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Posted in The Night Below
The Thornwood
I'm not quite calm enough to sleep yet, so I'm writing this at night rather than before my studies in the morning. I keep thinking I see those eyes hovering in dark corners here and there around the campsite.

Parlfrey offered us a choice of jobs - we chose to follow up on a local legend involving the defeat of a priest of Asmodeus. The Gleaming Glade, it seems, lies in testimony to that fight some 200 years ago. Nothing grows here except a strange, glowing moss. The dead zone is almost a perfect circle, and the ground has been transformed into a sucking, jelly-like muck. The magic aura isn't uniform, so I suspect some magic items have been swallowed by the Glade. Octan would have a fit if he knew we were going to try and dig things out instead of sitting cross-legged to ponder how the lingering magic here hooks in among that of whatever lies beneath the surface. Well, Octan never had a chance to recover a 200-year-old suit of enchanted chain, worn by the first lord of this land!

We arrived just before nightfall, so we set up camp next to the Glade. Not long after sunset, a sudden chill set in. We bedded down just in time to be roused by a sudden cry - some awful creature approached from the dead area directly into our camp. Its hair was wild and white, its hands clawed, and its eyes were two tiny specks of light among an eerie darkness, so cold! Most of the party scattered, as I had suggested earlier, allowing me to cast Heat-Seeking Fist of Thunder! It was just as impressive as I had hoped - the mighty crack loosed when the fist struck our campfire made our enemy falter, even though Gardenia and Ez's blows were healed as fast as they could be inflicted. The creature caught Ez, draining life from him until William delivered a single blow so mighty that it smote the creature into dust. Perhaps the fighter's tall tales of his exploits during "the war" have some substance to them after all.

We moved camp after that - no fire this time. I hope dawn arrives soon. Kuiper's farmhands were right to think us crazy for coming here.
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It seems our little group has hit the big time. Now we're working directly for the regional official, Count Parlfrey. He presides over the Haranshire from his keep a little west of Thurmaster. The Count seemed pleased with the work we've done so far in his domain, and hired us to track down some missing acolytes of Tir and Freyja in the moor to the north. It would appear that the locals rely mostly on luck to pass between settlements unharmed. Lately that luck has been failing.

Find the acolytes we did not, but their guards were left dead or dying among the rocks and heather. Voras did his best, but it wasn't enough to sustain the one remaining guard against his gruesome and infected wounds. Before expiring, the man tried to tell us about the acolytes' abduction. No more than a minute after the guard expired, his killers showed themselves. Several horse-sized dogs, each with two heads, came at us together. One caught me in its mouth and nearly shook me apart before I was able to wriggle free and get some altitude! I was able to do some judicious blinding with Color Spray, but it isn't quite up to the job against such sturdy beasts.

Once the last dog breathed its last, we limped our way back toward Parlfrey's keep. We arrived in sorry shape, Ez especially, several of us with festering wounds. I did not suffer those, fortunately. The Count's brother, Lafayer, offered to purify the wounds in return for a donation to Tir - Voras tells us that he offered a substantial discount from the usual amount due to our ongoing search for the acolytes. We now await another audience with the Count, perhaps to track down Ranchefus or whoever else is involved with all the kidnappings of late. With any luck, the local rangers will have some information on where the Dead God's followers are hiding.
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Hussars Savage Tide
Items gained Session 10
* 2 Lesser Restoration potions (Kiba and Arnmin)
* Two jars of Maylss Root Paste (Kaylankuli)
* Dose of Id Moss (Kaylankuli)
* Striped Toadstool (Kaylankuli)
* Purple silk cloak with emerald clasp (unclaimed)
* Silver locket with portrait of Vanthus (unclaimed)
* Brissa's armor (unclaimed)
* Brissa's masterwork rapier (unclaimed)

(All items have been added to the Loot page.)
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Jordan
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Cover and Line of Sight chart posted!
I posted a nice chart in the files section covering LOS and Cover in 4E, check it out.
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Chapter VIII: The Pact to Redemption
Before the heroes could deal with the glyph, a number of guards charged from the crowd; one stepping forward, "Stand down warriors! Hand over your weapons and come quietly."

Titus ascended the stairs to the temple, attempting to address the crowd, but was attacked by a few guards. Just then, the watch captain came running, "Those men are not under orders of the watch!" he shouted, stunning one from the back. The party made short work of them.

Once Balthasar had time to study the glyph, he easily found the runes to disable and provide passage into the highly illuminated temple. The rest of the group followed quickly, only to be ambushed by the temples acolytes and a fanatic zealot. Once the battle was joined, Sunlord Ao made his presence known by calling down a column of fire to strike the warriors, nearly killing the Ranger, Gaelen. Garr was fast becoming enraged and crushed the life from the zealot, but was brought down by two of the other followers. Titus had his hands full trying to keep everyone in the fight...

You cannot save him. Do your duty. He is beyond you. We had an agreement. Reylos finished off the acolytes and, in a flash of fire and smoke, he appeared behind the sunlord stabbing him deep into the back. Finish it. You cannot save him. "What does that mean?!?" shouted Reylos as he attacked the priest. As the party finished off the remaining warriors they moved to help Reylos. The priest, now on his knees and bleeding, pleaded for his life. Strike now. Fulfill justice. You cannot save him. Reylos screamed and drew back his flaming blade, only to be slammed against the wall by Tristan. You cannot save him. "What do you mean? I have saved them all!" Reylos screamed to no one. Fool. You think I was speaking about the priest? Tristan? Titus? You cannot save you. Your soul his mine. All of this work will not save you. Watch as you kill your own son. Reylos' hands were around the neck of Tristan, strangling him. "Noooo!!!" As he pulled away, he still saw hands around Tristan's neck. You cannot save him. The ground shook in the temple. Over the sun mosaic on the floor opened a rift. The swirling vortex seemed to suck all light from the room. The tattoo on Reylos' body was rent from the flesh and formed into a shadow-like form.

The shadow turned and picked up the now lifeless body of Reylos. "I said you could not save him. And know he is mine. Minions, destroy them all!" The rift opened wider spewing forth shadow-souls, hell bent on feeding.

This battle was much, much worse than agains the acolytes. Garr was nearly immobilized by the shadow-demons, while Gaelen suffered under the barrage of attacks from Reylos' shadow. Titus was occupied between trying to close the rift and doing what he could to try and protect Tilly. Just as it seemed lost, a flash of light and warmth exorcised the shadows. Reylos lifted into the air in a column of radiant light. Gone were the red eyes, pulsing tattoo, and sickly look. Now stood a confident, powerful warrior, gleaming in black & gold armor. "Let us end this. You gave me revenge, but took everything else. You will not take anything more from me." The shadow laughed and moved to kill Garr. As the strike came down Reylos appeared in another brilliant flash of light, slashing across the shadow, then reappearing again in front of him, plunging the sword deep into the demon's chest and hurling him into the vortex

In a cascade of radiant light, the shadow creature was destroyed. The massive radiant power also destroyed the rift. The two opposing magiks were too much for the temple, however. It began crumbling as the party made their escape; Titus dragging the unconscious sunlord with him. Running down the steps, the heroes turned to see the temple engulfed by the radiant and necrotic energies, disintigrating the old building instantly.

Reylos looked around at the now perplexed companions, "It's over. I'm free". Balthasar smiled, "Good. Then let's get snake-hunting".
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