Legends and Lore

Tombs of Ice (Episode 69)

Robyn’s journal…

Entry 1:
After a difficult night of fighting off yet another frost giant with several massive wolves, and then finally some much need sleep, we now prepare to continue descending the mountain to the valley below. It is frightfully cold this morning.

Entry 2:
Now in the valley and I am shaking uncontrollably from the biting cold. The wind seems to rush over the valley floor adding to my intense misery. Having trouble feeling my fingers and toes.

Entry 3:
Just attacked by a chimera near the valley floor. Luckily we saw it at the last second, possibly avoiding a disastrous surprise. The beast still burns from the enchantment of Altain’s blade, so we will warm ourselves and try some of the cooked meat.

Entry 4:
Feeling much better. Warm and well fed. Just in time for making our way up the next mountain. Hope to find some sign that we are heading in the right direction. The goliath elders mentioned something about a frozen lake marking the proper direction to the white dragons lair, but no signs of it yet.

Entry 5:
Have reached the end of the tree line of the next mountain. We will make camp here and continue our upward trek in the morning.

Entry 6:
Spotted a cave in the distance and we are now making our way there.

Entry 7:
Found nine frozen bodies buried in snow at the entrance of the cave. Fin worries that they may be chillborn so we decided to decapitate them, and give them proper burial rites. Inside the cave a ten foot diameter hole was discovered. Altain dropped a torch down to see how far it descended, turns out to be nearly forty feet below. We fastened a rope before descending into the cavern complex. Inside several ice bridges can be seen, but its cold, dark, and eerie. No signs of any activity thus far.

Entry 8:
Chillborn began rising from the ice and snow of the cavern shortly after we entered. Feared we may need to flee but things got intense quickly. We cut down over a half dozen of the frozen undead before a strange beholder suddenly appeared from a nearby ravine. Unlike other floating eyeballs I have learned of, this one seems native to the cold as it is covered in a coat of white armor-like plates, or scales, and its eye rays emit various cold effects.

Entry 9:
After defeating the Eye of Frost we made our way to the various individuals we’ve discovered incased in blocks of ice. After chiseling each one out we discovered a frostwolf pelt on one of the dead men. The pelt is snowy white, and Altain believes it to be enchanted. Mongo’s eyes show an excitement I rarely see from the dwarf, yet he seems willing to offer the rare find to Altain if he would like it. The two are now negotiating for the item in a very dignified manner. We have grown closer as a group than I had ever dreamt possible.

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The Hunt (Episode 68)

Altain’s journal…

Entry 1:
We have been accepted into the Goliath encampment. The Elder Council has deemed us trustworthy. After earning their trust many questions remained, and we were allowed to ask as we pleased. We returned the generosity by providing answers to their questions as well. We quickly learn that they know little of dragons, except that they are the stuff of children’s tales. They promise to question one of their tribes elders however about legends of the past in hopes of providing any clues that may exist regarding such a beast. We still hold out hope that we may soon learn more from these nomadic people.

Entry 2:
Further talks with these nomadic half-giant people have brought new facts to light. The blue-skinned giants we killed earlier are known as frost giants. We informed the goliath leaders that the frost giants tried to talk us into raiding their encampments. The two sides seem very much at odds with one another. The goliath’s also spoke of the chillborn, frozen undead who walk these forsaken lands north of the wall. Many of the tribesmen seem to believe these are the cursed remains of those less fortunate, who have frozen or died due to the harsh conditions of the north. They are to be feared by all, and can quickly outnumber unwary travelers who fail to recognize the immense danger their sudden presence presents.

Entry 3:
Our hosts have apparently discovered a town elder who knows more about the legend of the Great White Wyrm. The beast apparently many centuries ago dominated these frozen lands of the north and was known by the name Sleet, due to its cold and stormy breath weapon. But this draconic beast vanished nearly 300 years ago according to ancient legend. The old tribesman also seemed shocked that this ancient legend appeared to be rooted in truth! Expressing the fact that he had always believed such a beast to be little more than a story told to children around a campfire over many generations. He also seems to know a bit about where the Great White Wyrm might be located as many of these stories seem to center around a cave complex near the next mountain peak.

Entry 4:
After a good nights rest we prepared to make our way towards the next mountain peak. But we must first descend from our current location and cross the valley below. Once again the winds howl between the towering peaks and the falling snow is beginning to make visibility difficult. Fin spotted suspicious drifts later in the day. I believe we wisely chose to avoid the area. The chillborn, as the goliath tribesmen call them, make my blood run cold. Will avoid at any cost!

Entry 5:
We have finally reached the tree line and now hope to find a safe location to rest from both the wintry conditions, and the dangers that lurk beyond.

Entry 6:
We’ve found a ridge in which to take cover from the wintry winds. Robyn seems uncomfortable with the position however and is now burrowing a tunnel nearby in which to take refuge for the night.

Entry 7:
Attacked during the night by two freakishly large wolves over six feet tall at the shoulders! A frost giant soon followed, apparently the wolves master. Luckily we received some warning from Altain this time however, and were able to put up a proper defense. Killed all three but I have little doubt that there will be more as it almost seems as though they are hunting us. Important to note that this frost giant was substantially larger than the scouts mounted of mammoths that we previously encountered. I wonder how much larger they can get?…

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Beware: Giants! (Episode 67)

Fin’s journal…

Entry 1:
Wow! We were suddenly taken by surprise while treking across the frozen tundra by a group of giant scouts. Thankfully Altain caught a glimpse of them at the final second and shouted the alarm. These blue-skinned giants rode the backs a large wooly mammoths the likes of which I have never seen over my countless years. We were fortunate this time, but these blue-skinned giants are not to be taken lightly.

Entry 2:
Another cold night ahead as darkness begins to fall. The frigid temperatures of the nights would be deadly if not for our numerous animal hides to hold in the warmth. We have also cut up the animal furs the giants wore to create several larger blankets for ourselves. There is no wood to be found in these upper elevations making it impossible to start a fire. The furs are all we have to keep us alive!

Entry 3:
On this night I stayed up during the early watch to assist Altain while he was in a state of mental trance before getting some shut eye during the late hours of the night. The next thing I remember is being enveloped in fire! Something had discovered our presence upon this frozen wasteland, and none of us were sure of what had suddenly happened. The smell of burnt hair, and flesh, filled our senses as we scattered in all directions in an attempt to gather ourselves. After the early moments of surprised confusion we soon discovered the identity of our attacker, a snow-white griffon of some strange sort! But this snow griffon was apparently capable of spewing forth a blast of fiery breath!! We quickly began to counter attack soon after, and our numbers soon proved too great for rimefire griffon (if I remember the beasts name correctly from my countless studies?). The beast was unable to escape.

Entry 4:
Altain proved to be the only companion that was able to avoid any burns from the griffons fiery breath. Guess he was the lucky one to be on watch. If only he could have provided some kind of warning.

Entry 5:
It’s been several days now and we have finally come to the end of the frozen tundra, and it appears that we are headed into the rocky cliffs of another mountain. We are now far removed from any sort of civilization.

Entry 6:
It is nearing nightfall and we have spotted nearly a half dozen crude homes in the distance. Tree trunks create the shelters skeletal design with animal hides stretched across the gaps. They are built onto a small plateau on the side of the mountain. As we study this surprising discovery from afar we suddenly notice a large figure looming behind a rocky outcropping in the distance. It is obvious that the large man is watching us closely, just as we are him. His skin appears grayish against the white snow with strange markings, or tattoo’s, upon his exposed arms and bald head. He looks big. Probably somewhere between seven to eight feet tall! We are now discussing whether to approach as we are unsure if these strange people might be friendly?…

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Frozen Tundra (Episode 66)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
There were simply too many. We were forced to run for our lives for what seemed like hours. Northward, higher into the mountains, the only route which had not been cut off by the frozen dead, or should I say frozen undead? They suddenly appeared from beneath the snow one after another until their numbers seemed too great to overcome! Sure we slaughtered many as I expected, but out of the fog countless others continued to appear as though drawn to us? Their bluish-white flesh frozen upon their lifeless bones, and a death-like cold emenating from their very presence. I don’t know what these frozen undead were, but the very thought of them chills me to the very bone. We are fortunate to be alive…

Entry 2:
Discovered a large steaming pile-o-dung near the top of the mountain. Looks a bit larger than that of a horse or cow so whatever left it must be quite large. Fin seems to think it may be the sign of a dragon, I call it wishful thinking. Robyn seems to think we are looking for the impossible, but Fin simply reminds him that we need to start somewhere.

Entry 3:
Fin spotted a half dozen wolves over the horizon so we quickly gave chase. They were hungry, but we were cold. We won, and now wear their coats in the hopes of staving off the cold.

Entry 4:
During the first nights in the mountains we often heard the howling of wolves, but those sounds have now been replaced by calls of what I believe to be a mountain goat, and perhaps a mountain lion? Fin once again believes the roar to be that of a dragon, and the mountain goat its soon to be a meal, perhaps?

Entry 5:
We were attacked by strange creatures today. Bipedal beasts covered in whitish-gray fur, and blood red eyes. Tried to ambush us but we killed several before the rest fled. Probably mistakened us for their next meal. Wolves made that mistake a few days ago – bad idea! Bwhahahahaha

Entry 6:
We finall reached the top of the Wall today, and a vast frozen tundra now spans before us. Jagged mountain peaks tower in the distant north, but it is nice to be on flat ground for now. Discovered what looked to be a frozen pond a few mile further north, but it wasn’t. Altain decided to check the ice’s strength and the creaking sounds of distress soon followed. Then a giant worm suddenly exploded from below shattering the ice! It was huge, with a frill running down its back that pulsated a burning red, its segmented body supported by dozens of small legs. The heat emanating from the huge white worm was intense, and its bite nearly proved deadly as the creature swallowed me whole moments later! If you could’ve only seen my companions faces when I cut the beast down from the inside before being purged from the beasts belly. Just figured I could kill it faster from the inside!

Entry 7:
Spotted tracks in the snow the very next day again. Strange round tracks perhaps 3 or 4 feet wide. Followed them through the day, and picked up the trail again after a good nights sleep. Fin believes they may be wooly mammoth tracks. Never seen one of them before, must be big suckers!

Entry 8:
Fin has spotted a mommoth in the distance, but snow is getting heavy and visibility is down to fifty yards at best. We will move in to get a better…

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The Wall (Episode 65)

Fin LaVie’s journal…

Entry 1:
Finally its been decided, we will journey to the northland and the legendary Wall. What lies that far north none can be sure, but each of us has undoubtedly heard countless stories. This decision causes an eerie silence to overtake our group as each ponders what may lie ahead…

Entry 2:
The Wall now looms ahead, clouds obscurring its towering peaks. Further down the snowline is visible near the upper reaches of the immense mountain chain. Thoughts of frigid temperatures dangerous enough to kill. I know not what to expect.

Entry 3:
Today we ran into a scouting party of dwarves at the foot of the wall, or should I say they found us? Turns out we were suddenly surrounded before I spotted one individual peeking from behind a nearby boulder. They introduced themselves as the Killer B’s, before explaining that they were patroling the mountain’s base for any signs of trouble out of the north. It was then that I realized they where thought to be missing, and that the “dumb shits” should’ve reported back by now! I wasted no time in telling them such. Altain quickly covered my offensive vocabulary and tone as to not offend. Suppose it was for the best, and the subject quickly turned to a discussion of their exploits. Apparently all has been eerily quiet in these parts, and the only sign of alarm was a giant footprint just to the northwest of our current location. The dwarve’s claim a full grown man can be seated in the footprints interior. This I must see.

Entry 4:
Yup, that’s one big footprint alright! I quickly note that the dwarves were also correct in their report that each foot of the bipedal creature only has three toes? A curious number indeed… If I am not mistaken I believe that some trolls only have three toes? But I am not certain if all species do, so I quickly consulted with Altain. Altain, the only other well-read companion in our group, confirms my beliefs. It must be a mountain troll, and it must be big!

Entry 5:
We’ve managed to track our huge bipedal troll up into the rocky terrain of the wall, but still not a sign of anything but footprints. We’ve lost these tracks several times in the hard rocky terrain, but have somehow managed to pick up the trail again after short distances.

Entry 6:
It was nearing nightfall when I spotted a strange looking boulder. It seemed to have numerous smaller rocks, or bumps, that created a straight line across its surface. Quickly the group halted on my command, and Altain and Robyn moved toward cover. Mongo simply planted his feet where he stood, go figure?! Then we all suddenly witnessed why this boulder seemed so unusual? It suddenly stood up! It was the back of grayish mountain troll, and the thing was huge indeed standing over 20 feet tall. But even more alarming than the creatures size was the fallen tree trunk the creature carried in one hand with ease! This thing was as tough as it looked, and we took a severe beating before the mountain troll finally collapsed. Then as quickly as it fell it suddenly got back up, but Altain ended that threat quickly with a devestating slash from his enchanted blade Moonfire. The blades ability to wreath itself in flame apparently ending the mythical creature’s ability to regenerate.

Entry 7:
Shortly after defeating the mountain troll it was time to set camp, and start a small campfire to stay warm. We are still in the lower elevation of these mountains but the temerature has already begun to noticeably drop. We hear the howling of wolves echoing throughout the night. It sounds as if the sound is eminating from the mountain tops, but none of us can be sure as the sounds echo off the the face of the cliffs that surround us. Thankfully the night passed without incident.

Entry 8:
Today our climb became more difficult as a light fog began to form early in the morning hours. Temps continue to drop, and our group begins to realize we may be ill equipped for the freezing temperatures above. We need to find some fur-bearing animals soon or we will most assuredly freeze in the coming days.

Entry 9:
The mountain began to tremble below our very feet just a short while ago. Many in our group scrambled atop some large nearby stones as debris began cascading down the mountain from above. Earthquake? Landslide? Nope, PURPLE WORM! Suddenly the ground exploded below our dwarven companion Mongo. Mongo slashed wildly trying to drive the huge worm back from the depths from which it came, but to no avail. Then we all stood in shock when the wildly thrashing worm suddenly lashed down at the dwarf, and Mongo was gone!! But seconds later the dwarf came shooting out of the worms gullet covered in slime, and angry as hell. Think I may have even heard the dwarf say something about this being stupid? If the situation hadn’t been so serious at the moment I would have most assuredly have laughed. But serious it was indeed, as seconds later Mongo was once again swallowed whole, and once again he apparently found a way to fight his way out. The worm seemed to be having trouble digesting the honory son of gun, he just wouldn’t go down! Finally after a long drawn out battle we finally felled the worm. I hope this northern land isn’t riddled with such beasts, or this trip could be shorter than expected.

Entry 10:
Third day into the mountain range known as The Wall. Temperatures have dropped significantly, and snow now covers the rocky terrain. Altain is struggling most noteably against the elements. We need warmer clothing.

Entry 11:
Should reach the mountain top today if all goes well, but an unexpected hurdle has just uncovered itself from a fresh cover of snowfall. We suddenly find ourselves surrounded by what appears to be men, but their flesh is frozen a pale bluish-white, and they stammer forward as though undead. One after another they approach from the foggy west, east, and even the south from which we arrived. There are countless numbers, and more appear by the second, I think we’re in trouble…

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The Road Beyond (Episode 64)

Altain’s journal…

Entry 1:
It was during our attack on the High Wyrmlord’s estate that we suddenly discovered what the chanting emanating from back room was. The building suddenly began to tremble and shake violently, then the walls began to collapse on the upper floor! It was in this chaos that the dust and smoke finally began to clear. Standing before us was a sight none of us would soon forget – Tiamat!

Entry 2:
The battle against the Dark Queen was one we all somehow managed to survive, but we are now spent and in desperate need of rest. Troops of the Queen’s army stand in shock down below, and it appears that many are unsure of what to do. We probably only have a short time to remain before some get the courage to inspect the manor. We decide to take a quick rest. During this reprieve Fin begins to speak solomly about what had just taken place. He explained that this was merely an aspect of the Dark Queen. This meant that she was apparently growing in power, but was still unable to fully enter this plane of existance. He then warned us in a hushed tone that she would continue to grow in power, and that this was far from over. A sobering thought indeed…

Entry 3:
Robyn noted a group removing High Wyrmlord Azarak’s body from the manor grounds, and has decided to follow them from the shadows. Apparently the cloak the High Wyrmlord wears has caught the attention of he and Mongo, especially Mongo’s. The crazy dwarf even paid Robyn five hundred gold pieces to retrieve it! What in the nine hells, I thought dwarves loved ancient golden coin??? So much for that theory. We intend to meet up with Robyn back in the sewers later this night. Hope he finds his way, and isn’t captured in the meantime! Several pieces of parchment discovered around Azarak’s room as well. Two recent letters and a torn page of ancient text. Seems to be a prayer to the Dark Queen and her hopeful return. Fin has found an enchanted backpack as well, and he seems downright giddy about the whole thing. But what immediately catched my attention lies at the bottom of an old trunk. The minute I lay eyes on it I am almost certain of what it is, but I can hardly believe my eyes – a dragon orb! By the gods could it really be? As Robyn hands it over gently I began to rub it carefully, gazing into its smokey depths. It was then that a green smoke began to swirl about in the beautiful sphere’s interior. Such magic as this had vanished from the world long before even the dragons themselves. So ancient in fact that very little is even mentioned of them in the ancient texts! Fin and I excitedly began to discuss the discoveries implications to our cause, and exchange what little information we both know of the ancient orb. I can feel the arcane energy coursing through the orb, and it feels as though it draws me near. Magnificent!

Entry 4:
Fin suggested that we leave through the sewers in which we came. It’s definitely a better plan than trying to sneak off the premises above ground. But the disgusting sewers are depressing, and the smell, I feel like puking just thinking about it. During our return Fin and I continue to discuss the dragon orb discovered earlier. It appears that we agree that most possess the power to control only one species of dragon, and this one appears to be attuned to those with green scales. We also agree that it not only proves their existance but sends our minds racing with the possibility that others may still exist as well, but where?…

Entry 5:
We have returned to Broden Steele’s hideout after making our way through the tunnels of the underground sewers. The resistance movement is now in full swing, and is using guerrilla warfare tactics. We’ve agreed to assist them over the next ten day while Sir Oakley’s army continues to make its way toward New Haven.

Entry 6:
We have been training the resistance in the skills of warfare and stealth. Things have been going very well, and the men and women have taken to it like zombies to human flesh. We are definitely having an effect on the enemy forces, and more desertions occur within the enemy ranks on a daily basis. Undoubtedly the sight of their Dark Queen being defeated has had a large impact, but so have our tactics.

Entry 7:
Today our Northern Army finally arrived on the outskirts of New Haven, and the liberation of the city has begun. It won’t be long before the remaining occupying forces will soon give way. Our work here is done. It seems that it is time for us to travel the road beyond. It is on this night that I carefully hold the dragon orb, its swirling green mist filling its interior. I then begin concentrating, filling my thoughts with that of a white dragon, hoping that somehow this orb might possess the ability to influence that species as well, but to no avail.

Entry 8:
We’ve now set our sights on the road north, desitination “the Wall”. A land few dare travel, of deadly cold temperatures, and if legend serves me correctly even more deadly beasts. I have never seen the lands north of the wall, and those who have almost never return to tell the tale. It is the land of the legendary mountain troll, and some say much worse. But what remains is nothing more than the old tales of children’s stories, and of course none can be sure of what is truth and what is fiction? Guess we will soon find out!…

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The Calling (Episode 63)

Robyn’s journal…

Entry 1:
After fighting our way through the main floor of the High Wyrmlord’s manor we ascended a spiral staircase. It was there that we encountered four dragonborn guards, the insignia of what we like to call the symbol of the rising sun emblazoned upon their shields, the crest of the Queen’s Army. Negotiations were short and to the point – in other words battle was quickly engaged.

Entry 2:
The guards proved to be skilled with their blades, and were definitely a cut above the rest, but still proved no match for our little band of heroes. But there proved to be more than meets the eye upstairs as two suits of armor suddenly animated during the conflict surprising us all! Then dragonborn wizards made themselves known on the far side of the large chamber.

Entry 3:
We knew we were in for a fight this time, and it didn’t take long for High Wyrmlord Azarak to make his presence known as he suddenly appeared from a nearby chamber to check on all of the commotion. Not one to simply watch the action take place he quickly entered the fray. Shortly after Altain soon found himself in trouble as the High Wyrmlord began overpowering the skilled eladrin. Altain knowing when to retreat did so after receiving significant wounds. It was then that Azarak moved to a more central location in the chamber, a crazed blood lust filling his draconic eyes. He was quickly proving to be very skilled with the blade, and dare I say that none of us would have wished to face such an enemy one to one.

Entry 4:
During this heated conflict one couldn’t help but notice the ominous darkness filling the sky outside. Lightning now filled the dark skies, and the rumble of rolling thunder shook the very foundation of the High Wyrmlord’s mansion! But still no rain? Ominous indeed…

Entry 5:
As we continues to hack our way through our numerous enemies High Wyrmlord Azarak has continued to stand tall, and has proved to be a most worthy adversary. His guards now litter the floor, as pools of blood swell out around their lifeless bodies.

Entry 6:
Mongo stands tall like a bastion of hope, strong and steady as always. While Fin and Altain attempt to take out what looks to be a human wizard nearby. But then tragedy strikes when the High Wyrmlord Azarak suddenly disengages Mongo to spring upon Altain, who has been suddenly blasted from his feet from a bolt of dark energy. There the hapless eladrin was quickly beaten unconscious, before Azarak dealt what he was sure to believe was a fatal death blow! Then the High Wyrmlord suddenly made a move for the stairwell where he failed to see me hiding in the shadows. To his surprise I block his attempt to flee, and quickly land a serious blow. Azarak now seemed desperate, his escape plan falling apart at every turn. Now in dire straits he bolted across the room, before leaping from a nearby window. Quickly Mongo and Fin gave chase, ending Azarak’s attempt to flee just outside of the window.

Entry 7:
The sounds loud chanting emanate from a nearby room as thunder once again shakes the very foundation of the High Wyrmlord’s estate, but this time things seem different… Then suddenly the interior stone walls began to collapse, and a horrifying sight looms before us – TIAMAT! Our greatest fears are now realized, the queen herself now stands before us in all of her horrific glory, her five heads thrashing about wildly. Bahamut help us!!

Entry 8:
I can’t help notice Fin uttering a few short words, I think he’s praying?! Shortly after a flood of energy fills me with renewed hope. Have our prayers been answered? I then notice Altain struggling to stand, but he looks very near death! It was under these pretenses of renewed hope that we engage our newfound enemy – none other than the Queen of Darkness herself!…

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A New Hope (Episode 62)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
We are now hiding in the basement of the manor house we believe to be the residence of High Wyrmlord Azarak. We’ve arrived through the sewers and currently believe our presence to be undetected. We are now formulating a plan to lure some of the main floors occupants to the stone interrigation chamber we now inhabit. Hopefully this will allow us to thin our enemies ranks before ascending the stairwell. This is definitely a better plan than scaling the manor walls, and attacking a small army! Who’s harebrained idea was that anyway? Thank Moradin I decided to pull the plug on that suicide mission, not that I couldn’t handle it, I just worry about the others.

Entry 2:
The plan worked very well. We were forced to fight our way out of the interrogation chamber below, and have now made it upstairs. The main floor of the manor is now covered in the blood of our enemy. Dead bodies of both men, and dragonborn, are now strewn about in our wake. It’s an impressive sight indeed. Now currently searching the premisis for anything of value, or perhaps clues to what the future may hold regarding the war. Robyn continues to keep to the shadows, heck half the time I don’t even know where that half-breed is. Neither does the enemy though, and that often proves to be a deadly oversight.

Entry 3:
Discovered a circular chamber on the main floor in which strange shadows dance upon the walls. Fin has now begun praying to Bahamut for guidance. Hope to find answers to what this strange phenomenon might mean, but Fin’s prayers go unanswered. Apparently Fin senses some sort of stronge interference, and Altain senses it too…

Entry 4:
We now prepare to climb the nearby stairwell to the second floor. A strange thunderstorm now rages outside, and thunder shakes the building’s foundation, while lightning lights up the darkened sky – but still no rain?… Day appears as night, and one can’t help but feel something ominous is taking place.

Entry 5:
Once upstairs, it quickly became apparent that our presence had been expected, as elite dragonborn guards stood at the ready in plain sight. Not surprising I guess after what took place on the main floor. But what was note worthy was how the enemy seemed to have little or no interest on setting up some sort of ambush!? Overconfident idiots, typical cult, nothing but a bunch of crazy zealots. I know one thing – it’ll be their last mistake!

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Uprising! (Episode 61)

Altain Moonfire’s journal…

Entry 1:
After taking the keep we searched high and low for anything of interest. Damn dwarf keeps complaining, or perhaps wishing to find some sort of enchanted cloak. Quite frankly its getting tiresome to say the least. His gruff attitude, and his tendency to think he can handle anything wears on me. We eladrin are far more sophisticated and well mannered, thank the gods.

Entry 2:
Fin seems to have located a well hidden door, little doubt that the dungeons lie below. Who knows what we will discover there…

Entry 3:
Dungeons below the keep were disturbing. Men and women bloodied and beaten, and eleven out of the twelve were near death’s door. Questioned the man who seemed better than the rest, and even suspected him to be some sort of spy or something? Apparently he had only been imprisoned here for the last few days and was the only lucky one not to be tortured thus far. Needless to say he was overjoyed to see us. Guess he’s not an insider like we first suspected. It was also in the dungeons that we discovered the towns leaders, Rufus and Burne. Both were knocking on death’s door just like many of the others. Mongo and Fin tended to the wounded before Fin called on Bahamut’s good graces to heal the two town leaders. Once conscious they told a hellish tale of a massive army swarming over the city from the northland. Strange dragonmen, some winged while others were not, but all brutal in nature. They want to know who we are, and still seem a bit confused as is to be expected after such an ordeal.

Entry 4:
Rufus and Burne are both stunned in the wake of Fin’s ability to channel Bahamut’s blessings. True healing is the stuff of legend, but to actually witness it is beyond description. One must see it with his own eyes to truly believe. Both men are also shocked at our reports of living dragons in the world of Sarsis. I showed them my collection of green and black dragon scales and they inspected them closely. Imagine waking to find the world so suddenly changed…

Entry 5:
Devised a plan to begin wearing down the occupying forces here in Hommlet. Robyn plans to lure any guests into the keep using his hat of disguise to appear as one of them. We then systematically remove each threat, slowly dwindling their numbers.

Entry 6:
Plan is working well on day one. Hope the evening passes peacefully.

Entry 7:
The next morning a General Kreal arrived to report missing patrols from the day prior. We apprehended him immediately, but wondered why he was reporting to a lieutenant? At first he was tight lipped but eventually explained that he wasn’t in charge of Hommlet, and was instead suppose to be the occupying force for the dwarven stronghold of Hammerfast! Needless to say he seemed to have an immediate distaste for our little band of freedom fighters. After a short period of questioning we learned of the Queen’s army far to the south. Finally we offered General Kreal the choice of imprisonment in the dungeons below or death. Not surprisingly the general chose death. Mongo was more than willing to carry out the deed with his enchanted axe Skull Cleaver. But not before General Kreal uttered a few final words, “You will regret this.”

Entry 8:
Three days to finally liberate the village of Hommlet. Captain of the guard, Elmo, made his presence known during a meeting asking for volunteers to join a rebel army. Elmo has offered to train volunteers so they are ready upon our return from the northlands. We then departed the newly liberated town of Hommlet for New Haven, in the hopes of liberating that city as well.

Entry 9:
Contacted Sir Oakley using our sending stone. He has begun massing an army made up of nearly 600 citizens of Timbervale and over 200 dwarves from Hammerfast. Inform him that we are heading to New Haven to hopefully ignite an insurrection from within. Once we arrive in New Haven, approximately 14 days from now, Sir Oakley is to lead this army of over 800 to New Haven’s city walls over the following 20 days. Nothing less than the liberation of the northlands now hangs in the balance. Heavy times indeed.

Entry 10:
After fourteen days of travel, much of which included the miserable Misty Marshes, we finally arrived on the outskirts of the twenty-foot walls of New Haven. After scaling these tall walls we quickly went to work trying to make contact with any rebels who might have been forced underground. Finally after working throughout the day we finally made some progress when we met a female in the Griffon’s Nest Inn. She hinted at possibly knowing something of importance but seemed very reserved and unwilling to trust us. Finally she asked Fin to follow her to an undisclosed location while us other three stayed behind. Fin nodded his approval, and then followed the mysterious woman out the door. Feeling very uncomfortable about how this all seems to be unfolding.

Entry 11:
Fin finally returned a short time later, but it seemed much longer. Apparently the mysterious woman agreed to meet us at midnight tonight at a nearby warehouse. From there she plans on leading us to those we seek.

Entry 12:
Meeting went down as planned at midnight. Nearly discovered sneaking across town, and were forced to kill four guards in order to remain undetected. I quickly removed sewer grate in a nearby street in order to dispose of the bodies, but soon discovered this was the exact location the mysterious woman was leading us to.

Entry 13:
Inside the sewers we were introduced to the leader of the underground insurrection, Broden Steele. He seemed less than happy to see us, and gave the woman who led us hear an earful before she departed. Then a line of questions directed towards us ensued. Broden seems to doubt our intentions, and wants proof that we are who we say we are. Fin seems annoyed by it all, but its understandable why they would question in my opinion. Fin finally ended all the drama when he was led to another chamber containing over a dozen severely wounded men. It was there that all witnessed the miracle of true healing, when Fin bellowed out his battle cry before smashing his enchanted sword into the stone floor. A brilliant flash of light ensued, and the wounded were suddenly and miraculously healed in that very instant. This moment will not soon be forgotten. Jaws agape, and exchanges of disbelief filled the room. Broden Steele then immediately took to one knee and asked for Fin’s forgiveness. Fin simply smiled and politely asked the man to please stand. To see doubters suddenly turned into believers is a sight to behold, and I consider myself to be very lucky to have witnessed such miracles in my lifetime.

Entry 14:
That night Broden Steele agreed to begin on plans to attack the occupying forces of the city, and pledged his very life to the cause. He has undergone a tremendous transformation from skeptic to optimist. He nows seems filled with a belief of sudden hope. Fin then acquired a rudely sketched map of the sewers. Broden promises that this will lead us to the sewers below the cities manor estate, allowing us to take out the enemies leadership from the inside before the guards outside know what is taking place. A much better plan than our prior one to scale the walls, which seemed like nothing short of suicide.

Entry 15:
While Broden begins his attacks on various enemy patrols in the cities streets, we made our way to through the sewers. These twisting tunnels under the streets of New Haven eventually led us to a location where dried blood stained the sewer’s stonework. This marked the location of a grate high above that supposedly led to the manor estate. We carefully climbed the iron rungs until we reached the top. It was there that we discovered what appeared to be a torture chamber. Three prisoners were in cages and badly beaten. We treated them for their wounds, and Fin healed two of them, before we sent them into to the sewers to escape. Robyn then unlocked the stone doors to a stairwell leading up, but we quickly noted voices and decided to take a listen. Four men seemed to be discussing plans for the future war effort. Then one of the men suddenly mentioned reports of numerous rebellions taking place in a number of northern towns. It seems of little concern until another of the men reports rumors of true healing also being reported, and it is this news that seems to peak their interest. Rumors of a man known as the Chosen One, Fin! It had become obvious that the four of us were no longer an unkown entity. Quickly a guard was called to the meeting, and told to take the report up to the High Wyrmlord immediately. Quietly we closed the heavy stone doors and began to form a plan for how to proceed. Lets pray this works, or we will be lucky to survive!

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Where It All Began (Episode 60)

Mongo’s journal…

Entry 1:
Getting as uncomfortable as an elf inside a mountain during our short time in New Haven. This city is crawling with dragonborn troops, and my companions seem unsure of how to proceed. Beginning to get the feeling we may be in over our heads, as certain death seems to loom around every corner. Maybe it’s time to move on to another location, the small village of Hommlet perhaps…

Entry 2:
Finally we have fled the occupied town of New Haven. Wanted to liberate the city in which we all met, but security seemed too tight. Large garrisons of dragonborn troops have apparently flooded into the hapless city. But this I promise – we shall return!

Entry 3:
Once again we have entered the miserable Misty Marshes, and I begin to wonder what in the nine hells are we thinking. I swear by Moradin’s beard I hate this place, yet here I sit cold and wet once again. Well on the bright side, I seem to be holding up well compared to my half-orc friend Robyn. The poor bastard has all but stopped talking, and now just sits all bundled up while shivering uncontrollably.

Entry 4:
Finally out of the deepest reaches of the marshes and pushing toward what we hope is dry land. Been in this miserable place nearly ten days, and am all but sure I have moss and mold growing in more than one unmentionable location.

Entry 5:
Yesterday found ourselves surrounded by an entire lizardfolk tribe near the Queen’s Stone! Boy did they seems angry! Undoubtedly due to Fin’s little message etched into the stone column during our prior visit, and then Nightmare’s severed head being placed next to the message for all to see. Lizardfolk were everywhere. Thank Moradin it was foggy, or keeping a low profile would have been nearly impossible. My companions kept telling me to be more quiet, but what in the nine hells do they expect, I’m nearly up to my impressive dwarven abs in wet muck, so how do expect me to stay quiet? I CAN’T be any more quiet! Soon we decided to send Robyn north of the stone column to create a diversion, before we attacked the leaders standing atop the Queen’s Stone. After taking them out Fin severed their heads as well, and then placed them atop the stone column, before carving another message atop the stone – “You Were Warned!”. Then we quietly departed into the distant fog.

Entry 6:
Finally after fourteen days we spot the small village of Hommlet on the horizon. Sent Robyn ahead to scout out the situation. Guard patrols walk the streets, but their numbers seem to range from four to six men per patrol, a manageable number if trouble should arise. After a quick discussion we agree to follow the river into town before taking up refuge underneath a local bridge. There we sat in near silence, or as silent as a dwarf can be expected to be anyway, while listening in on the various conversations of passerby’s up above. It appears that the town folk are now living in fear. Many folks now dread what may lay ahead in their future, and all hope seems to be diminishing quickly. One group of guards were overheard expressing their dislike of Hommlet, and expressed hope that they might be reassigned to the army to the south sometime soon. His companions seemed less optimistic however.

Entry 7:
We made our way to the castle walls in the southeastern corner of Hommlet. Guards stood at the manor entrance, and visible holes in the walls show the tell tale signs of a siege. We suspected that Lieutenant Ballister of the Queen’s Army may have taken up residence there. We approached using the trees for cover before charging the guards. The guards met us outside the large manor gates as arrows assaulted us from the nearby building. But things seemed well at hand until Altain disappeared inside the manor behind enemy lines. Damn fool, all I could think of was how he’s going to get himself killed, I swear! Then he suddenly appeared near Fin a few short seconds later, but much worse for the wear if I do say so myself. Then, just as quickly, a nine foot tall angel suddenly appeared right behind Altain. But this angel was different than any other I had ever heard of, as it seemed to radiate an essence of pure evil, and it soon sheathed itself in a cloak of chromatic colors that inflicted severe pain unto any who dare strike. The angel also carried two large swords and struck Altain repeatedly until unconscious, and if not for Fin’s gift of healing from the god’s he would have most assuredly perished. It was also in this battle that we finally killed Lieutenant Ballister who we believe to be in charge of the occupying forces of Hommlet. The battle had quickly turned into one we will not soon forget, and we count ourselves fortunate to still be alive.

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