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OK so I lost all my notes... i still have my chr sheet filled out so thats good but i dont remember where i got a lot of my stuff. like my familiars and where I found the paragon path I plan to take... Hey david you think you can add all the books back to the drop box for 1 day? I can re-download all of them but i really don't wanna. I can get all my stuff situated again but I never saved the books anywhere else so lost them after you took them out of the drop box haha, not good planning.

2010-03-09T17:14:49-08:00

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2010-03-09T17:14:49-08:00

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The darting shadows fell away as the companions re-entered their own realm, leaving the space between the Shadowfell and the mortal world that Zin’Carla visited so many times before. It was certainly different seeing all of those traveling with him share in his power, worse yet was the persistent white glow of the scion of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=94#definition94" title="The Rankan's dead god. Formerly symbolized as the sun or radiant light; the Fallen one." class="reference" >Pelor</a>. Here where no colors, beyond shades of grey were present the scion’s power still attempted to make itself known. When he was able to take in his surroundings Zin’Carla noticed the standing stones arranged in a circle around a central pillar, storm clouds circling above the cairn created a area of persistent winds and elemental chaos, on the inside of the stones however it was calm. As the party walked up to the stones a familiar voice called out to them. Thothamon’s viper; Na’Kar reached the stones just behind them it seemed. Zin’Carla cocked his head slightly, eyes darting as he took In the numbers of Beysibian’s Na’Kar had brought with him…and the voice in his head started up again. “Kill them Zin’Carla…this place…we need to leave. Kill them and let us be gone!” Zin’Carla shook his head and snapped back to reality, noticing all of his companions save <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> as well as Na’Kar entered the stone structure. “Zin’Carla…watch my stuff!” <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> ordered. “I don’t trust these assholes.” Zin’Carla gave a flat look to <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> then walked inside the circle. It felt as if Zin’Carla had been hit by a wall of force, all the air rushed out of his lungs and memories of a past life began to flood his vision, coming faster and faster as he struggled to breathe and keep himself erect. The world flickered and he was Tristan; The group struck quickly, taking advantage of the distracted cultists. Unfortunately, the cultists were prepared for possible attack and had security measures in place. The battle was long and hard-fought, but thanks to the quick thinking of Balthasar, both Tristan and the assassin were "saved" from the sacrifice. The same could not be said for the cultist leader. flicker “…better than you could ever be!” Tristan spat the words at <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a>. Then watched as the stone faced warrior, cast his demon-sword Biblios, into the acid pit. flicker The battle between Tristan & <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a> was over quickly. A few quick strikes and <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a> lay face down, his blood filling the sand. The crowd went wild with excitement! <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a> was thrown in a slave pen to die, with Balthasar and Titus looking on in shock. He was not dead, however. Tristan projected his attacks carefully and whispered to <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a>, "Trust me, I will aid you in escaping. flicker flicker <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a> screamed and drew back his flaming blade, only to be slammed against the wall by Tristan. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=332#definition332" title="Ally and friend to Titus, Father of Tristan, both Lightbringer and Warlock" class="reference" >Reylos</a> screamed to no one then encircled his hands around the neck of Tristan, strangling him. "Noooo!!!" He screamed as he pulled away, still seeing his hands around Tristan's neck. flicker flicker Elsewhere, Tristan frantically searched the streets for his mother's carriage. Rounding a corner he recognized the crest of house <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=114#definition114" title="Surname of Marcus and Sara, lord and lady of Tir Amarion." class="reference" >Chernobog</a>. He was too late. His mother's guards lay dead; their blood mixing with the morning's rain. I can't fail you like I did father. Looking down, the blood and water had formed a pool that looked like a primitive claw; the symbol of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=273#definition273" title="Worshipped by the Yssge as embodiments of Strength and Conquest." class="reference" >Bane</a>. Tristan's eyes washed red with vengeance. flicker flicker flicker Tristan looked up, bloody and defeated, "Balthasar! Do not suffer them! No surrender!" flicker flicker flicker The memoires of his past lift flowed into his mind and he could hear the voice in his head scream, clawing at the inside of his skull. “No! You are mine!” it hissed at him, clawed, and tore at him. Forcibly, he made himself get to up onto one knee, not remembering that he had fallen. Then struggled further as his made himself stand fully on his own, he could not feel his connection to the shadow realm here, but in that moment he did not care. The answers he had been searching for, for so long had finally been given to him. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=273#definition273" title="Worshipped by the Yssge as embodiments of Strength and Conquest." class="reference" >Bane</a> had seen fit to answer his former champion by giving him back what and who he truly was. Tristan…not Zin’Carla turned his head and looked at the blade hovering over the central stone in the structure and smiled. His steel cold eyes staring at <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=266#definition266" title="The Sword of Conquest" class="reference" >Achra</a> intently, he pulled his gaze from the blade momentarily as he heard Na’Kar speaking to Janus. “I can choose my champion.” The mighty warrior spoke, and in doing so a women stepped forth pulling back her hood and revealing herself as Dusk…the <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> Monk’s sister. Tristan cut in before another word could be spoken by Na’Kar or Dusk. “The worthy claim their prize.” And he reached for the blade…

The darting shadows fell away as the companions re-entered their own realm, leaving the space between the Shadowfell and the mortal world that Zin’Carla visited so many times before. It was certainly different seeing all of those traveling with him share in his power, worse yet was the persistent white glow of the scion of Pelor. Here where no colors, beyond shades of grey were present the scion’s power still attempted to make itself known. When he was able to take in his surroundings Zin’Carla noticed the standing stones arranged in a circle around a central pillar, storm clouds circling above the cairn created a area of persistent winds and elemental chaos, on the inside of the stones however it was calm. As the party walked up to the stones a familiar voice called out to them. Thothamon’s viper; Na’Kar reached the stones just behind them it seemed. Zin’Carla cocked his head slightly, eyes darting as he took In the numbers of Beysibian’s Na’Kar had brought with him…and the voice in his head started up again. “Kill them Zin’Carla…this place…we need to leave. Kill them and let us be gone!” Zin’Carla shook his head and snapped back to reality, noticing all of his companions save <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> as well as Na’Kar entered the stone structure. “Zin’Carla…watch my stuff!” <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> ordered. “I don’t trust these assholes.” Zin’Carla gave a flat look to <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> then walked inside the circle. It felt as if Zin’Carla had been hit by a wall of force, all the air rushed out of his lungs and memories of a past life began to flood his vision, coming faster and faster as he struggled to breathe and keep himself erect. The world flickered and he was Tristan; The group struck quickly, taking advantage of the distracted cultists. Unfortunately, the cultists were prepared for possible attack and had security measures in place. The battle was long and hard-fought, but thanks to the quick thinking of Balthasar, both Tristan and the assassin were "saved" from the sacrifice. The same could not be said for the cultist leader. flicker “…better than you could ever be!” Tristan spat the words at Reylos. Then watched as the stone faced warrior, cast his demon-sword Biblios, into the acid pit. flicker The battle between Tristan & Reylos was over quickly. A few quick strikes and Reylos lay face down, his blood filling the sand. The crowd went wild with excitement! Reylos was thrown in a slave pen to die, with Balthasar and Titus looking on in shock. He was not dead, however. Tristan projected his attacks carefully and whispered to Reylos, "Trust me, I will aid you in escaping. flicker flicker Reylos screamed and drew back his flaming blade, only to be slammed against the wall by Tristan. Reylos screamed to no one then encircled his hands around the neck of Tristan, strangling him. "Noooo!!!" He screamed as he pulled away, still seeing his hands around Tristan's neck. flicker flicker Elsewhere, Tristan frantically searched the streets for his mother's carriage. Rounding a corner he recognized the crest of house Chernobog. He was too late. His mother's guards lay dead; their blood mixing with the morning's rain. I can't fail you like I did father. Looking down, the blood and water had formed a pool that looked like a primitive claw; the symbol of Bane. Tristan's eyes washed red with vengeance. flicker flicker flicker Tristan looked up, bloody and defeated, "Balthasar! Do not suffer them! No surrender!" flicker flicker flicker The memoires of his past lift flowed into his mind and he could hear the voice in his head scream, clawing at the inside of his skull. “No! You are mine!” it hissed at him, clawed, and tore at him. Forcibly, he made himself get to up onto one knee, not remembering that he had fallen. Then struggled further as his made himself stand fully on his own, he could not feel his connection to the shadow realm here, but in that moment he did not care. The answers he had been searching for, for so long had finally been given to him. Bane had seen fit to answer his former champion by giving him back what and who he truly was. Tristan…not Zin’Carla turned his head and looked at the blade hovering over the central stone in the structure and smiled. His steel cold eyes staring at Achra intently, he pulled his gaze from the blade momentarily as he heard Na’Kar speaking to Janus. “I can choose my champion.” The mighty warrior spoke, and in doing so a women stepped forth pulling back her hood and revealing herself as Dusk…the <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> Monk’s sister. Tristan cut in before another word could be spoken by Na’Kar or Dusk. “The worthy claim their prize.” And he reached for the blade…

2010-03-09T16:29:02-08:00

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After being invited into the 'circle' Hobart was upset he could not take his weapons. Very upset. But he smirked, resting his shield upon his sword making the traditional warfield tombstone, he entered. At first it was to make sure Janus didn't do or say anything too stupid. But after entering he heard no conversation. Did not see Zin'carla for what he truly was. Did not hear the disgust in Janus' voice while speaking to Na'kar. And did not see that the new face standing beside Na'kar was strikingly similar to Dawn. No all he saw was the man who sent a Death Squad to his town. HIS TOWN. This man would die today, and it would not be Anthony, Aase or Dawn to do this. It would be Hobart's bare hands. This stranger standing before him now, addressing Dawn as brother was just a minor obstical in his way. Hobart took a deep breath... "[I]Now what the hell do I do? Are you there? You promised to help me if I should ask... I'm not asking, I'm telling you. You WILL help me, you WILL help me destroy this bastard. And once you do, I'll fullfill my mother's bargain. I'll start to issue you souls again. Starting with mine. But first this ass must die.[/I] And with that...Hobart took a step forward, one small step closer to his demise.

After being invited into the 'circle' <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> was upset he could not take his weapons. Very upset. But he smirked, resting his shield upon his sword making the traditional warfield tombstone, he entered. At first it was to make sure Janus didn't do or say anything too stupid. But after entering he heard no conversation. Did not see Zin'carla for what he truly was. Did not hear the disgust in Janus' voice while speaking to <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1092#definition1092" title="Thothamon's enforcer, a uniquely dangerous enemy, in that he rarely underestimates his foe." class="reference" >Na'kar</a>. And did not see that the new face standing beside <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1092#definition1092" title="Thothamon's enforcer, a uniquely dangerous enemy, in that he rarely underestimates his foe." class="reference" >Na'kar</a> was strikingly similar to <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a>. No all he saw was the man who sent a Death Squad to his town. HIS TOWN. This man would die today, and it would not be Anthony, <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> or <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> to do this. It would be <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a>'s bare hands. This stranger standing before him now, addressing <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> as brother was just a minor obstical in his way. <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> took a deep breath... "Now what the hell do I do? Are you there? You promised to help me if I should ask... I'm not asking, I'm telling you. You WILL help me, you WILL help me destroy this bastard. And once you do, I'll fullfill my mother's bargain. I'll start to issue you souls again. Starting with mine. But first this ass must die. And with that...<a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> took a step forward, one small step closer to his demise.

After being invited into the 'circle' <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> was upset he could not take his weapons. Very upset. But he smirked, resting his shield upon his sword making the traditional warfield tombstone, he entered. At first it was to make sure Janus didn't do or say anything too stupid. But after entering he heard no conversation. Did not see Zin'carla for what he truly was. Did not hear the disgust in Janus' voice while speaking to Na'kar. And did not see that the new face standing beside Na'kar was strikingly similar to <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a>. No all he saw was the man who sent a Death Squad to his town. HIS TOWN. This man would die today, and it would not be Anthony, <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> or <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> to do this. It would be <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a>'s bare hands. This stranger standing before him now, addressing <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> as brother was just a minor obstical in his way. <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> took a deep breath... "Now what the hell do I do? Are you there? You promised to help me if I should ask... I'm not asking, I'm telling you. You WILL help me, you WILL help me destroy this bastard. And once you do, I'll fullfill my mother's bargain. I'll start to issue you souls again. Starting with mine. But first this ass must die. And with that...<a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> took a step forward, one small step closer to his demise.

2010-03-09T16:09:30-08:00

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Dawn was visibly shaken by the assassin’s quick kill of the fang-guard, “She surrendered! You took her life mercilessly. You will not do that in my presence again.” If Zin’Carla showed remorse, his face did not show it. Janus ran quickly to Ohderik’s side, “Are you alright, old friend?” “Aye, mostly superficial… It just hurt like the nine hells. I’ll survive.” The same could not be said for Grenn. He took the heavier blows from the fang-guard while protecting Ohderik. Robb was filled with guilt, “He was my only friend… He looked after me after they died. Monk, I will have words with you!” Dawn spun on his heels to face the young warrior. “I…owe you an apology, monk. I believed less of you than deserved, and you proved more worthy than me in this battle.” Each of the heroes was exhausted, yet they would be called to action once more today. The body of the fang-guard began to animate; the face turned to stare at Aase, “I am the fang-guard of Zehir, keeper of his children… You will die here…” With that, the stomach began to expand, tearing flesh and spewing forth thousands of snakes. One such snake rapidly grew and multiplied its heads until a massive razor-teethed hydra stood in their path. One by one, each readied their weapons. They may have been tired, but they were far from dead. Gnashing teeth struck out with force bloodying the heroes. This beast was a very dangerous threat, but nothing would fell the heroes this day. Like every other challenge Janus and his companions faced, they stood triumphant over the hydra’s carcass. With a final shrug, Hobart fell. He was in dire need of some rest. [COLOR="DarkRed"]Congratulations, my friend. I promised I would help and did I not come through? Much of that creature burned thanks to you. Rest now, you have much work to do, and this is hardly the time to die.[/COLOR] Alton could hardly refuse Anthony’s request for supplies in light of recent accomplishments, and stocked the travelers with what items he had in his shop. He also assisted Anthony in preparing the shadow walk ritual; if done properly, they could possibly beat Na’Kar to the Nord Stones. While others rested and prepared, Janus sought out his mentor, much to his chagrin. Ohderik was very displeased in Janus recent decisions, “Have you forgotten everything I taught you, boy? Why did you come back?” “I came back to save you, of course; to save the people of Riverton.” Janus was taken back at Ohderik’s accusations, “And what happens the next time the town is assaulted? You were played, boy. You must learn to make the hard decisions if you hope to be a leader-“ “-I cannot lead if no one is left alive!” Janus found himself visibly shaken. Why could Ohderik not understand? “Look, Janus. I am thankful that you saved my life, but at what cost? We cannot fail again.” The words hung heavily in the air. He means himself, “I will not fail.” With nothing more to say, Janus gathered up the heroes and followed Anthony’s instruction. Travel in the shadow realm is disconcerting for those not used to the feeling. Except Zin’Carla, the heroes were excited and nauseated at the same time. It could not be ignored, however, that they were travelling at an accelerated pace. Over the course of a few hours they had journeyed across Yssgelund, through the deadwood forest and into the Stone Bear Mountains. While making their way through the pass, Aase spotted something he had never seen before; a galeb duhr warrior! He stopped, hardly able to believe his eyes. The warrior turned to face him. She was not quite as tall as he, but nearly two feet taller than any woman Aase had ever encountered. In the primal tongue she uttered a threatening warning, “You are not welcome here, heretic!” The warrior-maiden summoned forth elemental spirits to aid her in battle, surprising the very confused party, “We don’t have time for this, Aase” Janus spat. The elemental spirits burrowed through the ground, striking from beneath the heroes feet. Not wanting a fight, Dawn stepped forward and offered a truce with her, “We are merely travelers passing through, we mean you no harm.” She looked quizzically at the monk, “You…are not Beysib?” “No, we seek to fight and kill the Beysib. Would you help us?” asked Aase. He displayed connection to the primal spirits, giving her even more pause. “The Yssge do not want help from a Heretic.” She spat, but ordered the spirits to withdraw. They learned her name was Aggrona, daughter of Grimmdal. The Yssge kill galeb duhr on sight, though Grimmdal let her daughter live. Though she was cast out of the tribe, Aggrona was still loyal to her people and used her powers to defend the passages through the mountains. Reluctantly, she agreed to help guide the heroes to the Nord Stones; if only to kill off Beysibians. Climbing the hills, the large cairn stones came into view. The sky was tumultuous with storm. Within the circled stones, however, not even the slightest breeze was felt. As they approached, Zin’Carla recognized the black sword floating in the circle, “Achra.” “I heard a story, Tristan, that you possessed that sword.” “Not anymore.” Came a voice from within the circle. Na’Kar stepped forward. “Would you join me in the circle?” The heroes stepped forward, laying their weapons outside the stones before entering. When Zin’Carla entered, the storm grew to a tempest, bringing the assassin to his knees. His companions gazed in bewilderment as life was restored to the body of Tristan Farron. “Unsuspected…” mused Na’Kar, “I see you have ignored my lessons, Janus.” “And what lesson is that?” Janus stepped forward, aggressively. “That continuing with this foolhardy quest will get people killed. Not you or I, but farmers, wives, sons and daughters. Lay down your weapons and walk away. When I have finished here, the land can be restored and peace brought to the lands. Grimmdal understood; why is it so hard for you?” Janus was so focused he hadn’t noticed Grimmdal standing there, “Traitor! You betrayed us!” “Hold your tongue, Janus. Grimmdal merely understands that this war cannot continue as it has. His people are dying and he seeks a way for them to live-“ Janus cut him off, “In your Utopia? I hardly call that life.” Na’kar sighed, “You have never been to Ranke, have you? What do you know of our world? You were told stories of the romanticized world of the knights of Ranke and Lightbringers. Your entire belief system is one big fairytale. No matter, I will claim Bane’s Champion and end this struggle. I have even named my champion.” A lithe figure stepped into the circle. Lifting her hood, all could see a pale woman with dark hair. Her features were beautiful and… familiar. She was a perfect contrast to Dawn. “Hello, dear brother.”

<a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> was visibly shaken by the assassin’s quick kill of the fang-guard, “She surrendered! You took her life mercilessly. You will not do that in my presence again.” If Zin’Carla showed remorse, his face did not show it. Janus ran quickly to Ohderik’s side, “Are you alright, old friend?” “Aye, mostly superficial… It just hurt like the nine hells. I’ll survive.” The same could not be said for <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1026#definition1026" title="A grizzled old Rankan veteran; he often talks of the old times, before the darkness." class="reference" >Grenn</a>. He took the heavier blows from the fang-guard while protecting <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1030#definition1030" title="A former Lightbringer, Ohderik was assigned to protect Janus by his mother, Sarah Farron." class="reference" >Ohderik</a>. Robb was filled with guilt, “He was my only friend… He looked after me after they died. Monk, I will have words with you!” <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> spun on his heels to face the young warrior. “I…owe you an apology, monk. I believed less of you than deserved, and you proved more worthy than me in this battle.” Each of the heroes was exhausted, yet they would be called to action once more today. The body of the fang-guard began to animate; the face turned to stare at <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a>, “I am the fang-guard of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=89#definition89" title="The devourer of light; god of all; the endless snake; Zehir's reach is both far and constricting." class="reference" >Zehir</a>, keeper of his children… You will die here…” With that, the stomach began to expand, tearing flesh and spewing forth thousands of snakes. One such snake rapidly grew and multiplied its heads until a massive razor-teethed hydra stood in their path. One by one, each readied their weapons. They may have been tired, but they were far from dead. Gnashing teeth struck out with force bloodying the heroes. This beast was a very dangerous threat, but nothing would fell the heroes this day. Like every other challenge Janus and his companions faced, they stood triumphant over the hydra’s carcass. With a final shrug, <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> fell. He was in dire need of some rest. Congratulations, my friend. I promised I would help and did I not come through? Much of that creature burned thanks to you. Rest now, you have much work to do, and this is hardly the time to die. Alton could hardly refuse Anthony’s request for supplies in light of recent accomplishments, and stocked the travelers with what items he had in his shop. He also assisted Anthony in preparing the shadow walk ritual; if done properly, they could possibly beat Na’Kar to the Nord Stones. While others rested and prepared, Janus sought out his mentor, much to his chagrin. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1030#definition1030" title="A former Lightbringer, Ohderik was assigned to protect Janus by his mother, Sarah Farron." class="reference" >Ohderik</a> was very displeased in Janus recent decisions, “Have you forgotten everything I taught you, boy? Why did you come back?” “I came back to save you, of course; to save the people of Riverton.” Janus was taken back at Ohderik’s accusations, “And what happens the next time the town is assaulted? You were played, boy. You must learn to make the hard decisions if you hope to be a leader-“ “-I cannot lead if no one is left alive!” Janus found himself visibly shaken. Why could <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=1030#definition1030" title="A former Lightbringer, Ohderik was assigned to protect Janus by his mother, Sarah Farron." class="reference" >Ohderik</a> not understand? “Look, Janus. I am thankful that you saved my life, but at what cost? We cannot fail again.” The words hung heavily in the air. He means himself, “I will not fail.” With nothing more to say, Janus gathered up the heroes and followed Anthony’s instruction. Travel in the shadow realm is disconcerting for those not used to the feeling. Except Zin’Carla, the heroes were excited and nauseated at the same time. It could not be ignored, however, that they were travelling at an accelerated pace. Over the course of a few hours they had journeyed across <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=93#definition93" title="Barbarian lands to the north of the Rankan Empire." class="reference" >Yssgelund</a>, through the deadwood forest and into the Stone Bear Mountains. While making their way through the pass, <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> spotted something he had never seen before; a <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=196#definition196" title="The Yssge name for slave; it is also the chosen of the Primals" class="reference" >galeb duhr</a> warrior! He stopped, hardly able to believe his eyes. The warrior turned to face him. She was not quite as tall as he, but nearly two feet taller than any woman <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> had ever encountered. In the primal tongue she uttered a threatening warning, “You are not welcome here, heretic!” The warrior-maiden summoned forth elemental spirits to aid her in battle, surprising the very confused party, “We don’t have time for this, Aase” Janus spat. The elemental spirits burrowed through the ground, striking from beneath the heroes feet. Not wanting a fight, <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> stepped forward and offered a truce with her, “We are merely travelers passing through, we mean you no harm.” She looked quizzically at the monk, “You…are not <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=163#definition163" title="Snake worshipers from the southern kingdom of Sset. They are fanatic in their devotion to Zehir." class="reference" >Beysib</a>?” “No, we seek to fight and kill the <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=163#definition163" title="Snake worshipers from the southern kingdom of Sset. They are fanatic in their devotion to Zehir." class="reference" >Beysib</a>. Would you help us?” asked <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a>. He displayed connection to the primal spirits, giving her even more pause. “The <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=166#definition166" title="Savage barbarians of the northern expanse known as Yssgelund" class="reference" >Yssge</a> do not want help from a Heretic.” She spat, but ordered the spirits to withdraw. They learned her name was Aggrona, daughter of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=265#definition265" title="The Thunder-Cleaver; a Champion of Bane" class="reference" >Grimmdal</a>. The <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=166#definition166" title="Savage barbarians of the northern expanse known as Yssgelund" class="reference" >Yssge</a> kill <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=196#definition196" title="The Yssge name for slave; it is also the chosen of the Primals" class="reference" >galeb duhr</a> on sight, though <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=265#definition265" title="The Thunder-Cleaver; a Champion of Bane" class="reference" >Grimmdal</a> let her daughter live. Though she was cast out of the tribe, Aggrona was still loyal to her people and used her powers to defend the passages through the mountains. Reluctantly, she agreed to help guide the heroes to the Nord Stones; if only to kill off Beysibians. Climbing the hills, the large cairn stones came into view. The sky was tumultuous with storm. Within the circled stones, however, not even the slightest breeze was felt. As they approached, Zin’Carla recognized the black sword floating in the circle, “Achra.” “I heard a story, Tristan, that you possessed that sword.” “Not anymore.” Came a voice from within the circle. Na’Kar stepped forward. “Would you join me in the circle?” The heroes stepped forward, laying their weapons outside the stones before entering. When Zin’Carla entered, the storm grew to a tempest, bringing the assassin to his knees. His companions gazed in bewilderment as life was restored to the body of <a href="/characters/1106" class="char_reference" >Tristan Farron</a>. “Unsuspected…” mused Na’Kar, “I see you have ignored my lessons, Janus.” “And what lesson is that?” Janus stepped forward, aggressively. “That continuing with this foolhardy quest will get people killed. Not you or I, but farmers, wives, sons and daughters. Lay down your weapons and walk away. When I have finished here, the land can be restored and peace brought to the lands. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=265#definition265" title="The Thunder-Cleaver; a Champion of Bane" class="reference" >Grimmdal</a> understood; why is it so hard for you?” Janus was so focused he hadn’t noticed <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=265#definition265" title="The Thunder-Cleaver; a Champion of Bane" class="reference" >Grimmdal</a> standing there, “Traitor! You betrayed us!” “Hold your tongue, Janus. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=265#definition265" title="The Thunder-Cleaver; a Champion of Bane" class="reference" >Grimmdal</a> merely understands that this war cannot continue as it has. His people are dying and he seeks a way for them to live-“ Janus cut him off, “In your Utopia? I hardly call that life.” Na’kar sighed, “You have never been to <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=116#definition116" title="Capitol of the Rankan Empire, home of Aladar II." class="reference" >Ranke</a>, have you? What do you know of our world? You were told stories of the romanticized world of the knights of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=116#definition116" title="Capitol of the Rankan Empire, home of Aladar II." class="reference" >Ranke</a> and <a href="/campaigns/definitions/43?def_id=109#definition109" title="Holy order of Knights, ordained by the church of Pelor, in service of the Emperor." class="reference" >Lightbringers</a>. Your entire belief system is one big fairytale. No matter, I will claim Bane’s Champion and end this struggle. I have even named my champion.” A lithe figure stepped into the circle. Lifting her hood, all could see a pale woman with dark hair. Her features were beautiful and… familiar. She was a perfect contrast to <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a>. “Hello, dear brother.”

<a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> was visibly shaken by the assassin’s quick kill of the fang-guard, “She surrendered! You took her life mercilessly. You will not do that in my presence again.” If Zin’Carla showed remorse, his face did not show it. Janus ran quickly to Ohderik’s side, “Are you alright, old friend?” “Aye, mostly superficial… It just hurt like the nine hells. I’ll survive.” The same could not be said for Grenn. He took the heavier blows from the fang-guard while protecting Ohderik. Robb was filled with guilt, “He was my only friend… He looked after me after they died. Monk, I will have words with you!” <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> spun on his heels to face the young warrior. “I…owe you an apology, monk. I believed less of you than deserved, and you proved more worthy than me in this battle.” Each of the heroes was exhausted, yet they would be called to action once more today. The body of the fang-guard began to animate; the face turned to stare at <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a>, “I am the fang-guard of Zehir, keeper of his children… You will die here…” With that, the stomach began to expand, tearing flesh and spewing forth thousands of snakes. One such snake rapidly grew and multiplied its heads until a massive razor-teethed hydra stood in their path. One by one, each readied their weapons. They may have been tired, but they were far from dead. Gnashing teeth struck out with force bloodying the heroes. This beast was a very dangerous threat, but nothing would fell the heroes this day. Like every other challenge Janus and his companions faced, they stood triumphant over the hydra’s carcass. With a final shrug, <a href="/characters/1181" class="char_reference" >Hobart</a> fell. He was in dire need of some rest. Congratulations, my friend. I promised I would help and did I not come through? Much of that creature burned thanks to you. Rest now, you have much work to do, and this is hardly the time to die. Alton could hardly refuse Anthony’s request for supplies in light of recent accomplishments, and stocked the travelers with what items he had in his shop. He also assisted Anthony in preparing the shadow walk ritual; if done properly, they could possibly beat Na’Kar to the Nord Stones. While others rested and prepared, Janus sought out his mentor, much to his chagrin. Ohderik was very displeased in Janus recent decisions, “Have you forgotten everything I taught you, boy? Why did you come back?” “I came back to save you, of course; to save the people of Riverton.” Janus was taken back at Ohderik’s accusations, “And what happens the next time the town is assaulted? You were played, boy. You must learn to make the hard decisions if you hope to be a leader-“ “-I cannot lead if no one is left alive!” Janus found himself visibly shaken. Why could Ohderik not understand? “Look, Janus. I am thankful that you saved my life, but at what cost? We cannot fail again.” The words hung heavily in the air. He means himself, “I will not fail.” With nothing more to say, Janus gathered up the heroes and followed Anthony’s instruction. Travel in the shadow realm is disconcerting for those not used to the feeling. Except Zin’Carla, the heroes were excited and nauseated at the same time. It could not be ignored, however, that they were travelling at an accelerated pace. Over the course of a few hours they had journeyed across Yssgelund, through the deadwood forest and into the Stone Bear Mountains. While making their way through the pass, <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> spotted something he had never seen before; a galeb duhr warrior! He stopped, hardly able to believe his eyes. The warrior turned to face him. She was not quite as tall as he, but nearly two feet taller than any woman <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a> had ever encountered. In the primal tongue she uttered a threatening warning, “You are not welcome here, heretic!” The warrior-maiden summoned forth elemental spirits to aid her in battle, surprising the very confused party, “We don’t have time for this, Aase” Janus spat. The elemental spirits burrowed through the ground, striking from beneath the heroes feet. Not wanting a fight, <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a> stepped forward and offered a truce with her, “We are merely travelers passing through, we mean you no harm.” She looked quizzically at the monk, “You…are not Beysib?” “No, we seek to fight and kill the Beysib. Would you help us?” asked <a href="/characters/1090" class="char_reference" >Aase</a>. He displayed connection to the primal spirits, giving her even more pause. “The Yssge do not want help from a Heretic.” She spat, but ordered the spirits to withdraw. They learned her name was Aggrona, daughter of Grimmdal. The Yssge kill galeb duhr on sight, though Grimmdal let her daughter live. Though she was cast out of the tribe, Aggrona was still loyal to her people and used her powers to defend the passages through the mountains. Reluctantly, she agreed to help guide the heroes to the Nord Stones; if only to kill off Beysibians. Climbing the hills, the large cairn stones came into view. The sky was tumultuous with storm. Within the circled stones, however, not even the slightest breeze was felt. As they approached, Zin’Carla recognized the black sword floating in the circle, “Achra.” “I heard a story, Tristan, that you possessed that sword.” “Not anymore.” Came a voice from within the circle. Na’Kar stepped forward. “Would you join me in the circle?” The heroes stepped forward, laying their weapons outside the stones before entering. When Zin’Carla entered, the storm grew to a tempest, bringing the assassin to his knees. His companions gazed in bewilderment as life was restored to the body of <a href="/characters/1106" class="char_reference" >Tristan Farron</a>. “Unsuspected…” mused Na’Kar, “I see you have ignored my lessons, Janus.” “And what lesson is that?” Janus stepped forward, aggressively. “That continuing with this foolhardy quest will get people killed. Not you or I, but farmers, wives, sons and daughters. Lay down your weapons and walk away. When I have finished here, the land can be restored and peace brought to the lands. Grimmdal understood; why is it so hard for you?” Janus was so focused he hadn’t noticed Grimmdal standing there, “Traitor! You betrayed us!” “Hold your tongue, Janus. Grimmdal merely understands that this war cannot continue as it has. His people are dying and he seeks a way for them to live-“ Janus cut him off, “In your Utopia? I hardly call that life.” Na’kar sighed, “You have never been to Ranke, have you? What do you know of our world? You were told stories of the romanticized world of the knights of Ranke and Lightbringers. Your entire belief system is one big fairytale. No matter, I will claim Bane’s Champion and end this struggle. I have even named my champion.” A lithe figure stepped into the circle. Lifting her hood, all could see a pale woman with dark hair. Her features were beautiful and… familiar. She was a perfect contrast to <a href="/characters/1089" class="char_reference" >Dawn</a>. “Hello, dear brother.”

2010-03-09T14:51:25-08:00

2192 255 Chapter XXXVI: Lessons

2010-03-09T22:19:26-08:00

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437

In the morning after Goldar's history lecture, they travelled down to The Cogs and into the district of Blackbones. Directions to the Tain Foundry were clear and it was hard to miss once they drew close. The liquid courage Kat had consumed from the night before to overcome her fear of the lifts for the journey, was now disagreeing with her as they reached the warm industrial heart of Sharn. Enveloped in the orange glow of molton metal, and the sharp smell of burning ore, the main gate pierced the soot-covered walls of the Tain Foundry. Several beefy and surly looking guards - humans, dwarves and a bugbear - lazed around the gate. Through the gate the party could see workers toiling in the heat and foul air. Zachar noted that most of them were warforged and that several of those would soon be sent to the Cannith compound for repairs that could have been prevented with simple routine maintenance. When Drake faltered in greeting the guards, Goldar stepped forward, cleared his throat and asked to see Molric. The guards made a few comments amoungst themselves about more "fresh meat" but showed the party through to the Slag Pit, the company drinking hole. While the others found a table, Kat went and bought herself some "hair of dog" to try and ease her queasy tummy. while they waited for Molric to be brought to them, the party watched the multi-racial foundry workers drink their wages back into the ir'Tain coffers after a long day earning those same wages. The general feeling in the room was one of dislike and oppression. It was obvious that the workers didn't care much for their supervisor and that the kruthiks attacks had to be stopped soon before a full on strike brought the foundry to a close. After a short wait, they noticed a plainly dressed dwarf walking into the room. By the way the workers shifted uncomfortably at his arrival, this was obviously Foreman Molric Torranol. A willowy hobgoblin with long braided hair wearing simple white robes spotted them in the crowded room and steered the sour clean shaven dwarf over to their table. Molric barked a few unpleasant remarks at the warforged seated at the next table with some other workers, about them taking up space drinking people could use and how they should go back to work like the machines they were, before addressing the party. Clearly he didn't care for the warforged. "So you are the next batch of glory seekers, who think they can solve my kruthik problem," he grunted looking each of them over with a disapproving snarl. "What the Foreman means," Olaakki quickly interceded, " is that we are glad that you have come to our aid in this sticky issue. The foundry workers and my loyal flock would be most grateful for your assistance. This is why we have offered a reward for anyone who can successfully eliminate the threat." Molric shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the reward but Olaakki glared him into maintaining silence. The party negotiated a fee and upon accepting the job, Olaakki gave them a rough map showing a warren of tunnels through long unused goblin ruins. The map indicated several entry points into the kruthik warren but Olaakki suggested the tunnel in The Depths where the last attack had come from. [Minor Quest: Eliminate the [[Kruthik Threat]] ]

In the morning after <a href="/characters/868" class="char_reference" >Goldar</a>'s history lecture, they travelled down to <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1075#definition1075" title="At the very base of the city, below ground level, home to the industrial heart of Sharn." class="reference" >The Cogs</a> and into the district of Blackbones. Directions to the <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1053#definition1053" title="In the Cogs industrial district of Blackbones, not far from the residential area of Khyber's Gate." class="reference" >Tain Foundry</a> were clear and it was hard to miss once they drew close. The liquid courage <a href="/characters/899" class="char_reference" >Kat</a> had consumed from the night before to overcome her fear of the lifts for the journey, was now disagreeing with her as they reached the warm industrial heart of <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=818#definition818" title="Sharn, often called "The City of Towers", is the iconic metropolis of Eberron." class="reference" >Sharn</a>. Enveloped in the orange glow of molton metal, and the sharp smell of burning ore, the main gate pierced the soot-covered walls of the <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1053#definition1053" title="In the Cogs industrial district of Blackbones, not far from the residential area of Khyber's Gate." class="reference" >Tain Foundry</a>. Several beefy and surly looking guards - humans, dwarves and a bugbear - lazed around the gate. Through the gate the party could see workers toiling in the heat and foul air. <a href="/characters/904" class="char_reference" >Zachar</a> noted that most of them were warforged and that several of those would soon be sent to the Cannith compound for repairs that could have been prevented with simple routine maintenance. When <a href="/characters/900" class="char_reference" >Drake</a> faltered in greeting the guards, <a href="/characters/868" class="char_reference" >Goldar</a> stepped forward, cleared his throat and asked to see <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1054#definition1054" title="Dwarf. Supervisor at the Tain Foundry." class="reference" >Molric</a>. The guards made a few comments amoungst themselves about more "fresh meat" but showed the party through to the Slag Pit, the company drinking hole. While the others found a table, <a href="/characters/899" class="char_reference" >Kat</a> went and bought herself some "hair of dog" to try and ease her queasy tummy. while they waited for <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1054#definition1054" title="Dwarf. Supervisor at the Tain Foundry." class="reference" >Molric</a> to be brought to them, the party watched the multi-racial foundry workers drink their wages back into the ir'Tain coffers after a long day earning those same wages. The general feeling in the room was one of dislike and oppression. It was obvious that the workers didn't care much for their supervisor and that the kruthiks attacks had to be stopped soon before a full on strike brought the foundry to a close. After a short wait, they noticed a plainly dressed dwarf walking into the room. By the way the workers shifted uncomfortably at his arrival, this was obviously <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1054#definition1054" title="Dwarf. Supervisor at the Tain Foundry." class="reference" >Foreman Molric Torranol</a>. A willowy hobgoblin with long braided hair wearing simple white robes spotted them in the crowded room and steered the sour clean shaven dwarf over to their table. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1054#definition1054" title="Dwarf. Supervisor at the Tain Foundry." class="reference" >Molric</a> barked a few unpleasant remarks at the warforged seated at the next table with some other workers, about them taking up space drinking people could use and how they should go back to work like the machines they were, before addressing the party. Clearly he didn't care for the warforged. "So you are the next batch of glory seekers, who think they can solve my kruthik problem," he grunted looking each of them over with a disapproving snarl. "What the Foreman means," <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1055#definition1055" title="Hobgoblin priest of the Sovereign Host" class="reference" >Olaakki</a> quickly interceded, " is that we are glad that you have come to our aid in this sticky issue. The foundry workers and my loyal flock would be most grateful for your assistance. This is why we have offered a reward for anyone who can successfully eliminate the threat." <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1054#definition1054" title="Dwarf. Supervisor at the Tain Foundry." class="reference" >Molric</a> shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the reward but <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1055#definition1055" title="Hobgoblin priest of the Sovereign Host" class="reference" >Olaakki</a> glared him into maintaining silence. The party negotiated a fee and upon accepting the job, <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1055#definition1055" title="Hobgoblin priest of the Sovereign Host" class="reference" >Olaakki</a> gave them a rough map showing a warren of tunnels through long unused goblin ruins. The map indicated several entry points into the kruthik warren but <a href="/campaigns/definitions/437?def_id=1055#definition1055" title="Hobgoblin priest of the Sovereign Host" class="reference" >Olaakki</a> suggested the tunnel in The Depths where the last attack had come from. [Minor Quest: Eliminate the <a class="wiki" href="/wikis/link?campaign_id=437&name=Kruthik%20Threat">Kruthik Threat</a> ]

2010-03-09T10:20:36-08:00

2191 255 2010-02-10 - At the Tain Foundry

2010-03-09T10:21:34-08:00