Yes, we could do with some backup to help take out their backup.
Monday, November 8, 2010
From the Journal of Hrogar
The situation is less than ideal. Here is a diagram of what it looks like:
Yes, we could do with some backup to help take out their backup.
Yes, we could do with some backup to help take out their backup.
Swiming with the fishes... again
I am very certain the abalith is here. We have had so many different creatures and people attack us while at this pirate base. It it was just pirates i would continue to not jump to judgment, however we have had several different fish creatures, pirates and sea elves attacking us. If this is not the work of an abalith then the creature controlling these people needs to be stopped non the less.
It is quite tonight. We decided we needed allow Rogar to sleep. He was running low on spells, which is never a good thing when getting close to an abalith. So we found an out cove. Hopefully we can get a full night rest and push early in the morning, but i think that is wishful thinking.
Well i was right. First there was a fish that released a poison and then a crab attacked. And the interesting part is now there is a stone wall keeping us in this cove. I guess we might as well rest because there is going to be a tough fight ahead of us tomorrow.
It is quite tonight. We decided we needed allow Rogar to sleep. He was running low on spells, which is never a good thing when getting close to an abalith. So we found an out cove. Hopefully we can get a full night rest and push early in the morning, but i think that is wishful thinking.
Well i was right. First there was a fish that released a poison and then a crab attacked. And the interesting part is now there is a stone wall keeping us in this cove. I guess we might as well rest because there is going to be a tough fight ahead of us tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Arcadius and the Shadow Dragon
PART III - THE DROW
The fog of magic cleared, and I was standing in the darkling subterranean forest outside the city of Lady Gozen. A short journey took me there. It was much the same as before... shadowed, unearthly, lit by dim but beautiful phosphorescent light in purple, green, and blue, woven with nature in the Elvish way, but woven with natures's dark night rather than the daylight. The Drow are a people of long memory, and the guards had not forgotten me. Though unexpected, I was welcome.
I made my way through the dark streets to the house of Gozen, and was told the Lady was not home, but away on other business. Nonetheless, I was permitted entrance, and bidden to wait for her. I stayed in a room in the visitor's quarter of the house, healing with help from the Drow, and preparing myself for two days until the great Lady returned. She was as I remembered - noble, proud, and grave in her bearing - carrying herself in a manner that would make the most dignified Guardian of the Land of the Five Rivers honored to be in her company.
Indeed, I felt honored that she made time to speak with me within hours of her return. I described my mission and my plans to her. I explained that I wished to help her against her vile foes in return for the healing her folk had given me, but also asked the favor of teleportation for my purposes afterward. Though her bearing never faltered, it was clear she was concerned by my desire to visit the sea elves. She told me of the ancient perfidity of the surface elves, both sea and land, and how we humans were deceived in dealing with them. I replied that in this matter I believed I could trust their self-interest, for the sword I wished to trade would be of great use to them, and they could not take it from me by force except at great cost to themselves.
In the end, she consented to transport me to a place a few days travel from them, but would in no way send me directly into their power. What I did after that would be my own choice. I was most thankful.
For her part, she revealed that her foes, the wicked Drow who kept Alienists among them, had a small base of operations that I might be able to destroy single-handedly, however the exact time to strike would have to be chosen with care. It could be some weeks. She asked in the interim if I cared to aid her people against such lesser and local threats as they faced. I replied most readily that I did, for I greatly honored her. She told me to wait, and she would find someone from her house, one who knew the area intimately, to join me in dealing with such foes.
I passed a few more days, and spent my time well, learning about the house of Gozen and the people of the city. I was allowed to wander freely about the town. Certain things became apparent to me. The Drow do indeed carry themselves with great dignity, reminiscent of my homeland, and it is this trait which first made them so appealing to me. However, living among them I saw that they indeed have another side to their character, one that recalls the dark stories about them, for they are most subtle and not always trustworthy in their dealings with one another. Nonetheless, I think that those who speak ill of them choose to emphasize that which is bad and ignore that which is good. They are very brave, intelligent, show the gravest of courtesy, and have a complex but very real honor code of their own. I wonder what is the full and true tale of their ancient sundering from the rest of the Elven race?
In due time, the Lady Alis told me that if I was ready, she had work and a partner for me. She introduced me to her granddaughter, the lady Viriya Gozen, with whom I would go hunting in the dark caverns for creatures that sought harm to the Drow. I fear that some subtle faltering of my bearing and seriousness might have shown, for lady Viriya is beautiful even by the high standards of the Drow, who are a pretty folk. Indeed I think she is the loveliest women I have ever seen. She is young, very young for a Drow. Yet, like all her grandmother's kin, she is fearless and formidable, a great ranger and warrior of her folk... most worthy and admirable traits!
I called upon Pelor to give my heart steadiness, and focused my mind on that which must be done.
The fog of magic cleared, and I was standing in the darkling subterranean forest outside the city of Lady Gozen. A short journey took me there. It was much the same as before... shadowed, unearthly, lit by dim but beautiful phosphorescent light in purple, green, and blue, woven with nature in the Elvish way, but woven with natures's dark night rather than the daylight. The Drow are a people of long memory, and the guards had not forgotten me. Though unexpected, I was welcome.
I made my way through the dark streets to the house of Gozen, and was told the Lady was not home, but away on other business. Nonetheless, I was permitted entrance, and bidden to wait for her. I stayed in a room in the visitor's quarter of the house, healing with help from the Drow, and preparing myself for two days until the great Lady returned. She was as I remembered - noble, proud, and grave in her bearing - carrying herself in a manner that would make the most dignified Guardian of the Land of the Five Rivers honored to be in her company.
Indeed, I felt honored that she made time to speak with me within hours of her return. I described my mission and my plans to her. I explained that I wished to help her against her vile foes in return for the healing her folk had given me, but also asked the favor of teleportation for my purposes afterward. Though her bearing never faltered, it was clear she was concerned by my desire to visit the sea elves. She told me of the ancient perfidity of the surface elves, both sea and land, and how we humans were deceived in dealing with them. I replied that in this matter I believed I could trust their self-interest, for the sword I wished to trade would be of great use to them, and they could not take it from me by force except at great cost to themselves.
In the end, she consented to transport me to a place a few days travel from them, but would in no way send me directly into their power. What I did after that would be my own choice. I was most thankful.
For her part, she revealed that her foes, the wicked Drow who kept Alienists among them, had a small base of operations that I might be able to destroy single-handedly, however the exact time to strike would have to be chosen with care. It could be some weeks. She asked in the interim if I cared to aid her people against such lesser and local threats as they faced. I replied most readily that I did, for I greatly honored her. She told me to wait, and she would find someone from her house, one who knew the area intimately, to join me in dealing with such foes.
I passed a few more days, and spent my time well, learning about the house of Gozen and the people of the city. I was allowed to wander freely about the town. Certain things became apparent to me. The Drow do indeed carry themselves with great dignity, reminiscent of my homeland, and it is this trait which first made them so appealing to me. However, living among them I saw that they indeed have another side to their character, one that recalls the dark stories about them, for they are most subtle and not always trustworthy in their dealings with one another. Nonetheless, I think that those who speak ill of them choose to emphasize that which is bad and ignore that which is good. They are very brave, intelligent, show the gravest of courtesy, and have a complex but very real honor code of their own. I wonder what is the full and true tale of their ancient sundering from the rest of the Elven race?
In due time, the Lady Alis told me that if I was ready, she had work and a partner for me. She introduced me to her granddaughter, the lady Viriya Gozen, with whom I would go hunting in the dark caverns for creatures that sought harm to the Drow. I fear that some subtle faltering of my bearing and seriousness might have shown, for lady Viriya is beautiful even by the high standards of the Drow, who are a pretty folk. Indeed I think she is the loveliest women I have ever seen. She is young, very young for a Drow. Yet, like all her grandmother's kin, she is fearless and formidable, a great ranger and warrior of her folk... most worthy and admirable traits!
I called upon Pelor to give my heart steadiness, and focused my mind on that which must be done.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Journal of Crunch, Day 289c
-day289-C:
We have located a secret river entrance to the facility and, thanks to Sztuczka's technical knowledge, destroyed it. This action also slaughtered a large amount of fish. We then traveled deeper into the facility by means of the former riverbed and located another underground dock. It is here that we met a pirate named Nathaniel, who appears to be in charge of some quantity of pirates in the facility. Engagements in discourse with him have not led to a mutually-agreeable situation. He does not believe an aboleth to be on the premises, and demands compensation for the loss of his personnel and equipment. While compensation seems reasonable given the circumstances, we are unable to pay the required amount.
Ragnarr then made an attempt at mace-based diplomatics, which did not end well, and thus delayed the discussion until Nathaniel's pirate forces could be neutralized. During this combat, Azan lost control of his body and battled against us.Thi I was unable to effect repairs to him at the time due to entrapment inside a spherical wall of magic. Fortunately, Azan is still alive and of sound mind. Nathaniel and his bodyguard are effectively secured, and we are currently engaged in generating an inventory list of the goods in the area. No further gunpowder has been found, however, Ragnarr has expressed great joy over the discovery of a cask of alcohol.
An item of note: Nathaniel claims the crystal prisons in the facility are not of pirate construction; they have existed here for as long as the pirate forces have inhabited the facility (at least 150 years).
We have located a secret river entrance to the facility and, thanks to Sztuczka's technical knowledge, destroyed it. This action also slaughtered a large amount of fish. We then traveled deeper into the facility by means of the former riverbed and located another underground dock. It is here that we met a pirate named Nathaniel, who appears to be in charge of some quantity of pirates in the facility. Engagements in discourse with him have not led to a mutually-agreeable situation. He does not believe an aboleth to be on the premises, and demands compensation for the loss of his personnel and equipment. While compensation seems reasonable given the circumstances, we are unable to pay the required amount.
Ragnarr then made an attempt at mace-based diplomatics, which did not end well, and thus delayed the discussion until Nathaniel's pirate forces could be neutralized. During this combat, Azan lost control of his body and battled against us.
An item of note: Nathaniel claims the crystal prisons in the facility are not of pirate construction; they have existed here for as long as the pirate forces have inhabited the facility (at least 150 years).
Monday, November 1, 2010
From the Journal of Hrogar
You know what I like about cannons? Pretty much everything. They give you much the same benefits as a wand of lightning bolts, but without the need to be able to cast magic! Admittedly, instead of a wizard it helps to have a gnome around to use it, but under our current circumstances, that's pretty much what the cleric ordered.
The problem with fighting aboleths is that you really don't want to kill their servants, because you know their servants are under mind control. Now mind you, most of the servants we've tended to see strike me as the sorts with a predisposition toward that acts the aboleth is having them commit. That is to say, the aboleth tends not to use direct control of all it's minions so much as it sets up circumstances as needed so that most of the 'minions' are willingly doing what the aboleth wants. That being said, I don't feel right just slaughtering all it's minions. But then, I've always been counseled not to go into battle blindly. As mentioned before, this has caused no small amount of head banging between me and other paladins.
None the less, I believe that the group is suitably restraining itself, killing when it can't be helped, but not becoming an unthinking murderous mob.
The problem with fighting aboleths is that you really don't want to kill their servants, because you know their servants are under mind control. Now mind you, most of the servants we've tended to see strike me as the sorts with a predisposition toward that acts the aboleth is having them commit. That is to say, the aboleth tends not to use direct control of all it's minions so much as it sets up circumstances as needed so that most of the 'minions' are willingly doing what the aboleth wants. That being said, I don't feel right just slaughtering all it's minions. But then, I've always been counseled not to go into battle blindly. As mentioned before, this has caused no small amount of head banging between me and other paladins.
None the less, I believe that the group is suitably restraining itself, killing when it can't be helped, but not becoming an unthinking murderous mob.
Letter from Arcadius to his father
(from the stay in The Land of the Five Rivers, and written in its language and script)
To the honored, right-thinking and right-acting Ar-Mahdin, son of Ar-Ahrum, who was son of Ar-Dehret, who was son of Ar-Mirihaal, who was daughter of Ar-Khadesh, who was son of Ar-Kinas, who was daughter of Ar-Mahdin, who was son of Ar-Ahrum, who was son of Ar-Dehret, first of our rightly-guided lineage.
Keeper of the lineage of Dehret
Guardian of of the district of Ideb
Speaker in the assembly of the province of Zakhmemet
My father
From your son, Ar-Khadesh
*A*
Know o' father that I am briefly once more in The Land of the Five Rivers, but alas, only in distant Khemhet. I and my companions are merely passing through on our way to other lands. I have taken them temporarily under my Guardianship, and thus far they have behaved correctly and brought no discredit to it.
Know o' father that I must report to you certain things I have seen in Khemhet. Merchants of the Kingdom of Izmir, strange that their customs may be, are behaving in ways contrary to their own interests, but in accordance with the command of their tyrannical king. They are selling, but not buying, and thus hoarding gold that will no doubt fund the rumored war against Point of Origin, worthy city of the servants of the Gods. Know also that there is a strange unease in the district of Khemhet, and the common folk seem restless, though they cannot or will not explain why. Whatever is happening, it is contrary to the old and right paths, and I therefore humbly beg you to mention this matter to those who have need to know such things.
Know o' father that I have much more I would like to say than time and wisdom permit. However, recall if you will the tales of Thamuut the Fisherman, of Musheret the Peasant and Ar-Dahun the Foolish Guardian, and especially of Ekhmose and the Basalt Tomb. Reflect upon the time in which each is set, and I believe they will prove instructive.
Know o' father I pray that, gods willing, when the current troubles are past, and the vile forces of darkness and disorder are purged, we shall have time to speak at length and leisure.
Know o' father that I honor you, my mother, and our family, may they be blessed and may they act in accordance with the old and proper ways.
Rightly we have done, rightly we do, and rightly may we do in the times to come.
To the honored, right-thinking and right-acting Ar-Mahdin, son of Ar-Ahrum, who was son of Ar-Dehret, who was son of Ar-Mirihaal, who was daughter of Ar-Khadesh, who was son of Ar-Kinas, who was daughter of Ar-Mahdin, who was son of Ar-Ahrum, who was son of Ar-Dehret, first of our rightly-guided lineage.
Keeper of the lineage of Dehret
Guardian of of the district of Ideb
Speaker in the assembly of the province of Zakhmemet
My father
From your son, Ar-Khadesh
*A*
Know o' father that I am briefly once more in The Land of the Five Rivers, but alas, only in distant Khemhet. I and my companions are merely passing through on our way to other lands. I have taken them temporarily under my Guardianship, and thus far they have behaved correctly and brought no discredit to it.
Know o' father that I must report to you certain things I have seen in Khemhet. Merchants of the Kingdom of Izmir, strange that their customs may be, are behaving in ways contrary to their own interests, but in accordance with the command of their tyrannical king. They are selling, but not buying, and thus hoarding gold that will no doubt fund the rumored war against Point of Origin, worthy city of the servants of the Gods. Know also that there is a strange unease in the district of Khemhet, and the common folk seem restless, though they cannot or will not explain why. Whatever is happening, it is contrary to the old and right paths, and I therefore humbly beg you to mention this matter to those who have need to know such things.
Know o' father that I have much more I would like to say than time and wisdom permit. However, recall if you will the tales of Thamuut the Fisherman, of Musheret the Peasant and Ar-Dahun the Foolish Guardian, and especially of Ekhmose and the Basalt Tomb. Reflect upon the time in which each is set, and I believe they will prove instructive.
Know o' father I pray that, gods willing, when the current troubles are past, and the vile forces of darkness and disorder are purged, we shall have time to speak at length and leisure.
Know o' father that I honor you, my mother, and our family, may they be blessed and may they act in accordance with the old and proper ways.
Rightly we have done, rightly we do, and rightly may we do in the times to come.
Darn Wizards
Annoying wizards. You go to the extra level to protect your self from their evil way and they find a way to bend the laws of the world. They say rouge are dirty fighters, but I think most wizards give them a run for their money. There are some wizards that have learned to find a balance and try to help others. Most just love to show case their power.
On another note we have continued to push on. We meet a pirate who claims to be the leader of this group. While other talked with him I kept a look out for guards. Good thing I dd because sure enough some water elf showed up. After fall prey to their mind control the others were able to fend them off. I hope we find this abalith soon. This is getting worse by the hour.
On another note we have continued to push on. We meet a pirate who claims to be the leader of this group. While other talked with him I kept a look out for guards. Good thing I dd because sure enough some water elf showed up. After fall prey to their mind control the others were able to fend them off. I hope we find this abalith soon. This is getting worse by the hour.
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