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<blockquote data-quote="Jubilee" data-source="post: 3865107" data-attributes="member: 36594"><p><strong>From the Journals of Gwaenna Goldenbrow (10/28/07 session) part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>When I exited Artemis’s house to greet these visitors, I nearly stumbled down the steps with the shock of it. A most unusual camp had sprouted up in the courtyard in front of Artemis’s house. Darguun goblins moved around the camp and guards patrolled the perimeter. As soon as I emerged, with a curious Conshru at my side, a pair of goblin guards hustled up the steps and informed me that General Oksumoto of the Kesh Volar tribe would see me! I could barely contain my laughter, for the scene was so outrageous here in the high heart of Sharn, but I managed a polite smile and allowed them to lead me to the general’s camp.</p><p></p><p>When we entered the tent of the general, he informed us, without much preamble, that he knew of my search for the sword of Khas, and that he had come to be my husband and rule the new goblinoid empire at my side (or he would wield the sword and be king, he offered graciously, if I wished it. Hah!). Conshru and I were both quite irritated by this announcement – Conshru put it quite well when he looked towards Artemis’s home and grumbled, “does everybody know?” for indeed, it seems our mission proceeds us no matter where we go and how secretive we intend to be.</p><p></p><p>As we weren’t yet sure what we were going to do with the sword, or even whether we would be able to get it, I wouldn’t have wanted to accept the general’s offer even if I were inclined towards marriage – which I am not. I am not even certain I would want to be queen – for a queen, I am sure, is not also allowed to be an adventurer. Furthermore, if I were to be queen, I would do it in my own right and I would not be required to have a king to make them accept me (as the general tells me). However, as I wanted these people out of Artemis’s courtyard and I did not want to make enemies of them, I gave the general a quest. In retrospect, it was not as clever as I thought at the time; for there’s the chance he might succeed.</p><p></p><p>I have for quite some time now desired a ring of wizardly power, which would greatly enhance my spell casting ability. Artemis tells me that this is an object that he is not yet able to make and there is a possibility he will not be able to make it for a great many years. Additionally, although he used his contacts within the house, there was no one who would either admit to having one or to wishing to sell one. So I told the general that if he should retrieve such a ring for me, I would marry him. Really, I ought to have said I would consider marrying him if he found it for me or I should have given him a series of quests, each more dangerous than the last. But, if he should find the ring and I should have to marry him (it was, sadly, witnessed by the dirgesinger and a priest, so I am bound), I am sure it will not change my life too much. I can certainly best him in arms if he ever tries to force me to retire from exploring or to enter the marriage bed.</p><p></p><p>Besides, if we fail to get the sword, or if I choose not to wield it or lead the new goblinoid empire, I am sure he will not want to marry me. As I do not much desire to be a queen, I will have to find some other way of safely destroying or disposing of the sword. I am not sure I would trust it in any one else’s hands; would I be allowed NOT to use it if I had it? The general did warn me that there were other tribes seeking us and that some would work against us.</p><p></p><p>Perhaps we could change its nature so that it is no longer such a strong call to the goblinoid people. The stories say that Khas made a deal with a fiend of some sort in its creation, and that its power is fiendish in nature. Whether it was his fiendish ally or the sword itself, or some combination, that controlled his people, I’m not sure of. But I fear it would subjugate the goblin tribes against their will, even if there were not so many willing to blindly follow the sword because of the stories.</p><p></p><p>We did learn that it was not the loose tongues of our companions, the dark lanterns, or anyone in Droaam that led this tribe to Artemis’s doorstep. Rather, it was the tribe’s Dirgesinger who had a vision and brought them here. He told me more of this prophecy, which seems both dire and cryptic:</p><p></p><p> On the Red Moon will come the Firestorm</p><p> The one bonded to the blade will watch</p><p> As their people die</p><p> If they do nothing, then they and all those they love</p><p> Will die in its heat</p><p> For no blade, forged of steel or conjured by sorcery</p><p> Can touch this foe </p><p></p><p>I will have to think on it a great deal before I reveal it to the rest of my companions, for I would like to have explanations to offer the inevitable questions, rather than let it get confused in a morass of ignorant speculation. I did ask the Dirgesinger about Alderash and Acheron, of which he knew little, and gave into his keeping the Dirgesong of Alderash we had found amongst his son’s grave goods. I hope I made it clear enough to the Dirgesinger that I will take it amiss if the saga is damaged or destroyed, but he did not seem one to be overtaken by ancient religious zeal.</p><p></p><p>We decided to move the tribe down into the Closed Circle, because I did not know where else I could put them. I was fairly sure they would not simply go away. I thought Artemis would be pleased that I got them out of his courtyard, but he told me rather tartly that it wasn’t HIS courtyard. I believe he was implying that he felt the Closed Circle was HIS and that I had violated its sanctity by leading the goblin tribe there. However, I believe the place will be better off if it has some guardians; for all that it was a “secret” hideout of a cult before Artemis and his friends took possession of it, it is impossible to keep the location of any habitable place from the denizens of the lower wards for long if you do not have the strength to guard and hold it. I always expect when Conshru and I return that we will find another cult has taken over in our absence.</p><p></p><p>While I was in the Closed Circle, I managed to get away from the others long enough for a small bit of peace for myself. I had intended to meditate on all that I had learned, but instead found my golden-eyed goblin waiting for me! This time, he gave me his name: Alistra’Vorhak. He told me that I figure prominently in the Draconic Prophecy and that my fate is entwined with my quest (does he mean the quest for the sword or the truth of the ancient goblin empire? I tried to ask him, but he will be cursed if he answers any questions of mine!). He told me only that I must study the prophecy, for it holds the secret to my fate. Study the prophecy, indeed. Have not the Dragons been studying it for more years than I could live, even if I lived a peaceful life, and still they disagree with each other on its meaning! </p><p></p><p>Alistra’Vorhak did tell me that I must cut two heads from the three-headed beast to assume my rightful rule. This reminded me of a song by Artemis’s elven friend, Maya, who was with us on the wretched flight of the Golden Dragon. Her song is something about the three-headed bull of house Cannith and compares it to the current three “leaders” of the house who are vying for supremacy. I believe Artemis and his friends have, in the past, worked for two of those leaders, and the third might be the patron of our Kaarnathi adversary. Of course, there are many literal three-headed beasts in the world, so it may not have anything to do with House Cannith (and what have I to do with Cannith politics? And would I want to be a ruler, if I had the chance?). It was a day of questions, certainly.</p><p></p><p>In addition to a few more cryptic warnings “Beware the Trine.” “The Ice Queen stirs.” “In your moment of dire need, follow the way of the Dirge Singer.”, he introduced me to a clever, adorable little spiretop dragon, whom he said would accompany me as his gift. The little dragon’s name is Astralininan Moonscale, and I am quite enchanted with him. In fact, his arrival distracted me from the infuriating old goblin long enough for him to slip away while I was introducing myself to Astralininan. I think I will call him Astral here, because the rest will turn only to scribbles when I am writing in a hurry. He says he won’t mind terribly, as he would rather have a shortened name than a mangled one.</p><p></p><p>The general has gifted me with four goblin guards (a day of gifts as well as questions!) trained in stealth and the deadly arts. At first I thought to refuse their company, because I did not want to explain, among other things, the Key to them, nor did I wish to be responsible for their deaths. However, I judged that it would be almost impossible to convince the general or the “honor guard” to abandon the plan and perhaps they will be useful for guarding the camp at night or scouting (the rest of my companions are not, in general, very stealthy and the guards seemed quite capable of remaining unseen). </p><p></p><p>After we settled the goblin tribe, I was able to find a wand with a spell of electrical orbs, which would enable me to damage the black elven sorceress, should we meet her again, and Conshru found another wand of healing (we have using these up at an alarming rate). Artemis had been busy in our absence as well – he had arranged to sell most of the items we had collected in our various battles, of which we received half the money now with the promise of the rest when the items sold. This would have been more welcome if I were able to find someone to sell me that ring I desire so greatly.</p><p></p><p>Just before we left Artemis’s tower, via the Key, his steward once again rushed up to him carrying a small package. He said that it had been delivered some time ago, but he had put it aside and forgotten it until now. Artemis asked us to wait a moment while he opened the package, which proved to be a message from one of his former companions, an elf by the name of Kylara. Although she left before I met them, it seems her message may lead me, along with my companions, to new places in the future, so I have recorded it here in case I need to remember it:</p><p></p><p></p><p>Artemis –</p><p></p><p>I hope this finds you well. I have been very busy in Karnaath and I believe I will soon be allowed to join the ranks of the Deadgrim. I once promised to his people that I would come and sing the song of Ythryk’s deeds and death. Did I ever tell you they visited me when they came for his body? In any case, here is the token they bade me bring. As I cannot possibly do this for quite some time, I hope I can trust you to complete the task in my stead.</p><p></p><p>Light shine upon you,</p><p></p><p>Iriethyra Kylara Elorenthi, Deathspeaker for Avolyn Elorenthi</p><p></p><p></p><p>As we re-entered the ruins of the Halls of Acheron, as I have determined they were called, Conshru revealed that he had discovered the elemental dragonshards would allow him to command creatures of the elements. This was good news, for none of us wished to risk being dropped into the chasm below, especially since we had destroyed most of the webbing that had so fortuitously saved some of our number in the last fight. When we came to the platform before the bridge, Conshru summoned up a small, comical looking lizard that ran across the bridge and triggered the trap in the center. </p><p></p><p>The air elemental sprang into being and whisked the little lizard off the bridge and into the chasm below. As it moved towards us, Conshru held forth the dragonshard and a field of elemental power surrounded us, keeping the creature at bay. Conshru struggled against the elemental’s will but could not win out. He could keep it at bay but not command it. His attempts to herd it into the portal were also fruitless, for the elemental was too canny for that.</p><p></p><p>The summoning eventually expired and the elemental disappeared. It did not, as we had hoped, once again power the portal upon its dissipation. It would either have to be destroyed or commanded to enter the portal. Artemis began to prepare with a spell to enhance his presence and asked Conshru to allow him an attempt at controlling the elemental. Conshru handed over the dragonshard with good grace; but before the trap could be triggered, I suggested that there might be some magic in it that would make the dragonshard work better in the hands of one with goblinoid blood (me, naturally). After all, we had found them in Alderash’s son’s tomb, had we not? Artemis agreed, perhaps with a little reluctance (he does like to experiment with new magic. Perhaps I should have let him make the attempt first? It would have hurt nothing… ). </p><p></p><p>Conshru turned Grix from a fastieth into a flying dinosaur of some kind and went out onto the bridge to trigger the trap. I exerted my will through the shard as another elemental (or was it the same one?) came into being. Before it could sweep Conshru and Grix off the bridge, I had its attention, though at first I could not overcome its will. However, with a great deal of concentration, I did manage to overcome the elemental’s reluctance and drive it into the portal! We did not have time to celebrate, because the portal would only function as long as the duration of the original summoning, so we all hurried across the bridge (Azlin was brought across by Artemis’s magic, being very uncertain on the narrow path). Quickly, I touched the Stone of Kings to the symbols that I believed would take us to Cazhaak Draal. The portal flared and stretched like quicksilver, before it steadied into a flat, mirror-like surface. I straightened my shoulders, looked to my companions to confirm that they were ready, and walked into the portal.</p><p></p><p>Only belatedly did it occur to me that if we found the right place, we would very likely be entering the heart of the Kaarnathi excavations!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jubilee, post: 3865107, member: 36594"] [b]From the Journals of Gwaenna Goldenbrow (10/28/07 session) part 2[/b] When I exited Artemis’s house to greet these visitors, I nearly stumbled down the steps with the shock of it. A most unusual camp had sprouted up in the courtyard in front of Artemis’s house. Darguun goblins moved around the camp and guards patrolled the perimeter. As soon as I emerged, with a curious Conshru at my side, a pair of goblin guards hustled up the steps and informed me that General Oksumoto of the Kesh Volar tribe would see me! I could barely contain my laughter, for the scene was so outrageous here in the high heart of Sharn, but I managed a polite smile and allowed them to lead me to the general’s camp. When we entered the tent of the general, he informed us, without much preamble, that he knew of my search for the sword of Khas, and that he had come to be my husband and rule the new goblinoid empire at my side (or he would wield the sword and be king, he offered graciously, if I wished it. Hah!). Conshru and I were both quite irritated by this announcement – Conshru put it quite well when he looked towards Artemis’s home and grumbled, “does everybody know?” for indeed, it seems our mission proceeds us no matter where we go and how secretive we intend to be. As we weren’t yet sure what we were going to do with the sword, or even whether we would be able to get it, I wouldn’t have wanted to accept the general’s offer even if I were inclined towards marriage – which I am not. I am not even certain I would want to be queen – for a queen, I am sure, is not also allowed to be an adventurer. Furthermore, if I were to be queen, I would do it in my own right and I would not be required to have a king to make them accept me (as the general tells me). However, as I wanted these people out of Artemis’s courtyard and I did not want to make enemies of them, I gave the general a quest. In retrospect, it was not as clever as I thought at the time; for there’s the chance he might succeed. I have for quite some time now desired a ring of wizardly power, which would greatly enhance my spell casting ability. Artemis tells me that this is an object that he is not yet able to make and there is a possibility he will not be able to make it for a great many years. Additionally, although he used his contacts within the house, there was no one who would either admit to having one or to wishing to sell one. So I told the general that if he should retrieve such a ring for me, I would marry him. Really, I ought to have said I would consider marrying him if he found it for me or I should have given him a series of quests, each more dangerous than the last. But, if he should find the ring and I should have to marry him (it was, sadly, witnessed by the dirgesinger and a priest, so I am bound), I am sure it will not change my life too much. I can certainly best him in arms if he ever tries to force me to retire from exploring or to enter the marriage bed. Besides, if we fail to get the sword, or if I choose not to wield it or lead the new goblinoid empire, I am sure he will not want to marry me. As I do not much desire to be a queen, I will have to find some other way of safely destroying or disposing of the sword. I am not sure I would trust it in any one else’s hands; would I be allowed NOT to use it if I had it? The general did warn me that there were other tribes seeking us and that some would work against us. Perhaps we could change its nature so that it is no longer such a strong call to the goblinoid people. The stories say that Khas made a deal with a fiend of some sort in its creation, and that its power is fiendish in nature. Whether it was his fiendish ally or the sword itself, or some combination, that controlled his people, I’m not sure of. But I fear it would subjugate the goblin tribes against their will, even if there were not so many willing to blindly follow the sword because of the stories. We did learn that it was not the loose tongues of our companions, the dark lanterns, or anyone in Droaam that led this tribe to Artemis’s doorstep. Rather, it was the tribe’s Dirgesinger who had a vision and brought them here. He told me more of this prophecy, which seems both dire and cryptic: On the Red Moon will come the Firestorm The one bonded to the blade will watch As their people die If they do nothing, then they and all those they love Will die in its heat For no blade, forged of steel or conjured by sorcery Can touch this foe I will have to think on it a great deal before I reveal it to the rest of my companions, for I would like to have explanations to offer the inevitable questions, rather than let it get confused in a morass of ignorant speculation. I did ask the Dirgesinger about Alderash and Acheron, of which he knew little, and gave into his keeping the Dirgesong of Alderash we had found amongst his son’s grave goods. I hope I made it clear enough to the Dirgesinger that I will take it amiss if the saga is damaged or destroyed, but he did not seem one to be overtaken by ancient religious zeal. We decided to move the tribe down into the Closed Circle, because I did not know where else I could put them. I was fairly sure they would not simply go away. I thought Artemis would be pleased that I got them out of his courtyard, but he told me rather tartly that it wasn’t HIS courtyard. I believe he was implying that he felt the Closed Circle was HIS and that I had violated its sanctity by leading the goblin tribe there. However, I believe the place will be better off if it has some guardians; for all that it was a “secret” hideout of a cult before Artemis and his friends took possession of it, it is impossible to keep the location of any habitable place from the denizens of the lower wards for long if you do not have the strength to guard and hold it. I always expect when Conshru and I return that we will find another cult has taken over in our absence. While I was in the Closed Circle, I managed to get away from the others long enough for a small bit of peace for myself. I had intended to meditate on all that I had learned, but instead found my golden-eyed goblin waiting for me! This time, he gave me his name: Alistra’Vorhak. He told me that I figure prominently in the Draconic Prophecy and that my fate is entwined with my quest (does he mean the quest for the sword or the truth of the ancient goblin empire? I tried to ask him, but he will be cursed if he answers any questions of mine!). He told me only that I must study the prophecy, for it holds the secret to my fate. Study the prophecy, indeed. Have not the Dragons been studying it for more years than I could live, even if I lived a peaceful life, and still they disagree with each other on its meaning! Alistra’Vorhak did tell me that I must cut two heads from the three-headed beast to assume my rightful rule. This reminded me of a song by Artemis’s elven friend, Maya, who was with us on the wretched flight of the Golden Dragon. Her song is something about the three-headed bull of house Cannith and compares it to the current three “leaders” of the house who are vying for supremacy. I believe Artemis and his friends have, in the past, worked for two of those leaders, and the third might be the patron of our Kaarnathi adversary. Of course, there are many literal three-headed beasts in the world, so it may not have anything to do with House Cannith (and what have I to do with Cannith politics? And would I want to be a ruler, if I had the chance?). It was a day of questions, certainly. In addition to a few more cryptic warnings “Beware the Trine.” “The Ice Queen stirs.” “In your moment of dire need, follow the way of the Dirge Singer.”, he introduced me to a clever, adorable little spiretop dragon, whom he said would accompany me as his gift. The little dragon’s name is Astralininan Moonscale, and I am quite enchanted with him. In fact, his arrival distracted me from the infuriating old goblin long enough for him to slip away while I was introducing myself to Astralininan. I think I will call him Astral here, because the rest will turn only to scribbles when I am writing in a hurry. He says he won’t mind terribly, as he would rather have a shortened name than a mangled one. The general has gifted me with four goblin guards (a day of gifts as well as questions!) trained in stealth and the deadly arts. At first I thought to refuse their company, because I did not want to explain, among other things, the Key to them, nor did I wish to be responsible for their deaths. However, I judged that it would be almost impossible to convince the general or the “honor guard” to abandon the plan and perhaps they will be useful for guarding the camp at night or scouting (the rest of my companions are not, in general, very stealthy and the guards seemed quite capable of remaining unseen). After we settled the goblin tribe, I was able to find a wand with a spell of electrical orbs, which would enable me to damage the black elven sorceress, should we meet her again, and Conshru found another wand of healing (we have using these up at an alarming rate). Artemis had been busy in our absence as well – he had arranged to sell most of the items we had collected in our various battles, of which we received half the money now with the promise of the rest when the items sold. This would have been more welcome if I were able to find someone to sell me that ring I desire so greatly. Just before we left Artemis’s tower, via the Key, his steward once again rushed up to him carrying a small package. He said that it had been delivered some time ago, but he had put it aside and forgotten it until now. Artemis asked us to wait a moment while he opened the package, which proved to be a message from one of his former companions, an elf by the name of Kylara. Although she left before I met them, it seems her message may lead me, along with my companions, to new places in the future, so I have recorded it here in case I need to remember it: Artemis – I hope this finds you well. I have been very busy in Karnaath and I believe I will soon be allowed to join the ranks of the Deadgrim. I once promised to his people that I would come and sing the song of Ythryk’s deeds and death. Did I ever tell you they visited me when they came for his body? In any case, here is the token they bade me bring. As I cannot possibly do this for quite some time, I hope I can trust you to complete the task in my stead. Light shine upon you, Iriethyra Kylara Elorenthi, Deathspeaker for Avolyn Elorenthi As we re-entered the ruins of the Halls of Acheron, as I have determined they were called, Conshru revealed that he had discovered the elemental dragonshards would allow him to command creatures of the elements. This was good news, for none of us wished to risk being dropped into the chasm below, especially since we had destroyed most of the webbing that had so fortuitously saved some of our number in the last fight. When we came to the platform before the bridge, Conshru summoned up a small, comical looking lizard that ran across the bridge and triggered the trap in the center. The air elemental sprang into being and whisked the little lizard off the bridge and into the chasm below. As it moved towards us, Conshru held forth the dragonshard and a field of elemental power surrounded us, keeping the creature at bay. Conshru struggled against the elemental’s will but could not win out. He could keep it at bay but not command it. His attempts to herd it into the portal were also fruitless, for the elemental was too canny for that. The summoning eventually expired and the elemental disappeared. It did not, as we had hoped, once again power the portal upon its dissipation. It would either have to be destroyed or commanded to enter the portal. Artemis began to prepare with a spell to enhance his presence and asked Conshru to allow him an attempt at controlling the elemental. Conshru handed over the dragonshard with good grace; but before the trap could be triggered, I suggested that there might be some magic in it that would make the dragonshard work better in the hands of one with goblinoid blood (me, naturally). After all, we had found them in Alderash’s son’s tomb, had we not? Artemis agreed, perhaps with a little reluctance (he does like to experiment with new magic. Perhaps I should have let him make the attempt first? It would have hurt nothing… ). Conshru turned Grix from a fastieth into a flying dinosaur of some kind and went out onto the bridge to trigger the trap. I exerted my will through the shard as another elemental (or was it the same one?) came into being. Before it could sweep Conshru and Grix off the bridge, I had its attention, though at first I could not overcome its will. However, with a great deal of concentration, I did manage to overcome the elemental’s reluctance and drive it into the portal! We did not have time to celebrate, because the portal would only function as long as the duration of the original summoning, so we all hurried across the bridge (Azlin was brought across by Artemis’s magic, being very uncertain on the narrow path). Quickly, I touched the Stone of Kings to the symbols that I believed would take us to Cazhaak Draal. The portal flared and stretched like quicksilver, before it steadied into a flat, mirror-like surface. I straightened my shoulders, looked to my companions to confirm that they were ready, and walked into the portal. Only belatedly did it occur to me that if we found the right place, we would very likely be entering the heart of the Kaarnathi excavations! [/QUOTE]
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