After finally catching up with Hrogar in Sigil, we're trading off as planned. He will head back to the Prime Material Plane to raise an army for the final battle; I will continue on with his allies to take on the other Aboleths. Hopefully we will meet again at the final battle.
In the mean time, I've been getting to know my new allies. They are much as Hrogar described them.
I've prepared these allies for the upcoming battle, as well as myself, but I keep thinking I've forgotten a few things. Ah well, hopefully it was nothing important.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
A new member
Rogars has left the group and he has offered a replacement. A wizard from land near my own. I trust Rogar's judgment but it does not mean i will not keep an eye on him. One thing I have learned over the years is wizards can get drunk with power. They see themselves above the law of the land, but for now I will go with what the group feels is right. I have been proven wrong before, there are some good mages out there but he is going to have to earn my trust. Aside from that we are back in Sigel getting some much needed gear. Hopefully this will allow Ragnar to cast his spells. In the mean time I am also purchasing some stone to flesh potions. Last time we were going after the abalith Rogar's mount got turned into stone. To say the least if it was anyone but his mount we would have been in a lot of trouble. So at least this time we can counter it. We should be heading out again tomorrow. So I need to get some rest.
Journal of Crunch, Day 299ish-306 or so
-day292 + Sigil day7:
We have decided to re-equip ourselves for the current situation on the Plane of the Seer Aboleth, and have begun work on this endeavor today. Have brought armor in to Watt's Smithy for further reinforcements. Re-evaluated current equipment, returned unneeded item.
Conclusions: In our operations, you should always prepare for the unexpected.
-day292 + Sigil day8:
Discovered remains of a small starfish that had lodged itself onto upper back during undersea operations. Recycled it with dignity. It was a shame, as it was very pretty. Ragnarr has located an artificer willing to craft an amulet that will assist him in spellcasting on the Plane of the Seer Aboleth. I have located an interesting crystal that will aid against further basilisk assaults. No one else seemed interested in acquiring one of their own, however. Azan has foregone his new tower shield entirely.
Conclusions: Increase regularity of debris checks.
-day292 + Sigil day9:
Hrogar has informed us of sad news. He has been ordered by Pelor to gather and command the forces that will assault the Sunken City. He has located an individual to act in his place while he is away, a male organic by the name of Ken Eyroe. Ken says he is from the land of Tir'Narneah in Material Plane subplane 3, where he worked as an arcanist-for-hire. I had concerns over the employment of mercenaries, however, Arkadesh has approved of him and he did mentor Hrogar. I am sure then he will prove to be a trustworthy fellow.
Conclusions: The complexity of the assault upon the Sunken City will be higher than previously expected.
-day292 + Sigil day10:
Have found besst shirrt in nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Have found a very good shirt of surprising comfort in Sigil. Operational funds are now insufficient for any further gear augmentation. Ragnarr and Ken have been exchanging magical advice and information. It is difficult to follow along in their conversations, which is just as well that I am not part of them. Sztuczka was unavailable for visitation due to zealous performance hall security personnel.
Conclusions: The reputation of hair shirts are likely based on organic perceptions.
-day292 + Sigil day11:
Visited St. Dawkins Home for Beleaguered Youth and offered assistance. Brother Speck handed me a shovel and instructed me to purge the dining hall of their supply of moldy goat bread, previously deployed as part of a youth scuffle before the mold-related illnesses set in. Repaired two chairs and a desk as well. The toy supplies were surprisingly intact.
Conclusions: Some component of goats is capable of becoming bread, though not for very long.
-day292 + Sigil day12:
Bored. Polished footwear, cleaned and sorted my clothing, then re-enacted the Battle of Wroat using hats, books, and an inkwell.
Conclusions: Symbology of an inkwell representing Bulwark is surprisingly apt.
-day292 + Sigil day13:
All equipment has been checked and readied. All unit members are ready for duty. Edward Mulligan was brought forth for inspection and exercise. Ken cast a number of protective spells on us before going to sleep. We are prepared.
Conclusions: Pending.
-day292 + Sigil day14:
We leave again for the Plane of the Seer Aboleth. Given the unlikely change of circumstances regarding our capture or deactivation, the person reading this is likely in the employ of the Seer aboleth. To that end, YOUR TIME HAS COME, FOUL FISH. BY OUR HANDS YOU SHALL FALL.
We have decided to re-equip ourselves for the current situation on the Plane of the Seer Aboleth, and have begun work on this endeavor today. Have brought armor in to Watt's Smithy for further reinforcements. Re-evaluated current equipment, returned unneeded item.
Conclusions: In our operations, you should always prepare for the unexpected.
-day292 + Sigil day8:
Discovered remains of a small starfish that had lodged itself onto upper back during undersea operations. Recycled it with dignity. It was a shame, as it was very pretty. Ragnarr has located an artificer willing to craft an amulet that will assist him in spellcasting on the Plane of the Seer Aboleth. I have located an interesting crystal that will aid against further basilisk assaults. No one else seemed interested in acquiring one of their own, however. Azan has foregone his new tower shield entirely.
Conclusions: Increase regularity of debris checks.
-day292 + Sigil day9:
Hrogar has informed us of sad news. He has been ordered by Pelor to gather and command the forces that will assault the Sunken City. He has located an individual to act in his place while he is away, a male organic by the name of Ken Eyroe. Ken says he is from the land of Tir'Narneah in Material Plane subplane 3, where he worked as an arcanist-for-hire. I had concerns over the employment of mercenaries, however, Arkadesh has approved of him and he did mentor Hrogar. I am sure then he will prove to be a trustworthy fellow.
Conclusions: The complexity of the assault upon the Sunken City will be higher than previously expected.
-day292 + Sigil day10:
Have found besst shirrt in nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Have found a very good shirt of surprising comfort in Sigil. Operational funds are now insufficient for any further gear augmentation. Ragnarr and Ken have been exchanging magical advice and information. It is difficult to follow along in their conversations, which is just as well that I am not part of them. Sztuczka was unavailable for visitation due to zealous performance hall security personnel.
Conclusions: The reputation of hair shirts are likely based on organic perceptions.
-day292 + Sigil day11:
Visited St. Dawkins Home for Beleaguered Youth and offered assistance. Brother Speck handed me a shovel and instructed me to purge the dining hall of their supply of moldy goat bread, previously deployed as part of a youth scuffle before the mold-related illnesses set in. Repaired two chairs and a desk as well. The toy supplies were surprisingly intact.
Conclusions: Some component of goats is capable of becoming bread, though not for very long.
-day292 + Sigil day12:
Bored. Polished footwear, cleaned and sorted my clothing, then re-enacted the Battle of Wroat using hats, books, and an inkwell.
Conclusions: Symbology of an inkwell representing Bulwark is surprisingly apt.
-day292 + Sigil day13:
All equipment has been checked and readied. All unit members are ready for duty. Edward Mulligan was brought forth for inspection and exercise. Ken cast a number of protective spells on us before going to sleep. We are prepared.
Conclusions: Pending.
-day292 + Sigil day14:
We leave again for the Plane of the Seer Aboleth. Given the unlikely change of circumstances regarding our capture or deactivation, the person reading this is likely in the employ of the Seer aboleth. To that end, YOUR TIME HAS COME, FOUL FISH. BY OUR HANDS YOU SHALL FALL.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friends in Strange Places, Or Why It's Better to Lose Your Lizard than Your Spine
If there's one thing that's a bigger bastard about the plains than anything else, it's that damn near nothing is what you think it is by looking at it. And I don't mean looking at it with your eyes, but that's true, too. I mean magical sight sort of rubbish.
You're walking along, and your paladins go "Oh, shite, an evil dragon!"
Except, it's not a dragon, is it? It's a tiny bloody lizard. A talking lizard, sure, but hardly a dragon.
It's still evil, though. Maybe.
The fact is that if there's ways to make a bastard look evil. Most of them look like an illusion. So if you're already looking at an illusion that "Hey, that dinner-sized lizard looks like a dragon!" than how would you even begin to know if the damn thing is actually evil, or if that's an illusion, too?
It's a dirty trick. Lord knows it caused me no end of trouble a few times, no thank to that bastard Planar Lord.
Personally, the closest thing I've found to a sure method for evil is this: offer the bastard some food, or some liquor. If they turn it down? Look at the pirate king: didn't look evil, but sure as Hel's arse is cold was.
If they can be bought off with some dried fish, they're probably okay.
Well, probably. Though if they're sitting on your shoulder, you're likely to find out they're really evil when they chew through your spine.
Praise Pelor for good helmets.
And burn in hell, you blasted Ice Parrot, wherever you are. I hope you choked on those damn crackers.
Anyway. Probably just as well my lizard ran away. My spine might thank me later.
You're walking along, and your paladins go "Oh, shite, an evil dragon!"
Except, it's not a dragon, is it? It's a tiny bloody lizard. A talking lizard, sure, but hardly a dragon.
It's still evil, though. Maybe.
The fact is that if there's ways to make a bastard look evil. Most of them look like an illusion. So if you're already looking at an illusion that "Hey, that dinner-sized lizard looks like a dragon!" than how would you even begin to know if the damn thing is actually evil, or if that's an illusion, too?
It's a dirty trick. Lord knows it caused me no end of trouble a few times, no thank to that bastard Planar Lord.
Personally, the closest thing I've found to a sure method for evil is this: offer the bastard some food, or some liquor. If they turn it down? Look at the pirate king: didn't look evil, but sure as Hel's arse is cold was.
If they can be bought off with some dried fish, they're probably okay.
Well, probably. Though if they're sitting on your shoulder, you're likely to find out they're really evil when they chew through your spine.
Praise Pelor for good helmets.
And burn in hell, you blasted Ice Parrot, wherever you are. I hope you choked on those damn crackers.
Anyway. Probably just as well my lizard ran away. My spine might thank me later.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Arcadius and the Shadow Dragon
PART VI - BATTLE AGAINST THE EVIL ONES
Without hesitation or warning, I charged the Drow lady, and at that moment called forth the light of Pelor blazing like the sun itself. I knew that she was most likely of all of them to have magics to allow the escape of these fiends. It was clear they must be destroyed. Upon reaching the magic circle, I called upon Lord Pelor to protect me as I triggered whatever magical defenses would be up. They were indeed, and I was covered in icy cold, as if from the very void. Praise be that Pelor had guided me to protect myself against such elemental attacks. I called upon Lord Pelor to smite this vile doer of evil, and his power flowed through me to strike her down in a single blow, holy power shining forth from my blade.
The remaining Drow were for a moment stunned by the sudden onslaught of my attack and the brilliant sunlight burning into their eyes. The Drow lord recovered most quickly of them, and for a moment he reached for an amulet at his breast, then seemed to think better of it and instead waved his hands, producing a cloud of deepest darkness around all of us. In that dark, I heard the sound of the Drow and his guards advancing quickly. Another strange sound, like a sword or dagger being drawn from something wet and slimy, came from where I'd last seen the other Drow woman.
Fortunately, I am blessed and honored to be a Paladin of Pelor. I called forth his light and drove away the darkness. I flanked to the left and quickly struck down one of the Drow guards. This put me on the far side from the Drow servitor woman. She, however, had disappeared. Meanwhile, the Drow lord and the other guard quickly turned to face me. The guard charged me as the lord prepared to cast another spell. I darted past the guard, dodging the opportunistic attack he made. I then charged the lord and, again calling forth the power of Pelor, smote him such a blow that he was for a moment blinded. Using this chance, I ran him through. Thinking that the amulet he wore might be their means of escape, I snatched it from him.
Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain.
Without hesitation or warning, I charged the Drow lady, and at that moment called forth the light of Pelor blazing like the sun itself. I knew that she was most likely of all of them to have magics to allow the escape of these fiends. It was clear they must be destroyed. Upon reaching the magic circle, I called upon Lord Pelor to protect me as I triggered whatever magical defenses would be up. They were indeed, and I was covered in icy cold, as if from the very void. Praise be that Pelor had guided me to protect myself against such elemental attacks. I called upon Lord Pelor to smite this vile doer of evil, and his power flowed through me to strike her down in a single blow, holy power shining forth from my blade.
The remaining Drow were for a moment stunned by the sudden onslaught of my attack and the brilliant sunlight burning into their eyes. The Drow lord recovered most quickly of them, and for a moment he reached for an amulet at his breast, then seemed to think better of it and instead waved his hands, producing a cloud of deepest darkness around all of us. In that dark, I heard the sound of the Drow and his guards advancing quickly. Another strange sound, like a sword or dagger being drawn from something wet and slimy, came from where I'd last seen the other Drow woman.
Fortunately, I am blessed and honored to be a Paladin of Pelor. I called forth his light and drove away the darkness. I flanked to the left and quickly struck down one of the Drow guards. This put me on the far side from the Drow servitor woman. She, however, had disappeared. Meanwhile, the Drow lord and the other guard quickly turned to face me. The guard charged me as the lord prepared to cast another spell. I darted past the guard, dodging the opportunistic attack he made. I then charged the lord and, again calling forth the power of Pelor, smote him such a blow that he was for a moment blinded. Using this chance, I ran him through. Thinking that the amulet he wore might be their means of escape, I snatched it from him.
Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
From the Journal of Hrogar
So, while we were back in Sigil getting some supplies we need if we are to have a chance against our current target, I finally caught up with Keniroh (or more specifically, he finally caught up with me). After updating him on current matters and the important details since last we saw each other, he believes he can help the group in my absence.
This means I can finally move on to try to raise an army that can challenge the Aboleths in their primary city. I'm heading back to the material plane, and once there will travel to some of the places I visited before with Keniroh and also some other kingdoms that may be sympathetic to our cause. I'll have to be careful, though. It sounds like Tupper was captured and turned to the allegiance of the Aboleths. I must make sure to travel in a hidden manner so as not to be captured myself.
Hopefully, I will be able to raise a strong enough force to seriously threaten the master Aboleth in its fortified city. And hopefully the others will be able to take care of the other Aboleths while I accomplish this task. May the gods be with us.
This means I can finally move on to try to raise an army that can challenge the Aboleths in their primary city. I'm heading back to the material plane, and once there will travel to some of the places I visited before with Keniroh and also some other kingdoms that may be sympathetic to our cause. I'll have to be careful, though. It sounds like Tupper was captured and turned to the allegiance of the Aboleths. I must make sure to travel in a hidden manner so as not to be captured myself.
Hopefully, I will be able to raise a strong enough force to seriously threaten the master Aboleth in its fortified city. And hopefully the others will be able to take care of the other Aboleths while I accomplish this task. May the gods be with us.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Journal of Arcadius
Joining the Cause
We are still in Sigil. We have commissioned a magic item that will aid Ragnarr in calling upon Lord Pelor while in the pocket dimension of the Aboleth. The work is, naturally, taking some time, and we are waiting. Ragnarr himself is drinking so heavily that I am becoming concerned about him. We've had to retrieve him from alleys, gutters, and sundry foul places. I pray thee Lord Pelor to put light in his mind and peace in his heart!
Hrogar, meanwhile, has decided to at last answer his calling of raising an army against the Aboleth. Assuredly, he has a gift of persuasion, and this should serve him well. It seems he has been long in touch with someone else, a powerful wizard, who now wishes to help us in his stead. Having lost two wizards of our group to duties and distractions in Sigil, it is ironic yet good to have one join us here.
He, this wizard, is named Canary or something similar, perhaps in honor of the famous musical bird, and in fact his robes are of a yellowish hue, though more saffron than the bright yellow of his namesake. He goes by Can or Cen for short. He is from a land of the east called Tir-Narnia, a name of at best faint legend to me. From childhood I seem to recall tales of either immortal Fay living underground, or Witch-Queens and talking lions. Whatever the truth of them, the association of his land with powerful arcane magic is apparently true.
Thanks and gratitude to him for joining us at this crucial time! May he be prepared for the severe dangers ahead - he has time, hopefully he will use it well.
*A*
We are still in Sigil. We have commissioned a magic item that will aid Ragnarr in calling upon Lord Pelor while in the pocket dimension of the Aboleth. The work is, naturally, taking some time, and we are waiting. Ragnarr himself is drinking so heavily that I am becoming concerned about him. We've had to retrieve him from alleys, gutters, and sundry foul places. I pray thee Lord Pelor to put light in his mind and peace in his heart!
Hrogar, meanwhile, has decided to at last answer his calling of raising an army against the Aboleth. Assuredly, he has a gift of persuasion, and this should serve him well. It seems he has been long in touch with someone else, a powerful wizard, who now wishes to help us in his stead. Having lost two wizards of our group to duties and distractions in Sigil, it is ironic yet good to have one join us here.
He, this wizard, is named Canary or something similar, perhaps in honor of the famous musical bird, and in fact his robes are of a yellowish hue, though more saffron than the bright yellow of his namesake. He goes by Can or Cen for short. He is from a land of the east called Tir-Narnia, a name of at best faint legend to me. From childhood I seem to recall tales of either immortal Fay living underground, or Witch-Queens and talking lions. Whatever the truth of them, the association of his land with powerful arcane magic is apparently true.
Thanks and gratitude to him for joining us at this crucial time! May he be prepared for the severe dangers ahead - he has time, hopefully he will use it well.
*A*
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