in two with my sword and as his close friend (supposedly more) went to attack I merely grabbed his head and crushed it…such a waste of a skull…

As the battle continued, I heard a crinkling sound and turned to my left only to peer across the room at a Giant spider. I turn towards the spider, knocking my sword against my shield to gain its attention to yell my battle cry at the beast, “Bring it, Bastich!” My battle with the spider was delayed due to the goblin eunuch blasting all of my comrades. I decided it better to charged up the staircase and…bring him down to our level, and leave the 8-legged wonder to be fragged by my comrades. As I kept charging up the stairs, the eunuch kept blasting me with some skull on a stick and some strange magic that kept surging through me that was hard to resist. Unfortunately for him, I am stubborn, and after charging him, knocking him off his platform and somewhere close to where Conrad was to meet his demise, I think he finally learned that. About that time their leader finally appeared, it was skeletor!

Lo-Kag attempted to make a staircase of arrows to reach him quicker, but being a dragonborn I know my odds of scaling walls with flimsy pieces of wood stuck in them to help the process, and opted for the normal staircase. A sudden flash of light appears from the stone circle for all of us to see a new figure standing within the circle, and it was a fey child that looked like the current new chicks sister! For some reason those chicks seemed to have some sort of disagreement and the next thing the rest of us spectators know are that we are shrouded in mist next to animated skeletons (yeah, skeletor apparently is a necromancer).
After making quick work of one of the skeletons and causing the other to attempt to flee up the stairs, he was abruptly stopped with the sinking of my handaxe into what was left of his skeletal structure, the only thing remaining of him being my axe holding his now split skull in the rock. Skelator used much of his might to keep me on that staircase, and only delayed his own demise as the new chick scaled Lo-Kags staircase (damn small bastich’s) and ended the bastich known as Skeletor.

Being deprived of scavengering that necromancers cool skull and having to settle for the split one from our still fresh battle, we all started looking through the room for hints as to where we were. While looking for a place to sleep (lets face it, I fight, I leave the rest of the work to the others) I find a strange looking chain in a chest I was going to use as a pillow. Stangely it looked like the chain had a slot that could fit into the bottom slot in the hilt of this sword I received from that elf back in the swamp. I connected them together and realized it must have been some ancient warriors weapon that used this to throw my sword and pull it back with no repercussions! The next time I battle, I am going to thoroughly enjoy fraggin someone with this new toy of mine.


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