A strange elven apparition stopped us dead in our tracks as we approached the fried orc's corpse. It was difficult to discern what he was trying to tell us, but we got the message that things were happening very swiftly and that we'd best head to the gatehouse as soon as possible, army at the White Knuckles be damned. We scrambled outside and Kanar, still in an incorporeal form thanks to very strange magicks, scouted the gatehouse for us and found nothing. We all followed after and confirmed that whatever Leptor and his minions had been up to, it was clear that they were no longer using this location as a base. I think Adderwood was looking forward to seeing what prizes could be found in Leptor's laboratory, but we didn't have time to sulk. A brief discussion led us to the conclusion that the culmination of this dog chase would occur at the temple site. Back to the teleport pad we went.
I was very eager to confront the foul wizard and discover what he'd done with the ruby Lord
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We sat to catch our breaths on the island near the temple and it quickly became apparent that we would need to replenish our resources more before fighting our way through the tower and over to the gatehouse to find Leptor's laboratory. (As a side note, it appears that my bite is not infected, thank Tamrith). A short note found on Leptor's body shortly before he vanished lent more confusion than actual information, as it insinuated that this maniacal human had at one time been the great dwarf Baltron's apprentice. After a brief discussion we went back to the mysterious deserted city to find a secure building to rest in. Rufo scouted ahead and found a lavish, if nerve racking, building that looked more recently abandoned than the rest of the city. We checked it out, but it gave Adderwood and Kanar a strange feeling, so we left it alone. There was a small servents outbuilding in the back that we decided to use as our defensive point, as it had only one door and was still within the outer
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We took our new treasures and decided to rest and recuperate before we ventured forth from the vault. As we camped we discussed and experimented with the items and discovered much that was not apparent at first glance. The Arrow is the last of a quiver that was used to slay an iron skinned beast. The Sword is indeed Esserial, but apparently the Grimorden it was used against was not trapped in the sphere, but rather hurled up to the stars. Diamasin decreed that the sword should used against the demon when it returns, but not be reforged until that day (which seems like it could be any minute now). The Armor was indeed that of great-great-great-grandfather Diamasin. As we thought, the sapling is the cutting of the Tree of Life, although it had an unexpected companion in the Silver Apple, which is possibly the last fruit of an unknown Tree of Knowledge. The Ring and Torc were both wedding gifts for Diamasin and Aedrinia. Lastly, the Tooth was both pulled from and used to slay the last kno
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We took our new key, boots and knowledge that a few books were missing in hand and decided to try our luck with the supposed teleport platform. After a good night's sleep that is. I took the bulk of the watch, as usual. It is truly useful not having to sleep. The humans must love having an elf in the party for at least that fact. There was a slight bump in the middle of the night from somewhere in the tower, but we were in no condition to investigate, so we stayed on the defensive and it passed. Morning came and Barrill prayed to Pelor to remove our captured Astalonian paladin's evil helmet. It seems his prayers were in vain, as the paladin remained under the curse despite the earnest pleas. I want to save this man, but our mission looms ahead of us, not allowing us to waver. We fed him and left him bound as we began experimenting with the portal. Gathering together, including Kanar's new pet were-tigress, we tested the toy and found ourselves first atop a very strange building. ... Read more »
We headed up the stairs of the bleak tower with Kanar still very disconcerted due to a minor infestation in her ear. Though we entered with the plan of subtlety and stealth, that plan was quickly dashed to the rocks as we rounded the corner and met a small gnomish spell-caster. This gentleman appeared to have no connection to the Cult of the Black Flame and so we were questioning his presence in the tower when a nearby door opened and shut. We were spotted! The dwarf, the human and I burst beyond the door and quickly took down the human knight we found in the next room. He was wearing the colors of a Paladin of Astalon so I pulled my swings and tried my best not to kill him. In truth his appearance sparked a memory of Liada's traveling companion Akelai. I could barely stand to swing the sword at him as this memory surfaced. This is dangerous beyond words for a number of reasons. Firstly, Liada did not exist, and to be drawn in by her emotions is to be drawn in by a lie. Secondly, any h
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I've finally returned, and there's much to do. Much evil in this world is trying to escape its bonds and so it must be stopped. But i'm getting ahead of myself. I suppose it would be best to start where the previous narrative left off.
Liada, Dukek, Kanar, Kangee, Rufo, Novarg and Sinedra had just made two narrow escapes, one from the forces of the Black Riders in the tunnels under Goats-Gate Pass, and another from Aslack Stoneworth of the Lion Clan. Cold, dressed in rags and near death they dragged themselves to the border of the Allanelle where they were met by a small group of elves. The fact that they were waiting for the group prompted a vicious outburst from Liada. The rest of the crew (ignoring Sinedra) simply seemed happy enough to be welcome somewhere, anywhere.
The party was led to Lothlor... er... Tamrithol-irl by Disen who explained a few of the basics of the political situation to them. He explained the current upheavel in leadership, Gorthamble's role as
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