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<blockquote data-quote="thejc" data-source="post: 5400465" data-attributes="member: 100006"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Cleansing the Abbey ( WotC free adventure “Base of Operations”)</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Part I</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Titus was silent the rest of the journey. No one wanted to bother him just yet. Morganis sat slumped over in his saddle still very pale and weak. Thorn had revealed himself and his true intention in stopping the assassination. Though he did not mention he had been trained by the same Brotherhood that had attempted to take the life of the priest. The company welcomed him to the party. Roland broke the monotany of road talk. “Just over this next rise lies Wyrmcrest.” As the crested the hill Utah exclaimed “Boton’s balls! This isn’t just a big house it’s a castle!” This brought some levity to the group almost everyone smiled. The good time was short lived however. Roland’s face scrunched up “Something is wrong.” The party dismounted. Morganis asked “Are you sure? How do you know?” Titus had already knocked and arrow and began to slink off. Roland replied “Wyrmcrest is keyed to me. I am the heir and to me alone shall she yield. Powerful and ancient elven magic keeps her. That is why I can leave without fear of occupation, robbers or harm to her. But I do have a small staff to keep up the grounds, and cleaning and such. They were orphans so I gave them purpose. The eldest Ryril should have been watching the road though. Yet he is not here.” Thorn grabbed Roland by the shoulder he cocked his head and pointed to his ear. In the hush they all heard it, a soft scream and a heavy dull thump of blunt object beating on something. “The Guesthouse” Roland said as he drew his pistols. Everyone’s weapons were in there hands as they hustled to the guest house.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">As they rounded the corner they saw two hulking figures pounding on the door of the house. Thorn took to the roof with a single leap, Titus followed with a little more difficulty. “Black hells and cold feet” spewed out of Utah’s mouth. “Hold and turn slowly” August commanded. The “men” were not really men. Huge and stringy they were unkempt. A mouthful of crooked misshapen teeth spoke “Weeesbuyeeeaattinnhue” as they stalked towards the party with murderous intent.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Two arrows hit the lead one in the back. Ignoring the strikes it charged meeting August and Morganis. August tried to roll with the backhand but the sheer force drove him to the ground. With the other hand it shoved Morganis into the wall of the guest house. The other turned to Utah as he pulled his sawed off rifle “<em>Lucille</em>” and cursed “Every frakin’ time big and thick”. He pulled the trigger taking a leg off the creature. Roland fired his pistols hitting the lead one square in the chest. He dropped those and drew two more. August recovered his footing and went into action hacking into the humanoid. Another two arrows found home in the lead one. Thorn dropped onto the now one legged creature driving his sword through its’ vital organs. It tried to scream but only black blood came out of its mouth. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The lead humanoid missed August twice as the former soldier hewed away. Then its head jerked violently with a sickening pop as Morganis hammer crashed into it. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The creatures (identified as Troll-born) were disposed of. The staff had been attacked and hid barricaded themselves in the guest house and were grateful for the masters return. The caravan set up and rooms were divided up for the night. As they set around the common room they learned the history of Wyrmcrest. Roland was the 13th heir to inherit the estate. It originally belonged to a powerful elven family. But since the time of the Withdrawl it had been in his family since. Roland had taken the mantle from his uncle. Roland told them the first heir received a scroll along with deed the scroll read thus</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">To you fate has entrusted a most grave task. The riddle must be </span></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">undone. Light we were light we have become. Holding back the shadow </span></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">until you come. Room by Room of lock and key until your last sun. The </span></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">answer deep within but the quest passed on. Over mountain on river </span></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">and underground. The road of air you too shall take. By fire by </span></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">blade by wit and soul. Till light return and the land made whole. </span></span></span></em></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">He went on to tell them the whole castle was a huge riddle. Puzzle rooms, guardians and monsters. Once his grandfather had to excavate a key from an underwater temple. The Foyer was set up to look like a smaller version of the temples sanctuary. There were hidden panels in it that when combined in the right pattern provided the map to the temple. Then his Grandfather had to go and get the key from the sunken temple. Since becoming the heir Roland had unlocked two rooms. The second he had to take the original scroll, translate it to dwarvish, then from the certain characters with right angles he was able to press the correct switch in a puzzle room. Solving that room had taken him five years. Now he explained that with Morganis help and allowing him into the Vatan worshiper’s library he believed he had the answer to his third room. They asked to join him. Titus said he would stay outside. Morganis stayed behind as well.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">As the others left Morganis moved closer to Titus. “Thank you Titus”. Titus huffed and shook his head. “For what? Being an abomination?” “No for saving my life” Titus continued to shake his head and tears began to run down his face. Morganis’ continued “We are not what we are born but what we choose to be. Whatever you are you chose to save my life. I cannot imagine the burden you have had to bear all these years. But I promise I will do everything in my power to help you. By the Hammer Lord I owe you my life. Stick with us we are all abominations in some form or another. Yet Vatan smiles on us and extends his hands in mercy. He knows what trials this mortal husk may bring. He is acquainted with our grief. He will help you if you ask. I shall pray for you my friend” Titus merely nodded and cried silent tears as he stared at the floor. Morganis stayed and administered comfort from just his presence. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Roland led the others through a series of rooms. Finally they came to a room that was bare except for a single brazier that burned lazily. The room was walled with brick. Above the brazier hung the words </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">“Five anointed of the Hammer came before him. His death bed sermon shall reveal the way”. Utah looked at Roland “So what does that mean?” Roland moved towards the wall behind the brazier. Roland began to count the bricks “When he was dying Krovian the 6th high priest of Vatan called for a monk. Krovian dictated a small message to his clergy that served under him. Then he spoke these words. Six and Ten a door of Blood and Smoke” Again Utah asked “So what does that mean?” As Roland spoke he took a dagger and sliced his palm open twice “Krovian was a transplanted priest from Ossoria. In the old country it was customary for a traveler to anoint the door post of his home with blood for a safe journey.” </span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">Roland traced a door in blood. He then stoked the brazier and poured some water on it. As smoke hit the wall with the painted door the brick dissolved and a doorway appeared. August who had been silent let out a low whistle. Utah peered in “Brother of a bastich Rols this is heavy. Let’s see what the next room is.” “No” Roland replied “I have trouble stopping once I find the next puzzle and we need to get the caravan settled and the base camp set up.” </span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="thejc, post: 5400465, member: 100006"] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Cleansing the Abbey ( WotC free adventure “Base of Operations”)[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Part I[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Titus was silent the rest of the journey. No one wanted to bother him just yet. Morganis sat slumped over in his saddle still very pale and weak. Thorn had revealed himself and his true intention in stopping the assassination. Though he did not mention he had been trained by the same Brotherhood that had attempted to take the life of the priest. The company welcomed him to the party. Roland broke the monotany of road talk. “Just over this next rise lies Wyrmcrest.” As the crested the hill Utah exclaimed “Boton’s balls! This isn’t just a big house it’s a castle!” This brought some levity to the group almost everyone smiled. The good time was short lived however. Roland’s face scrunched up “Something is wrong.” The party dismounted. Morganis asked “Are you sure? How do you know?” Titus had already knocked and arrow and began to slink off. Roland replied “Wyrmcrest is keyed to me. I am the heir and to me alone shall she yield. Powerful and ancient elven magic keeps her. That is why I can leave without fear of occupation, robbers or harm to her. But I do have a small staff to keep up the grounds, and cleaning and such. They were orphans so I gave them purpose. The eldest Ryril should have been watching the road though. Yet he is not here.” Thorn grabbed Roland by the shoulder he cocked his head and pointed to his ear. In the hush they all heard it, a soft scream and a heavy dull thump of blunt object beating on something. “The Guesthouse” Roland said as he drew his pistols. Everyone’s weapons were in there hands as they hustled to the guest house.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]As they rounded the corner they saw two hulking figures pounding on the door of the house. Thorn took to the roof with a single leap, Titus followed with a little more difficulty. “Black hells and cold feet” spewed out of Utah’s mouth. “Hold and turn slowly” August commanded. The “men” were not really men. Huge and stringy they were unkempt. A mouthful of crooked misshapen teeth spoke “Weeesbuyeeeaattinnhue” as they stalked towards the party with murderous intent.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Two arrows hit the lead one in the back. Ignoring the strikes it charged meeting August and Morganis. August tried to roll with the backhand but the sheer force drove him to the ground. With the other hand it shoved Morganis into the wall of the guest house. The other turned to Utah as he pulled his sawed off rifle “[I]Lucille[/I]” and cursed “Every frakin’ time big and thick”. He pulled the trigger taking a leg off the creature. Roland fired his pistols hitting the lead one square in the chest. He dropped those and drew two more. August recovered his footing and went into action hacking into the humanoid. Another two arrows found home in the lead one. Thorn dropped onto the now one legged creature driving his sword through its’ vital organs. It tried to scream but only black blood came out of its mouth. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The lead humanoid missed August twice as the former soldier hewed away. Then its head jerked violently with a sickening pop as Morganis hammer crashed into it. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The creatures (identified as Troll-born) were disposed of. The staff had been attacked and hid barricaded themselves in the guest house and were grateful for the masters return. The caravan set up and rooms were divided up for the night. As they set around the common room they learned the history of Wyrmcrest. Roland was the 13th heir to inherit the estate. It originally belonged to a powerful elven family. But since the time of the Withdrawl it had been in his family since. Roland had taken the mantle from his uncle. Roland told them the first heir received a scroll along with deed the scroll read thus[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]To you fate has entrusted a most grave task. The riddle must be [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]undone. Light we were light we have become. Holding back the shadow [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]until you come. Room by Room of lock and key until your last sun. The [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]answer deep within but the quest passed on. Over mountain on river [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]and underground. The road of air you too shall take. By fire by [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [I][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]blade by wit and soul. Till light return and the land made whole. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]He went on to tell them the whole castle was a huge riddle. Puzzle rooms, guardians and monsters. Once his grandfather had to excavate a key from an underwater temple. The Foyer was set up to look like a smaller version of the temples sanctuary. There were hidden panels in it that when combined in the right pattern provided the map to the temple. Then his Grandfather had to go and get the key from the sunken temple. Since becoming the heir Roland had unlocked two rooms. The second he had to take the original scroll, translate it to dwarvish, then from the certain characters with right angles he was able to press the correct switch in a puzzle room. Solving that room had taken him five years. Now he explained that with Morganis help and allowing him into the Vatan worshiper’s library he believed he had the answer to his third room. They asked to join him. Titus said he would stay outside. Morganis stayed behind as well.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]As the others left Morganis moved closer to Titus. “Thank you Titus”. Titus huffed and shook his head. “For what? Being an abomination?” “No for saving my life” Titus continued to shake his head and tears began to run down his face. Morganis’ continued “We are not what we are born but what we choose to be. Whatever you are you chose to save my life. I cannot imagine the burden you have had to bear all these years. But I promise I will do everything in my power to help you. By the Hammer Lord I owe you my life. Stick with us we are all abominations in some form or another. Yet Vatan smiles on us and extends his hands in mercy. He knows what trials this mortal husk may bring. He is acquainted with our grief. He will help you if you ask. I shall pray for you my friend” Titus merely nodded and cried silent tears as he stared at the floor. Morganis stayed and administered comfort from just his presence. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Roland led the others through a series of rooms. Finally they came to a room that was bare except for a single brazier that burned lazily. The room was walled with brick. Above the brazier hung the words [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]“Five anointed of the Hammer came before him. His death bed sermon shall reveal the way”. Utah looked at Roland “So what does that mean?” Roland moved towards the wall behind the brazier. Roland began to count the bricks “When he was dying Krovian the 6th high priest of Vatan called for a monk. Krovian dictated a small message to his clergy that served under him. Then he spoke these words. Six and Ten a door of Blood and Smoke” Again Utah asked “So what does that mean?” As Roland spoke he took a dagger and sliced his palm open twice “Krovian was a transplanted priest from Ossoria. In the old country it was customary for a traveler to anoint the door post of his home with blood for a safe journey.” [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]Roland traced a door in blood. He then stoked the brazier and poured some water on it. As smoke hit the wall with the painted door the brick dissolved and a doorway appeared. August who had been silent let out a low whistle. Utah peered in “Brother of a bastich Rols this is heavy. Let’s see what the next room is.” “No” Roland replied “I have trouble stopping once I find the next puzzle and we need to get the caravan settled and the base camp set up.” [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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