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<blockquote data-quote="Joachim" data-source="post: 2924921" data-attributes="member: 9531"><p>Because you asked for it several weeks ago....</p><p></p><p><u><strong>Excerpts from the Journal of Giovanni Vito, aka "Havok" - Starting with the Final Day at Kongen-Thulnir</strong></u></p><p></p><p><em>…The great red beast collapsed in a heap, smashed by the hammer of Grubber’s faith. With the death of the last dragon, the only sounds that I could make out in the room were the hard breathing associated with exertion, excitement, and exhaustion. Hawk, specifically, looked particularly grisly with his armor spattered with gobbets of the dragons’ ichor. Even though his face was covered with the visor of his full plate armor, I knew that he was wearing some form of a weary smile.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As has been the case since Mak joined our group, Storm’s death was merely a temporary annoyance. Using the powers granted to him by his patriarch, the goliath brought the wizardess to the state of semi-life and semi-death of a Revenant. Upon the end of the revenance, and Storm’s repeated ‘death’, he quickly revived her using another of his many restorative prayers. Quite the nifty little trick, I must admit.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After collecting our spoils from the corpses of our fallen enemies, the remaining members of the League linked hands, and Storm whisked us through the Astral plane back to the Forum of Waterdeep. Here we were able to sell any unwanted loot, split our wealth accordingly, re-equip ourselves, and plan our next move. It also afforded me the opportunity for some quiet contemplation of our ‘mission’, our goal, and my link to it all.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The revelation that I am a direct descendant of the Scion of Kyuss, and thus the Worm-God himself, has left me dumbfounded. Largely since our witness of the ancient battle with Dragotha I have busied my mind with other thoughts. As we prepare ourselves for the coming venture into the dracolich’s lair, I realize that I must come to grips with where I come from and, thus, where my eldritch powers find their origin. All that I can surmise is that Kyuss sired a child that he was completely unaware of, or one that he had no need of. Somehow, whether by Lashonna’s work or otherwise, this ancestor of mine made its way to the House of Vito in Sembia. Upon Kyuss’ ‘ascension’, it would seem that the child would have become infused with some form of the Worm Lord’s power…</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The warlock’s curse must have lain dormant for many succeeding generations, until the time of the Kyuss’ release was nigh. At that time it awoke in me, much like it must have in Tomasina Vito centuries before. Since this revelation, since the moment where I knew that Tomasina played a key role (if not ‘the’ key role) in allowing the Order of the Storm druids to escape with Dragotha’s phylactery, I feel the power within me growing. No longer do I fear it. No longer am I a slave to it. It is mine to control, and I will use it as I see fit.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Bring on Dragotha! By the gods, bring on Kyuss! There will be no so-called Age of Worms. With my burgeoning power, I will see to that!!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>---------------------------------------------------------------</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>My hand shakes as I pen this entry. Again, I am forced to write in the middle of the night, before the memory fades away with the coming dawn. Something has awoken within me. Something…else. I feel myself at conflict, and as my abilities grow in strength so does this conflict. And, then, there was my dream tonight.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Another dream. When will these cursed nightmares end. So vivid in detail, so wide in scope, and so terrible in their implications. Tonight, however, was by far the worst.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The setting of the vision is quite simple. A circular arena a hundred feet across, but instead of walls the boundaries are actually raging walls of fire. At one end of the arena stands the League, battered and exhausted, and on the other end stands a giant cloaked figure covered in writhing worms…Kyuss! By everyone’s posture it is obvious that this is not a diplomatic encounter.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As the combat begins, I act first. I hear a voice in my head, booming through my psyche, and there is no question as to its source. The Worm God is calling to me, with promises of power granted only to his Chosen. ‘The world as you know it is doomed’, he says, ‘Why not join the new world as one of its ruling princes?’ The conflict within me rises again. A decision is made, and I know what I must do. Quickly, I retrieve another of my scrolls and read it. Time slows for everyone by myself and I set to work. Again solid fog, chilling wormlike tentacles, and numerous walls of green flame are conjured.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As time resumes, I find that I am kneeling on the floor of the arena, my eyes locked on the form of my great-great-grandfather. The only sound that I hear, the screams of my comrades as their flesh burns from their bones, is like a music to my ears. The Fog and Tentacles will keep them in place while my father sets about his work of dispatching them. When the brutality is completed, Kyuss approaches me, arms outstretched. ‘Welcome to the Dawn of a New Age.’ I am consumed by worms. For a fleeting moment, I feel as though I have finally found where I belonged.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I awake in a cold sweat, panting. It was a dream. I would never make such a decision. It was a dream. I would never betray my friends. <strong>It was a dream</strong>. I would never join Kyuss. <u><strong>It was a dream</strong></u>. I would never turn over this world to such a fate without dying first myself. <strong><u>IT WAS A DREAM</u></strong>.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It was a dream?</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Joachim, post: 2924921, member: 9531"] Because you asked for it several weeks ago.... [U][B]Excerpts from the Journal of Giovanni Vito, aka "Havok" - Starting with the Final Day at Kongen-Thulnir[/B][/U] [I]…The great red beast collapsed in a heap, smashed by the hammer of Grubber’s faith. With the death of the last dragon, the only sounds that I could make out in the room were the hard breathing associated with exertion, excitement, and exhaustion. Hawk, specifically, looked particularly grisly with his armor spattered with gobbets of the dragons’ ichor. Even though his face was covered with the visor of his full plate armor, I knew that he was wearing some form of a weary smile. As has been the case since Mak joined our group, Storm’s death was merely a temporary annoyance. Using the powers granted to him by his patriarch, the goliath brought the wizardess to the state of semi-life and semi-death of a Revenant. Upon the end of the revenance, and Storm’s repeated ‘death’, he quickly revived her using another of his many restorative prayers. Quite the nifty little trick, I must admit. After collecting our spoils from the corpses of our fallen enemies, the remaining members of the League linked hands, and Storm whisked us through the Astral plane back to the Forum of Waterdeep. Here we were able to sell any unwanted loot, split our wealth accordingly, re-equip ourselves, and plan our next move. It also afforded me the opportunity for some quiet contemplation of our ‘mission’, our goal, and my link to it all. The revelation that I am a direct descendant of the Scion of Kyuss, and thus the Worm-God himself, has left me dumbfounded. Largely since our witness of the ancient battle with Dragotha I have busied my mind with other thoughts. As we prepare ourselves for the coming venture into the dracolich’s lair, I realize that I must come to grips with where I come from and, thus, where my eldritch powers find their origin. All that I can surmise is that Kyuss sired a child that he was completely unaware of, or one that he had no need of. Somehow, whether by Lashonna’s work or otherwise, this ancestor of mine made its way to the House of Vito in Sembia. Upon Kyuss’ ‘ascension’, it would seem that the child would have become infused with some form of the Worm Lord’s power… The warlock’s curse must have lain dormant for many succeeding generations, until the time of the Kyuss’ release was nigh. At that time it awoke in me, much like it must have in Tomasina Vito centuries before. Since this revelation, since the moment where I knew that Tomasina played a key role (if not ‘the’ key role) in allowing the Order of the Storm druids to escape with Dragotha’s phylactery, I feel the power within me growing. No longer do I fear it. No longer am I a slave to it. It is mine to control, and I will use it as I see fit. Bring on Dragotha! By the gods, bring on Kyuss! There will be no so-called Age of Worms. With my burgeoning power, I will see to that!! --------------------------------------------------------------- My hand shakes as I pen this entry. Again, I am forced to write in the middle of the night, before the memory fades away with the coming dawn. Something has awoken within me. Something…else. I feel myself at conflict, and as my abilities grow in strength so does this conflict. And, then, there was my dream tonight. Another dream. When will these cursed nightmares end. So vivid in detail, so wide in scope, and so terrible in their implications. Tonight, however, was by far the worst. The setting of the vision is quite simple. A circular arena a hundred feet across, but instead of walls the boundaries are actually raging walls of fire. At one end of the arena stands the League, battered and exhausted, and on the other end stands a giant cloaked figure covered in writhing worms…Kyuss! By everyone’s posture it is obvious that this is not a diplomatic encounter. As the combat begins, I act first. I hear a voice in my head, booming through my psyche, and there is no question as to its source. The Worm God is calling to me, with promises of power granted only to his Chosen. ‘The world as you know it is doomed’, he says, ‘Why not join the new world as one of its ruling princes?’ The conflict within me rises again. A decision is made, and I know what I must do. Quickly, I retrieve another of my scrolls and read it. Time slows for everyone by myself and I set to work. Again solid fog, chilling wormlike tentacles, and numerous walls of green flame are conjured. As time resumes, I find that I am kneeling on the floor of the arena, my eyes locked on the form of my great-great-grandfather. The only sound that I hear, the screams of my comrades as their flesh burns from their bones, is like a music to my ears. The Fog and Tentacles will keep them in place while my father sets about his work of dispatching them. When the brutality is completed, Kyuss approaches me, arms outstretched. ‘Welcome to the Dawn of a New Age.’ I am consumed by worms. For a fleeting moment, I feel as though I have finally found where I belonged. I awake in a cold sweat, panting. It was a dream. I would never make such a decision. It was a dream. I would never betray my friends. [B]It was a dream[/B]. I would never join Kyuss. [U][B]It was a dream[/B][/U]. I would never turn over this world to such a fate without dying first myself. [B][U]IT WAS A DREAM[/U][/B]. It was a dream?[/I] [/QUOTE]
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