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Christopher Melville

(only to be used as in game knowledge by those who previously knew about the event)

The Flower

I had not been to the Grey Isles but once or twice before, not because I have avoided them, but rather, because I have not often been presented with the chance to adventure there. The isles are often spoken of in a foreboding tone, shrouded in fear and uncertainty. Conversely, I find them a fascinating place filled with mysteries. Ergo, it was not the destination of my trip that made me uncomfortable, but rather my transportation. Since the first time I set foot on a boat I have disliked them; the murky cloak of the sea and dangerous confinement of the vessel makes me uneasy (ironic that my brother married an Amazon). While I have become more skilled than I was then, I still prefer teleportation. Never-the-less, I was part of this mission and I was not about to let water stop me.

As I walked on board I felt comforted because I was surrounded by those that I had come to know as family: My brother, Chunky, his wife, George, my beloved husband, Snikelfritz, and The Golden Twilight, who, even being a boat, thought of me as her mother. As we slowly drifted out of the harbor I stood by the railing, twirling between my fingers a delicate white flower which I had picked during the calmer hours of the day. After tiring of watching it dance high above the waves I set it down on the sleek wood railing where I expected it to be quickly blown away. But, before the wind could have its toy, Snikelfritz had picked it up, and set it behind his ear. The flower looked silly peeking out from under his hair, but also beautiful.

We arrived at the isles with ease, not much later than we had set out. Our mission was to unravel the mysteries left by Grisodemdal. We had come to this island in particular with the intent of using a key left to us by a deceased friend. We had been there before and knew that the deadly apparition guardian meant us no harm. Once past, we continued to the center of the dilapidated mage school where the stone tablet sat. This grand key raised the tablet until a door in it was exposed.

Once inside, the chamber lowered to reveal three hallways. At the end of each was a room with a lever and a golem. One by one the golems were fought, and the levers pulled. Snikelfritz, being the best equipped to deal with them, was the only one to fight the golems. The first, as it tends to happen, was an easy battle. A ring was found on its finger and taken. The second was a great deal harder. This golem threw weapons with enough force to kill even the strongest of warriors. My experienced barbarian dodged each blow while I stood in the hallway cringing at each narrow miss. Eventually, it was taken down, and the crown on its head was gained. There was one golem, one item, and one lever left.

Snikelfritz entered the room in confidence, and I proceeded to watch in horror as time seemed to inch past. I cannot remember much about the golem except that it used a double bladed battle staff that reeked of magic and that once the battle started to drag on, it flexed its second set of arms and began using them. Eventually, my husband fell and I could feel my heart beat even harder. For minutes I stood there helplessly, knowing that I could not even damage this beast. Once Snikelfritz regained consciousness and allowed his body the short time it needed to recover, he pulled the lever and ran from the room. Looking at me and I could tell he wanted to try again to get the weapon. I looked back at him, and with my eyes, pleaded for him to stay.

“The flower,” he said, reaching behind his ear. I noticed it was gone, but wondered why it mattered.

“I have to go back for it.”

I looked into the room and saw the flower lying daintily by the golem’s feet.

“But it’s just a flower,” I answered.

“I have to.”

“Please,” I begged, “Don’t. I don’t care about the flower, I don’t care about the weapon, I don’t care about any of this. But I care about you. Please. Don’t.”
“I have to.”

I suddenly realized that it was that simple; he had to. I threw my arms around him, battling back thoughts that this might be the last time I did, and kissed him holding back tears of fear and of love. He entered the room cautiously and explained that he only wanted the flower. The golem leaned down, picked up the flower and held it out to him. Snikelfritz took the flower and carefully placed it behind his ear once more. Then the creature gripped its weapon and did what it was put there to do.
The rest is a blur. A battle ensued, and at the end, the golem still stood. The details my mind never did grasp, but the feeling of being in my husband’s arms I never lost. He escaped the room once more, and this time with the flower.

Readings from the Book of Creann

We all traveled out in a small band. There were five of us this brisk morning. Terin, D’murr, Goblin, the nameless elf, and I. the destination was unknown to all of us but the elf. He said it was a shrine and may be guarded. Immediately Goblin and I were intrigued. having our hearts set on becoming merchants, we say inevitable profit. Not to mention the elf, like many others was not the brightest and way too trusting.( Article 2, Passage 1
“Trust only those that have earned it properly” so says the Book of Creann)

After a ways travel up the river we came upon a small structure with an even smaller entrance. So being the one good with words, I convinced the near weaponless elf to enter first.(Article 2, Passage 2 “Why do something yourself when someone else is willing to die disarming the traps for you.” so says the Book of Creann) He exited just as quickly as he entered. Claiming there were giant snakes and they were not happy. So I convinced Terin to go in. Terin being a wolf rider with an extremely good nose new the snakes were there and didn’t want to go in with out a little back up.

We traveled back to town where goblin and I purchased two scrolls of Inferno. One of my personal favorites. traversing back we encountered some orcs that didn’t put up much of a fight. I told the party to wait outside as I went in to defeat the snakes single handedly.( Article 2, Passage 3, “Convince others of your power without exerting much at all.” so says the Book of Creann) Followed by a few explosions, I exited and told them it was safe to enter. We all went in and notice a small pedestal. it had some golden coins
placed upon it. Maybe four or five, I cant remember but they all fit in one hand without making it noticeable. So Terin took no interest and nor did goblin. The rest of us though the rest were intrigued. So I read magic on the alter and it was definitely powerful.

I told the elf to make a donation. A petty four gold he placed down, but luckily in a nice pile so I placed the five I took of to begin with plus another six and as I lifted my hand his gold was gone. I told him the god or goddess must have accepted his donation. He put the rest he had down and a potion. Nothing happened. So I took my gold back and so did he. Goblin was next to try. nothing happened for him either. I was rather mad I didn’t get the rest of the pathetic donation by the even more pathetic elf.

I said to them, “ We should get this pedestal to a jewel smith he’d pay well for it.” And without more thought than that the Elf and goblin lifted the pedestal and walked out with it. .(Article 2, Passage 2 “Why do something yourself when someone else is willing to die disarming the traps for you.” so says the Book of Creann) So on the banks of the
river something stirred. Terin smelled and ran like a dog he once was. Me being the only one that noticed took a second look around the temple. Lots of aquatic symbols and such meant nothing at the time but soon it became clear, clear as water...

So I returned only to see the Elf, D’murr, and Goblin being dragged into the river. I proudly walked up to the bank of the river and grabbed a pebble. I took several steps back so if something were to arise I could smite it. I tossed the pebble. I took so long for that wookie rock to fall but once it did, I will never forget the horror of fourteen tentacles rushing out of the water at once.( Article 4, Passage 1, “Don’t throw rocks into the water, You never know what the water will throe back.” so says the Book of Creann.) I stood my ground long enough to grab my hammer. Then I moved a lot faster than any large built person has before. I took a few good swings before I threw my enormous two handed
hammer to cripple on arm and tangle a few up. then I turned and accepted my punishment. The sight of an enormous beak full of your party members remains is something that will haunt me forever. Or until I drink a little more.

One thing is certain a demi-god Kraken is something you shouldn’t mess with. We all made it back without our bodies except the great poet D’murr. may his soul rest in the eternal waves and swells of the

Thanks for making this thread, Chris. I was going to, but I wasn't sure how public you wanted it to be. Here's a story by Talys. (I don't actually remember everything that well, so if anyone wants to correct any details, feel free.)

The Dark City – Part I

It has been so long since that day, yet the memory remains, etched into my inner sight as sharply and clearly as a newly dipped quill. I was young, then, still eager, still filled with righteousness and self-importance. I remember how proud I was, to be hand-picked as the life mage for the short-notice assault on Celendil. When I heard that we were all to be teleported straight to Feanorion, my heart filled with excitement, nearly covering the fear that was welling up from beneath it. I bustled about, with the funds I had been issued, buying mana potions and preparing for war.

As I gathered together with my companions, I could tell that they were as excited as I was. It seemed to be the perfect time to attack, with Lord Nelorian as the leader of the troops. He had recently obtained the Orb of the Elder Magus; while I was fuzzy on the details, I knew that this orb was extremely powerful, capable of making Righteous Aura completely free to cast. We would also be fighting under the Flag of Justice, giving everyone in the party Ward and Might Mace. With these powerful tools at our disposal, how could we possibly lose? Fidgeting with anticipation, I closed my eyes, as the storm mages blinked us out of existence for a short time.

When my vision returned to me, I was greeted by the sight of a busy outpost. I was in Feanorion, and there was no time to lose. I was quickly told that I would be in the main task force, sent to attack the bridge at Shadowguard. Our mission was to push back any troops from the Dark City attempting to overtake the Celeroth River. The lieutenant I spoke to warned me that I may witness terrible things, the twisted results of evil experiments. I gripped my glaive tightly, and tried to look stoic. I'm not entirely certain I succeeded, for the soldier clapped me on the shoulder and told me not to worry. After all, I was a life mage. Defeating the undead was my specialty, was it not? I decided not to tell him that I had only recently learned Rebirth, and had not had much practice with the spell.

Putting these doubting thoughts out of my mind, I went to my group and together we began to move out. Looking around, I recognized few in the party. They were all either soldiers from Feanorion or fellow recruits from Eines Mien, but I had never worked directly with any of them. Regardless, they were my compatriots, and it was my duty as a life mage and a citizen to protect them with my life. I made a private oath as we walked along, an oath that each and every one of them would return from this battle alive.

We drew nearer to Shadowguard, and immediately, I could sense a change in the atmosphere. A hushed, unnatural silence fell over our group; we could all feel the darkness emanating from across the river. In the distance, a black, roiling mass began to billow towards us. As it slowly moved closer, I began to be able to pick out individual soldiers in the enemy army. But these were no ordinary soldiers; they were abominations. I could only stare with horror as they slowly advanced. Among them were battle bones, hunched and gaunt, and skeletal giants, towering high above the crowd. Zombified, mutated troops marched shoulder to shoulder with death knights in their blackened armor. Around the edges flitted wraiths, eyes glowing hungrily, and I thanked Pelor that I had remembered to take dreamgrass; if the fiends were invisible, it would be even more terrifying.

I swallowed hard, and tried to seize back the confidence that I had held only a few moments ago. This proved harder than I expected, since my courage had retreated as soon as the dark army had appeared on the horizon. Soon, shouts of "Stand together!" ricocheted among the shaken troops. Armored forms huddled around me, and I smiled at their consideration. Their willingness to protect me strengthened my resolve to protect them in return.

Suddenly, the battle was upon us. My comrades made a valiant effort to keep me in the middle, but soon, the merciless blows of the undead soldiers forced us to scatter. I found myself alone, isolated from the rest my the desperately fighting companions. Panicked, I flailed my glaive wildly, casting Rebirth in random directions in an effort to keep the enemies away from me. The snarling, hulking forms eventually drew back, after I was joined by an Archer wielding a bow of Righteous Aura. Panting with relief, I smiled at the bowman, gulped down a full mana restore and threw myself back into the fray.

After a few minutes of frantic combat, I began to glimpse more and more of Feanorion's legions around me. We seemed to be winning; the army-wide enchantments were working in our favor. The soldiers were bludgeoning their way through the evil legions, their hammers and maces glowing with a shared light. Some ran to and fro, keeping a constant glow of Righteous Aura around them. We inched further and further to the west, eventually feeling the wood of the Shadowguard bridge beneath our feet. I stared past the battling troops. Behind them, the Alon forest loomed. I thought I could see something massive, some colossal tree made of bone crashing its way towards us.

Before I could shout a warning, the skeletal ent faltered. Around it, trees began to glow, and all at once, they moved. Enveloped in a divine light, the very forest itself began to fight back. I soon lost sight of the lone ent, and I dismissed it as a hallucination. I would not know how wrong I was until long after the battle was over.

Having taken the bridge, we began to feel exceedingly confident. We had managed to defeat everything so far, and had only suffered minimal losses, whom I had quickly restored. Our luck was about to change. Looking to the edge of the group, I glimpsed a shadowy Wraith slinking up behind the Archer I had previously seen. Before I could shout a warning, the Wraith burst out of the ethereal plane and struck, felling the man in a single blow. I ran towards them, trying to stop the ghostly figure from dealing any more damage, but it was too late. Before I could reach them, the Wraith had snatched up the bow of Righteous Aura and flown off. I gritted my teeth, and ran faster.

Before I could reach the fallen, now bowless Archer, there was a sudden change in the battle. The soldiers shouted and began to retreat. I was so focused on saving the dead man that I didn't hear the fear in their voices, didn't notice what was happening. At least, until the Carakwaith stepped in front of me with a terrible smile. It was Eclipse, the vampiric life mage. My mind went blank with sheer, unbridled terror. Before I knew what was happening, I was sprinting in the opposite direction, thinking of nothing but escape.

Carakwaith. How could I have expected any less? Yet I was unprepared to deal with even one. Even in my fear, I cursed myself for abandoning my companion, but my feet would not heed me. It was no spell, no unnatural compulsion that was making me run. It was simply my own weakness. Before I could run much further, though, I saw a terrible sight. Another Carakwaith, Fish, blocking my retreat.

I skidded to a stop and froze, glancing frantically back and forth between the two. Before I could think of what to do, an earth-shattering roar pierced the sounds of combat. Down flapped an immense green dragon, blocking out the sky. For once thinking quickly, I used the distraction and dodged around Fish, again running. This time, the rest of the army followed; they were smart enough not to get in a dragon’s way. We were not expecting the dragon to follow us.

After slowly and deliberately gliding toward us, the dragon landed with a loud thump, effectively blocking the undead for a short time. It glared, acidic smoke trailing from its nose. We waited, holding our breath. We weren’t prepared to deal with a dragon; we had expected only undead troops. Was it hostile? Was it on our side? There was no way to tell. After a few moments of frantic silence, the dragon spoke a single word.

“Disband.”

I could only stare. What did it mean? Was it a threat? The soldiers appeared to think so, for several of them stood tall and refused. After a few seconds, I slowly shook my head as well. Even if a dragon disliked it, I thought, I must stay and fight for Feanorion. What a fool I was.

The dragon looked even more disgruntled, and then demanded we hand over our magic items. Even more certain that it was trying to bully us, the soldiers again refused. This seemed reasonable to me. How could we stand a chance against undead without any magic? I clutched my glaive, and shook my head a second time.

With a flurry of movement, the dragon took off, flying straight towards us. We flinched, and several men threw themselves on the ground in an attempt to dodge, but at the last second the dragon rose over our heads and flew on. “Fools! Renounce your allegiance,” it cried.

Like the stubborn, empty-headed idiot I was, I refused a third time. Then, before we could return to battle, a hideous noise filled the air. It was a crackling, sparking sound, moving in waves among us. Looking wildly to find the source, I stared in horror. Every magic item, every enchanted weapon, all were falling into a thousand tiny pieces. Now I could understand. The dragon was not threatening us, it was warning us. Something, a curse, must have been put upon the entire party. Since we remained in allegiance with Lord Nelorian, we remained in his party, and suffered the consequences. For the second time that day, I cursed myself for my own stupidity.

Suddenly, we were utterly defenseless against the legions of Celendil. Our weapons were gone, and even the skills granted to us had disappeared. It was only later that I would find out about the masked flaw the Orb had harbored, unforging every magic item for miles. All we could do was make a hasty retreat. I escaped alive, but many were not so lucky. All the fallen soldiers were quickly animated and added as zombies to the undead troops.

It took me a long time to forgive myself for that day. I resolved to protect the good, destroy the evil, and always trust the wisdom of dragons. Now, I may be unable to destroy any longer, but to protect, to heal, to help, has always been my ideal. I hope to continue to be a shield, to keep my friends out of harm’s way, for as long as I live.

(To be used as a story and nothing else)

The first encounter

This story I am about to tell you shows the hardships of war, Incompetence, and a memory that is far in the past:
I was young, no more then 25 then when I bore the responsibilities of the great sun god Pelor and was under the orders of the galiant and respectful hobbit "underground" and the Rightous Paladins. I had heard the stories and had studied my enemies, the undead of Celendil et Necref. I was eager to be recruited for the task by the Palidans of attacking the undead but alas the offer never came. I was furious I was prepering for so long to go to the front.
I was sulking around when I got a message that the Hobbits wanted to speak to me. I thought why would they want me now? As I was approaching the nobal leader I realized something, he was suited for battle! I was summoned to be in his force of heros! I always envied the heros, hearing about stories of their triumpths, but I never thought I would be with them! I thought to myself why would he get me for this task? I later found out that he wanted more healing in the group(I thought "oh I am just going to be a medic") but later I found he recruited me because he saw me as a decent fighter! I never thought of myself as a good fighter but at times I could hold my own.
He told me to prepare. How was I supposed to prepare for that! I was a pretty competent Paladin I geuss, just getting miraculous recovery and all. So I left for the local market place...
Suddenly I was rushing around grabing my armor buying mana potions (and almost purchasing healing potions until I realized what I was doing). I straped on my armor That was brand new! I had proven myself worthy to my family and got a chest full of gold and equipment. I slung my mace and chain in my belt and summoned my most prized possesion. It is a magical sword from my home land they are known as "Fedelins Blaze of Fury" I loved that sword, I was well prepared( I thought)... through my studying I remember that some undead can leave the material plane into the ethereal world. so I purchased a herb that allows a person to see them when they disappear. I felt very proud of myself for remembering that.
Now I was ready, I received a message to report to the storm mages guild. Then I realized we were teleporting, what a thrill! Now I gotta tell you teleporting is not my favorite thing. As we leave it was like a morph of two locations seeing the room we leave and then another room melts into view, we are there. The group that I came with got their various instructions, finally I was told to meet the heros I was going to fight with in a building not far from where I was. I did not have very much difficulty navagating my way through the city. When I found my comrades I was amazed to see so many people an archer with a very fine bow, a life mage with a glaive that had runes on the blade, a couple men in fullplate, and other various people that have unfortunalty left my memory, but all were very intimidating. As I was observing the heros something very unexpected happend, I found another paladin. He was less experianced than me and was their to watch a heros back. The plan was made we were to take the bridge over a river to the west.We were also informed that there is a very special flag being flown for the army and all get might mace and ward, I was familiar with might mace even though I was not trained for that skill but ward had to be explained to me by the life mage who was accompaning us. I did not realize at that time being pretty inexperienced with magic items but after I was at awe for that flag giving a whole army strength to destroy undead.
We were ready as we ever could be with the knowledge we had. We depart marching with elves persistant to get their back from the blight that the undead are and humans to right the wrong of lost territory. Marching to the battle I grip onto my sword with antisipation, I have been waiting a long time to prove my usefulness in battle. Suddenly a solid mass emerges "this is it" I think. The closer we get to them the better I can see the individual creatures. I smile, I've run into these before and I know how to deal with them. Suddenly we charge and the battle starts, we try to stay as a solid mass to be more effective but as the battle rages the group seems to be fighting their own battles. I've taken down a few to my delight, it seems like we are slicing through the masses with a moderate amount of effort. Then more troops come, there are zombie gaints in the mass I feel quite smart for remembering that when in that state they do not have their inate abilities... well I thought I was right. As they approached they started smashing troops like a regular giant would, I was shocked! Later I was informed that Celendil et necref had figured out a way to animate them with skills. But surprisanly it did not falter most of the heros.
The battle was going well for us I thought because we were rapidly advancing, then we hit something not thought of by myself, carakraith. I heard storys of a band of about 13 heros that were turned into vampire champions but I didn't know If it was true, but at that moment it was very clear to me that they were real. When they came upon the party I went full defencive whenever around them, one disappeared then I realized what was happening and threw the herb into my mouth and swallowed it rapidly. It was weird seeing them this way almost majestic, then they would return to the material plane and show the vile creature they were turned into. Then another great insident that completely caught me off gaurd, a dragon came swooping down! It was emerald green and very stern in the face as it said "disband!" I almost fell over by its booming voice! As I retreated away from it I encountered more undead and resumed with the battle. Once again the Dragon spoke saying "you fools disband! Renounce you alliance!" thinking this as rubbish I ignored it, that is something will never do again, to ignore a dragon's words is to put a blight upon yourself. As the battle ensued a blast was heard and then came a shockingly huge aura. With the huge undead disracted I struck it with my beloved sword. When the aura hit me the sword was lodged in the undead and their was a single whisper that I heard in the air "It was masked" and my sword blew up and the undead fell to the ground dead from my swords magical blast. I panicked and ran with my flail in my hand. Later on when recovering the party and I found out that there was a man, one of the leaders of the battle carrying a magical orb. It was masked by an evil magic and burst destroying all items of allied forces for miles. I was devasted as most of the heros, I had that sword for most of my life up to then and now it I shards stuck into the remains of an undead.
Through that battle I learned the meaning of war. The different hardships I went through after the battle were nothing compered to that day. As I grew I got stronger of course and acuired magical items that I adore, even though I have those I still have an attachment to the first of my magical objects, the Fedelins Blaze of Fury.

Hello all you Chroniclers and students of history. I have recently finished a World History of Roekron entitled A Footnote from Arandur Artano which "briefly summarizes a few events" as Arandur would say. Please feel free to use it and the supporting articles as references for your own Chronicles as well as in game knowledge everyone would know. You can like directly to the pdf here

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Readings from the Book of Creann

(Excerpt from the teachings of Creann Lottorn)

Articles 2-4
Article 2- Common guide lines
Article 3- Teachings of Uhg
Article 4- Riples of Knowledge

Article 2- Common Guide Lines

Article 2, Passage 1, “Trust only those that have earned it properly” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 2, “Why do something yourself when someone else is willing to die disarming the traps for you.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 3, “Convince others of your power without exerting much at all.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 4, “Never back down from what you think is what should be done, no matter what the circumstances or the out come” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 5, “Act before you think, you will be surprised how much is accomplished.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 6, “The best way to get things done is to do them bad, that way someone else will do it for you.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 2, Passage 7, “Instill the feeling of impending doom on all you meet and they will trewat you as you deserve.” so says the Book of Creann


Article 3- Teachings Of Uhg

Article 3, Passage 1, “Tred every step and open every door with the caution of a mouse taking cheese of a trap.” so says the Book of Creann(Via UHG)
Article 3, Passage 2, “Keep ones personal life pesonal and ones profesional life seperate, to protect your loved ones, aswell as yourself.” so says the Book of Creann(Via UHG)
Article 3, Passage 3, “Always remember SMASH!!!” so says the Book of Creann(Via UHG)
Article 3, Passage 4, “Never forget SMASH!!!” so says the Book of Creann(Via UHG)
Article 3, Passage 5, “Never try to smash somthing that shouldn’t be smashed.” so says the Book of Creann(Via UHG)

Article 4- Ripples of Knowledge
Article 4, Passage 1, “Don’t throw rocks into the water, You never know what the water will throe back.” so says the Book of Creann.
Article 4, Passage 2, “Tranquility is the way, until the rapids break the peace then show the power.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 3, “Never ignore a gift no matter the size or from whom it comes from.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 4, “The best offering is one’s self, and never for profiet or to gain power.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 5, “To pass up the opertunity of a lifetime will cost you your life. So don’t pass it up.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 6, “Love is something we all can share, do so generously.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 7, “Nothing is ever completely negative.” so says the Book of Creann
Article 4, Passage 8, “Remember the only weakness is accepting you have one at all.” so says the Book of Creann

The other Secret of Celindil

To this day the story of the first siege of Celindil et Necronef is a common one. Known throughout every inn in Roekron. The story is most definitely true, but here is how that unfortunate day unfolded for myself and an elite few willing to take a risk and try to end the war from the inside. Although in my old age my memory plays some of the worst tricks so I must warn you beforehand that though the whole story is accurate a bit here or there may be a smidge off…
The day before we laid siege to Celindil I was told of a secret underground cave passage leading into the heart of Celindil, one only known by high wood elf officials. That night as I lay awake, I was polishing my full plate and sharpening all of my weapons to try and calm my nerves when I thought of what good could come from this passage way. It was only accessible from the Celeroth River, so we could only sail to it, but in doing so we would have to go through or very close to the war ships sailing along the river, the only way that would be possible is if we had a warship, but if we happened to make it past the ballista’s we would lose the element of surprise that would be so instrumental this small side attack to work. That meant that we had to take a small boat so that we could hopefully slip past the ships and get into the cave undetected. That was it I decided, the next day I asked two of the craziest and fearsome fighters I know. Snigelfritz, the hobbit barbarian, considered small even by his fellow hobbits. But nonetheless, he can take down some of the fiercest foes that you could imagine. He eagerly accepted and asked if Revan was coming. When I asked Revan he too wanted to go, ready to bring vengeance to the undead. Revan by the way is a small type of elf who almost bears a resemblance to a wolf, but while wielding a bow definitely shares a wolfs savagery in combat. That day when everybody was expecting to go in for a head on assault, I asked all of my closest friends who have proven themselves in battle so many times if they would be willing to go with me. Surprisingly quite a few said they would help. Although in my old age I can not remember who all was in this party, but I do know that I thought we were small enough to sneak in, and strong enough to kill Broden.
As we watched all of our other friends march out with the main army we started out toward the small bout that was set aside for us. The minute that we all got on the boat it started to move, speeding toward the Dark City at an uncomfortably fast pace to be going toward such an awful place, but I would rather get there fast than be spotted by the ships going slow. As we skirted around the battle ships and closed in on the northern side of the Celeroth I could see a small cave that I knew at once to be our destination. At first I couldn’t see any shapes, and I hoped that Broden hadn’t learned of this cave, but as we moved in I could see them there. Almost waiting for us. There were so many undead there it was like a small army. At this site my heart started to race, I couldn’t think of anything but how this would fail, and then at that moment Snigelfritz came up beside me, radiating with his joy for combat.And that’s when I realized that we were fully equipped and trained to do this. Finally when we docked I rushed off the boat with all of my comrades at my side, killing every undead that was lucky enough to get in my path, because next to me was Snigelfritz, gracefully whirling about with both of his Burning sticks igniting almost every thing they touched. As we cut deeper into the heart of Celindil we saw what strikes fear into the heart of men, A Carakwaith. Before I could feel fear I sized her up, realizing at once from her bow and armor that it was Braids. This was perfect, a vampire. As everyone started to back away I started to move forward, readying myself to the thing I’m best at. Killing vampires; before I could make my move Snigelfritz rushed past me in a battle frenzy. Unfortunately for him, Braids charmed him before he could swing his first attack. That was when I started to feel fear. I knew I could take one of them, but not both. That is when I saw Revan stealthing up behind Braids. He nodded at her and I nodded at our hobbit companion. At that moment I rushed him, as Revan unleashed the most destructive volley of arrows in one shot I have ever seen. In one shot he took her down, releasing the hobbit from her charm. Almost at once after she had fallen a green dragon broke through the roof, telling us to
“Disband”.
“Give me all of your magic items”.
“Renounce your allegiance”.
“Disband”.
This was definitely the first and the last time I will ever disregard what a dragon tells me, and if you are smart you would take my advice, do whatever a dragon tells you.
And as quickly as he had entered he left, flying through the roof. With the fallen Carakwaith now in our possession and the dragon out of our way, we went back to our boat, to leave her there so that no undead would get a hold of her, or reanimate her.
Now with one Carakwaith down and most of the tunnel cleared out we all started at a light arrogant jog away from our ship, and onward into the heart of Celindil, when a white light started off in the distance to the west, growing in brightness and coming quickly at us. This is a light that to this day I still wake up to in the middle of the night, for when it reached up it unforged all of the magic items that we had in the party. In that one instant, the spoils of so many battles for all of us up until this point were lost. But after the light faded and our sight was restored we could all see, the items with us from the Grey Isles were completely untouched, and our items from Sericonia were reforging themselves. With nearly all of our power over the undead gone they come swarming down the tunnel, at this sight no fear was instilled in my heart, because I knew that we had some mages and warriors with there mages with us, no, all I could feel was the overpowering agony that I would not get my one clean shot at Broden. Knowing that we now could not kill him we slowly backed out and retreated back across the Celeroth. After that horrible incident when we were sitting at our favorite inn, and talking about the battle, did I learn that the light that unforged all was a masked curse laid deep in the orb of the elder magus, which was released when it crossed the lines into Celindil territory. Though many lives were lost, and the dark city captured a lot of the land we once held firm, I could only revel in the thought of how I would once more get a chance to kill Broden, but next time we would be stronger and more cautious.

Hello all:

This is just a reminder that we need people to Chronicle not only current adventures but past ones as well. Remember that you get an experience point attributed to the character of your choice when you do a Chronicle so those of you who need one or two more experience points to level up and get your deaths to equal you level... start writing. While it might seem unimportant to you, to the new players and those who were on a differenent quest or don't come on that day, it is a wealth of knowledge. Thanks.

Christopher

The Dragon


ON our way out to the far east as we were walking we saw a very large shape in the distance. it looked like it was coming toward us, not at a particularly fast rate, but it was still coming. once it got closer we could see that it was a golden dragon. Since it was just loping around we thought that it wasn’t hostile, so we started to move around it, I never like to get close to anything that can kill me without even trying. Just something I do. But as it got closer, it started looking at all of the party members including myself very interestingly. After identifying our magic items it became very interested, and started to throw elder sorcery balls of unglued loot. Once this started we all ran, not wanting to get our important/legendary items from being taken. Upon its departure we kept on walking, and ran into a large golden shape that was lying in the ground. Once we got closer we recognized it was another dragon, not as strong as the other, but a dragon nonetheless. Upon learning that it wasn’t as powerful as we thought it was i decided to attack it since its claws couldn’t cut through my armor, and the only spells it had were elder sorcery, which is easy enough to dodge when you are of my small size. Along with me came the saurg Veteran, and the scorpion "journeyman" once the battle started to heat up the veteran went back to protect the life mage who was warding our stuff so we could damage the dragon. So as the two "journeymen" stood face to face with a golden dragon i got the bright idea of using a "scroll" of flash ball. And with one lucky shot i hit the dragon and as he fell we struck down on him, but failing to remember he could regenerate waited to long before we could take down all of his hit points. When he got back up I used another "scroll" of flash ball, taking him down again, and hacked at him along with the scorpion with such ferocity that he could not recover fast enough. Once I dealt the final killing blow, I used my “ring” of bury but the beast burst back to life, breathing its horrible breath that dishonored me seven times. Once he was back up we had to regroup. But by this time another group of adventurers had stumbled on our dragon, and started fighting us. In the crossfire the dragon was hit with a warded death ray, Falling to the ground. Once I saw this I ran faster than I thought I could, to use my other “ring” of animate dead to animate the dragon under my control. Now hiding behind a high level circle of protection with a ghost of a dragon, we were faced with our other problem, the three almost guild master evil adventurers. As I tried to push out of the circle of protection to go kill the others that were trying to take my dragon the dim witted Saurg had to stop me. I don’t know why, but I don’t care. Mean while the life mage snuck out the back of the circle of protection, and put the soul of the dragon into its body, but it regenerated before I could animate it again, and flew off. I listened to my party and we walked away from an unnecessary battle. Possibly the dumbest thing in the world since we could have won, but being a “journeyman” being in good standings with your party is important.

Psst... Clay... the first dragon was a blue dragon. That's kinda important since there's been events centered around it recently.

what ever your suposed to chronicle what your charecter thought happened. i thought it was gold

Hello Clay:

Great Post! I hope more people rememeber to write the adventures down and get experience points for them now that summer is on. Keep up the good stuff.

Christopher

Chronilce of Cieto Sharpclaw

I set out with a few friends Talis the Life giver, that crafty hobbit that owns that creepy scorpion, and teh ever handy inkkeeper Mira. We were headed to the inner sea or sumthing, i wasnt to sure i went along to get the thought of my recently disbanded clan out of my head. So on the journey the Life giver cast a most powerfull spell upon me and then i was almost invinceable. it was a new feeling. She is little more than a food animal but she could be worthy of clanship. Maybe a new clan can sooth my recent pain. Well we passed a couple hobbits who seemed rather turned off by the small but exceedingly powerfull party. We didnt give them a second look. We pressed on and there was an eire fog. with the Life givers spell i feared nothing. I steped foreward into the fog, and then got the coldest shiver down my spine. i took my herbs. Two specters then came into my view and as i tried to attack them two skull warriors jumped me wiht swift sleep and warded slays. we got worked but then the Life giver raises her hand and places a barrier that nothing can pass through. And the fog seemed to be steaming as a Firey deamon came up to the berrier and cast a spell of pain and torment upon it. I tore a whole in the sheild and there was lots of pain. i had some laps in memory from it but i still kinda have this urge to take peoples mana. huh dunno. i woke to the Life giver complaining about some ring and a sword. She said the demon took it. The only way we were gonna find it is if we obtained the pathfinder item Ravenwing. the Legendary sword of Morganti vs undead. It had the soul of a LE Dark Angel in it and i was the only one able to weild it so we marched down into the catacombs of the temple to the Lady of the Longsword. We pushed our way through some pathetic undead, zombies and such. Well then the silver golem spoke to me asked my alignment and then after knowing my teir showed me the way to the sword. Ravenwing was so beautiful... very intimidating but beatiful. i returned to Mira, the life giver, and the hobbit and the soul in the sword recognized the hobbit. showed me some rather odd images of the food animal and the angel doing some odd things. but we took the sword back out and found the ring on the deamon. I walked up took a potion of adreniline and charged in there, they tried to swift sleep me and i morganti fucked them up. The demon turned to run and i swung Ravenwing with faith that the angels hatered of undead would guide it. with one swing i took the demon and evicerated him. Nearly cut him in two. The other undead were nothing after that. The sword blessed me by letting me use some of its skills. He maybe be evil but he still hates undead as do I. the Life giver and the hobbit both are here to tell their story but for that poor inkeeper gave her soul so that we could retrieve the Life givers sword and ring. We will not forget you.

Excerpt from the Journal of “Chief” the toiroar. Only in-game knowledge to anyone who was in the party that found him or who wants to go ask him about it.

So I was walking through the market looking for beads when this lizardy horse thing stops me. He says,
“Hey, you wanna make some gold?” an’ I says,
“You can make gold!?” since that’s pretty amazing, but I dunno, I never met a lizard-horse before. Well it turns out he was one of them people-horses wearing lizard skin. Kinda disappointing. Oh an’ then he said
“No, no, no. I mean earn some gold. Now be quiet!”
“Oh, ok” I says, more disappointed. I waited…An owl hooted. After a while he tells me he needs a bodyguard.
“You want me to guard a body?” I asked kinda confused. He said,
“Uhh… sort of. I want you to protect me, you know, fight off anyone who attacks me.” I told him I’m pretty good at fighting but he wanted to know if I was trained as an enforceful. I told him I can be pretty forceful
“No, an enforce-ER!”
“Oh, uh, no.” I didn’t know what he meant but I guess that meant I wansn’t.
“Hoot!” That owl was kinda annoying…
“Well then I can’t pay you too much… how good are you with that?” he asked pointing at Bumpy, my grampa’s old club.
“Good,” I says, “I had Bumpy e’er since I…”
“HOOT!!”
“…could holds it.”
“Good, good…” I was starting to get bored an’ that owl staring at me was starting to bug me, so I asked him,
“So how much you gonna p-“

I’m not sure what I said after that. But I woke up, which was funny since I don’t remember going to sleep, an’ my arm hurt real bad an’ I was kinda cold. Also it smelled real bad. Kinda dusty too. Then I opened my eyes. It was sorta dusty. Come to think of it I was pretty dusty, but the dust in my fur was kinda weird. It smelled all wrong, not like normal dust.
I was in some kinda room made out’a real cold stone. I stood up an’ bumped my head, which hurt. Then I figured out why my arm hurt. There was a chain holding it to the wall an’ it’d been up above my head. Well so I goes to take it off my arm an’ I can’t! it was all locked shut! Well so I go to bust it with Ol’ Bumpy but someone took it! Then I sees Bumpy sittin’ on my shield ova’ away from me on the ground. Well I try to grab Bumpy but my arms stuck on something. After a while I give up an’ sit down. I look around an’ see some bodies on the otha’ side a’ tha room I wondered if those were the bodies I was supposed ta guard but then I remembered I was supposed ta guard that people-horse. Then I saw he was one of tha bodies. Oh well I guess I didn’t guard him too good. My arm started hurting so I stood up. I hit my head an’ it started hurting again so I sat down.
I sat around for a while playing with the beads hanging off’a Ol’ Bumpy. I dunno how long it was but after a while I hear something outside an’ stand up. This door opens a little an’ this real little guy walks in. I guess he was a hobbit , not a gnome on account a’ he had his hair on his feet not his face. Well he comes in an’ looks at the bodies an’ then these see-through things are there an’ he fights ‘em. I think they were ghosts or somethin’. Well, I think to myself hey, maybe he can let me out. So after he stops fighting those things I says,
“Hey, can you let me go?” an’ he asks if I’m gonna attack him an’ I says I’m not. Why would I attack someone who’s letting me go anyways? So he hits the chain with his sword an’ it breaks. I dunno why I never thought a’ that.
Well he asks me to carry one a’ the bodies an’ I says sure cause I’m good an’ strong an’ it was real little. Well I takes the body out the door an’ there’s more people out there, bunch’a humans an stuff, some of ‘em wearin’ lots’a metal. The little guy asks me what my name is an’ I think for a while cause I dunno if he wants to know what people call me or what me real name is or what. Well he just decides to call me Chief an’ I decide I like that
Well they go inside an’ start talkin’ to the little guy an’ I hear ‘em say something ‘bout a trap an’ I guess they wanna move the bodies or somethin’ but pretty soon I hear a bell an’ there’s a kind of a flash an everyone comes out with the bodies kinda sad an’ sayin’ somethin’ about deing a lot which was weird since they looked fine. One guy said he could never die again which I thought was pretty impressive but he didn’t think so. Well then we all go back in an’ they start talking about visions an’ islands an’ islands in caves an’ caves in islands with islands in the island caves an’ I think there were some more islands. There mighta’ been some visions in a cave-island made of island caves. I dunno. Well then they start lookin’ at the walls, which was sorta weird, but after a while they decide they wanna break down this one wall. I figured their island with some caves in a cave was back there. Well I says I’ll do it but they don’t let me. Then they pull a brick out an’ look at it an’ groan. Then one’a the little guys in metal picks up some rocks an’ hucks ‘em at the wall. Atfter a bit the wall falls down an’ we go though.
Well we ended up in this room with these statues made outa’ wood an’ a buncha’ pictures on the walls. They were pretty I guess, there was an ocean an’ a desert an’ some grass an’ some cities an’ stuff. Well they started lookin at the pictures an’ I was gonna only I couldn’t get into the room. Some kinda see-through wall was in my way. I dunno, maybe it was made’a ghosts or somethin’. Well they look at the walls for a real long time again but I guess they found what they were lookin’ for cause the really little guy touched the wall an’ he disappeared! An’ all they statues started movin’ too! Well I decide I don’t like this place so much what with all the weird things that’s been happening. I decide I wanna hit some’a those statues, but I can’t on account’a the wall. Well the people fight the statues for a while an’ they kill ‘em all I guess cause they stop movin’ only there isn’t enough blood for them to be dead but I guess statues don’t bleed much. After that the little hobbit guy shows up again an’ asks everyone this real weird question an’ I try to help an’ I had an idea but then my headache came back an’ I forgot. Well he goes back an’ tries it again an’ then I guess we all musta’ disappeared cause we were in a different room but the pictures were the same an’ they did it all over again ‘cept with a different picture since the first one was gone. An’ they ever let me fight any of the statues, it was real boring but they gave me some bones to make beads with an’ I added ‘em to the string of beads an’ little skulls an’ stuff hangin’ on Bumpy.
Well they keep lookin’ at pictures an’ disappearing an’ asking eachother funny questions an’ disappearing again an’ fighting statues without me an makin’ all of us disappear. Sometimes I try to help with the pictures or somethin’ an’ they just say,
“No Chief, go back in the circle.” So I goes back to the ghost circle an’ wait since I don’t really know what they’re doin’ anyway. Well they keep doing this until there’s this big ol’ box but no more pictures.
The little woman who keeps touching the other people before they fight an’ healing em’ after if they got hurt tries to open it but she can’t. So walk up figurin’ they’ll probably tell me to go back but they say ok an’ I open it real easy. But then I feel kinda funny an’ everything goes gray. There’s a voice in my head an’ its askin’ me one of them questions. Something about runnin’ an’ roarin’ an’ never movin’ an’ havin’ no lungs Well I think about it real hard an’ think maybe it’s someone who got their lungs ripped out but that wasn’t it. So then I think that runnin’ an’ roarin’ sounds a lot like what I do cause I like runnin’ but I’ve got lungs an’ when I run I move a lot. So I think maybe it’s like when I’m runnin’ in my sleep but I guess that wasn’t it either cause I kinda woke up an’ all the statues were fightin’ again. It looked like fun but then somethin’ hit me an’ all I remember was bein’ real cold for a while an’ then all the statues were dead an’ I had missed it again.
Well then they tried the question after I told ‘em what I remembered an’ then they found some things an’ some dust in the box. They took the tings but left most of the dust.
After that we all walked outside an’ they did this thing an’ I felt kinda funny like that time I swallowed a bunch of butterflies when I was runnin’ only this time the butterflies made me fly! Well I followed them all they way back home an’ I dunno how much I liked flyin’ it was like runnin’ but it felt all wrong. But it was funny seeing everything so little under me! Well then I went back to the market an’ found some pretty good beads an’ that stupid owl was gone an’ none’a them horse-peoples talked to me. I guess all the weird stuff is over.

...I dont't think i like bodyguardin'...