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[5E] The Age of Worms - Solid Snake's Campaign
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<blockquote data-quote="SolidSnake_01" data-source="post: 7521196" data-attributes="member: 63254"><p><strong><u>Gray Fox Journal: Whispering Cairn</u></strong></p><p></p><p>Using the cover of the forest made my approach to the Cairn a bit easier. I let my kobold prisoner take point and directed him from the shadows. Stealth was necessary as the Ithane’s minions had begun to amass near the entrance of the Cairn itself. Ithane had probably cleared the surrounding foliage on purpose, improving visibility for any enemies attempting to move towards the threshold. It is what I would have done. I had to improvise if I wanted to get there undetected. So I sent my prisoner running towards the Cairn out in the open as I snuck along a more circuitous route. The plan worked as the frightened mass of kobolds let up a cheer as they saw their companion speed towards the entrance. They must have believed that he was attempting an assault on their enemies alone. No one came to help him.</p><p></p><p>I reunited with the kobold inside. The rock was worked many centuries ago, but the recent traffic was obvious. Someone had removed any trace of rubble and debris, returning this ruin ever closer to the majesty it once possessed. The only personal items I noted close to the entrance were a backpack and a staff near a mirror with a black, rippling surface. Inside the backpack, I found a journal with the Egan’s name. I looked up at the mirror and sighed heavily. Outside a storm was brewing, which is the only plausible explanation I could find to justify how a diminutive elf was able to sneak up on me. She had a silver bow in her hands, though oddly enough it wasn’t strung. Interesting.</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing with my friend’s effects,” she demanded.</p><p></p><p>She was flanked by a taller woman of elven ancestry who carried a spear that was crackling with electricity and a lizardman holding a glowing blue sword. I knew who they were. In fact, all of Greyhawk did.</p><p></p><p>“You must be Etona,” I responded. “That makes you Rey,” pointing to the warrior with the spear, “and you Rishkar. My name is Treig. I am looking for your friend Egan.”</p><p></p><p>“What do you want with Egan,” Etona asked suspiciously.</p><p></p><p>“My employer asked me to deliver sensitive information to Allustan, but unfortunately he has passed on. Because of this, I am looking for his surrogate, Egan.”</p><p></p><p>“What kind of courier travels through a kobold army to deliver his package?” She seemed perplexed.</p><p></p><p>“One that is well paid.”</p><p></p><p>Our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of battle outside. I had known war well enough to know its call. Both sides were beginning to gather for an assault. Egan’s friends seemed perturbed by the inevitable. Kobolds do not travel in small groups.</p><p></p><p>I looked again at the mirror. I wondered if it was worth it. The money. But it was never about the money was it? You gave your word; the only thing that matters in this world. Come on old man, let’s get this over with.</p><p></p><p>With an audible groan, I plunged into the mirror. The black substance washed over me like icy water and in that moment I felt myself falling. It was in the void that something lashed out. Untrained men would have been distracted by the experience, but magic was not new to me. I grabbed the creature’s arm before we arrived at the other side of the portal, forcing it out with me. It was an emaciated humanoid, dead for some time, and hungering for the taste of life. Without anyone to see the conflict and as I was not worried about killing something that was already dead, I made quick work of it with the Boss’ enchanted blade. The fight did not take that long, but the effort took my breath away. I had to lean against the wall and light a cigar to calm my nerves. That’s how Egan’s group found me. Among the remains of the ghoul...smoking. The corridor extended further in and everyone seemed eager to find the wizard’s apprentice. It seemed odd to me that I found myself here. Among ancient ruins with people I didn’t know in search of something I couldn’t quite comprehend. We used to make fun of these people on patrol. Adventurers is what we would call them.</p><p></p><p>I wonder if Jordan is alright.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SolidSnake_01, post: 7521196, member: 63254"] [B][U]Gray Fox Journal: Whispering Cairn[/U][/B] Using the cover of the forest made my approach to the Cairn a bit easier. I let my kobold prisoner take point and directed him from the shadows. Stealth was necessary as the Ithane’s minions had begun to amass near the entrance of the Cairn itself. Ithane had probably cleared the surrounding foliage on purpose, improving visibility for any enemies attempting to move towards the threshold. It is what I would have done. I had to improvise if I wanted to get there undetected. So I sent my prisoner running towards the Cairn out in the open as I snuck along a more circuitous route. The plan worked as the frightened mass of kobolds let up a cheer as they saw their companion speed towards the entrance. They must have believed that he was attempting an assault on their enemies alone. No one came to help him. I reunited with the kobold inside. The rock was worked many centuries ago, but the recent traffic was obvious. Someone had removed any trace of rubble and debris, returning this ruin ever closer to the majesty it once possessed. The only personal items I noted close to the entrance were a backpack and a staff near a mirror with a black, rippling surface. Inside the backpack, I found a journal with the Egan’s name. I looked up at the mirror and sighed heavily. Outside a storm was brewing, which is the only plausible explanation I could find to justify how a diminutive elf was able to sneak up on me. She had a silver bow in her hands, though oddly enough it wasn’t strung. Interesting. “What are you doing with my friend’s effects,” she demanded. She was flanked by a taller woman of elven ancestry who carried a spear that was crackling with electricity and a lizardman holding a glowing blue sword. I knew who they were. In fact, all of Greyhawk did. “You must be Etona,” I responded. “That makes you Rey,” pointing to the warrior with the spear, “and you Rishkar. My name is Treig. I am looking for your friend Egan.” “What do you want with Egan,” Etona asked suspiciously. “My employer asked me to deliver sensitive information to Allustan, but unfortunately he has passed on. Because of this, I am looking for his surrogate, Egan.” “What kind of courier travels through a kobold army to deliver his package?” She seemed perplexed. “One that is well paid.” Our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of battle outside. I had known war well enough to know its call. Both sides were beginning to gather for an assault. Egan’s friends seemed perturbed by the inevitable. Kobolds do not travel in small groups. I looked again at the mirror. I wondered if it was worth it. The money. But it was never about the money was it? You gave your word; the only thing that matters in this world. Come on old man, let’s get this over with. With an audible groan, I plunged into the mirror. The black substance washed over me like icy water and in that moment I felt myself falling. It was in the void that something lashed out. Untrained men would have been distracted by the experience, but magic was not new to me. I grabbed the creature’s arm before we arrived at the other side of the portal, forcing it out with me. It was an emaciated humanoid, dead for some time, and hungering for the taste of life. Without anyone to see the conflict and as I was not worried about killing something that was already dead, I made quick work of it with the Boss’ enchanted blade. The fight did not take that long, but the effort took my breath away. I had to lean against the wall and light a cigar to calm my nerves. That’s how Egan’s group found me. Among the remains of the ghoul...smoking. The corridor extended further in and everyone seemed eager to find the wizard’s apprentice. It seemed odd to me that I found myself here. Among ancient ruins with people I didn’t know in search of something I couldn’t quite comprehend. We used to make fun of these people on patrol. Adventurers is what we would call them. I wonder if Jordan is alright. [/QUOTE]
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