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<blockquote data-quote="Zora" data-source="post: 2827141" data-attributes="member: 30156"><p><strong>Rock's Journal entries</strong></p><p></p><p>Here are the journal entries after 11/25/05, which got lost in the recent server crash.</p><p></p><p>I'll post one for the last session soon.</p><p></p><p>Journal entry 02/03/06</p><p></p><p>Dearest Grandfather, </p><p></p><p>I have erred. I did not remember your lessons from your own adventuring days. You told me on many occasion "Never let Abatthor's influence take hold on you. It's the surest way to lose friends and boon companions…and they are worth more than any material possession you could have."</p><p></p><p>Things I had taken possession of under the assumption they were mine to keep were thought of differently by my closest friends. I had to take a step back and evaluate what was important to me and how I came to this. Upon arriving in Ankhapur, I had a change of heart. I divested myself of those things causing this toll on my heart and wish nothing more to do with them. I will also be sending Stone's armor back to Serrah to be sent to his family, as I believe Abatthor had a hand in my decision in regards to that. Someone from his family may want to take up a quest to see justice done, and I can do so without that accoutrement.</p><p></p><p>You'll be glad to know I've been training myself to use my body to better take the impact of battle, rather than trying to use quickness to dodge out of the way. This allows me to stay closer to my foe and not let them escape me should the opportunity arise. I believe this will allow me to wear heavier armor in times of need and will not work against me. Time will tell.</p><p></p><p>In Ankhapur, it seems Gadron has found us. Or more specifically, Liadan. There was a box waiting for her with her father's magical saddlebags in it. They hold a tremendous amount of gear. I can see this has had an effect on her, receiving her father's things.</p><p></p><p>Speaking of Covenant, I sold the ring he gave me to purchase supplies for Camber. I know others were planning on doing something, but I felt that rather than use simple money, what better use for an item blessed by Lathander than to provide a new beginning for the people of Camber, who so desperately need it. With the supplies, I sent along Stone's armor in a box addressed to Serrah with instructions inside on what to do.</p><p></p><p>Just before noon, we met with Tyrion Sinistral, a paladin of Tyr, who carries the "Judgement of Tyr", a relic of Tyr's in service to the god of justice. We hope he may be able to help us with bringing elder Furnael to justice. Truth be told, I found his gaze unsettling, as if everything in my life was being judged. I tried to put up a brave front, but I was by no means unafraid. I felt especially sorry for Nikos, who was putting himself on the path of redemption. He made mention this disturbed him greatly, being in the presence of Tyrion and the sword. </p><p></p><p>We told Tyrion everything. Afterwards, the sword changed shaped to a king's sceptor, upon which we had to swear that everything we told him was the truth. I introduced myself with my true name and the title of Outwarden of Camber, which I think surprised a few of my companions. I'd come to the decision long ago; I guess I'd just forgotten to tell the rest of them other than Telemnar and Sandrue.</p><p></p><p>With that, Tyrion stated that he would go seek audience with Furnael, by requesting him to the manor house that Tyrion was using, or going straight to him if that did not work. Nekaya and I stayed behind to hear the outcome, while the rest went to relax at one of the local inns to ease their mind.</p><p></p><p>Tyrion returned later and we gathered to hear what he had to say. It seems Furnael claims no knowledge, planning, etc. of the attack on Camber. Tyrion stated that his words neither rung true nor false. </p><p></p><p>Something is wrong here. Magics are my guess.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Journal entry 02/17/06</p><p></p><p>Dear Grandfather,</p><p></p><p>There has been some talk in the city about monsters suddenly appearing to wreak havoc amongst the citizenry. We experienced this directly today as a sleek black triceratops appeared immediately after I heard some sort of arcane mumbling somewhere near me. It was a fiendish creature with armor that was hard to pierce.</p><p></p><p>We were all trampled upon its appearance, as it savagely tore into the locals unlucky enough to be there at that time. During the chaos, I could see one person who it seemed to be going for, a nondescript man that quickly fled the scene. </p><p></p><p>It disappeared into the nothingness it was spawned from, after Telemnar dealt it a fatal blow. </p><p></p><p>The lady Liadan presented us all with small golden pins in the shape of the sun, with which she can cast her healing into from some distance away. Quite a clever idea.</p><p></p><p>We found out at dinner that Nikos has decided to part ways with us and go into the service of Tyrion Sinistral. I wish him all the best and feel this is the right decision for him. He is well on his way to finding peace with himself. It turns out that part of this new beginning for him means ridding himself of material things and past debts. He returned the gold I loaned him when he purchased that sword of his. I was asked if I would find use of the enchanted short sword he had, but I still feel ashamed at my earlier behavior regarding such things. It is better off with Telemnar. He's becoming so fast with those swords, I feel sorry for anybody who crosses him.</p><p></p><p>Erim suggested we keep a constant vigil on Furnael, hoping to draw him out or learn some more. I am agreed with this and will take the late night as my watch. Phaele and I went out to investigate something I heard from a local man whom I plied with ale today. It turns out Furnael has been purchasing exotic pets and magical items from the local shops. Phaele assures me that nothing he has purchased would raise any interest from anyone in her homeland as being worthwhile, let alone an elder. We have passed this information on to Tyrion to further his investigation.</p><p></p><p>I have heard some distressing news. It turns out the local horsebreeders, the Millright family, who are usually favorites to win the horserace coming up, have taken it upon themselves to cripple the competition. Telemnar found Aratan feeling unwell, and asked lady Liadan for help. Liadan found poison amongst the grain that was being fed to Aratan. The ostler was convinced to confess his dealings with the Millrights, and that they paid him to poison poor Aratan. I'm glad I wasn't there, as I can't imagine what my friend's face would have looked like upon hearing that information. The Millrights are smart to be worried about Telemnar, as a finer horse trainer I've never seen. But they might have more reason to be worried about him now.</p><p></p><p>My throat chokes at the idea of someone going after a defenseless and trusting creature as Aratan. My heart breaks to think of how my best friend is feeling right now.</p><p></p><p>I'm heading off now for the Millright's favorite watering hole with Liadan and Nekaya in tow…</p><p></p><p>…to "cripple the competition"</p><p></p><p></p><p>Journal entry 03/10/06</p><p></p><p>Dear Pepa,</p><p></p><p>Well, I was thrown in jail again for being in a barfight. The difference being that this time I </p><p>purposely started it. Nekaya decided not to join, so I left the warhammer you made me with her. I didn't want it getting "lost" somewhere in the brawl or during my time locked up, if it comes to that.</p><p></p><p>Liadan went with me, ostensibly to keep me from getting into too much trouble, but I warned her to stay out of it, no matter what happens. Just make sure no one gets unduly hurt, and hold my money, to bail me out later. Turns out it was for naught, as she ended up getting arrested along with the rest of us.</p><p></p><p>I calmly entered the inn, ordered up one of the barkeep's finest, asked him which table the Millrights were at, then laid 50 gold and a gem worth half as much on the bar for him, letting him know that would be for any damages forthcoming. He asked "What's this for, then?"</p><p></p><p>I removed my gloves, tucked them into my belt and informed him "I intend to misbehave."</p><p></p><p>I walked over to the table, where 8 men sat at the table with 2 female companions. There was an older gentleman amongst them, better dressed than the rest. Probably the patriarch of the clan. I asked which one was the rider on the morrow, and guessed correctly which one it would be.</p><p></p><p>Proclaiming loudly that the Millrights are cheaters and the cause of the poor ostler losing his job, I made sure that the rider, older gentleman, and the ladies knew that they were safe from me as long as they didn't interfere.</p><p></p><p>Someone poured a drink down the back of my shirt, yet that did not deter me from letting them know that I was there to dispense justice for my best friend's horse, which they had poisoned. I made sure to tell them they are lucky that they are getting a warning as to the pain they were about to receive, which poor Aratan did not, and that they were getting a chance to fight back, which Aratan did not.</p><p></p><p>The rest is a little blurry.</p><p></p><p>I didn't go into my warrior's rage right off. I wanted to enjoy the punishment being dealt to these low, underhanded men. This is the first brawl I've been in since coming to know my friends. I've learned a few things since then. I paced myself, using my endurance training to make sure I lasted as long as I could. Once or twice, a weapon was used, and I made sure that that person took the full brunt of the punishment until they were down. Otherwise, my main goal was to make sure I hurt as many Millrights as I could. I wanted them ALL to be hurt in some way as punishment for what they did to my best friend.</p><p></p><p>As things went, it was going good. Then I saw Liadan in the middle of the ruckus and got worried. I needn't have. I had forgotten she group up with many brothers, and is my equal -if not better- in raw strength. I don't think she was hurt as bad as I was, since they were probably reticent to attack a female. I'm sure they learned the error of that as soon as she started swinging, however.</p><p></p><p>All told, the brawl involved 2 inns, 1 shop , and roughly 130 or so individuals and was called by the town guards a "riot", rather than a simple brawl. I don't remember the name of the shop, as a Millright broke the sign on the door with his face -I told you Liadan was strong-, but I want to apologize to the shopkeeper when I get a chance. </p><p></p><p>Nekaya paid our bail the next morning in time for us to see the race Telemnar was in. Luckily, Liadan managed to get there in time to heal Aratan of the poisons still in his system from the night prior. I found out from Telemnar that the Millrights actually shot at Aratan with a crossbow. I held my temper in check and wished him good speed in the race today. I want to see the looks on their faces when Telemnar wins.</p><p></p><p>Nekaya offered to heal up some of my injuries, which was good, as I'm sure I had a couple of broken ribs in there somewhere. I paid her back the bail money for both Liadan and myself. It was worth every coin. As you've told me before, grandfather: "Satisfaction cannot be measured with pieces of gold". And I was VERY satisfied. I made sure she healed the ribs but left my face with its bruises and bloodied lip as is. It was very nice to see the reactions of the Millrights at the race avoid me when I came strolling by.</p><p></p><p>I should've gotten more healing, but I was too busy being smug to think that there might be a confrontation with Furnael involved at some point. We discussed before the race that we think Furnael hired someone to impersonate him, and now he's been trying to get rid of "loose ends" by summoning random creatures into the middle of the city.</p><p></p><p>A master wizard by the name of Geeghin Waas from Halruua spoke to us and was curious about our condemnation of Elder Furnael. He actually seemed like he wanted to help, and asked to talk to us later, after the races sometime.</p><p></p><p>Telemnar won the race! He won! I'm so proud of my friend right now, my heart is swelling with pride.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, my eyes are as keen as always, and there was a nondescript man in the crowd with a knife that has smoke coming off of it ever so lightly. It looks exactly like the same dagger we found off of the man in the city yesterday during the sudden Triceratops attack. He looks bent on committing some sort of treachery, and whilst I believe it to be towards Furnael, and I want Furnael brought to justice, I don't believe this lone person will be able to do it. I moved towards him through the crowd, in the hopes of talking to him and convincing him to join with us, as I'm sure he's the witness we need to Furnael's </p><p>doings.</p><p></p><p>I didn't get there fast enough, as he let fly with the dagger, which stopped short of Furnael, just as Tyrion Sinistral -presenting the trophy to Telemnar- shouted "assassin!". I'm trying to be heard by Tyrion, as I shout that he's a witness, when Furnael utters something arcane and a golden-furred huge bear springs into existence, looking like it's going after the would-be assassin.</p><p></p><p>Now I don't know what to do: save the would-be assassin, go after Furnael, or try to convince Tyrion in the middle of all of this to side with us?</p><p></p><p></p><p>Journal entry 03/24/06</p><p></p><p>Dear Grandfather,</p><p></p><p>Well, it turns out I didn't have much choice after all. The Celestial bear was going after the would-be assassin. I couldn't let it kill him, as he could be the key witness for us to bring Furnael to justice.</p><p></p><p>As much as I loathe the idea, I would have to harm this beautiful creature who had been summoned here against its will. I've had discussions with Sandrue and most recently Phaele on the nature of magic, to gain a better understanding of it. I've learned that summoned creatures such as this do not die, but simply go back to the place they were summoned from, no worse for wear. Still, I would have to cause pain to this stunning example of nature. For a brief moment, I wondered what type of bear it might have been before becoming celestial. Brown? Black? Chondathan? </p><p></p><p>But I had no time for such musings as I had to set upon it to save an assassin. I suspect Vergadain is having a laugh at my expense.</p><p></p><p>Although I was terribly angry at Furnael for what I had to do, and for the destruction of Camber, I did not let my anger overtake me as I wanted to strike hard and true, hoping to dispatch the bear with all due haste and with as little pain to it as possible.</p><p></p><p>Which I did.* However, it was not enough, as I staggered it greatly but did not dispatch it with what I consider to be the surest strike I have ever made. I should have known such a great beast would not fall so easily. The bear managed to strike the assassin down, but I could see he was still breathing. I struck the bear another blow just as I felt the effects of Erim's spell of quickness overcome me. The bear fell to the ground on top of the assassin, its dead weight pinning the assassin underneath. </p><p></p><p>Now I could feel the anger threatening to boil over my senses, and knew that I had to do something to keep Furnael from killing the assassin and ruining one of our best chances to bring the Halruuan to justice. I bellowed at the top of my lungs that he murdered the town of Camber and let myself be cloaked in my rage like a warm blanket on a cold night. I knew this would get his attention, even if only briefly. I just wanted his attention fixed on me, giving my companions a chance to save the assassin.</p><p></p><p>It worked spendidly. Probably too well. Furnael's countryman, the wizard Geeghin Waas, threw some sort of lighting spell at me, but it was countered by another, presumably from Phaele. Too bad she's leaving us. More on that later, Pepa. However, Furnael did cast some huge, blue-energy hand as high as an ogre that pushed me back a ways, catching me by surprise. I struck the magical hand a couple of resounding blows, yet it still interposed between myself and Furnael. During this time, Nekaya stood over the fallen assassin and took a spell that was meant for him, and Sir Tyrion ordered us all to stand down, with an imposing voice that caused me nearly to falter in my rage-infused plan. This time the hand made no progress as I pushed back against it, then struck it a few more times as it shattered into magical energy.</p><p></p><p>Liadan managed at this time to physically grab Furnael and hold him still. I bet that shocked the pompous wizard!</p><p></p><p>At this time, there was a surprising arrival of four more people, all dressed in that horrificly overdone fashion of the elders of Halruua. As soon as they arrived, Furnael disappeared right out of Liadan's grasp. As you've said before "It's really hard to keep a powerful wizard in one place." With that, the other four elders and Geeghin Waas disappeared. As we were wondering what would happen, Tyrion said that as far as he and Tyr were concerned, that was an admission of guilt. He then stepped towards the assassin and revealed him to be a doppelganger! That made my skin crawl, I have to tell you. He confessed to everything and will be put to death for the murders he's committed.</p><p></p><p>Not long after leaving, the wizard Geeghin Waas and one of the elders returned to say that they had captured Furnael and had him imprisoned. I could feel my whole body relax at the thought of the murderer of Camber being brought to justice. Even Sir Tyrion accepted their declaration and seemed satisfied. As a token of their appreciation, Geeghin Waas and the elder offered us a small bag with 6 ioun stones inside, one from each of the elders/wizards that had been present earlier. In addition, we received a box filled with platinum pieces, roughly 1000 for each of us. I declined a stone, as I am still keenly aware of Abatthor's influence on such things, and am reticent to put myself in such a position again. My share of the money I have put on account with the supplier I previously dealt with in sending supplies to Camber. I'll be sending a letter shortly to Serrah to let her know of the account and inform her that it is for the rebuilding of Camber when they should need it.</p><p></p><p>It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to Phaele, master sorceress. She has come quite a ways from the time that we first met, and I couldn't be happier to call her friend. The elder has given her some information regarding her family, who have fallen ill. Mayhaps she will meet up with us later, although I hope she manages to give Halruua reason to not so easily dismiss the abilities of sorcerors. I could tell that Master Wizard Geeghin Waas was duly impressed with her ability to counter his spells earlier. I know some of hers and Sandrue's mannerisms and attitudes have helped shape me. Hopefully we from the uncultured north have opened her up to new possibilities, also. </p><p></p><p>Pepa, one of my goals here in Ankhapur was to get an item of such an enchantment as to give me the need for less rest, so that I may guard my companions more. Am I still under Abatthor's influence by claiming it is for the good of my companions? Or is the All-father Moradin and Gorm Gulthyn telling me to do what is right?</p><p></p><p>I must pray on this.</p><p></p><p>* = first attack of the battle Rock scored a natural 20 and confirmed the critical for an even 100 points of damage.</p><p></p><p>(Devo - sorry for the miscalculation on damage.)</p><p></p><p></p><p>Letter to Serrah</p><p></p><p>Dear Serrah Puffelweiss,</p><p></p><p>It is with great joy that I announce that the man who brought ruin upon the town of Camber</p><p>has been apprehended and will be brought to justice.</p><p></p><p>Formerly known as Elder Aethrid Furnael of Halruua, he has been captured by the elders of Halruua and with the help and testimony of Tyrion Sinistral, right hand of Tyr, been deemed guilty of the destruction of Camber and its citizens.</p><p></p><p>Goodman Furnael has been stripped of his powers and enfeebled as his judgment awaits him</p><p>by the good people of Halruua.</p><p></p><p>As a token of their appreciation for the assistance in bringing his involvement to light, Halruua has offered each of my companions a sum of 1000 pieces of platinum. I have put my share into an account with the same merchant whom I arranged the previous supplies sent to you. </p><p></p><p>Camber has an account of 10,000 pieces of gold with which to help rebuild. </p><p></p><p>Until we meet again,</p><p>Baran Amiladak</p><p>Outwarden of Camber</p><p></p><p></p><p>Journal entry 4/7/06</p><p></p><p>Dearest Grandfather,</p><p></p><p>Before leaving Ankhapur, I reached my decision and gave a local wizard the ring I had made to enchant. A simple silver ring, it has the following symbols upon it: crossed swords, lightning bolt, Lathander's symbol, a chess piece, and a hakra. </p><p></p><p>I have asked him to place a Sustenance enchantment upon it, so I will need to rest less than normal and remain awake longer, to better protect my friends. The wizard explained that I would need to wear it for one week before the magic would activate. This seemed odd, but Phaele trusted him, so must I. </p><p></p><p>I also purchased some potions; one to make me stronger, one to protect me from arrows, and one to remove poison. As fate would have it, as we were making ready to leave Ankhapur, Liadan bestowed upon me a bandolier for holding potions, which was exquisitely made. I felt at once odd about accepting the gift, seeing the problems that came beforehand, but the way in which it was presented left me no doubt as to the nature</p><p>of the gift. </p><p></p><p>To think I once thought she could be a demon…more the fool I.</p><p></p><p>We had a farewell dinner with Nikos before leaving, and I wish I had gotten to know him better. I never truly befriended him, and for that I am sorry. But it gladdens me to see the new purpose he has found in life. I hope to see him again.</p><p></p><p>We embarked upon a ship to travel the coast of the Lake of Steam until such point as we reached Yhep, where we would travel straight across to Derlusk. My truest friend Telemnar has been quiet much of the trip, letting me do most of the talking. I confided in him about the ring and my feelings, and we discussed the outcome of the affair with Furnael. It's good we can talk, as I think we were both feeling a bit low at the departure of our friends. I did manage to make him laugh a bit whilst trying out a new technique of sending messages. During our ship ride, I would coax small birds to me, and tie a small message to them and tell them to take them to the other end of the ship to Telemnar. I think this lightened his spirits some.</p><p></p><p>The goblin, Pakkin, has been playing with his new mount, a riding wolf he named Sacred. Odd little creature. I think Nekaya is having a very good influence on him.</p><p></p><p>After debarking in Derlusk, we rode south and saw ourselves amongst Wemic territory. Strangely beautiful creatures, wemics. Very tribal and nomadic, it would seem. </p><p></p><p>I have reached the point where I do not feel the need for as much rest as normal. I went to sleep before dark tonight, so that I may stay awake the entire night, keeping guard. It's odd, during the second night of this, it definitely feels different. So much time awake. I'm not used to it. It's interesting to watch both Erim and Telemnar during their meditation. I have a lot of time to think, I've noticed. It's a very good time for reflection, all alone in the dark with my thoughts. </p><p></p><p>The next day we came upon a column of smoke on the plains. As we made our way towards it, we saw a ring of large wagons, sitting in a circle with large lizard-like creatures to pull them. A small company of heavily-accented brethren were being assailed by what can only be described as chaos unleashed.</p><p></p><p>Creatures with eyes that suddenly appeared and disappeared, tentacles, gibbering mouths, and pustules of mucus were hopping, slithering, flying, flopping or walking around, attacking these well-armed dwarves. There was one such gigantic thing that simply oozed across the ground, inexorably making its way towards the wagons.</p><p></p><p>We set upon the hideous creatures, and the incessant babbling was near unto driving me mad, as I drank the potion of strength and laid into these abominations with a fervor. I could feel Lathander's blessings upon me as Liadan called upon her patron on our behalf. These other dwarves looked nigh upon exhaustion as they fought, and one even told us to leave, that they didn't need our help. The look in some of their eyes made me think different.</p><p></p><p>During this time, Nekaya and Pakkin were getting fairly hurt nearby, whilst Nekaya's faithful mount Pekuah was being grabbed by one of the biggest creatures there. Hoping to raise some morale, maybe spur these southern brethren into action, I called loudly upon Clangeddin and Haela to aid us and let my anger infuse me with even more strength. Pekuah meanwhile had gone limp in the creature's embrace, and I had to decide between aiding Nekaya and Pakkin, or saving Pekuah. I saw Liadan aid Pekuah by bringing her back</p><p>to consciousness, but she was still too weak to escape the creature's embrace. I raced over there and leapt at the creature, swinging as hard as I could, hoping to break the creature's embrace and make it face me while ignoring the magnificent Pekuah. I simply couldn't allow another celestial creature suffer after what I had to do to that bear last week in Ankhapur.</p><p></p><p>I struck it hard and true, and the added power of my rage and the magical liquid coursing through my body crushed the creature, freeing the paladin's steed.*</p><p></p><p>After finishing off a couple more of the creatures, one of the dwarves said "don't get too comfortable" as it looked back towards the monstrous thing sliding across the grassland. I made my way towards it, and watched in disgust as a pustule opened up on it, and one of those horrid little abominations fell to the ground, scrabbled to its feet and rush towards me…</p><p></p><p>Some things just should not exist.</p><p></p><p></p><p>*Rock got lucky and rolled a 20, confirmed the critical, and with 3d8 rolled 7,7,8 on the dice for 130 pts. of damage.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Zora, post: 2827141, member: 30156"] [b]Rock's Journal entries[/b] Here are the journal entries after 11/25/05, which got lost in the recent server crash. I'll post one for the last session soon. Journal entry 02/03/06 Dearest Grandfather, I have erred. I did not remember your lessons from your own adventuring days. You told me on many occasion "Never let Abatthor's influence take hold on you. It's the surest way to lose friends and boon companions…and they are worth more than any material possession you could have." Things I had taken possession of under the assumption they were mine to keep were thought of differently by my closest friends. I had to take a step back and evaluate what was important to me and how I came to this. Upon arriving in Ankhapur, I had a change of heart. I divested myself of those things causing this toll on my heart and wish nothing more to do with them. I will also be sending Stone's armor back to Serrah to be sent to his family, as I believe Abatthor had a hand in my decision in regards to that. Someone from his family may want to take up a quest to see justice done, and I can do so without that accoutrement. You'll be glad to know I've been training myself to use my body to better take the impact of battle, rather than trying to use quickness to dodge out of the way. This allows me to stay closer to my foe and not let them escape me should the opportunity arise. I believe this will allow me to wear heavier armor in times of need and will not work against me. Time will tell. In Ankhapur, it seems Gadron has found us. Or more specifically, Liadan. There was a box waiting for her with her father's magical saddlebags in it. They hold a tremendous amount of gear. I can see this has had an effect on her, receiving her father's things. Speaking of Covenant, I sold the ring he gave me to purchase supplies for Camber. I know others were planning on doing something, but I felt that rather than use simple money, what better use for an item blessed by Lathander than to provide a new beginning for the people of Camber, who so desperately need it. With the supplies, I sent along Stone's armor in a box addressed to Serrah with instructions inside on what to do. Just before noon, we met with Tyrion Sinistral, a paladin of Tyr, who carries the "Judgement of Tyr", a relic of Tyr's in service to the god of justice. We hope he may be able to help us with bringing elder Furnael to justice. Truth be told, I found his gaze unsettling, as if everything in my life was being judged. I tried to put up a brave front, but I was by no means unafraid. I felt especially sorry for Nikos, who was putting himself on the path of redemption. He made mention this disturbed him greatly, being in the presence of Tyrion and the sword. We told Tyrion everything. Afterwards, the sword changed shaped to a king's sceptor, upon which we had to swear that everything we told him was the truth. I introduced myself with my true name and the title of Outwarden of Camber, which I think surprised a few of my companions. I'd come to the decision long ago; I guess I'd just forgotten to tell the rest of them other than Telemnar and Sandrue. With that, Tyrion stated that he would go seek audience with Furnael, by requesting him to the manor house that Tyrion was using, or going straight to him if that did not work. Nekaya and I stayed behind to hear the outcome, while the rest went to relax at one of the local inns to ease their mind. Tyrion returned later and we gathered to hear what he had to say. It seems Furnael claims no knowledge, planning, etc. of the attack on Camber. Tyrion stated that his words neither rung true nor false. Something is wrong here. Magics are my guess. Journal entry 02/17/06 Dear Grandfather, There has been some talk in the city about monsters suddenly appearing to wreak havoc amongst the citizenry. We experienced this directly today as a sleek black triceratops appeared immediately after I heard some sort of arcane mumbling somewhere near me. It was a fiendish creature with armor that was hard to pierce. We were all trampled upon its appearance, as it savagely tore into the locals unlucky enough to be there at that time. During the chaos, I could see one person who it seemed to be going for, a nondescript man that quickly fled the scene. It disappeared into the nothingness it was spawned from, after Telemnar dealt it a fatal blow. The lady Liadan presented us all with small golden pins in the shape of the sun, with which she can cast her healing into from some distance away. Quite a clever idea. We found out at dinner that Nikos has decided to part ways with us and go into the service of Tyrion Sinistral. I wish him all the best and feel this is the right decision for him. He is well on his way to finding peace with himself. It turns out that part of this new beginning for him means ridding himself of material things and past debts. He returned the gold I loaned him when he purchased that sword of his. I was asked if I would find use of the enchanted short sword he had, but I still feel ashamed at my earlier behavior regarding such things. It is better off with Telemnar. He's becoming so fast with those swords, I feel sorry for anybody who crosses him. Erim suggested we keep a constant vigil on Furnael, hoping to draw him out or learn some more. I am agreed with this and will take the late night as my watch. Phaele and I went out to investigate something I heard from a local man whom I plied with ale today. It turns out Furnael has been purchasing exotic pets and magical items from the local shops. Phaele assures me that nothing he has purchased would raise any interest from anyone in her homeland as being worthwhile, let alone an elder. We have passed this information on to Tyrion to further his investigation. I have heard some distressing news. It turns out the local horsebreeders, the Millright family, who are usually favorites to win the horserace coming up, have taken it upon themselves to cripple the competition. Telemnar found Aratan feeling unwell, and asked lady Liadan for help. Liadan found poison amongst the grain that was being fed to Aratan. The ostler was convinced to confess his dealings with the Millrights, and that they paid him to poison poor Aratan. I'm glad I wasn't there, as I can't imagine what my friend's face would have looked like upon hearing that information. The Millrights are smart to be worried about Telemnar, as a finer horse trainer I've never seen. But they might have more reason to be worried about him now. My throat chokes at the idea of someone going after a defenseless and trusting creature as Aratan. My heart breaks to think of how my best friend is feeling right now. I'm heading off now for the Millright's favorite watering hole with Liadan and Nekaya in tow… …to "cripple the competition" Journal entry 03/10/06 Dear Pepa, Well, I was thrown in jail again for being in a barfight. The difference being that this time I purposely started it. Nekaya decided not to join, so I left the warhammer you made me with her. I didn't want it getting "lost" somewhere in the brawl or during my time locked up, if it comes to that. Liadan went with me, ostensibly to keep me from getting into too much trouble, but I warned her to stay out of it, no matter what happens. Just make sure no one gets unduly hurt, and hold my money, to bail me out later. Turns out it was for naught, as she ended up getting arrested along with the rest of us. I calmly entered the inn, ordered up one of the barkeep's finest, asked him which table the Millrights were at, then laid 50 gold and a gem worth half as much on the bar for him, letting him know that would be for any damages forthcoming. He asked "What's this for, then?" I removed my gloves, tucked them into my belt and informed him "I intend to misbehave." I walked over to the table, where 8 men sat at the table with 2 female companions. There was an older gentleman amongst them, better dressed than the rest. Probably the patriarch of the clan. I asked which one was the rider on the morrow, and guessed correctly which one it would be. Proclaiming loudly that the Millrights are cheaters and the cause of the poor ostler losing his job, I made sure that the rider, older gentleman, and the ladies knew that they were safe from me as long as they didn't interfere. Someone poured a drink down the back of my shirt, yet that did not deter me from letting them know that I was there to dispense justice for my best friend's horse, which they had poisoned. I made sure to tell them they are lucky that they are getting a warning as to the pain they were about to receive, which poor Aratan did not, and that they were getting a chance to fight back, which Aratan did not. The rest is a little blurry. I didn't go into my warrior's rage right off. I wanted to enjoy the punishment being dealt to these low, underhanded men. This is the first brawl I've been in since coming to know my friends. I've learned a few things since then. I paced myself, using my endurance training to make sure I lasted as long as I could. Once or twice, a weapon was used, and I made sure that that person took the full brunt of the punishment until they were down. Otherwise, my main goal was to make sure I hurt as many Millrights as I could. I wanted them ALL to be hurt in some way as punishment for what they did to my best friend. As things went, it was going good. Then I saw Liadan in the middle of the ruckus and got worried. I needn't have. I had forgotten she group up with many brothers, and is my equal -if not better- in raw strength. I don't think she was hurt as bad as I was, since they were probably reticent to attack a female. I'm sure they learned the error of that as soon as she started swinging, however. All told, the brawl involved 2 inns, 1 shop , and roughly 130 or so individuals and was called by the town guards a "riot", rather than a simple brawl. I don't remember the name of the shop, as a Millright broke the sign on the door with his face -I told you Liadan was strong-, but I want to apologize to the shopkeeper when I get a chance. Nekaya paid our bail the next morning in time for us to see the race Telemnar was in. Luckily, Liadan managed to get there in time to heal Aratan of the poisons still in his system from the night prior. I found out from Telemnar that the Millrights actually shot at Aratan with a crossbow. I held my temper in check and wished him good speed in the race today. I want to see the looks on their faces when Telemnar wins. Nekaya offered to heal up some of my injuries, which was good, as I'm sure I had a couple of broken ribs in there somewhere. I paid her back the bail money for both Liadan and myself. It was worth every coin. As you've told me before, grandfather: "Satisfaction cannot be measured with pieces of gold". And I was VERY satisfied. I made sure she healed the ribs but left my face with its bruises and bloodied lip as is. It was very nice to see the reactions of the Millrights at the race avoid me when I came strolling by. I should've gotten more healing, but I was too busy being smug to think that there might be a confrontation with Furnael involved at some point. We discussed before the race that we think Furnael hired someone to impersonate him, and now he's been trying to get rid of "loose ends" by summoning random creatures into the middle of the city. A master wizard by the name of Geeghin Waas from Halruua spoke to us and was curious about our condemnation of Elder Furnael. He actually seemed like he wanted to help, and asked to talk to us later, after the races sometime. Telemnar won the race! He won! I'm so proud of my friend right now, my heart is swelling with pride. Unfortunately, my eyes are as keen as always, and there was a nondescript man in the crowd with a knife that has smoke coming off of it ever so lightly. It looks exactly like the same dagger we found off of the man in the city yesterday during the sudden Triceratops attack. He looks bent on committing some sort of treachery, and whilst I believe it to be towards Furnael, and I want Furnael brought to justice, I don't believe this lone person will be able to do it. I moved towards him through the crowd, in the hopes of talking to him and convincing him to join with us, as I'm sure he's the witness we need to Furnael's doings. I didn't get there fast enough, as he let fly with the dagger, which stopped short of Furnael, just as Tyrion Sinistral -presenting the trophy to Telemnar- shouted "assassin!". I'm trying to be heard by Tyrion, as I shout that he's a witness, when Furnael utters something arcane and a golden-furred huge bear springs into existence, looking like it's going after the would-be assassin. Now I don't know what to do: save the would-be assassin, go after Furnael, or try to convince Tyrion in the middle of all of this to side with us? Journal entry 03/24/06 Dear Grandfather, Well, it turns out I didn't have much choice after all. The Celestial bear was going after the would-be assassin. I couldn't let it kill him, as he could be the key witness for us to bring Furnael to justice. As much as I loathe the idea, I would have to harm this beautiful creature who had been summoned here against its will. I've had discussions with Sandrue and most recently Phaele on the nature of magic, to gain a better understanding of it. I've learned that summoned creatures such as this do not die, but simply go back to the place they were summoned from, no worse for wear. Still, I would have to cause pain to this stunning example of nature. For a brief moment, I wondered what type of bear it might have been before becoming celestial. Brown? Black? Chondathan? But I had no time for such musings as I had to set upon it to save an assassin. I suspect Vergadain is having a laugh at my expense. Although I was terribly angry at Furnael for what I had to do, and for the destruction of Camber, I did not let my anger overtake me as I wanted to strike hard and true, hoping to dispatch the bear with all due haste and with as little pain to it as possible. Which I did.* However, it was not enough, as I staggered it greatly but did not dispatch it with what I consider to be the surest strike I have ever made. I should have known such a great beast would not fall so easily. The bear managed to strike the assassin down, but I could see he was still breathing. I struck the bear another blow just as I felt the effects of Erim's spell of quickness overcome me. The bear fell to the ground on top of the assassin, its dead weight pinning the assassin underneath. Now I could feel the anger threatening to boil over my senses, and knew that I had to do something to keep Furnael from killing the assassin and ruining one of our best chances to bring the Halruuan to justice. I bellowed at the top of my lungs that he murdered the town of Camber and let myself be cloaked in my rage like a warm blanket on a cold night. I knew this would get his attention, even if only briefly. I just wanted his attention fixed on me, giving my companions a chance to save the assassin. It worked spendidly. Probably too well. Furnael's countryman, the wizard Geeghin Waas, threw some sort of lighting spell at me, but it was countered by another, presumably from Phaele. Too bad she's leaving us. More on that later, Pepa. However, Furnael did cast some huge, blue-energy hand as high as an ogre that pushed me back a ways, catching me by surprise. I struck the magical hand a couple of resounding blows, yet it still interposed between myself and Furnael. During this time, Nekaya stood over the fallen assassin and took a spell that was meant for him, and Sir Tyrion ordered us all to stand down, with an imposing voice that caused me nearly to falter in my rage-infused plan. This time the hand made no progress as I pushed back against it, then struck it a few more times as it shattered into magical energy. Liadan managed at this time to physically grab Furnael and hold him still. I bet that shocked the pompous wizard! At this time, there was a surprising arrival of four more people, all dressed in that horrificly overdone fashion of the elders of Halruua. As soon as they arrived, Furnael disappeared right out of Liadan's grasp. As you've said before "It's really hard to keep a powerful wizard in one place." With that, the other four elders and Geeghin Waas disappeared. As we were wondering what would happen, Tyrion said that as far as he and Tyr were concerned, that was an admission of guilt. He then stepped towards the assassin and revealed him to be a doppelganger! That made my skin crawl, I have to tell you. He confessed to everything and will be put to death for the murders he's committed. Not long after leaving, the wizard Geeghin Waas and one of the elders returned to say that they had captured Furnael and had him imprisoned. I could feel my whole body relax at the thought of the murderer of Camber being brought to justice. Even Sir Tyrion accepted their declaration and seemed satisfied. As a token of their appreciation, Geeghin Waas and the elder offered us a small bag with 6 ioun stones inside, one from each of the elders/wizards that had been present earlier. In addition, we received a box filled with platinum pieces, roughly 1000 for each of us. I declined a stone, as I am still keenly aware of Abatthor's influence on such things, and am reticent to put myself in such a position again. My share of the money I have put on account with the supplier I previously dealt with in sending supplies to Camber. I'll be sending a letter shortly to Serrah to let her know of the account and inform her that it is for the rebuilding of Camber when they should need it. It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to Phaele, master sorceress. She has come quite a ways from the time that we first met, and I couldn't be happier to call her friend. The elder has given her some information regarding her family, who have fallen ill. Mayhaps she will meet up with us later, although I hope she manages to give Halruua reason to not so easily dismiss the abilities of sorcerors. I could tell that Master Wizard Geeghin Waas was duly impressed with her ability to counter his spells earlier. I know some of hers and Sandrue's mannerisms and attitudes have helped shape me. Hopefully we from the uncultured north have opened her up to new possibilities, also. Pepa, one of my goals here in Ankhapur was to get an item of such an enchantment as to give me the need for less rest, so that I may guard my companions more. Am I still under Abatthor's influence by claiming it is for the good of my companions? Or is the All-father Moradin and Gorm Gulthyn telling me to do what is right? I must pray on this. * = first attack of the battle Rock scored a natural 20 and confirmed the critical for an even 100 points of damage. (Devo - sorry for the miscalculation on damage.) Letter to Serrah Dear Serrah Puffelweiss, It is with great joy that I announce that the man who brought ruin upon the town of Camber has been apprehended and will be brought to justice. Formerly known as Elder Aethrid Furnael of Halruua, he has been captured by the elders of Halruua and with the help and testimony of Tyrion Sinistral, right hand of Tyr, been deemed guilty of the destruction of Camber and its citizens. Goodman Furnael has been stripped of his powers and enfeebled as his judgment awaits him by the good people of Halruua. As a token of their appreciation for the assistance in bringing his involvement to light, Halruua has offered each of my companions a sum of 1000 pieces of platinum. I have put my share into an account with the same merchant whom I arranged the previous supplies sent to you. Camber has an account of 10,000 pieces of gold with which to help rebuild. Until we meet again, Baran Amiladak Outwarden of Camber Journal entry 4/7/06 Dearest Grandfather, Before leaving Ankhapur, I reached my decision and gave a local wizard the ring I had made to enchant. A simple silver ring, it has the following symbols upon it: crossed swords, lightning bolt, Lathander's symbol, a chess piece, and a hakra. I have asked him to place a Sustenance enchantment upon it, so I will need to rest less than normal and remain awake longer, to better protect my friends. The wizard explained that I would need to wear it for one week before the magic would activate. This seemed odd, but Phaele trusted him, so must I. I also purchased some potions; one to make me stronger, one to protect me from arrows, and one to remove poison. As fate would have it, as we were making ready to leave Ankhapur, Liadan bestowed upon me a bandolier for holding potions, which was exquisitely made. I felt at once odd about accepting the gift, seeing the problems that came beforehand, but the way in which it was presented left me no doubt as to the nature of the gift. To think I once thought she could be a demon…more the fool I. We had a farewell dinner with Nikos before leaving, and I wish I had gotten to know him better. I never truly befriended him, and for that I am sorry. But it gladdens me to see the new purpose he has found in life. I hope to see him again. We embarked upon a ship to travel the coast of the Lake of Steam until such point as we reached Yhep, where we would travel straight across to Derlusk. My truest friend Telemnar has been quiet much of the trip, letting me do most of the talking. I confided in him about the ring and my feelings, and we discussed the outcome of the affair with Furnael. It's good we can talk, as I think we were both feeling a bit low at the departure of our friends. I did manage to make him laugh a bit whilst trying out a new technique of sending messages. During our ship ride, I would coax small birds to me, and tie a small message to them and tell them to take them to the other end of the ship to Telemnar. I think this lightened his spirits some. The goblin, Pakkin, has been playing with his new mount, a riding wolf he named Sacred. Odd little creature. I think Nekaya is having a very good influence on him. After debarking in Derlusk, we rode south and saw ourselves amongst Wemic territory. Strangely beautiful creatures, wemics. Very tribal and nomadic, it would seem. I have reached the point where I do not feel the need for as much rest as normal. I went to sleep before dark tonight, so that I may stay awake the entire night, keeping guard. It's odd, during the second night of this, it definitely feels different. So much time awake. I'm not used to it. It's interesting to watch both Erim and Telemnar during their meditation. I have a lot of time to think, I've noticed. It's a very good time for reflection, all alone in the dark with my thoughts. The next day we came upon a column of smoke on the plains. As we made our way towards it, we saw a ring of large wagons, sitting in a circle with large lizard-like creatures to pull them. A small company of heavily-accented brethren were being assailed by what can only be described as chaos unleashed. Creatures with eyes that suddenly appeared and disappeared, tentacles, gibbering mouths, and pustules of mucus were hopping, slithering, flying, flopping or walking around, attacking these well-armed dwarves. There was one such gigantic thing that simply oozed across the ground, inexorably making its way towards the wagons. We set upon the hideous creatures, and the incessant babbling was near unto driving me mad, as I drank the potion of strength and laid into these abominations with a fervor. I could feel Lathander's blessings upon me as Liadan called upon her patron on our behalf. These other dwarves looked nigh upon exhaustion as they fought, and one even told us to leave, that they didn't need our help. The look in some of their eyes made me think different. During this time, Nekaya and Pakkin were getting fairly hurt nearby, whilst Nekaya's faithful mount Pekuah was being grabbed by one of the biggest creatures there. Hoping to raise some morale, maybe spur these southern brethren into action, I called loudly upon Clangeddin and Haela to aid us and let my anger infuse me with even more strength. Pekuah meanwhile had gone limp in the creature's embrace, and I had to decide between aiding Nekaya and Pakkin, or saving Pekuah. I saw Liadan aid Pekuah by bringing her back to consciousness, but she was still too weak to escape the creature's embrace. I raced over there and leapt at the creature, swinging as hard as I could, hoping to break the creature's embrace and make it face me while ignoring the magnificent Pekuah. I simply couldn't allow another celestial creature suffer after what I had to do to that bear last week in Ankhapur. I struck it hard and true, and the added power of my rage and the magical liquid coursing through my body crushed the creature, freeing the paladin's steed.* After finishing off a couple more of the creatures, one of the dwarves said "don't get too comfortable" as it looked back towards the monstrous thing sliding across the grassland. I made my way towards it, and watched in disgust as a pustule opened up on it, and one of those horrid little abominations fell to the ground, scrabbled to its feet and rush towards me… Some things just should not exist. *Rock got lucky and rolled a 20, confirmed the critical, and with 3d8 rolled 7,7,8 on the dice for 130 pts. of damage. [/QUOTE]
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