Hahaha, I didn't seriously think you were going to chronicle that. Nice work.

haha thanks, it was fun and i leveled up

Travel's Of Revan Ashblood Vol. 1

My life has always been one of adventure and misdeeds. My first party that i remember consisted of a mortals named Creann, Goblin and a Dwarf that i don't care to think of. But i forget myself, my name is Revan Ashblood and i am 1/2 Wolf rider and 1/2 Wood elf. because of my mixed heritage i was always confused with my Wolf Rider half and the fact that I couldn't speak non-monster languages. My first party had this problem, and couldn't make the distinction of my true race.

Early in my career I went by the name of Terin, unwilling to use my real name for fear of power words. Only those that should be trusted could know my true name. As such i traveled and adventured in my earlier wanderings under the psuedonym Terin. It was close enough to Revan that I was comfortable. But here I am once again rambling, our first adventure was against a pack of goblins. Oh how I loved to watch them die, the little creatures would be lifted off the ground with every arrow, their shrill cries piercing the day stars light.

Soon after this hunt, we were joined by an Elf whose name has long since passed on into the sands of time. Once joined, the elf and I formed a sort of pact. He and I promised to become master archers together, a promise that i still hold dear to me. We had a string of successful campaigns against monsters and their like, Orcs, Ogres, Trolls and Giants fell before my party. The mortal Creann saving my life countless times, earning him my eteral gratitude and respect. But our party became over confident and trusted in Creann to much.

Creann told me that he and the others were going to a shrine that was recently discovered, I foolishly agreed to go, I should have stayed far away from the shrine. The way to the shrine was uneventful, upon reaching it however the elf discovered snakes inside. Creann left with Goblin to go back and get a scroll of somesort and once he came back killed the snakes, they were rather tastey. The rest of the party were playing around with the shrines altar, something that one usually doesn't do. Creann, I believe was stealing from the altar but I am not certain. The party then decided to take the shrine back to town, something that i frowned upon but was unable to convey.

Half way from town we were beset by a kraken, a hidious and vile creature under the control of the goddess of the shrine. Our party was quickly torn apart, with the elf being the first torn asunder by the tentacles. Creann was quick to follow me as we fled the beast, its stench lingered in my nose for weeks. The screams of my companions have yet to leave me.

Only to be used as in game knowledge by Bubbles... yeah, that's right.

The Hobbit Mafia

About twenty five years ago the Hobbit Mafia was formed by the great mage Bubbles. While I was supportive of the Mafia and knew many of the heroes in charge, I had no intention of joining it. Later that same year I married Snigelfritz, who happened to be third or fourth in command (I never really paid attention). I always felt it was a slightly powerful position, being the wife of one of the leaders, but I had never wished for more. Then things changed. Bubbles sought Death, Starwatcher died of old age and Snigelfritz left Hostor to train. While Bubbles, being the “hobbit” he is, came back, he had none of his skills. This left him as the respected founder and me as the feared leader.

The Mafia has been running smoothly up until lately. It was recently discovered the one of our guild master assassins has been sending recruits out on missions that they have not returned from, and magic items have been lost. This was an odd change in his behavior since he had always been loyal before. The same day Bubbles and I got this news a hero and member if the Mafia arrived back in town. He had been traveling with my good friend Talys, and had an explanation for what might have happened.

At the start of their journey to Hostor, Talys had attacked him with Elder Sorcery of “remove your soul,” but later denied it. When they arrived in Amir Ford, she was identified by arch mages and found to be lawful evil instead of lawful good. The curse was removed and a scroll was found on her with the mark of Goblin. We theorized that the same thing likely happened to our assassin.

The three of us discussed alternatives to a hit; if there is a possibility he could be brought back to our side, we should at least try. We decided to send for him and have a trap prepared with an aura affect that would remove any curse or charm that he had fallen ill to. In the midst of our planning I was interrupted by a messenger who said I was needed at the school, meaning a member of the Mafia needed to talk to me. I was busy with more important things and sent a messenger in my stead. Bubbles and I also decided to send for our other guild master assassin as a guise.

We waited.

The first assassin never showed up, and the second sent back a message saying, “I will be there, and I will be prepared.” He came with about seven other assassins (that we could see), all ready for a fight; their weapons were coated in widow’s poison. The trap was triggered and fourteen assassins sprung into action. Bubbles ducked under a table, our lackey took up a defensive position, and I turned into a tree after freezing everything around me. One person in the room stood still. In seconds the guild master called off his men and I reverted. It was too late for Bubbles; a deadly knife had hit its target.

After being brought back to life, Bubbles and I explained the situation; we wanted them to take out the other group of assassins. After grasping the extent of the situation, our guild master friend informed us that our vault of magical weapons had been moved and the thief who tried to check with me had been killed for going against his orders. I was also told that his body was left in my room to prove the job had been done.

When got to my room two students of mine were outside; they looked disturbed. I went in my room and found the body lying there. There was a slash across his throat. It was black. If I had the time I would have identified the body so I would know who it really was, but I would rather not have a morganti dispatched corpse around for that long. I quickly cast a spell and the body was gone, sent to sleep with the fishes. I left my room and asked my students what was wrong. They said they had come by to borrow a book, but the door had been left ajar and they noticed feet. They were not mine. I told them not to worry; I had gotten in late last night and kicked off my boots without bothering to put them away. The guy turned to me and asked if I could convince him of this and the girl took his hand and said, “I can convince you.” She then spoke in Elder Sorcery to change his thoughts while he stood there and let her.

With the problem dealt with, I locked my door and walked down the hall. I was relieved that at least that problem was dealt with. Down the hall I saw Talys, but she was walking next to Westly. He claimed to be showing Talys around the school, but when I told him that I was her friend and could do that, he said he had heard of a commotion and was coming to check it out. I told him the same story I told my students, but he detected that spells had been cast. He tried to identify what but could not. “Well, I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow when we discuss how much control the Wizards Trade Order should have over Elder Sorcery,” he said and left with a smile covering his annoyance. [/b]

The Last Tale of Brick

(ingame knowledge only to Squishface, Hootish, and Nick's Knight)
We began our journey from Esterock Keep, i was with Radriac the ranger who i had gone on many adventures with, and the healing woman known as Talys. We were with others, but all i remeber at this point is something about a Sausage and someone who could find paths. We headed towards Amir Ford, the life mage needed to lay eggs in Pinnacle or something, We started out of town, and quickly ran into a dragons lair. The others got away, but it breathed on me and i was dishonored for 10 deaths, We got away, and then met up with the ranger.

I had no idea where i was at this point, but we fought ogres, i was hit by a warded flash ball, and i went down. I had all my potions and scrolls taken from me and was about to lose my armor, when the ranger spotted the thief and took him down, i was then rebirthed and pissed, because this was my 21st death, the 20 before because of being dishonored. We took out the rest of the ogres, and before i knew it we were in Pinical.

I tried to find a temple to Ares, God of War and Chaos, to make of offerings, but all i found was a small shrine. I tried to make offerings of Magic Items, suits of armor, and gold, none of which were accepted. I then walked through the gates to go to Esterock keep, looking for a larger temple, I found one, but the priest had just PDed the day before, and once again nothing was expected. I then decided to go on a war path. I was going to rip a hole in the blackspire pass, killing as many ogres and giants as i could. I recruited Hootish, Squishface, and another 22nd level knight. the other knight and i guild ordered 22 knights each, getting a good start to our army. We recruited more, but they were not of importance. I gathered all of my troops and we gathered in the temple of Ares to pray for good battle.

I was then blessed with first level priest, i then saw a shimmering figure on the altar. I walked towards the altar, and the Avatar of Ares took off his helm and it turned to pure energy, he then placed it on my head. I got myself identified, and I found that i had been blessed so that all ogres would fear me and run from me. I then purchased a shield of charge for Squishface so that he could run in attack formation with us. The curse of the shiled was that it would randomly cast eldersorcery "i burst 7 cities". He could not even use his own mana, a certain cobbit could, so i thought we would be okay. We then left for battle, we were only fighting giants, as a an army of 2000 ogres were running at the sight of me. We were slaughtering giants left and right, until we were between to cliffs and being hammered by boulders, Hootish, Squishface, the other guildmaster knight and I flew up in attack formation to take care of them. We were in a stalemate, and we had 5% of the army left, most had died by running into lava.

We took care of the giants and in the process i was hit into the lava, my 22nd death. all giants and ogres now taken care of, 2 iron dragons were flying incredibly fast towrds us we were all hit with their breath weapon, they then started grabbing the lava with elder sorcery, none of us were hit though. Squishface flew up into the air with super speed with the burst cities shield. Hootish and i flew away with the dragon in pursuit, we flew towards esterock keep, and the dragon slammed into an invisible wall, and ran in fear of it. Squishface was then sucked into a hurricane and hurtled towards esterock keep, the shield then activated. the only one who could use Squishface's mana was the cobbbit, who was in crestfall, because of this, mana was being sucked out the gates, and created a massive elder sorcery loop. 7 cities began to burst, but then a giant golden snake tore off the roof of the palace in esterockkeep and put a stop to it.

( none of what follows is ingame knowledge to anyone)
Because i had already been warned that if the shield went off, i would be morganti slain. I then pulled out my Fedelins Blaze of Fury, and decided to PD myself and do as much possible damage to Celendil as i could, I trampled into the dark city, and mere seconds before i was in range of attack, i was hit in the back with elder sorcery " I control your mind". It was time to pull for my 21st and 22nd deaths, i lost an experience. I then headed towards then now white city to begin my transformation into a Carakwaith.

Woohoo, I finished!

Tiny Insects Everywhere

or

Talys is Fucked in the Head

I just want to remind everyone that this story contains some very sensitive information pertaining to my character, so please, please do not use this as in-game knowledge unless I specifically give you permission. Thanks! (I left out Hobbit Mafia stuff because Nell covered that already, and I'm lazy. )

To be honest, I have no idea how to preface this story. So much has happened in the past few days; my mind is occupied with so many different things. Perhaps if I can get it all down on paper, it would be of some help for me to figure out what to do next. With that, I will begin.

I had been traveling almost due west for some time now, trying to reach Pinnacle, my home, and my lover. My biological clock was making itself known, and I knew that I needed to find a place to settle down very soon, preferably within distance of Lunne. I had gathered a party together that was quite large: Raedric, my ranger friend, Brick, the knight and bodyguard to some extent, the two Saurage brothers, the young hobbit girl with the ability to Pathfind, and three others I had met along the way, including a lion mutant and a large, intelligent wolf. So far, we had been passing through the eastern lands without trouble. I felt safe, since the shadowy creatures following us seemed to only attack when I was alone and vulnerable.

When we reached the Iseseniton Forest, my mind began to wander. It was uncomfortable tromping through the thick brush for hours at a time. I could feel insects pricking into my skin, and no amount of slapping seemed to get them off. Eventually, I looked behind me, and my party had disappeared. I was alone again, with nobody left to protect me. Immediately a mixture of panic, terror, and resignation shot through me. I knew what was coming. Sure enough, out from the shadows stepped two black, hunched forms. The dogs were back. Not knowing what to do, I leapt to the only thing I could think of and raised my ring. Immediately a transparent sphere burst into shape around me. The dogs seemed to be temporarily stopped, only prowling around the edge of the circle, but that did nothing to alleviate my fears. Simply seeing their glowing eyes was enough to put me into a complete state of dread. Eventually, I gathered up enough courage to lunge forward at one of the dogs. My sword passed quickly through the circle and struck its etherial head, and in an instant it had become a tree. This encouraged me a little, and I started toward the other dog. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. What if the dogs were only letting me think I was safe in the circle? What if, when my guard was down, they would both charge? I looked back at the Treeformed dog, and sure enough, it popped back into its spectral state. Then, something strange happened that I had never seen before. The two beasts began to twist and mutate, changing somehow. I could only watch in horror as they stepped through my Circle of Protection as if it weren't even there. I backed away, thinking furiously. When they came within range, I cast another quick Treeform spell, this time on myself. I thought it would buy me some time to figure out what to do, but as the terrible creatures came close, all I could think was please don't learn Treeform... please... My fears proved to be true, as the dogs again twisted and melted into new shapes. One, testing out its new abilities, Treeformed itself, and I knew that there was no hope. I reverted and tried to run, but they were too swift. One blow to the back knocked me down, and I felt shadowy teeth close on my flesh as I tumbled to the ground. Then, there was only blackness.

Strange. This isn't how I expected a Morganti coma to be. I lay on my back inside the automatic circle that the White Lady ring had provided. I couldn't move, I couldn't see, yet I was still conscious. My soul was still apparently present. I puzzled over this for a while, having nothing better to do. After some time had passed, I began to notice something. There was a presence nearby, and it was enormously powerful. After pondering whether to try to make my spirit hide from this being, or whether to try to get its attention, I decided to simply stay as I was. A thing like that should not be trifled with. Its presence drew closer to me, and I was only a little nervous. After all, how much worse could it get? I could feel it very near now, and it almost seemed to be checking me over. It moved away soon after that, and I was again alone with my thoughts.

Some amount of time passed, but I couldn't tell how much. The next thing I remember is opening my eyes. I was being carried along, on the back of someone familiar. "Raedric?" I said softly. He jumped, and looked at me with a shocked expression. To be honest, I was surprised myself, being able to speak and move again. After putting me down, Raedric told me that he had found me in the circle, but couldn't get through. Something told him that I would be all right, and that the rest of the party needed help, so he left. When he came back, there was a large hole in the circle's side. Being an incredible tracker, he found very faint hoofprints leading away into the forest. I realized that this must have been the presence I felt -- it was Truth, the unicorn that had been brought to the material plane from the Elven Crown. That must have been why my soul hadn't been destroyed. Truth had saved me! I checked myself over, and sure enough, there were no new Morganti wounds to be found. I also Identified myself, and found something interesting. There was some slight presence of what felt like a disease in me, but it was rapidly leaving my system. I wondered what it was, but paid it no mind. I was happy to be alive, and grateful to Truth.

Now that I was mobile again, I suggested to Raedric that he follow the tracks. After walking along for awhile, deep in concentration, the ranger suddenly looked at me, and jumped back in terror. Before I could ask what was wrong, he turned and ran. I ran after him, trying to help him, but I was abruptly knocked out. When I awoke, I was sitting in a tent, bound hand and foot, with a large, angry Saurage glowering at me. Exceedingly confused, I asked him what was going on. To my surprise, he accused me of trying to cast Elder Sorcery on Raedric. Specifically, "remove your soul." I was astonished. Why would I ever attack Raedric? He's way too useful to me. Though I must admit, the look on his face was rather amusing... Strange, I don't usually think like this. Wondering why my thoughts had turned so malicious, I Identified myself again. A curse? Ah, no wonder. It makes me Lawful Evil, huh? This might be fun... I probably shouldn't get it removed for a while.

While I was discovering my new personality, the rest of my party was apparently attacking each other. Each one vehemently denied that they had done anything. Raedric was also attacked by the Morganti dogs again, this time throwing Warded Death Rays. After a while, the veteran approached me again and asked me to Identify him, since he was as bewildered as the rest. When I did, there appeared to be nothing wrong, but why should I say so? I might as well have some fun with him. "You're charmed," I said, with a solemn expression. Taken aback, he exclaimed aloud, "But how did it get through my armor? Nothing gets through my armor!" I shrugged. "It's a very powerful charm. Who knows?" I did the same to Brick, but he seemed suspicious, and took out his own scroll of Identify. Handing it to the Saurage, he told him to see if there was anything wrong with me. Hmm, this won't do. I won't get anywhere if they know I'm evil. As soon as he touched me, I screamed with agony and fell writhing to the ground, still tied up. "Stop, stop!" I gasped. "The wounds... they're coming back!" They didn't try it again after that. It was a rather good acting job, if I say so myself. Brick removed everyone's "charms," and we were off again.

Once we reached Estorock Keep, I was not inclined to enter the city, since I knew they would probably try to detect my alignment. Brick approached me, telling me that he had lost all his scrolls and potions, and was going to buy some more in town. The strange thing, he confided, was that he did have one scroll left, one of Auto-Rebirth. When he read it, it was blank, save for a bloody illustration of a winking, grinning goblin head. Unbeknownst to him, I had the same thing. I tried to look sympathetic, and nodded. "Does it seem like the scroll's affecting you at all?" I asked. He seemed about to say something, then stopped. "I... uh... I'm not supposed to talk about that," he mumbled as he walked away. Brick never was too bright.

When Brick returned from Estorock Keep, he had a new party member in tow: An orc named Hootish. When he saw me, his whole right side convulsed, and he seemed to be thinking as hard as he could. "I know you," he finally said. "You're a Life Mage. And a Nature Mage." "How do you.. know me?" I asked, for I had never seen this orc before. All Hootish did was rub his head and mutter.

The trip to Amir Ford was nearly uneventful, except for the golden dragon we ran into. As soon as we saw it, we scattered, the dragon roaring off after Brick. Hootish charged it with a mixture of valor and mind-numbing stupidity. After the party joined up again, the orc was nowhere to be found. Brick said that he himself had also taken the full blast of the dragon's breath weapon, and felt that Death would soon be coming for him. I had no idea what he was plotting until later. Nonetheless, we left Hootish behind and continued on. At the time, I was still in the mindset that I had no time to waste on silly little orcs.

When fighting some ogres, I attempted to put up a Circle of Protection, but oddly enough, it didn't work! After the battle, I examined my White Lady Ring, and found that it was a clever replica. Everyone else's rings and amulets were also taken in this manner. I asked the thief to Pathfind for them, and they were west and a little north. A chill ran through me; that was the direction of Celendil. How did someone manage to steal all my scrolls, and rings, and put a cursed scroll onto me, without anyone noticing? Still, my first priority was to get home and have my children. I could always try to take back the rings later.

After reaching Amir Ford, I heard about some Elder Mages that were in town. Thinking that they could perhaps teleport me to Pinnacle and save me some time, I walked to the edge of town where they were conducting their studies. Raedric was a little ahead of me, so they had already let him in when I knocked on the door. It was opened with an abrupt Detect Alignment. wookie it, I thought angrily as the door slammed. Still trying to act innocent, I knocked on the door again. "I can explain!" I called sweetly. Before I knew it, I was a tree, and the mages were arguing about what to do with me. Luckily, Raedric vouched for me, and said that I had always been Lawful Good until now. They eventually called the Ladies of the Night Watch to stand guard around me, and reverted me. I did nothing; what else could I have done? The Nature Mage knocked me out, Identified me, and dragged me to the altar. After putting Elder Sorcery on me to keep me asleep, they removed the curse making me Lawful Evil. After I woke up again, I was very grateful, though they still seemed a little suspicious of me. I made it worse by telling them about the scroll; when they heard what it looked like, they immediately began arguing amongst themselves again. When I tried to find out what was wrong, they informed me that the picture was the symbol of the notorious thief Carakwaith, Goblin. They continued squabbling about whether or not I was Goblin in disguise. Finally, they used a "know your truth" spell and asked if I had a Cloak of Many Guises. When I said no, they seemed satisfied, and agreed to teleport me and my friends to Pinnacle.

I waited around the arrival point for as long as I could. When Brick arrived to look after Hootish, I immediately left to go to the Mage School. After a joyful reunion with Lunne, I set off with him, Hootish and the Saurage veteran to find a nice place to build a home for our children. After a laughable fight with six wyrms, I found a sheltered inlet on the western coast of Hostor, and built a stone enclosure for the eggs. After that business was done, we all returned to Pinnacle. Hootish set off somewhere with Brick, and I wondered what they were up to. I never saw either of them again.

Later that evening, the most amazing and terrible thing happened that I have ever had the misfortune to witness. Standing in the street, I suddenly felt some enormous, incredibly powerful spell rushing towards the city. I recognized it as Elder Sorcery gone awry, a mana loop of ridiculous proportions. It was like nothing I had ever seen or felt before. I couldn't even react fast enough to do anything to counter it, even if I had the right words. Luckily, before it hit Pinnacle, something seemed to change about it, and it suddenly diminished greatly in power. Even in this new state, it caused buildings to shatter and collapse all around me, creating mass panic and chaos. I had no idea what had caused this massive burst of magic until the next day, when rumors were flying about Brick's army. They all seemed to paint him as a hero, but I couldn't help but wonder why anyone would be stupid enough to give a group like him, Hootish and Squishface anything enchanted with Elder Sorcery. Brick never was too bright.

While going about the city, helping to heal and rebuild, my thoughts wandered back to my most recent encounter with the Morganti dogs. Something still didn't add up about the whole thing. There seemed to be three extremely powerful sources all focused on me: the dogs, Truth, and Goblin. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't quite figure out which events stemmed from which source. It was all very mixed-up and confusing. Why were the dogs suddenly able to mutate? Why was the party attacking itself? How did we lose all our rings so easily? I decided to clear my head by casting "restore your mind" on myself, hoping to bring back details of memories I had forgotten. Surprisingly, what I discovered was that there were tiny bits of memory that had been covered up, and they were all of seeing my party when I had initially wandered away. Something had made sure I strayed from the group, intentionally changing my perceptions. This didn't seem like normal dog behaviour. Now I was suspicious. I oracled to Pelor, "What is causing the dogs to become more like me?" The answer I received was of the dogs gaining more undead traits, but nothing about learning what I knew. I decided to rephrase the question. "Why, in the last encounter, did the Morganti dogs learn my skills?" This time, I saw a vision of the dogs being attached to my thoughts somehow, and changing whenever a fear of them came into my head. They also seemed hazy, not quite there, and I noticed the two pairs of eyes still in the shadows at the same time. Now this was interesting. These dogs didn't seem to be real at all. That debunked my theory that Truth had saved me from a Morganti coma.

Since the dogs had reacted to my fears, I tried to think of a way to stop my personal fears from coming into my head at all. I decided to try visiting the Necromancy Quarter, and seeing if anyone would be willing to help me make Elder Sorcery of "prevent my fear." After talking to a friendly Necro about my situation, he said that I would probably be better off with someone who knew Storm words. "Besides," he added, "The Necromancer's Guild is not nearly the strongest in this school. That would be the Life Guild." This reminded me of something. "How is the Life Guild doing these days, anyway? I remember several years ago, when there were all the suicides." The mage explained to me that the Guildmaster Life Mage had nearly destroyed himself, believing to have some demon inside him. Luckily, Nym had dispelled it before he could do anything drastic, and he had been fine ever since. "He couldn't remember any of the events leading up to it, though," the necromancer noted. Hmm... interesting. I decided, before I made more Elder Sorcery, to pay this Guildmaster a visit.

The Life Mage seemed happy to oblige me, and when I restored his mind, he recounted to me what had led up to his attempt at his own life. He had apparently been sitting in his balcony, and the insects were out en masse. They were bothering him quite a bit, and suddenly he noticed that there was some kind of darkness growing inside him. He recognized it as a Boogieman, a demon that gained hold in the mortal plane by entering through people's bodies. In a panic, he began casting Elder Sorcery to destroy his own soul, but before he could finish, it was dispelled and he was knocked out. "Actually," he said, "now that I can remember it clearly, I seem to recall everything being hazy, except for a few random spots in the room." I puzzled over this. Our cases seemed to be connected: both of our worst fears manifested themselves in a way that almost made us self-destructive. I asked the Guildmaster if he wished to try an Oracle about the events. Being a Nature Mage as well, he agreed, and together we asked, "How are these events connected to one another?" Our first vision was of a shadowy figure, lifting a dark shape up to its mouth. It seemed almost to be drinking from it, but wasn't. Then, I received a personal vision. I saw a Centaur Ranger that I once knew, in an alleyway surrounded by fire. Insects were burrowing in his skin, and he was in a state of panic. I saw the rest of the scene playing out, him giving his own body Morganti hacks, and I remembered when it happened, many years ago. But... that was caused by a Carakwaith. The assassin. Could it be...

Things were starting to make more sense now. Of course, a Carakwaith as devious as she was would know that my worst fear was being unable to protect myself from the dogs, and that my party feared turning on each other. She probably was working in tandem with Goblin, to distract us as he stole our belongings and gave us curses. Now the question was, how could I stop this from happening in the future? When I asked the Life Mage, he said that preventing fear entirely would not be a good idea, since it could make me completely apathetic to everything. I needed my fears. They were what drove me to act. However, it would probably be better to make a spell of "know my fear." If I could recognize what was happening, it wouldn't be as out of control. I thanked the Guildmaster, and returned to the Storm Quarter.

I found a multiclassed Storm/Necro mage, and we set to work creating the spell "know my fear." In the midst of creating it, we appeared to fumble. A thought flashed through my head. What if that's just what the Carakwaith want me to think? I tried ignoring it, and was promptly mana-drained to death. So much for that idea. After apologizing to the other mage, I began trying to think of a way to test the spell, since it apparently had finished. I bumped into a young apprentice wandering the school. He just happened to be my biggest fan, and was all too happy to try the spell on himself. The first time, he didn't have enough mana. The second time, it seemed to cost much less, and the spell went off successfully.

"So, do you know your fears?" I asked.

"I'm not sure... wait, yes. Snakes. And... heights. Oh, and being rejected. And public speaking. And Morganti weapons scare me a little, too..."

Trying to test out how being confronted with a fear would work, I turned into a Death Ogre. He did nothing but stare at me. "Wow, Talys, you're cool!"

Turning back, I asked, "So, were you afraid of me?" He thought for a moment. "Well, yes, but since I knew it, it was pretty easy to control." This seemed like the perfect result. I hoped that the fumble during creation only made the sporadic mana cost. That I could deal with.

So now I knew the facts. Two of the Dark City's most subtle, sneaky Carakwaith were after me. Wonderful.

I really hate bugs.

Really excellent posts everyone! Kudoes to all of you. Now I have to do a little Chronicle myself.

Feanorion has been flooded. Elder Sorcery was apparently used by Dagdeoth to flood the damaged city and then raid it of it's most prized magic items! Already, the Dark City is crossing the Celeroth and setting up encampents to attack Feanorion in it's crippled state.
All across the southern tropical climes Hurricanes rage. The weather is unseasonaly bad in the region and travel is all but impossible.
In the aftermath of the strange occurance that burst 7 cities, causeing major damage the gate has begun to fade and not work as expected. Though no one has yet been harmed by them they have been repoted to send people to random locations now as well as get dimmer the more they are used. As such, people have stopped using them for fear of not only comming to harm but of weakening them even more.
Three Goldern Dragons are moving across Hostor towards the north but have incountered an Iorn Dragon and look to do battle.
Elves in the Issessenton Forest report being blessed by some devine being and are grateful for it as a large number of Vampires and even possibly a demon have been seen just to the south massing for some purpose.
Two Copper Dragons have landed on the palace at Estorock Keep and have had some conversation with Keri Johani and his guard. It is believed that they are investigating the Elder Sorcery that burst the cities but this has not been confirmed.
In Pinicle, the Emmessary to the Wizards Trade Order by the name of Wesley Bluecloud has been Morganti Slain by four hobbit assassins believed to be part of some sort of Mafia group. Wesley is reported to have been Ninja Dueled by the four Assassins each of which were obliterated with Elder Sorcery (they have not been able to be resurected) but not before being Mortanti slain. The Wizards Trade Order demands an immediate explanation to the brutal murder of their Emmessary and is threatening all out war with Hostor unless they are satisfied promptly.
The Ogers and Giants have left off attacking Amir and Estorock Keep and appear to be fighting amongst themselves, the Ogers having turned on the Giants due to some rummors that the Giants were about to do the same.
In Astengrad their are rumors of a renegade Mage who seeks to Curse one the apprentece mages and Dishonor him as well. It is unknown who this person is or why they are seeking to do this.
In the Far East their are stories of a huge war, unlike what has been seen before engulfing the inner sea and all those who die being judged by some powerful devine being. Because these rummors are from the far east, we can safely assume they are false.
Finally, business is uncommonly good in Gebtown which say it will being having a Festival of mass proportions in the comming week.

oh, a festival, that'll be nice...

im not going to be there

Here's another one, from Talys's younger days. I took some artistic license with this one, but it's still pretty much how it happened.

The Highwayman

I was walking down the street one summer evening when I noticed something strange. Through a high, dusty window, someone was staring at me. She seemed odd somehow; perhaps it was her translucence, or the fact that her feet weren’t touching the floor. In any case, I wasn’t interested in getting involved, so I continued my walk. As I passed the old building, she was suddenly inside my head, and seemed to have no intention of leaving. Well, so much for that plan. I turned back and entered the ground floor.

The interior was shadowy, with the sense that no one had inhabited it for a very long time. I slowly walked down the first hall, passing door after identical door. It seemed to be an old inn, or at least was at some point in the past. After climbing the staircase, I became aware of some kind of presence that filled the empty building like an invisible mist. There was a deep sadness to it, a melancholy that chilled me. I gripped my staff tighter.

The last room on the top floor was larger than the rest. Perhaps it was where the landlord stayed. The inside was mostly bare, but for a lacy bed and an oaken drawer. The girl was still facing the window, gazing out toward the setting sun. Immediately, the feeling of grief intensified. I could see now that she was wearing a simple dress, one that was in style nearly a century ago. Her hair was tied in a long braid, black as the night sky. Night… somehow, it had already fallen.

I moved closer to the window, but she took no notice of me. Her attention was focused on the equally ghostly man looking up at her from the street. They were exchanging words; their lips moved, though they made no sound. Reaching down to his right boot, the man unlaced it and threw the leather strap up to the window. Catching it nimbly, the girl pulled her braid into a coil and tied it with her new lace. The man grinned broadly, tipped his hat, and jumped astride his horse. The street remained unchanged as the rider galloped off, his mount’s hooves not quite touching the cobbles.

The woman continued gazing after the man for a few minutes, still completely oblivious to my presence, before disappearing abruptly herself. If I knew anything about the spirits of the dead, they would play out this little scene for eternity, until put at rest. What was strange about it was that the pair did not seem particularly tortured. What was so terrible about their lives that they were forced to linger on this plane? Perhaps it wasn’t over yet. I sat carefully on the old bed, and waited.

In the muffling silence, it took me awhile to realize that there was a new presence. I turned around, and sure enough, the girl had reappeared. This time, she was sitting on the other side of the bed, working on embroidery. Her expression was more pensive, and her face seemed to have aged just slightly.

I heard the first sound that had occurred in this place: A pounding of feet and clash of weapons began moving steadily closer from the bottom floor. The girl looked with shock toward the door, and leapt to her feet. Crossing the room quickly, she fumbled with the lock. Though the real door stayed as still as ever, she was suddenly knocked backwards. Pouring into the room came several soldiers, their rowdiness abruptly silenced as they crossed the threshold. I did not recognize their insignia, but from their behavior, they seemed to be enemies of the country at the time. They seized the girl, and ignoring her frantic struggles, bound her hands behind her. She was shoved against the window frame and tied there, her bindings carefully out of sight from the outside of the building. The laughing, boisterous soldiers returned to the bottom floor, presumably to meet whoever was unfortunate enough to enter.

Despite the fact that these events had happened over a century ago, I couldn’t help but feel some concern for the girl. I again moved to the window, and followed her horrified gaze. Sure enough, the man had returned beneath the moonlight, and was riding up the path towards us. As soon as he was close enough to see her tearstained face, his confident expression changed to concern, and he spurred his horse on faster. Now I understood. She was bait.

With the strength and dexterity that could only come from desperation, the girl twisted her tightly bound hands. With straining fingers, she reached down the back of her dress. Out came a blackened dagger, barely staying in her stretching hands. For a few agonizing seconds, she moved it this way and that, attempting to cut the ropes around her. But the soldiers had thought their plan through, and there was no possible angle for escape. The man moved ever closer.

Finally, the girl appeared to come to a decision. She turned the dagger again, this time angled directly at her own back. Straightening up, her countenance took on a new light, almost one of peace. Then, her blade was deep within her. She buckled, and would have collapsed if not for the ropes holding her to the window. As her eyes glazed over, the man stopped, looking with horror and incomprehension at his lover. He backed away, turned, and fled.

The pair again disappeared. Upon investigation of the floor beneath the window, sure enough, there were telltale brown marks, ancient bloodstains. My goodness. How very interesting. Obviously, this woman had a tortured past. Something told me, though, that this drama hadn’t quite ended yet. Feeling a little unnerved, I again waited, this time by the window.

The moon had nearly set by the time I saw him. The rider was charging up the street, screaming in perpetually silent rage. This time, though, the soldiers were ready for him. From all sides, arrows flew through the air. Their tips rent his ghostly flesh as he was knocked off his horse, and left him pinned against the ground. They left him there, a sad bundle collapsed on the road. Eventually, he too faded.

I stayed there for a while longer, pondering the fate of the two. What could I do to help them? On impulse, I opened the drawer against the wall. There, beneath a pale-blue thread and leather bootlace, was the dagger. Ah… Spirits are often tied to physical objects. Could this be it? I reached out, and as soon as I touched the hilt, something changed. The cloak of sadness over the room suddenly lifted. In my mind, the girl appeared again, but this time, she was smiling. She had returned to her sewing, completely content to be housed in my head. Hesitating for a moment, I finally shrugged. She didn’t seem to be too imposing of a guest. If a change in scenery let her forget her past life’s troubles, why not?

I returned downstairs, and opened the door to the outside. The sun was already rising; I must have spent more time here than I thought. However, the morning light failed to obscure what stood at the entrance: The man, looking directly at me and grinning. I was surprised, for it was the first time he had realized my presence. Leaning forward, his mouth formed a distinctive phrase, and though he made no sound, the meaning was clear: “I love you.”

Oh, dear…

The Forvelaka; a meat-shields view
Excerp form a Soldiers Journal
The tramp of boots and the clink of mail found me truging out of the town, to what I thought was my death. The forvelaka, an unknown horror from ages past, has been set loose on the Roekron, and we were th only ones who could stop it. I was new to adventuring, barely more than a week after I had left home, and already I had gotten more than I had bargened for. I was a mere journeyman, acting as shields for the knights and other warriors who marched along side me. There were others alog side me in the same predicament, and we had been told what we were up against. A huge spectral dog, fifteen feet tall, who breed its own undead, and couldn't die. They said that it could rip you in half just as easily as it could drain all of your life force with a touch. Suddenly the silver on my chainmail looks extremely flimsy. Only magic could harm it, and I had stared at my small short sword, shining silver in the light wondering what it was good for then. I heard that actions had been made to take care of the beast once we had killed it. I wonder what there are, but I am obviously not to know, there must be people who want this thing to destroy the world. As I look in the other soldiers faces, I see the fear, and knoe that they believe the same that I do. We march, to glory, to honor, and to our death.

I can barely write, my hands are shaking soo much. The simple fact that you may be reading this shows that we lived, but I will not call it a victory. The price we lowly soldiers paid was almost too great the . The experenced soldiers may have been able to warn us how it could kill us, but words could never come close to the real thing. When we fially reached the lair it was sait to have been staying, it was seemingly empty. Deludeingly so, for the moment we were not suspecting, a horde of specters, ghosts, vampires, and I know not what else. Having won the ensuing battle, we felt like we could defeat this thing easily if that was all it could throw at us. We were wrong. It was then the scream came. It was hideous, something talt all of us will remember as long as we live. It came, drifting across the planes, and as soon as I heard it, I was parilized with terror. Low, then sharp, the low again, bending in and out of our hearing it wailed like a bashie. Then the beast came. Lopeing on all four legs, it came at us. I say it, for I do not know what to call it. Here, there, then over there, it darted among our ranks, killing outight, wounding others, or some, sucking the like out of them. As a hobbit, I seemed to be able to throw off the effect before the others, but that only brought it near me. Its touch was like ice, spreading across my mid-drift, and I thought that I would shurely die. But the silver saved me. As the beast moved on, I felt the cold move on, and I felt life flood through me once again. I was then flooded with dred, on how to destroy this monster, for I could think of no way. Then, when it came to the last of our party, the monster touched his shield, and a a flash of light reversed the effect. The result was enourmous, it toppled and lay twiching on its side. As the scream left the others, the joined in killing the monstrosity. Finally, it was dead. As it died, it vanished before my eyes. What the measures taken to prevent this beast from riseing were, I hope that they were great. For if the monster ever walked again, we will be forced to fight it again. Even if we triumph again, we will still take losses, and ones we can ill afford to take in these dark times.

Hello all:

Excellent historical chronicles. Very nice work with the highwaymen Cora, though as I said, there are a few details there that were importanat in game (though not as important in the telling). I love the ending!
Jake: Great telling of the Forvalaka adventure. The gruesome detail really gives it life. The descriptions of the howl and the grittyness of your style makes for a great read. Well done!

Christopher

Cora it seems like you also forgot a few details before he ran away:

1. He was coming home with a LARGE sack.

2.(not sure you mentioned but you might have) The first time he fought it seemed like he was greatly outnumbered and he held his own before running off, then he came back and well you covered that part.

hey people! this is my first in what will become a weekly updae of worldy events in Drakarnia. hope this will give u a better insight into my world and give u an idea of world events not just whats going on in Cerix (town u all play in).

The Monthandorian war:

Finally after almost a year of fighting Vastioth is on the verg of falling. parts of the outter wall has been broken or tworn down and now hords of monthandor troops are flooding into the city. general Dalanka (the man incharge of the defences of Vastioth) has begun a final mass evacation of the city, but it will be atleast a week before EVERYONE can be evacuated. Mean while, Hamora wich has long been nutral in the war was recently brought into the fight. An entire army of monthandor's toops began to flood into hamora. Although the hamorians have been quite sucessful in repelling the advance attack raids, it is only a matter of time before the sheer weight of monthandor's forces crush their first line of defence. But even more disturbing is the rumors that one of the black figures from the first invasion of Atorias has been seen within the ranks of this army. it is unkown which one it is, or even if the rumors are true, but the rumor is enough to cause panic in many of hamoras ranks. the emperor of Hamora has begun the mobolization of his army and is calling all Hamorian citizens of age to join his army and march to what will undoubltly be the start of a long and bloody war between Hamora and Monthandor. Mean while there is some good news in the Monthandorian war, on the Caltroth island directly to the west of Vastioth, a small group of kinights under the comand of Lutenant Gale Naturean has been sucessfull in breaking the ranks of an entire monthandorian devision. following in his wake was the rest of his army and they were very sucessful in driving the enemy army almost to the sea. He dosnt know if the enemy will try a counter attack, but his men are in position if it happenes.

Other world events:

Mean while in the planes of Haylen, the cvil war between the People's Rebublic of Haylen (PRH) and the Cantuars to the north of them has cooled down quite a bit, as there have been no open battles between the two for a few weeks now. It is not know how long this unoffical peace will last, but knowing the hatred the PRH has twoards the Centuars and vica versa, not too long would be a good guess.

Mean while way down south, the dwarfs in the southren moutains have not been heard of for some time now. there are reports that a war might be going on in the moutains, but as to who is fighing who or whats fighting what, nothing is known.

Also in Hamora, the Hamorian Navy has been sucessful in holding the pirate blockade runners that ship supplies to Monthandor at bay. Although only a few days of no supplies wont hurt the Monthandorian army at all, if the ships can be kept away from monthandor for a few weeks Monthandor might have to fall back to resupply and regroup.

so thats all for now folks, plz leave ur comments as to what u think, and if u have any questions ask them and ill be happy to do my best to answer them. also, i plan for this post to get bigger as my world grows.