The party, having arrived in their new land, identifies their most immediate problem as needed a clean and plentiful source of water for their refugee caravan. Using logical deduction, based on the location of the mountains to the west, the party begins searching for a river. Instead they discover a burned out farmhouse that is serving as a base for some necromancer cultists. The party kills all but one of the cultists, and questions the survivor about their current situation, discovering that it is "about" fifty years since the events known collectively as "The Fall" occurred.
The cultist reveals that there are rivers to the north and the south, and a road passing from one to the other. On the southern river is an abandoned-yet-occupied Fort, and on the norther river is a hamlet, complete with functional ferry. There are also woods to the
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Category:Rise and Fall | Views:847 | Added by:Rob | Date:07 Jun 2013
We stood atop the tower, me trying to get my bearings, the rest trying to figure out what to do next, when Atterwood took a small lens he'd found and placed it in a spy-glass that was mounted to the center of the roof. Peering through, we were shocked to see Verna, the weretigress, standing at a window in a tower in the distance. Knowing that Leptor couldn't be far if Verna was here, we left immediately and went off in the direction of that other tower. Luckily for us that was the same direction the silver path led.
It wasn't long before we found the path we were on flanked by thousands upon thousands of ghost-like dwarves and elves. Dukek and I were visibly disturbed, as these massive numbers could only mean that Sirrith had stolen the souls of the dead from the battle before Tarimthol-El. I was not born yet at the time of the great battle, but Dukek was there and so set off immediately to try to find an old comrade. The rest of us waited for a few minute
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I have been fighting. That is all that is certain. I have been told I was only separated from the group for a day or two, but it feels like at least a decade. I do not know what I have been fighting, nor where, least of all why. I dislike having my memory played with in such a way. It was hard enough to do so voluntarily, it's an invasion of my self to have it done to me against my will. The clear memories consist of stepping between the columns, fighting, and appearing on top of a tower in a blasted heath, exhausted, on my knees, and coughing up blood.
Atterwood and Dukek later gave me a brief version of what the rest had gone through in my absence. It seems that while I found myself fighting, they were instead transported to this dream-world, filled with shadows of reality and illusions in every corner. There is a friend in this false world though, in the form of a thin silvery path that seems to keep them in safe areas. Their explorations brought them t
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We finished dealing with the mass of orcs and their ogre-mage master and were desperately trying to catch our breaths and understand the transformation that had come over Atterwood and Kanar (as well as our apparent betrayal at the hands of Barille, when we heard humanoid voices coming from an adjoining chamber. Atterwood proved his loyalty, even in undeath, by using one of his more powerful spells to seal off that entrance, giving us a few minutes at the least. We immediately took stock of our situation and provisions and added to them by looting the body of the mage. From the ogre's body our gnome friend managed to find the spell-book, including a chant that allowed him to open up an extra-dimensional safe haven that we all (except Rufo, who's skill at stealth should save his skin) clamored into. This spell proved unbelievably useful as it protected us from the cultists' search parties for the next two days while Barille called upon his god to restore our undead comrades to true life
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Our path through The Bowels led us to another small room where we were immediately assaulted by a set of four goblin-esque creatures that moved in startling synchronicity. Dukek dropped Lord Baltron's prone body in the rear of our marching formation as we readied ourselves for battle, but before we could even effectively set ourselves in fighting positions these beasts blinked all around us, transporting around and through our ranks without lifting a foot. Novarg, Dukek and I found their resistance to cold steel to be a bit lacking, and soon lost our initial fright. There were two brief points in the battle where things could have easily gotten worse, but we managed to pull things out alright. Firstly one of the goblins managed to get in the midst of our formation, right next to Bariel, Kanar and Rufo. Thankfully Dukek was close by to render aid before things got out of hand. Secondly about halfway through the battle the beasts morphed in such a way as I have never seen before. Their n
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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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