Well, with a little luck and even more help from Pelor (yes, I believe he was somehow assisting us) the group got all the crystals moved from the pond to the other room. Of course, there was a tentacle beasty waiting for us to get the crystals. Anyways, then we freed Dan. Grungar was happy but not happy. When we brought him back to the town, no one in town could see him! Very peculiar!
So we went back to the cave the next day to find answers. Who should greet us but the Undead Lord thing. Or at least, an image of him (though we did not know that until a bit later). We actually talked to him, rather than attacking. It was very peculiar! It turns out, he and his minions are trying to stop the misty thing from stealing the children, if I heard right. They are also trying to fight the evil we are fighting, but apparently we haven't even gotten close to the evil we are fighting, everything has been of their creation! So we must all don earrings of water breathing magic and venture even further into the cave to try and fight the evil we have been meaning to fight.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Journal of Grungar the Masher, Day 151c-152
We find gray stompy tho. it hit rilly hard!
Then we play with shiny crystils in pool. It has a wiggly!
Then we find a mean skelly but he calm down after we done playing with crystils.
Then then we find new room with book and levers and big thing and a spider.
WE PULL LEVER TO FREE DAN!!
I go run help DAN but then but then HE IS NOT REAL DAN!! He is small and has pants!!!
Rjagnir say fake dan is real DAN but with fake over him. Say if I help fakereal Dan then DAN BE BIGGAR FRIEND TO ME!!!!
Then we roll bigrock over cavehole and go back to town.
I try help fakereal Dan find parents but nobody know him.
Okay so today we go back to cave because we forgot a thing
But then we see Big Evil Magic Dead Thing!! He not kill us though.
Big Evil Magic Dead Thing say he fight ocean thing. Say he loot children like fakereal Dan.
I think Big Evil Magic Dead Thing is bad but Arkadesh give biglong speach about stuff i dunno.
Arkadesh know what he doing, so I follow him even if he pray to false DAN.
We all go find bigger bad to mash with new friend Chonalus. She is skinny!
She give us magic errings for waterbreath. I already has hole for it too.
Where we go is be rilly scary so we go back to town to get magic beetsack to hide things in from water.
Book stay in beetsack away from wet. Goodbye book! Have fun with River Dolphin shirt!
Then we play with shiny crystils in pool. It has a wiggly!
Then we find a mean skelly but he calm down after we done playing with crystils.
Then then we find new room with book and levers and big thing and a spider.
WE PULL LEVER TO FREE DAN!!
I go run help DAN but then but then HE IS NOT REAL DAN!! He is small and has pants!!!
Rjagnir say fake dan is real DAN but with fake over him. Say if I help fakereal Dan then DAN BE BIGGAR FRIEND TO ME!!!!
Then we roll bigrock over cavehole and go back to town.
I try help fakereal Dan find parents but nobody know him.
Okay so today we go back to cave because we forgot a thing
But then we see Big Evil Magic Dead Thing!! He not kill us though.
Big Evil Magic Dead Thing say he fight ocean thing. Say he loot children like fakereal Dan.
I think Big Evil Magic Dead Thing is bad but Arkadesh give biglong speach about stuff i dunno.
Arkadesh know what he doing, so I follow him even if he pray to false DAN.
We all go find bigger bad to mash with new friend Chonalus. She is skinny!
She give us magic errings for waterbreath. I already has hole for it too.
Where we go is be rilly scary so we go back to town to get magic beetsack to hide things in from water.
Book stay in beetsack away from wet. Goodbye book! Have fun with River Dolphin shirt!
Journal of W. E. Tupper, Day 153
Day 153
My god, what a day.
The gnome finally spilled all the beans: about the latest unsolved murder with very familiar methodologies, how soon afterward he had spotted a suspicious guy roaming the warehouse district with suspicious implements; and how he'd been 'tracking' him for the past few weeks now, to the point of tipping him off.
But instead of heading out forthwith to this monster's hideout and beating him into a dry pulp, he takes me out into the sewers, sits me down, and says that I am almost ready to join his crusade against 'evil.' Then it got weird. He told me to focus, to remember what I felt from the crate when I opened it years ago; something besides the gut-twisting horror, the panic, and the sickly warmth of almost-dead body parts. So, I sat back, concentrated deeply… and it hits me like a bolt from the blue. I could feel him. I could feel the murderer moving about in the sewers. Cogmer didn't follow me when I ran off; or if he did, he kept out of sight pretty well. Eventually I tracked the gods-blasted fiend to a rats-nest underneath the southern part of the Scoops.
I didn't know him. I always feared that when I met him I would find out it was a friend, or close 'business associate,' or somebody who came to the store often, or even a fellow guardsman. I had never seen him before tonight. Five counts of premed murder, one count of attempted premed murder, who knows how many more before that or since then. He was a menace to the city, beneficial only in absence. And I let him live. I beat the bacon out of him and back onto the pig, mind you, and he did that half again to me; but I let him live. Odds are I'll get yelled at for this.
Dragged him to the nearest temple I could find: the Church of Our Radiant and Awesome Lord, Waylayer of the Unhallowed Dead (where else but the fucking Pelor Dome). And as I was sitting in the pews, waiting for the priests to finish up and for the guards to show up, a farmer sits down next to me. He started talking, maybe to me, maybe to himself. Figured it was some kind of prayer until he stood up, turned to me and handed me something. He said, "I'm staying out of this, but you know you got to keep your hand in." and then he left. It was a medal of St. Cuthbert. Will be sure to make something of this when I can keep my eyes open and think at the same time.
When I got back to my room at the inn, I found yet another note on the door: "You have failed. -4C"
Going to bed, will likely be dead by tomorrow. Spread my ashes someplace quiet and away from trees.
My god, what a day.
The gnome finally spilled all the beans: about the latest unsolved murder with very familiar methodologies, how soon afterward he had spotted a suspicious guy roaming the warehouse district with suspicious implements; and how he'd been 'tracking' him for the past few weeks now, to the point of tipping him off.
But instead of heading out forthwith to this monster's hideout and beating him into a dry pulp, he takes me out into the sewers, sits me down, and says that I am almost ready to join his crusade against 'evil.' Then it got weird. He told me to focus, to remember what I felt from the crate when I opened it years ago; something besides the gut-twisting horror, the panic, and the sickly warmth of almost-dead body parts. So, I sat back, concentrated deeply… and it hits me like a bolt from the blue. I could feel him. I could feel the murderer moving about in the sewers. Cogmer didn't follow me when I ran off; or if he did, he kept out of sight pretty well. Eventually I tracked the gods-blasted fiend to a rats-nest underneath the southern part of the Scoops.
I didn't know him. I always feared that when I met him I would find out it was a friend, or close 'business associate,' or somebody who came to the store often, or even a fellow guardsman. I had never seen him before tonight. Five counts of premed murder, one count of attempted premed murder, who knows how many more before that or since then. He was a menace to the city, beneficial only in absence. And I let him live. I beat the bacon out of him and back onto the pig, mind you, and he did that half again to me; but I let him live. Odds are I'll get yelled at for this.
Dragged him to the nearest temple I could find: the Church of Our Radiant and Awesome Lord, Waylayer of the Unhallowed Dead (where else but the fucking Pelor Dome). And as I was sitting in the pews, waiting for the priests to finish up and for the guards to show up, a farmer sits down next to me. He started talking, maybe to me, maybe to himself. Figured it was some kind of prayer until he stood up, turned to me and handed me something. He said, "I'm staying out of this, but you know you got to keep your hand in." and then he left. It was a medal of St. Cuthbert. Will be sure to make something of this when I can keep my eyes open and think at the same time.
When I got back to my room at the inn, I found yet another note on the door: "You have failed. -4C"
Going to bed, will likely be dead by tomorrow. Spread my ashes someplace quiet and away from trees.
Monday, September 28, 2009
There is powerful magic afoot. (Chris)
What spells to memorize, hmm. Perhaps lighting, or fireball or should I prepare more dispel spells. Always tough to decide which spells I need for tomorrow. Hmm. I think some damage spells and dispel spells. I have a feeling we are going to need to get out of some sticky situations tomorrow.
So to recap on today’s events; we finally freed Dan. I was impressed by how people pulled together and how we where able to make it out of their. So we got out of there and brought Dan back to the town, but soon discovered there is some very and I mean very powerful magic afoot. None of the people in this town can see the boy. We do know it was the necromancers that are the culprits. We discovered this by reading it out of a book we found in this stronghold. The group decided we will go back tomorrow and try and fix this. Pelor guide us so we can find a way to free these people from this powerful spell. On that note back to my spells.. Hmm maybe one more dispel…….
So to recap on today’s events; we finally freed Dan. I was impressed by how people pulled together and how we where able to make it out of their. So we got out of there and brought Dan back to the town, but soon discovered there is some very and I mean very powerful magic afoot. None of the people in this town can see the boy. We do know it was the necromancers that are the culprits. We discovered this by reading it out of a book we found in this stronghold. The group decided we will go back tomorrow and try and fix this. Pelor guide us so we can find a way to free these people from this powerful spell. On that note back to my spells.. Hmm maybe one more dispel…….
Ragnarr Day 152(?)
It seems we found Dan. Not the Dan Grungar was looking for, but a nice enough little boy. Grungar scared him near out of his wits screaming that he wasn't the real Dan. I told him Dan had sent the boy as a test, that he had to be nice to the boy. Not sure he's convinced, but it calmed him down a bit. We'll have to see if we can help bring him to Dan a bit later. Arcadius seems to think Dan is another name for Heracles. Not a name I've ever heard, but I once knew a lovely holy woman who insisted that Pelor's true name was Petunia.
I've managed to get most of the group to let us know what their wishes are if they die. When I last saw Arcadius, he was in the process of drafting up a damn long document stating exactly what he wants done. A wee bit anal, if you ask me, but it's better that the thing is done in painful detail than not at all.
Can't be too hard on the lad, though. He had to face a damn hard decision. Looks like the enemy of our enemy might be a baby stealing undead wizard. This is one of those nasty Paladin decision times, where its all I can do to offer support however it comes out. The last time I tried to make one of those decisions, I had a Paladin screaming at me that the decision wasn't honorable because he hadn't made it, and I didn't deserve the title of cleric. Pelor had a talk with me that night, and told me that sometimes its best to make them make their own decision. They're chosen for these things.
Never did quite understand. All I'd done was order stew for dinner. And there wasn't even a bloody second choice. Still, the lad fought well for Pelor, so there's that.
I hope this Arcadius fellow meets a nicer end, though. It'd be nice if we didn't decide not to resurrect him just because we couldn't find any bits.
It looks like I'm going to have to swim. If I didn't already think Pelor was punishing me for something, this would convince me. And besides that, I think all this damp and being out of sunlight might be again letting loose the Flintian Throat Rot. I'll pray to Pelor to cure it, though I'll understand if he's busy elsewhere. It's not much more than a nuisance, but by the gods, what a nuisance.
I've managed to get most of the group to let us know what their wishes are if they die. When I last saw Arcadius, he was in the process of drafting up a damn long document stating exactly what he wants done. A wee bit anal, if you ask me, but it's better that the thing is done in painful detail than not at all.
Can't be too hard on the lad, though. He had to face a damn hard decision. Looks like the enemy of our enemy might be a baby stealing undead wizard. This is one of those nasty Paladin decision times, where its all I can do to offer support however it comes out. The last time I tried to make one of those decisions, I had a Paladin screaming at me that the decision wasn't honorable because he hadn't made it, and I didn't deserve the title of cleric. Pelor had a talk with me that night, and told me that sometimes its best to make them make their own decision. They're chosen for these things.
Never did quite understand. All I'd done was order stew for dinner. And there wasn't even a bloody second choice. Still, the lad fought well for Pelor, so there's that.
I hope this Arcadius fellow meets a nicer end, though. It'd be nice if we didn't decide not to resurrect him just because we couldn't find any bits.
It looks like I'm going to have to swim. If I didn't already think Pelor was punishing me for something, this would convince me. And besides that, I think all this damp and being out of sunlight might be again letting loose the Flintian Throat Rot. I'll pray to Pelor to cure it, though I'll understand if he's busy elsewhere. It's not much more than a nuisance, but by the gods, what a nuisance.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Will of Arcadius
(written in both common and in a foreign script and language)
I Ar-Khadesh, son of 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.
Do herein swear before the gods and the voices of judgment of my ancestors that I am of right mind, and that I have followed the right path to the best of my ability throughout my life, and that therefore I now write the truth.
By my hand and seal, let this be known.
*A*
Know then that I have sworn myself to the cause of Lord Pelor
Know then that I follow his path without hesitation or thought for myself
Know then that in doing so I fight forces of darkness and evil
Know then that I am thereby exposed to great danger and may die at any time
Thus
If it be the will of Lord Pelor that I may be resurrected upon my death, that I wish to do so, for only thus may I continue the path of struggle upon which I have been set. If it not be the will of Lord Pelor, then my wishes and the magic of the priests are of no matter and will be without effect. In such case, I ask the following:
Let my body be burned, along with clothes and other personal effects of little use
Let my useful possessions be divided in such manner among my companions as seems best to further our cause without me. If our cause has succeeded, or if none remain to carry it on, let these possessions be handed over to the priesthood of Pelor, who may do with them as they deem best.
Let the the medallion I wear under my clothes, which is a sign of my rightly-guided lineage of Guardians of the Land of the Five Rivers, if possible be returned to my homeland and to my family.
Know that my family may be found in the Land of the Five Rivers, in the province of Zakhemet, and in the district of Ideb, whereof my father is Guardian.
If it is the case that my companions have died with me, then I commend you, o' reader, in whatever time and place you may see this document, to do that which is right and carry out this will to the best of your ability.
Rightly we have done, rightly we do, and rightly may we do in the times to come.
I Ar-Khadesh, son of 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.
Do herein swear before the gods and the voices of judgment of my ancestors that I am of right mind, and that I have followed the right path to the best of my ability throughout my life, and that therefore I now write the truth.
By my hand and seal, let this be known.
*A*
Know then that I have sworn myself to the cause of Lord Pelor
Know then that I follow his path without hesitation or thought for myself
Know then that in doing so I fight forces of darkness and evil
Know then that I am thereby exposed to great danger and may die at any time
Thus
If it be the will of Lord Pelor that I may be resurrected upon my death, that I wish to do so, for only thus may I continue the path of struggle upon which I have been set. If it not be the will of Lord Pelor, then my wishes and the magic of the priests are of no matter and will be without effect. In such case, I ask the following:
Let my body be burned, along with clothes and other personal effects of little use
Let my useful possessions be divided in such manner among my companions as seems best to further our cause without me. If our cause has succeeded, or if none remain to carry it on, let these possessions be handed over to the priesthood of Pelor, who may do with them as they deem best.
Let the the medallion I wear under my clothes, which is a sign of my rightly-guided lineage of Guardians of the Land of the Five Rivers, if possible be returned to my homeland and to my family.
Know that my family may be found in the Land of the Five Rivers, in the province of Zakhemet, and in the district of Ideb, whereof my father is Guardian.
If it is the case that my companions have died with me, then I commend you, o' reader, in whatever time and place you may see this document, to do that which is right and carry out this will to the best of your ability.
Rightly we have done, rightly we do, and rightly may we do in the times to come.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sztu 151
Undead Lords? I did not sign up for that! It was down the ladder where the black pool that drained energy is. None of the healing spells worked! It was awful! Then it teleported! So now there is an ANGRY Undead somewhere out there. That is just great! Just great! Then there were more golems! See we found these crystals and they were so shiny and we pulled one out of the pool and a golem came, so while everyone fought I had the crystal and it was just so shiny but Jacob asked for it and so I gave it to him and when he returned from wherever he went he no longer had the crystal and there was another golem on the loose and there were more thrones where the Undead thing was and that means there are possibly even more of those out there waiting for us and if we move more crystals there are probably going to be more golems!
Epic stories are not like this! Where is the romance, the intrigue, the Knights in shining armour and the valiant Kings? The fair maidens? Instead there is blood, death, near-death, and many many many many unpleasant things!
Epic stories are not like this! Where is the romance, the intrigue, the Knights in shining armour and the valiant Kings? The fair maidens? Instead there is blood, death, near-death, and many many many many unpleasant things!
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