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Death Defeated, Returning Heroes

January 20, 2013 12:00

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CrIsis yet astounds! I saw two members fall, but using Scrolls of Osiris that were literally gifts of the Gods of Light they were resurrected on the spot! These fallen warriors, the noble Dwarven captain Overkill, and the scion of dance and earth, the Troglodyte Roggan, did not pause, but immediately sought to join again the battle! For their beating of death I have composed the following piece, which pales next to their heroism!







Death Defeated

They fight Anubis for a living
It is him they cannot control
For whatever they are giving
He will end up with their soul.

Yet they seem to laugh in his face
Even with a direct gift from him
They operate with such perfect grace
Despite the fact the odds are grim.

Anubis is waiting, he is ever there
Trying to prevent rebirth of his sire
He has sent many against CrIsis to bear
Situation faced are most dire!

Old Ones about to be summoned, they come
CrIsis joins with the Legion as one
Deevils, Arch Fiends, everywhere there’s scum.
Yet Death Defeated again, having taken none.





For all of CrIsis, and for the Heroes of the Legion of Northmoor, I have composed a short missive. Yes, the two greatest collections of heroes joined forces this glorious day! The Legion, led by the one and only Jidian Kulder, joined CrIsis themselves in going through a Stone Tower, defeating Trolls, Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and Deevils before reaching the ultimate terror- and Arch Fiend who held the Glaive of the Old Ones over the barely alive Sister Gaia! The Fiend was trying to summon an Old One and bring us back to the Age of Chaos! Of course, the light prevailed- else I would have perished, for I saw this with my own eyes!

Meanwhile, the other core Legionnaires, the Ogre Undead Hunter Ulric Highdeed, the powerful stone Dwarf Jade Hands, the master Gnome wizard Hobe Bygone, and the beautiful, deadly Elven Swordswoman Lady Shandra Hursaii III held off an army of Gigantes, Trolls, Orcs, Ogres, and Goblins! When finally we reached outside- well, part of another tale. Here is my tribute to the conquering heroes!


The Heroes

Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Stone Tower still stands.

Oh, come you home of Sunday
When your streets are still
And your bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When your markets hum
And your chimes are playing
“The conquering heroes come,”

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Stone Tower shall fall.

And you will list the bugle
That blows in lands of morn,
And make the foes of Light
Be sorry you were born.

And you till trump of doomsday
On lands of morn may lie,
And make the hearts of comrades
Be heavy where you die.

Leave your home behind you,
Your friends by field and town:
Oh, town and field will mind you
Till Stone Tower is down.




Composed by Terramore Gleba.
Submitted On the 16th of Majestic in the 22nd year of Emperor Voelkian Itomas II

Second poem plagiarized from A E Housman.
First image from KoryWayne.
Second image is from Jonas Jensen.

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Roggan's Other Other Other Log!!!

Roggan sees the Fire in the Field

January 20, 2013 11:00

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Roggan tired. Roggan never fight when Roggan in Wrijin. Sometimes Roggan help soldiers, give soldiers rock armor. Sometimes Roggan fix weapons, bows, arrows. But Roggan not fight. Roggan love when CrIsis in Haven, when Roggan first meet CrIsis. No Fight. Had Scary Lady there, but no fight! Roggan wish that Roggan could go back to Wrijinn. Roggan miss Wakiw. Wakiw love earth, love to grow things. Wakiw have pretty garden, even in winter. Wakiw not fight, not force Roggan to fight. But Roggan love Cow Lady. Cow Lady not make Roggan do what Roggan cannot do. Cow Lady know Roggan, and want Roggan help CrIsis. But Roggan not happy when CrIsis fight. Roggan tired of fighting.

Roggan remember Murodin. Murodin sometimes make Roggan do mean things. Sometimes Murodin sell gold Roggan make. Murodin say Murodin only sell to mean men. Roggan still feel bad. Roggan stop making gold for Murodin. Rock friends like to look pretty, so Roggan still make Gold, but Roggan not show people anymore. Roggan feel Cow Lady maybe make Roggan do mean things! But Cow Lady love Roggan. Roggan know this.

Roggan scare Roggan sometimes. When CrIsis need help, Roggan help! But Roggan do mean things! Roggan not like how Roggan do things sometimes. Almost kill Glebba. Almost kill Crisis in Tower too. Roggan make wall, so mean orcs and big titans not chase CrIsis. When CrIsis go back, Roggan take away wall, and tower almost fall on CrIsis! Roggan fault! Roggan talk to muddy rock brother, Rock brother tell Roggan that it not Roggan fault, that Elements not do what ‘lockie want always. Elements not think like Roggan think. But Roggan smart. Roggan talk to Elements like baby. Elements smart, but Elements not nice, sometimes. Roggan need to tell Elements how to do things, so Elements not hurt Roggan and CrIsis. You not tell Muddy Rock Brother Roggan say this, but sometimes Muddy Rock Brother not smart, too – Like Elements.

Roggan just want show CrIsis Roggan is smart. Roggan know how to help. Roggan know how to love, too. Roggan want to help everyone, and Cow Lady say that help Crisis to do this. Roggan see Tyvo do big things with Wind Brother. Tyvo make crackling arrows for Cava. For Jiddy, too. Cava and Jiddy love cracking arrows Tyvo make. Roggan wish Roggan could make crackling arrows. But Roggan make stone armor for Overky, to show Roggan can help. Tyvo respect Roggan. Roggan respect Tyvo, too. Roggan love Tyvo. Roggan want to talk to Otto, like Tyvo talk to Otto. But Roggan not know how. Bluto not talk to Tyvo, like Bluto talk to Roggan. Roggan not know why. Roggan talk to Bluto, because Bluto smart. Bluto know Runes, know Enchantmies, know ‘Magic.’ Bluto help Roggan open doors, make sure doors not have bad magic; make sure not hurt CrIsis. Roggan open some doors, too. Make wood go away. Roggan open wall on the side of bad door, so CrIsis can get to…

But Roggan smart. Roggan help Jiddy and Northies get back the evil glaive. This a good thing. Roggan proud Roggan help CrIsis do this. After Muddy Rock Brothers take down walls, CrIsis go through. Roggan see mean evil people. Hear chanting. Roggan feel scared, but Roggan not run away. Roggan give Overky rock armor, so Overky not die again. Roggan never think Roggan ever die. Never ever. Roggan never do this before. Never fight. Roggan never need to show Roggan smart. Roggan never get hurt so bad. But mean evil people… Deevils?… hurt Muddy Rock Brothers, hurt Roggan! Roggan scrape knee before, Roggan get cut, Roggan toe get smashed. But Roggan never see so much of Roggan blood. Roggan tell Muddy Rock Brother to run. Muddy Rock Brothers get hurt, too. Roggan hear it in Mud Brother voice. Roggan never feel so scared! Roggan pray to Cow Lady, Roggan never miss Wrijinn and Wakiw so much! Roggan get hit again. CrIsis disappear. Mean Deevils disappear. Nice Wolf lady disappear. Wolf lady remind Roggan of Wakiw. Wakiw make Roggan think about Wrijin. Wrijin…

Roggan stop thinking. Roggan stop breathing. Roggan stop feeling.

Roggan wake up in field, feel like Cow Lady field!!! Roggan so happy! But Roggan hear fire. Roggan jump up, for run, but Scary Lady say ’It’s all right, child, do not fear me.’ Scary Lady! Tyvo like Scary Lady, but Roggan not know why. Scary lady always have fire. Roggan always think Scary Lady burn Roggan if Roggan look at Scary Lady wrong. Roggan want to run, want to run more than when Roggan not want to go into the room behind the bad door.

‘Sc .. scary lady want what with Roggan?’

‘I have been watching you, and have seen that Apis was correct in choosing you. CrIsis is in
need of you.’

‘Scary lady like Roggan?’ Roggan ask. Roggan not believe that Scary Lady talk to Roggan in this way.

‘I can be very scary, this is true. But I respect Roggan.’

Scary Lady say she respect Roggan! Respect not the same as Love. ‘Scary Lady like Overky?’

‘The Dwarf needs to remember that running in to battle, and running away from battle are not the only thigs to be done. His heart is strong though, and he is good.’

‘Roggan dead, scary lady?’ Roggan scared to ask this, but Roggan think it true. Scared it true. Roggan need answer.

‘You could have been, but I have intervened. Anubis will not have you yet.’

‘Scary Lady hear my prayer to Cow lady?’

‘Yes, I have, and this is one of the reasons I am here. You have the reverence that much of CrIsis is missing. Just remember, that you must try to do all that is in your own power before calling upon the gods. You must praise us as well as beg for help.’ Scary Lady not so scary, sound like Wakiw when Roggan make big mistake. Roggan hear love and worry in Scary Lady’s voice.

‘Ok, scary la…. Roggan mean bennu. What kind of name Bennu?’

‘It is the name I have chosen for myself.’

‘Roggan like the name Bennu.’

‘Help crIsis find their way. There are walls that must be gone through.’

‘Ok, Roggan do Roggan best. Roggan make Bennu proud.’

Roggan wake up, feel like Roggan get out of under water, so Roggan breathe again!! But room not look different. Still have mean Deevils, still have big mean man, with the evil glaive, ready to kill Wolf lady. Roggan want to cry! But Roggan not give up. Roggan need to show Bennu and Cow Lady, show CrIsis and Jiddy that Roggan brave. That Roggan smart. That Roggan can help. Roggan make Roggan hands covered in rock again. But then Jiddy used Magic Club! Make all the mean Deevils and the Big Mean Man disappear!! Roggan so happy, Roggan run and give Wolf lady a big hug! Roggan need to sleep. Roggan so tired, but Roggan think Roggan can fight with CrIsis. Roggan excited to make new friends, meet new rock friends, and help save Osiris god.

>>As scrawled by Roggan on Majestic 19 in the year 111.<<



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Deevil Dark Distraction and the Snore Heard Round the World

January 20, 2013 10:00

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Mesdames et messieurs, nous avons l’honneur ce soir de vous présenter la nouvelle collection de Tyvernos Oriflamme et The Playboy Band."

Tyvernos Oriflamme and the Playboy Band

Jidian this guy, leader of Northmoor,
a-huntin’ Glaivites, with a brand new bar,
Virakoth with me tonight,
you’re Jidian this guy…no mattress!

Keep a-huntin’ that bitch, Sister Gaea,
in the Tower of Stone with an Algor Giant!
Thoth won’t help you tonight,
you’re Jidian this guy…molasses!

Archfiend me tonight!
March find the Glaivite!
We’ve fought everything in sight!
Fight until we see the daylight!

Jidian this guy, ranger not a bard,
a-firing his bow, that he strums real hard
Hobie-cat with him tonight
He’s Jidian this guy…badasses!

Dear mother, dear father, the events of the last forty-eight hours are very distressing. Though I would not count myself foremost among the world’s saviors the powers-that-be would not have me forget it; it appears as though the Legion of Northmoor is incompetent. When we offered them the opportunity to strike out against iniquity and to rail against the evil of injustice they gladly grasped and groped. Now, however, it would appear that CrIsis is being called in to do their dirty-work. We always were the more capable of the two — the Glaive Quest clearly beneath us — but when things took a turn for the worse they called in their superiors to get the job done. So, it would appear, the most distressing event is the fact that renown ranger Jidian Kulder came to CrIsis with a teleport scroll or two to beg for our assistance…as if we didn’t have our own problems to deal with! Twenty-seven of them to be exact! So, without further ado, it was CrIsis’s pleasure to clean up the Legion’s mess and stop an Old One from being called into existence right under our very noses.

You taught me humility in the face of pride. You taught me reserve in the face of braggadocio. And I have done nothing if not flown in the faces of your every teaching. I must walk my own path — even if it is laden with silk, gilded with gold, and embossed in the inadequacies of my peers.

I’m clean, washed in blood,
Sanctified, inside out,
Oh I’m dead, to Anubis’s grasp
Justified by Bennu

Vertical convulsion, striven force
Grasp desired service
Hideous onslaught attacks the mind
Vicious intent prevails

Serve your god,
Your time will come…

We had recently interrogated the last orc standing — Roggan bore witness and recanted the tale of interrogation. The Timiro Kingdom is currently at war with a faction who is trying to collect the bounty on Gavin’s head. Who, upon finding this out, broke several bones in the beast’s body and threw him into the pit of lava. Pretty tame for Gavin, who upon hearing we’d be Teleporting to the Legion’s aid, fled with his woman to wait for our return. Regardless, the battle was wrapping up when we heard “rushing” through the trees overhead. We saw a ranger swoop down like an acrobat — channeling Overkill the Gymnast — and introduce himself as Jillian Coulter — leader of the Legion of Northmoor (the people who took over the quest to find the Glaive, beat the Glaivites, stop the Old Ones from being brought-forth, and then systematically deconstruct and destroy the Glaive so it may never happen again). He is a pretty damn famous man in some parts. He told us that he’d been keeping tabs on us and that he’d come to ask of us a favor — perhaps the fate of the world depended on it; nothing like an ominous introduction to induce a willingness to help. The Legion of Northmoor is the only group of people to have EVER returned from the Land of the Damned. Upon his forehead we noticed a strange charcoal mark of the Glaive and we were wary. Charcoal on foreheads is even more foreboding than world-saving!

After consulting with Priest of Isis, Draxx Silvercrown, he begged for help from the Legion — take a message to Horoth Wavestrider. Wait! The dawning of recognition blossoms upon many a CrIsis face. Jillian then tells us that they were waylaid by DEEVIL warriors on the road to Seaholm. Exsqueeze me? Baking powder? Father, I quickly consulted my histories and lore-indices (with a successful Lore: Demons & Monsters roll) and dropped my tongue like I’d drop my drawers. Deevils? Here on Palladium and in great number!?!? Jillian’s tale was grim and portentous. Not long afterward they were waylaid by mutineer Glaivites! They managed to recover the Glaive from the Algor Mountains where they were waylaid by Algor Frost Giants, Bearmen, and Orcs (I hear my old friend Oric Bellode had no small part to play in their successful navigation of those snowy, sun-forsaken passes. The Legion proceeded to the Eastern Territory where it was SILENCED by placing it on Rurga’s altar and prevailing upon the mouthy bitch to stop talking to people — the first step in destroying the Glaive for good. Sister Gaia, Wolfen Priestess was taken prisoner along with the Glaive by the Glaivites — though, why they wanted her Jillian didn’t seem to know. Time was of the essence! They are going to attempt to summon the Old Ones. He had a Teleportation scroll and was willing to use it.
Tyrone Heneman overheard this and assures us he will wait for us at the junction of the two rivers (a town called Rivendyne) with Morgan and Gavin in Nicole. I regaled Jillian, one of my oldest fans, with the tale of Chip’s desertion while we break bread for lunch. Roggan invoked the Dance Party tradition to initiate our newest member of Crisis who is currently also holding membership and leadership in our competing group, the Legion of Northmoor.

At this point, we used our bread-breaking opportunity to frown upon the gluttonous quantities of sustenance-maintaining rations Vandur had secretly helped himself to without replacing. Alas, it was only a matter of time until we caught him with his hand in the proverbial CrIsis Cookie Jar. We sent the giant Dwarf on his way with a ne’er do well and good riddance! It is my wholehearted belief that our closet-eater had an eating disorder — a symptom of the greater problem, cowardice. I am sincerely glad that we didn’t give him the Jade Sword; his overeating presence earned only our contempt and not the privilege to travel amongst the world’s most staunch and valorous of defenders. I’d have accepted almost anything from the silent giant. “Tyvernos, I’m sorry, my Dwarven Mother is dying and I must needs return home.” “Tyvernos, I know you’ll understand, I need to get help for my stomach. I think I have a problem with food.” “Ty, guy, you’ve been swell. I hate to do this to you guys but I just received a pigeon and my Halfway-House is falling to ruin without me their to run it. You guys got this one?”

But no…

He came into our house. I didn’t take it as a promise. Thought it was a lie. He went too far the fucker. It’s not like we owe him money. This is different. So gather your strength and break free or you will surely die. Gather your strength and don’t follow me…because I will surely die.

Teleporting takes all the fun out of traveling. So one Scroll of Boredom later and we had moved hundreds of leagues away to begin seeking out more fun! In that moment we were instantly relocated and not the least bit disoriented. We were 100yds from a Stone Tower with Gigantes, Trolls, Orcs, and others, under a cone of silence provided by Hobie, one of the Legion of Northmoor (another Gnome — but one who had dedicated himself to the scholarly mystic pursuits and not the wild, primal forces of elemental nature). Hobie informed us that inside the Stone Tower Priestess Gaia and the Glaive were “confirmed.” Jidian recommended we use a distraction by the Legion so as to draw out their forces with hit and run tactics and CrIsis will do the search and rescue. Thrilling!
Roggan suggested that he draw forth a Dust Storm to cover CrIsis movement toward the tower. We brought Terramore with us if only to chronicle our heroic tale of rescue. More planning ensued while we figured how to assail the castle and we finally decided to make a frontal assault on the main door — the entire tower is giant-sized to accommodate Gigantes, trolls, ogres, and Algor frost giants. Roggan will rot the wood and open the door for us. Terramore pulled out a very good looking bo-staff and in his other hand he has a hammer. The plan is good. The stage is set. Now all we needed was our distraction.

The Legion of Northmoor valiantly charged in to give us the opening we needed. We ran to the door where Roggan began to rot the wood but the door was already open; they were expecting us! We heard, in Gobbley, “Attack!” And when we entered the hallway we saw seven goblins and an ogre and a troll — a motley assortment of ragtag monsters and creatures. Roggan began to summon a little mud mound. Jidian entered the frey with a lightning arrow — courtesy of yours truly. As an aside, father, you know I created nearly thirty of those hateful arrows. When I next see Greminor I’m of a mind to have THAT spell burned indelibly from my brain. Cava’s first shot fired wide but shot crackling electrical energy down the hall. The goblins flung themselves down the hall and into our midst — beginning to engage us in melee combat. I whipped out the first spell I’d ever learned from you, father — the level 1 cantrip spell of Cloud of Slumber and put a few of the goblins to sleep. The Troll and Ogre left the vicinity and fled at the first sign of resistance. We still do not know their reasoning or logic. Maybe they weren’t being paid enough to go toe-to-toe with CrIsis for some dumb weapon and a summoning circle. Terramore began to fight against us — until we dispatched the goblin mage. Magic was abound and it was exciting! In the end, we were able to move forward without incident.
We continued down the hallway but we didn’t see any sign of the troll or ogre who retreated from our earlier encounter. We passed a few doors but we decided to ignore them for now and continue to the stairs at the end of the hall. Roggan’s little mud mound happily trundled off to do some exploration. I summoned a Phantom also to do some reconnaissance in the hopes of locating both the Glaive and the Wolfen Priestess Gaia. Nearly at the same time we heard pounding like a gait…large footsteps. AN ALGOR FROST GIANT burst out of the room right behind us! Roggan’s little mud mound began to engage an angry orc when the troglodyte instantly erects a massive STONE WALL that fills the entire hallway! The force of his erection unsettled the stone and compromised the structural integrity of this part of the tower.

We ran upstairs and found ourselves in the middle of a GREAT FEAST HALL before we find another stairwell. We tried the door at the top of the stairs and it was locked. Cava chopped through it in a heartbeat when my Phantom returned to me. The elemental air essence fragment announced the fact that he found the priestess and the Glaive below the earth. We get back to the ground floor and the stone wall is still there — and we know that the Algor frost giant and a few orcs are behind it whenever it comes down. And then it came down. Roggan asked us if we were ready for a fight — to which I responded that I sure as fuck WASN’T — and then Roggan cancelled his spell. Awesome. Just like CrIsis…keepin’ the lines of communication open! And when the giant wall disappeared the entire tunnel / hallways collapsed on top of our hidden foes and Tyvernos’s whining was for naught. Fortuitous, however this gave us an opportunity to search for hidden compartments and we found a secret stairwell that led down into the basement.

I used my subterranean skill with underground architecture and underground tunneling to determine where the air elemental went down through the floor in location to our current, relative position. I stepped forward, located the secret trap on the door, and then Cava stepped forward to disarm the trap and he DODGED right out of the way of a LARGE SPEAR that came flying out and stuck into the door opposite the hall! When we crack the door open we see a room filled to the brim with BAD GUYS WHO WANNA KILL US?!?! Ah…I guess I can’t blame them.
Roggan and Terramore charged into the room like tactic-less idiots and endangered the rest of the group by entering into melee combat with the room’s seven combatants. I erected a ball lightning field in the doorway to deter the bad guys from chasing them out of the room. I then moved closer into the doorway to change the position of the lightning field to try to protect the people who have already fallen — they are not necessarily unconscious but they are on the floor and not moving. Then, off in the darkness, in the back of the room we saw a DEEVIL and we heard him shout at the top of his lungs that he’s going to kill us! Overkill grew some balls and went head to head with him and the deevil tried to parry him but failed! The monstrous, demonic beast replied with a barrage of his own attacks and…OVERKILL GOES DOWN SWINGING!?!?! Oh Gosh! Overkill is DEAD!!!! Cava followed it up with an incredible critical and Jidian followed it up with another incredible arrow! The Deevil disappeared, deterred for the time-being, and ran away. Cava went through Overkill’s stuff and found a scroll to use to resurrect him and then he uses Thor-ak to bring the dwarf back to health.

We checked for secret doors and passages and didn’t find any so we started checking the other areas until we found MORE stairs down. We wend our way down again until we stop at a giant IRON DOOR that is “evidently” not warded or enchanted. WE FOUGHT A ROOM OF 5 TROLLS!!! And the trolls were routed! I was going to smite them with a CHAIN LIGHTNING FULMINATION FROM THE LOST MYSTICAL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LIBRARY OF MOTHERFUCKING BLETHERAD but unfortunately, due to time constraints, they capitulated on their second action — right before my spell was intended to resolve. Not that I needed the PPE.

We attempted to go through the last door but it was warded. Roggan and I both recognize the wards. I successfully used my Lore: Magic and saw the simple DEATH WARDS for what they are — and warn the group. I attempted to use his ring of negate magic on the wards but was unsuccessful on the first one. I re-cast my Armor of Ithan and stepped backward allowing Roggan to go forward and turn the wall of stone into MUD…literally. I bade my Phantom to summon his own Phantom Footman and bade him send my Phantom’s Phantom Phootman into the mud doorway and command it NOT to move anywhere but to report EXACTLY what it saw:

A being of great evil and many beings of lesser evil and a being of great good who is being threatened by the being of great evil holding a giant weapon of indescribable evil. We decide to enter the room and start combat. Jidian gets clawed by a Deevil. Cava flies over the entire scene of battle directly at the ARCH FIEND who is holding the Glaive and gets parried — and thrown to the side casually. I finally got to fire my Chain Lightning and electrify nine different deevils…but they didn’t seem to be killed. Roggan died under the onslaught of a deevil. The Glaive-wielding Archfiend Deevil was casting cold-based magic from the weapon. I was despairing! Until Jidian came out of nowhere with some random piece of gnarled wood we thought all hope was lost. This warped, twisted board of wood was being brandished by him when he charged out of nowhere and struck the Archfiend Ratel. The deevil exploded, as the entire room, into a burst of brilliant white light and purified and expelled all the hellish beings! CrIsis PREVAILED?!?!

Alas, you must forgive me, I am too tired to continue. Only moments ago we vanquished the beast and I penned this account. My friend, and fellow elemental brother, Roggan, is being returned to us as we speak…though I do not know by what divine providence his heart still beats.

Be well, and breathe easy — the air draws nigh!

Written by Tyvernos on the 19th of Majestic, in the 69th Year of the Wolfen Empire.
Picture from Sue Deutscher.

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A Letter to the Library

Jidian's Account

January 20, 2013 09:00

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A letter to the Library of Bletherad from Jidian Kulder, leader of the Legion of Northmoor-

In pursuit of our mission to destroy the legendary Glaive of the Old Ones the solemn ritual was thwarted when Glaivite mutineers attacked our small faction of Legionnaires and kidnapped the noble Sister Gaia.

With time being crucial and the repossession of the Glaive presenting the very real danger of a summoning of The Old Ones by the powerful Glaivite mages, I hurriedly discussed the situation with our wise mage Hobe Bygone and, determining that there was not enough time for us to gather together the Legionnaires that we needed, we prayed to Isis for a solution. The Righteous Goddess guided us through prayer to request the aid of the world famous Divine adventuring group, CrIsis.

Armed with one of Hobe’s Teleportation scrolls, I travelled to their current location and beseeched them to aid the cause of Isis. They were not all present, but those that were, pledged their help without a second thought and we arrived at the Tower of Stone with not a moment to spare.

I directed those Legionnaires who were at the Tower to attract the attention of the Glaivites by attacking the perimeter while CrIsis and I stole inside, using the power of their Troglodyte Warlock to turn the wooden doors to dust. As we scrambled up and down the stairs, searching for the Glaive and Sister Gaia, elemental forces, controlled by the warlocks of CrIsis sought out the whereabouts of the Priestess and the Glaive.

There were several distractions, during which we battled many evil minions; and more than once we had to retrace our steps. We made some mistakes – sealing off the exit by poorly calculated placement of magical walls being but one of these. Nonetheless, progress was made and through the pursuit and rectification of error, and by the Divine guidance of Isis, aided by the poorly conversant elementals in bondage to the warlocks, we eventually found our direction and arrived in the dungeons of the tower.

The Deevils had set troll guards on the outer rooms but they had either thoughtlessly set their guard or had severely underestimated the mission to reclaim the Glaive. CrIsis very quickly showed me the speed with which five trolls should be dispatched.

I must here account for the bravery of every member of the CrIsis unit. The Dwarf Overkill intrepidly charged into any danger and would have died but for the power of Osiris. The ranger Cava and the Elven bard Terramore who accompanied us, held the beasts of evil at bay with arrow, sword and axe, and the magical arrows the Gnome Tyvernos conjured provided me with a ranged arsenal I can usually only dream of. Both of their warlocks, Roggan and Tyvernos, are quick to act, and it is through their craftiness that we were able to finally enter the chamber in which the summoning of the Old Ones was to take place. It was at this place that their Changeling Mind Mage, Gavin entered in with us and I must say that it was only through his quick action and powerful psionics that the life of Gaia was spared.

The last chamber was an abhorrent nightmare of Deevil chanting and attempted ritual slaughter, officiated by a Deevil Arch Fiend named Ratel, holding the Glaive of the Old Ones in his hand and poised to sacrifice our good Wolfen priestess. He was darkness incarnate, with glowing eyes and mouth being the only things showing through his hooded cloak.

We battled with everything that we had available to us but they were protected by mighty magic and would not be obliterated. As we struggled against their minions and our mounting wounds, and with the life of Gaia being held in the balance only by the quick thinking of the Mind Mage, we found we still could not penetrate the defences of Ratel, when suddenly, with almost all forces spent, I swear I must have had Divine inspiration from Isis herself, for without knowing what might happen, I took out the Rod of Thoth, Virakheth, and calling on the powers of both Isis and Thoth smote our enemy and brought about the annihilation of his forces. Thus was the great evil vanquished and a new Age of Chaos avoided.

By the grace of CrIsis, the Legionnaires of Northmoor hastily left the scene to continue in our quest to destroy the Glaive of the Old Ones, so I do not know how they left that dark tower or what they did hereafter, but legend of the part that they played is now writ!

Jidian

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Long Time No Hear

Gavin? Hello?

January 06, 2013 14:00

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To: General Mordox-
From: General Skred-
Concerning: Lack of Response

I have not heard an answer from you since my last missive on the 30th of Thoth, 8 months ago! Your last book had you still alive before that, in Selestra, so I hope no ill has befallen you. I have not heard of you being brought in, dead or alive, so I still have hope you yet live.

I have recently been moved to the Nisi Peninsula, so I think of you often. My responsibilities echo of your adventures. The First Pyramid of Osiris, where you saw Laladan. I am currently using Fort Ac as my base, where you recovered your first piece of Osiris. The town of Sims, where you died, but were resurrected. I hope that you still live now, but I fear for you, as you seem to haunt my every step.

Please let me know that you still live, and if you are to come here. My men are loyal to me, and you will be protected should you wish to meet with the King.

Sent by Skred Uryte on the 18th of Majestic in the 10th Year of King Gedro

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Lessons Failed

January 06, 2013 13:00

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I was really starting to hope that there was some sort of redemption for the Eastern Territories. Many people were proving that there was hope, then we got the curse. This curse was hand delivered to my friend, Overkill. I blame myself for the outcome. I was trying to teach the coward a lesson. Take ownership of your own problems and outsmart these challenges I thought. Leave it to him to prove me right. He handed over his problem as he does in most parts of life and ran away once again from this at the time unknown dilemma. Cava, being the righteous and selfless person he is, took the package meant for this dwarf not even worthy of his former pirate title. As I watched my friend rise in the air selflessly with the package, I couldn’t help but wonder if I should interfere. Part of me thought it would be something mundane such as bath salts or one could only hope. It was them time froze. A bright orange flower burst out into the air as I see my friend plummeting to the ground beneath. My anger burned towards Overkill for a moment and then back to the real wrong doer, myself. How could I be so trusting? This town, this country even, has lost my respect. My hopes vanished engulfed in that fiery dervish above the streets. I was lost in my thoughts. Someone caught Cava. It could have been myself it could have been the others. Flashes of debauchery and filth filled my mind as the grunge of the Eastern Territories entered its foreground. I am reminded of the day before with the judgement of Karma, Ferrel, and Overkill. Was this not a clue to Overkill that he take responsibility into his own hands? He saw the death of Ferrel and the banishment of Karma. He himself was let off with a warning by the gods. I was then reminded of the parties that we had attended before. Their drunkenness blurred their vision, but their intent and ultimate goal was pure. I can only trust that the gods are leading me in the right path.

With what seemed hours time started up again and I was left to wonder how Cava was so lucky to have survived. We rushed him to help. There we met with clergy of the church and were offered a little information, but mostly condolences for the curse created by the dark gods themselves. We talked with Bishop Rose and asked for any help down we could get on our journey. She hired a boat and a guide to take us to our destination in Timiro. Let’s just say it has been an interesting ride so far. We have run into some followers of Rurga and an acting troupe. Both were mostly uneventful, however the acting troupe lead us in a chorus of laughter at their expense. We also ran into what appears to be henchmen of Manus. With the help of our new member Roggan, we were able to make quick work of the high orcs. All I know is that if it is true that Manus is building an army, then I must stop it. This is my mess. I will clean it up! I am a citizen of Timiro and it is my duty to serve her. Long live Timiro, long live King Gedro!

Posted by Gavin on the 19th of Majestic in the 9th Year of King Gedro.

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Roggan's Other Other Log!!!

Orcsies, Godsies and Prayers

January 06, 2013 12:00

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Roggan like new CrIsis friends. Roggan play with CrIsis, Roggan know CrIsis.

Cava:

Roggan afraid of Cava when Roggan meet CrIsis. Roggan think Cava hurt Roggan, Cava have mad face, not dance with Roggan and CrIsis. Cava not talk to Roggan. When CrIsis go to Mattle ship Cava watch, not ask questions like others. But when others done ask questions, Cava give Roggan new Rock Friend!!! Poor rock friend not talk to Roggan, but Roggan not afraid of Cava. Cava open bad box for Overky. Cava nice, love friend Overky. Roggan like Cava when Roggan see Cava love CrIsis friends. Roggan name new Rock friend Gina Gentle Gypsum Geode. Gina pretty, Roggan put Gina in special sack with other special rock friends. Roggan sad Cava have curse! Roggan wish Bluto know how to take curse from Cava! But Roggan draw picture for Cava, Roggan thank Cava for Rock Friend Gina

Gavin:

Gavin fun. Roggan like Gavin. But Roggan not know Gavin. Gavin like kid, then Gavin like adult. Strange, but Roggan like Gavin still. Gavin pray for Drua. Gavin love CrIsis too. Gavin ask Roggan for something for know Roggan. Roggan think, then Roggan give Sally Silly Slick Stone to Gavin. Sally with Roggan for a long time. Roggan hope Sally happy with Gavin.

Overky:

Roggan like Overky. Roggan scared Overky die! CrIsis go to Scary Lady temple, and Scary Lady yell at Overky. Overky sad, and Scary Lady say “Kill Overkill.” Roggan tell Scary Lady “Don’t kill Overky!!” and Scary Lady yell at Roggan, too. Overky get bad box after party with Eye of Venjy. Roggan say Rock Friends help open box, but Tyvo not let Roggan ask Rock Friends.

Tyvo:

Roggan really like Airfriend Tyvo! When Roggan get Gina from Cava, Tyvo hear Roggan talk to Gina in rock language. Tyvo know rock language!! Roggan surprised Tyvo know Rock language, and Tyvo surprised Roggan speak Rock Language, Roggan talk in Rock Language to Tyvo. Tyvo call Roggan Warlock, name Wakiw said mean ‘Friend of Ele’ … um.. ‘Things.’ Roggan is Rockfriend, Tyvo is Airfriend. This not make sense to Roggan. Roggan talk to Rock, Wood and Metal. Not know who Tyvo talk to. But Tyvo do big things! Tyvo stop arrows in air! Roggan throw rocks at air Tyvo talk to, and rocks bounce! Roggan want to show Tyvo Roggan do things too. Roggan make rock friends make armor for Roggan. Tyvo laugh at Roggan, dancing in Rock Armor. Arrows hurt poor man in crowd. CrIsis take man to Inn, Gavin help man, but man run away! Tyvo and Roggan get food, but Bluto not want food. After Tyvo and Roggan done eating, CrIsis go to Temple. Tyvo like Scary Lady! Tyvo pray to Scary Lady, give gold to Scary Lady. Tyvo say Roggan should give to Scary Lady, too. Roggan not like that. Roggan run to Cow-Lady temple and give silly wet mud friend, so Cow-Lady not feel sad. Roggan love Cow-Lady. Tyvo and Roggan friends.

Vandur:

Roggan not know Vandur. Vandur kinda quiet. Roggan talk to Bluto about Vandur, Bluto say Vandur is a Titan. Say Vandur from cold mountains, like Wakiw. Vandur love Osiris. Roggan see picture on Vandur Shield, means Osiris. Roggan make spoons dance with Vandur, but Vandur not dance with spoons. Roggan start dancing with spoons, so spoons not feel sad. Vandur have Grifun. Grifun big! When Vandur say have Grifun, Roggan remember Murodin, my silly horsie in Mattle ship. Roggan run to see Murodin. Roggan hear spoons fall down. Clumsy spoons. Roggan see the walls and ceilings high now! Big, so Roggan ride Murodin inside ship!! Roggan see Murodin happy for see Roggan. Roggan know Murodin like lick smooth rock friends. Roggan give Murodin rock for lick, Murodin nod head. Roggan ride Murodin upstairs, but Murodin trip! Roggan hit … ‘mast.’ Not sure what ‘mast’ for, but Roggan not like ‘mast.’ Vandur see Murodin. CrIsis like Murodin… Mean Cava say “Eat Horsie!” but give Roggan Gina, so Roggan forgive Cava. Mean orcs shoot Vandur. Vandur get mad, but arrows not hurt Vandur! Vandur strong!! Vandur show Vandur love CrIsis, want protect CrIsis. Roggan like Vandur.

Gina:

Cava give Gina to Roggan. Roggan thank Cava. Roggan ask Gina questions. “Hi, how are you? What your name? You pretty rock friend. You have other rock friends? Mean tall man do something to you? Have prisoners?” Because Gina not say Cava have prisoners, Roggan forgive Cava. Roggan not like people that have prisoners. It Mean!!! Gina happy now!

Bishie Rose:

Bishie Rose nice!! Roggan love Rose. Rose cry for Cava, try heal Cava. Rose give CrIsis clothes! Look good. Roggan wear Rose clothes everywhere. Roggan give Rose Amethyst. Amethyst pink, Roggan think Rose like pink.

Pink Sand:

Roggan find Pink Sand in Haven. Roggan get barrel of sand for trip. Roggan make sand, but Roggan not like make sand. Sand Roggan make not like sand Roggan not make. So Roggan take sand with CrIsis on boat. Roggan make marbles, too. Roggan make marbles with clay. Marbles fun game.

Silly playing people:

Roggan hurt silly playing people. Playing people not tell Roggan about game, so Roggan not play! Roggan feel sad. Roggan talk to Cow-Lady. Roggan say, ‘Cow lady tell Roggan to talk to her. Roggan sorry for not talk. Roggan mean to playing peoples. Roggan feel bad! Roggan ask Cow Lady help silly happy playing people. Roggan get scared with zapping arrows, and CrIsis worried faces. Roggan Love Cow Lady. Good Night, Cow Lady.’ Roggan hope Roggan see playing peoples again.

Orcs:

Mean orcs try to hurt CrIsis!! Roggan not let mean orcs hurt CrIsis. Roggan have rock friends help protect crisis. But Roggan not careful!! Roggan almost kill silly bard man, Glebba. Roggan make rock friends called Maggima stop mean orcs, Roggan yell, ‘GRUNTY ORCS NOT HURT CRISIS FRIENDS! FERVE TERRA E FOGO!’ But Glebba next to orcs! Roggan not see Glebba there, or Roggan not call Maggima. Roggan stop, Roggan feel so sad!! Roggan think Roggan kill Glebba! Roggan cry to Cow-Lady. Roggan say, ‘Cow-Lady! Roggan do bad thing!! Roggan not mean to, but Roggan do bad, mean thing to Glebba! Glebba die. Glebba love CrIsis, help CrIsis, and Roggan kill Glebba! Roggan sorry. Roggan not know if Roggan right for CrIsis. Roggan sent to CrIsis for show Love. What Roggan do for two days? Hurt happy playing people, and hurt happy Glebba! Roggan promise Roggan not talk to Maggima again, Cow-Lady save Glebba? Roggan promise, show love more. Roggan make CrIsis laugh more. Roggan sorry! Roggan love CrIsis. Roggan love Apis! Please, Apis Cow-Lady!!!’ Cow-Lady tell Roggan that Roggan forgiven, sound like thunder. Roggan jump, Fight mean Orcs, Cow-Lady save Glebba!!!! Roggan give Glebba marble. Special blue marble. Roggan so happy orcs not hurt CrIsis! Roggan tell Maggima go away, CrIsis dance after leave orcs!

>>As scrawled by Roggan on Majestic 19 in the year 111.<<



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Prayers of a Dwarf

Kings of the North

January 06, 2013 11:00

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A letter to the kings of the North, sent to Malkin with a request to have it forwarded to Mary and the two beloved Kings of the North.

My dearest Lords, King Minischmee and King Avramson, I need to address a position of citizenship. I was in the wilderness of the Eastern Territories when I received a magic pigeon from my cousin concerning the civil war of Bizantium and after fighting orcs and pushing the last one into the water I have taken the time to write you both in a single letter because of what I am going to write affects you both. Though my love for the Wolfen Empire and especially of Havea are tender and dear My lord king of Havea I must request that I maintain my citizenship of Bizantium to support my cousin and help my fellow dwarves. In turn I request from King Minischmee that I be made, with the King of Havea’s permission, the Liaison of Bizantium to Havea once my current quest is done. This will increase the ties of the two kingdoms and allowing me to visit each kingdom freely and give CrIsis representation to both.

That aside I wish to give you a friendly letter as to what has been happening to the crew of Matilda, sorry, Nicole these last few days. It seems that I made a critical error in judgment when I was visiting Haven. I had been asked to escort some of the members of CrIsis to New Haven to see an alchemist. To make the story short, that lead to the suicide of one member, banishment of another and death of yet a third. Myself, I was reprimanded for my involvement and should have had Cava closer as he is more of a moral compass then my other allies. I am certain that I should have died or been banished but I am happy that chastisement was the only thing that happened.

My happiness was short lived as I received a package from “the citizens of Haven”. It was small and petite. I was so suspicious that Cava and I worked with the rest of the team and concocted a series of spells and enchantments before opening it. The end result was an explosion that should have vaporized Cava (as he chose to be the guinea pig). He spent the night burning under a curse set by Anubis. The dark gods are not messing around. That night I spent in solemn prayer in the temple of Thoth pleading for a cure for my dear brother and friend Cava. The following morning I was told that the pain was gone but the curse wasn’t. I want that curse gone; Cava takes a lot of risk for me. I aim to name my first son after him should I have the chance.

The group has decided to head to Timiro to clear Gavin’s name and that means traveling along the Old Kingdom River. I hope to make arrangements to meet my beloved Mary in Llorn and am making the arrangements to send a pigeon to her in Northolme. Her trip will be shorter then mine and I might just get to meet my little girl; I just have to survive the trip.

Thus far we have had a run in with a entertainment group, perhaps a cirque as they were colorful and traveling by boat and we ran into barbarian orcs. The first encounter was a mistake. We saw their colors and flare; I just wish that we knew what they were doing. When we flagged them, no response; when we attempted to communicate we got no response and so we started to dance around and they mimicked. That turned into a miscommunication and the next thing we knew we shot them with a cloud of dust via magic and only then did we find out our (their ship and ours) mistake of communication. We spent a small while helping them clean out mouths and the mess and went on our way.

The next encounter was not so pleasant. Barbaric orcs thought it was smart to attempt to take our ship and attack it from both sides of the shore. They should have thought of their attack better because in a matter of minutes several of them were either burning from our river of lava or sinking from the quicksand. Two of them got pulled under the boat (possibly drowned) attempting to board the ship and assault us. Our Titan was shot several times from their vial arrows, our bard burned from our own lava but hopefully they both will pull through.

Please return a letter letting me know of your judgment on my citizenship and liaison request. I remain your friend.

Overkill.

Written by Overkill on the 19th of Majestic the 1st year of King Minischmee.

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Bent Over Bennudiction

January 06, 2013 10:00

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Living fire roared with an elemental incense when Bennu appeared in the middle of the banquet hall where we broke our fast. Otto in an odd fellow’s rest would have begrudged me the pyre of her divine countenance — if only from celestial lips and heavenly brea…lungs countenanced her advice. She bennuficently saved us front-row seats at our closest companions hearing-trial-sentence. Judge not — we were told — lest we be judged by the St. Bernard. I enjoyed the opportunity to stretch Otto’s furry legs on our way to the temple. Despite the dire circumstances I must admit my guilty giddy pleasure. I couldn’t help myself from clapping with joy! I hadn’t had the opportunity to attend such a festivity in a coon’s age. It was impossible to repel and repeal the elan from my flan and the verve from my swerve as I jauntily gallivanted to our friends’ dooms.

Once on the temple grounds I maintained my modicum of dignity and decorum for I, a disciple of Bennu, am expected to act my age and not my shoe size…which, as an aside, is rather large for an entire Gnomish race of bell-curved standard-deviations. CrIsis was ushered into the temple post-haste and introduced to the newest possessor of the CrIsis Decoder Ring. Vandur the Dwarven Paladin, looked Overkill right in the eye and spat. The two diminutive chaps clearly had more in common than one of my own wide-berthed stature.

We heard Bennu speak and it sounded like fire-talking. I will attempt, here, to reproduce the sounds she made of one-hand clapping. (unintelligible garbled letters written in Dragonese — gibberish)

‘Overkill, Karma and Ferrel step forward for Judgement.’ Wow! Sounds rather ominous. Overkill shared with the group their desire to seek out an alchemist. At the apothecary / alchemy shop the alchemist demanded that they all buy something. This guy showed up and insanity ensued. It turns out the three of them made a pact with an agent of Set—with a member of the Pantheon of Darkness. Bennu mildly suggested that in the future Overkill should take his own life before selling his soul to the devil, betraying the Pantheon of Light, and / or making such a heinous mistake. She told him that should he be faced with the same decision once again — he should choose death. Wow! She was serious!
Karma was stripped of her powers and sent home. She was forced to relinquish Humara.

Ferrel was burned alive — to death. Sad…but, AWESOME!

Overkill was given the magic Lyre Cherlindria and tasked with returning it to its maker, Dante Phillips, in the Ophid’s Grasslands. I might enjoy such a diversion. I think I’ll tag along for that one.

The group then retired to Matilda for a secret / private conversation. We are more informally introduced to “Vandur” a male, 3ft tall Dwarf and Roggan of the Trog-Noggin Rock rockin’ Earth Warlock Tribe. Matilda seems to have doubled in height…miraculously! I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring suspicious daggers at the dog but he was couched in a fur of secrecy from the moment we ascended the gangway. It’s just like the flea-bitten mutt to take it upon himself and make Titanic-Accommodations to Matilda. Poor lass! Regardless, Vandur was surprisingly vague about the origins of his CrIsis Ring; I am right to be wary of the untested, newest members. He hails from the Northern Hinterlands and used to run a half-way house for runaway Dwarves. At the mention of Teddy Ruskin, Vandur’s Great Griffon mount, Roggan ran off to retrieve his own trusty, valiant steed.

I continued to grill Vandur but, to my dismay, distraction reared its ugly Troglodyte head when Roggan appeared standing astride the 6ft tall shoulders of an Obaru — holding the antlers like reins! But wait! Suddenly he lost his balance! Roggan sailed off the Elk’s shoulders and caromed off the mast to careen into the boards as they “did shrink” and thud against the floor and finally come to a halt. Roggan got run-over by a reindeer! Prancing on Matilda Majestic Eve! You may say there’s no such thing as Warlocks…but as for me and Roggan we believe!

Tonight en route to an Eye of Vengeance soiree when we were set upon by ambushers. Our assailants disappeared before we could react but not before they froze an innocent bystander with an enchanted arrow. Gavin, ever the jumpy worry-wart announced our imminent danger — and was right on the money as usual. It’s like he’s psychic or something! Here’s a brief excerpt from my memory of the battle and the subsequent treatment of the innocent man:

Roggan Looks really excited, as arrows rain from above.
Tyvernos breathes deeply and begins to move his hands and reach out to the elemental air.
Roggan claps excitedly, fixated on Tyvernos.
Tyvernos grasps intangible wisps of potential psychic energy and chants the spell
Roggan Does a stomping chant, and cobblestones from the street travel up my legs to make an armor of stone…. I started walking slower, but not so slow he was left behind.
Tyvernos breaths a rush of air from his mouth and releases the spell. A massive buffet of wind cushions the 120ft area around both the party and the crowd in an attempt to protect the innocents from further volleys of arrows.
Roggan giggles excitedly, and throws pebbles at it, and watches them bounce.
Tyvernos pulls Roggan aside and explains to the Troglodyte that our efforts are best suited to finding food in the kitchen and that there isn’t anything we can do for the poor, frozen fool.
Roggan says ‘Roggan ask Bluto if Bluto want some.’
Roggan whispers to his closed backpack.
Roggan tells Tyvernos matter-of-factly “Bluto not hungry right now.”
Later, I accompanied Overkill to the Pyramid compound / complex to commune with our gods and to donate a little of my coin to the ensuring that Otto is dealt with for his crimes. It still amazes me how he was able to escape scrutiny when Karma and Ferrel were ferreted out for their treachery. Cava, Roggan, and Gavin decided to join us in communion and each went to his respective god’s temple.

After finishing my prayer of Ottoman Accusations I urged Roggan — leading by example — to donate some of his prized geodesic possessions to the goddess, Bennu. Roggan ran across the causeway to the temple and dumped some particularly wet-looking sand on the donation plate. The strange fellow then jumped up and down, singing a song in the primal, elemental language, and the sand formed into a little Mound of Mud.
Finally, we feasted on the finest faire, upon the finest China — fete and sup and feast at the banquet at the Sun’s Rest. The Eye of Vengeance is a group of Ra-worshippers so you can bet they know how to hold their liquor. Tiny got drunk but he came after Overkill for “Dwarven Ale” which is “the shit.” It turns out he was just the waitress.
Terramore began strumming and composing an ode to Gavin — songs of praise and laudatory accolades. He and Quixis were interrupted by the call to alms and quixly ran off to retrieve more beer from Matilda.

A troglodyte began convulsing.

Roggan the wretched wretch retched convulsively through paroxysm and ejected a spew of spuming vomit all over the vomitorium. I whispered to him in Elemental, between wracking spasmodic shivers, “Did you try the beer?” I felt it necessary to remind my teetotaler friend in Elemental that I can resurrect a liver or two after nights of carousing and revelry if the need arises.

Finally, Terramore and Quixis returned with more drink for the Trog. Roggan laid down on his side and moaned, “Kill Roggan. Please?” to which I sagely replied, “Poor Roggan, if only it were within my alignment to do so.” Clearly, Otto has drunk the poor warlock under the table. At that moment the strange creature jumped up and said, “ROGGAN WANT TO DANCE!” Roggan grabbed me bodily, around the waist, and put me around his shoulders like a wee Gnomish shawl. I should like to thank him, one of these days, for trying me on for size.

Later that evening I heard commotion from Overkill’s room — nothing out of the ordinary what with his cabin’s proximity to the mount cages and livestock pens; I paid it no mind and promptly returned to slumber where I composed the following poem:

Twas the night before Majestic when all through the ship,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Chip.
The package arrived all tied up with string,
When Roggan offered Bluto open the thing

Tyvernos was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Cava dead danced in his head.
And Roggan in his ’kerchief and I in my sack,
Had just settled our brains for a hang-over nap.

When in Overkill’s room there arose such a clatter,
I was sprung from my bed to see what was the matter.
The moon on the breast of Ramadan below,
Gave the lustre of Cava to objects below.

Ramadan didn’t climb down the chimney but he definitely crawled up Overkill’s ass. Cava had big enough balls for an entire women’s soccer team that night. I imbued him with an Armor of the Dwarf King Ithan and the ability to FLY LIKE A FUCKING EAGLE — admittedly, it’s my most sought-after ability. I made four lightning arrows but couldn’t find my scissors so I rummaged around my backpack until I found my other TOOL…

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren’t afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don’t cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Flying above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We’ll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We’ll miss him.

The package-sender’s intended victim was too afraid to open it. I felt a sharp kick to my shin as the package exploded and Cava was in desperate need of healing. We rushed him to the temple where Father William told us that a Parcel of Mystery is a gift directly from Anubis. The box explosions do significant damage and then afflict the opener with contact poisons that can only be removed by the usage of holy water.
Bishop Rose laid hands on Cava — she had tears in her eyes as she removes her hands and shook her head gravely. It appeared to be beyond her strength to cure. U-Selekma might not even have the power to remove this curse. She recommended we reach out to Malkin Falimede and see if he has any information regarding the magic. Her brother, Ramadan, delivered the package — we informed Bishop Rose of the connection — but she didn’t recognize the implication. She was totally distraught and needed sleep badly.
Too much adventure for one night! I returned to Quixis with Terramore in tow and left the rest of the group at the Pyramid. Tuckered out and too pooped to pop. The sun had already risen. The Knights of Dawn party is tonight but the situation may be a little weird as they are an order of Paladins and we are without our former Paladin, Karma. Sir Quixis, however asks us to attend and we do. I suggest that our new Dwarven Paladin, Vandur attend in our stead and that such a duty should suffice as his initiation into our fraternity; I recommended as much lest he be hazed and teased and tortured mercilessly by the dilettante dog Otto.
Morning of the 17th of Majestic — we received a pigeon from King Minischmee. We sent a pigeon to Malkin Falimede and informed him of his great-great-great grandon’s death and the package of mystery now afflicting Cava. Finally we were asked to speak to Bishop Rose one last time before we leave on an ADVENTURE — and we do so dutifully. She informs us that her efforts to research the ailment and divine a cure have been in vain. She told us that she had failed us and that she was impotent to save Cava from the curse. She was under the impression that only Anubis can remove the curse. Bummer! I stepped forward and prevails upon her to help CrIsis in traveling to Timiro. She procured us Tyrone Heneman and his slim-lined Nicole for river-boat passage.
Malkin Falimede finally returned our pigeon while we were on the river boat. He informed us of multiple curses — the Curse of Dog Phobia, Curse of Psionic Phobia, and Curse of God Phobia (stronghold of Shandala), Curse of Water Phobia, Curse of Changeling Phobia, and the Curse of Giant Phobia.
We finally get into a fight on the river boat — a traveling troupe of merry men…in tights! We are assailed by actors and forced to stay our hands from ridding Palladium of their insolence.

The next attack upon us was a coordinated effort by orcs and high-orcs! Some if by land and some if by sea! Roggan was very quick to subdue the shore-bound bodies of Orcish meat in liquified rock and river-slickened sand. The brutish buccaneers were mired in quicksilver Quicksand! He then opened up a crevasse in the earth to bring forth a River of Lava! His elemental might and magical prowess are a thing of marvel. Terramore, however, marveled at his plight from beneath the miasmic waves. I attempted to levitate him but failed miserably and the orcs were soon dispatched. Between Gavin, Cava, Overkill, and Roggan’s timely spell-casting I daresay there was hardly a need for me or my eagle wings…or my lightning arrows. Next time perhaps I’ll try a different approach. Otto!

Until next we speak…
Written by Tyvernos on the 19th of Majestic, in the 69th Year of the Wolfen Empire.

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Civil War, Barbarians, and Other News

Need Your Support

January 06, 2013 09:00

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Captain Overkill of CrIsis-

I wanted to give you an update on what is happening in your home country. First, I must request that you send a pigeon renouncing your full citizenship in the Wolfen Empire. Keep your honorary citizenship- but I need your support, cousin. I will read the proclamation, and I ask that you include your choice in your book (ignoring my request of it). Every bit of support is important, as it will help me win the civil war that is ongoing. I have much support, but the human supremacists still have much power, and it breaks my heart how many Bizantium citizens have died. Mercenaries are coming in by the droves on both sides, and I am afraid that this may not be a short war.

The good news is that I have reached out to the former opposition on the Shadow Coast. I have promised improvements in working conditions, freedoms, and support- in return, I have received numerous warlocks who have pledged to try and help end this unnecessary war. There is a pyramid, now complete, in Inner Cadeth. It is not as ornate as the Pyramid at Sinza, but impressive. Myself and the queen had a talk with some Phoenixi who protected it.

The people of the Shadow Coast also gave me information that affects you and CrIsis. It is only statements that are rumors and accounts from others, but I hope that I can receive a first-hand account- I have sent members of the Bizantium Scouting Corps to investigate. It is rumored that in Kiridin, the land of the Barbarians, are at war amongst themselves. This, of course, is nothing new. What is new is that one of the Barbarian chieftains wields Osiris Left Eye!! Again, I will let you know more when I have a report back from the Corps.

In positive news, we are expecting!! My beloved queen, Christine, is with child. If a boy, he shall be named Overkill Junior after you!!

I wish you continued success. You are always welcome here, in Bizantium City, your home, Sinza, and all through Bizantium!

In faith- your Cousin and King,
King Minischmee

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