megamania
Hero
THE HIDDEN: BEYOND NEW WATER
04 NEW WATER
SEGMENT 128
“ DRUG INDUCED DREAM”
9/9/17
NYMM 23, 1000
They sleep in the shack with the strange Ladepoer. He is not normal. None of the group- except for maybe Zigland, trust him. The honor knight watches this strange unstable man closely…. Closer than the area outside.
Tyson tries not to sleep but does from sheer exhaustion. Ayru sleeps but lightly. Zig. Zig dreams.
He sees orcs wearing battle gear and brown robes. Wild animals with tusks and strange fur markings rush at tentacle covered creatures. Other creatures with body appendages growing from their brains also seem to confront the orcs and animals. Strange colors in the night sky of a thick and dense swamp suddenly burst in an explosion of white and green. Nature vs non-nature. Animal vs Aberration.
Then nothing.
The sense of time having passed….. a great deal of time. The same swamp. New strangely colored and rippling glowing lights come from the swamp. Something has awakened. The DAY of NINES has arrived as promised….. as prophecied.
Bubbles in the water, one…. Then two…. Then a few dozen. Little blue beads float to the surface. They cling to the roots of mangroo and cypress trees. Then more beads of color. Red, Yellow , green and orange surface.
Something watches from the lower branches of the mangroos. A tiny armored fey riding a frog. A paladin of nature. He has a look of great concern on his face. He motions to move on. You feel compelled to know more.
But instead you wake up.
NYMM 24, 1000
Zig, fully refreshed, cooks more hydra. The strange man, dressed as a noble, is quite pleased with the meal.
They begin their way back to Yrlag…. Or at least in the direction they believe Yrlag is in. Neither of the five are expert trackers or rangers. They can not use the stars to guide their way. Tyson has but a hint of how to use the sun. But the sun and stars are…. Different here. Tyson is beginning to believe this is a manifest zone. A very large one but still a crossover to Xoriat. If so, that is bad…. Very bad.
What supports his theories? How this happened….. meaning it was instant…. Over night anyway. How druids, Gatekeepers, converged on this area in large groups. None came back. The strangeness of the environment.
Worse…. How it attracts certain groups. The Emerald Claw. Rich and greedy Nobles (The Aurum). The Wayfinders Foundation. Now this…. Kyronael Ladepoer.
He is unstable. Keeps secrets. I don’t like it. But again, Zig likes him and has accepted him into the group for us.
NYMM 26, 1000
Mid day, in the distance, The protector, Ayru, spots something in the distance. A tall structure. Zig and Kyr head towards it instantly.
The structure turns out to be a tall tower…. Four stories tall. The five of them look at each other and shrug. They continue towards the tower.
“Does it look… occupied?” asks Feldrix.
“Can’t tell.” States the half-elf.
Tyson gives them a disapproving look.
Aryu and Feldrix move forward. Zig pulls out a clear potion and smiles. As he drinks it, the strange “man” also smiles.
At the door, Ayru hesitates for a brief moment . Feldrix gives his undead skeletal dead stare through the visor of his helmet. She looks over the doorway and finally, feeling there are no traps or magical wards, she reaches for the door knob to the heavy wooden entrance. It is not locked. Abandoned?
They enter a large parlor. The sitting room has plush couches and tables. There are gentle glowing cold fire lamps there. Walking in carefully they look for signs of occupancy. Zig, invisible, stands in the doorway.
“May I help you?”
They turn and look through a doorway into a small library. There stands a female half-orc with very long black hair. She has a black silken robe with hints of dark blue trim. She has a horrid scar running from her forehead, through her left eye and onto her jaw bone and neck. She wears a brown leather eye patch where her left eye should have been.
“We are…. Sorry. We thought this place was empty….. like most of the structures and buildings still standing here in the lost swamp.” Answers Ayru.
“Please- do not go away. It is rare I have guests. Adoo- please get our guests some tea.” The half-orc gently closes the book she was looking at. She places it on a table within the library and walks through the doorway to better host her guests.
Ayru looks for “Adoo” and sees and hears no one. Then she notes a piece of paper shifting. A gentle breeze. An aerial servant or elemental she surmises. “The tea is quite good. It is from the islands to the far eastern coast of Khorvaire.”
A silver platter with steaming tea seems to gently float into the room from yet another door way. Now Ayru can feel the shifting air.
“Who are you?”
“I am sorry. How rude of me. I have lost my manners. I am Deros Frist (Lords of Madness). And you and your friends?” She nods to the doorway.
Ayru calls in Tyson whom comes in less than happily. Zig remains outside, invisible. Kyr comes in….. invisibly but with a soft chuckle that he believes only he can hear. Insanity…. Isn’t it grand?
Tyson begins his ritual investigation of the new surroundings. (doesn’t roll very high this time- 15) Karrnathi designs mixed with the Lhazaar accents. Strange- especially for the Shadow Marches. Better than average furniture but not the best. If noble of birth, then on the down cline. Half-orc race. Mage? The robe has a strange mark on the back. A dark blue on black spiral. The scar is strange. It has the raggedness of being flayed or it was a shard vs a knife that cut her. Ah…. Mage. She has an aerial servant as a butler.
Deros seems distracted for a moment but smiles and turns back to her guests. “So, do you travel here for a special reason or do you seek fame & fortune?”
“Searching…. For a group of…. Raiders. Hurt…. Old man.” Comments the honor guard. Tyson notes she is at ease with the undead warrior.
The small chat continues even as a certain Changeling (still invisible) looks around outside. Seeing there are small narrow windows on each floor, he decides to drink another potion. With a slight but long burb, the changeling begins to feel lighter on his feet. He begins to fly up slowly in a spiral.
Flying up, he notes each window has a unique dark blue and purple tint. Much like obsidian. At the third floor, Zig spots a well made bedroom. Another window reveals a hallway with stairs. Boring. He continues to the fourth floor.
A wizard’s alchemy lab! He tries to find a means in but can not. Oh the things he could create here. Disappointed, he flies down to the second floor. Looking through the window , he sees something unexpected. Four tall and very gaunt figures with their backs to him. They seem to be meditating while sitting on mats made from reeds. “Who in…..” Zig tries to see more features but can not.
Back within the base level of the tower…..
“So…. This friend of yours that went missing…. Can you describe her once more?” asks Tyson. He can not help himself. He is curious.
“She is an half-elf. She wields a crystal sword with a purple hilt. She wore chainmail with blue and dark blue tunic and outfit.
“… and her name again….”
“Krynn.”
04 NEW WATER
SEGMENT 128
“ DRUG INDUCED DREAM”
9/9/17
NYMM 23, 1000
They sleep in the shack with the strange Ladepoer. He is not normal. None of the group- except for maybe Zigland, trust him. The honor knight watches this strange unstable man closely…. Closer than the area outside.
Tyson tries not to sleep but does from sheer exhaustion. Ayru sleeps but lightly. Zig. Zig dreams.
He sees orcs wearing battle gear and brown robes. Wild animals with tusks and strange fur markings rush at tentacle covered creatures. Other creatures with body appendages growing from their brains also seem to confront the orcs and animals. Strange colors in the night sky of a thick and dense swamp suddenly burst in an explosion of white and green. Nature vs non-nature. Animal vs Aberration.
Then nothing.
The sense of time having passed….. a great deal of time. The same swamp. New strangely colored and rippling glowing lights come from the swamp. Something has awakened. The DAY of NINES has arrived as promised….. as prophecied.
Bubbles in the water, one…. Then two…. Then a few dozen. Little blue beads float to the surface. They cling to the roots of mangroo and cypress trees. Then more beads of color. Red, Yellow , green and orange surface.
Something watches from the lower branches of the mangroos. A tiny armored fey riding a frog. A paladin of nature. He has a look of great concern on his face. He motions to move on. You feel compelled to know more.
But instead you wake up.
NYMM 24, 1000
Zig, fully refreshed, cooks more hydra. The strange man, dressed as a noble, is quite pleased with the meal.
They begin their way back to Yrlag…. Or at least in the direction they believe Yrlag is in. Neither of the five are expert trackers or rangers. They can not use the stars to guide their way. Tyson has but a hint of how to use the sun. But the sun and stars are…. Different here. Tyson is beginning to believe this is a manifest zone. A very large one but still a crossover to Xoriat. If so, that is bad…. Very bad.
What supports his theories? How this happened….. meaning it was instant…. Over night anyway. How druids, Gatekeepers, converged on this area in large groups. None came back. The strangeness of the environment.
Worse…. How it attracts certain groups. The Emerald Claw. Rich and greedy Nobles (The Aurum). The Wayfinders Foundation. Now this…. Kyronael Ladepoer.
He is unstable. Keeps secrets. I don’t like it. But again, Zig likes him and has accepted him into the group for us.
NYMM 26, 1000
Mid day, in the distance, The protector, Ayru, spots something in the distance. A tall structure. Zig and Kyr head towards it instantly.
The structure turns out to be a tall tower…. Four stories tall. The five of them look at each other and shrug. They continue towards the tower.
“Does it look… occupied?” asks Feldrix.
“Can’t tell.” States the half-elf.
Tyson gives them a disapproving look.
Aryu and Feldrix move forward. Zig pulls out a clear potion and smiles. As he drinks it, the strange “man” also smiles.
At the door, Ayru hesitates for a brief moment . Feldrix gives his undead skeletal dead stare through the visor of his helmet. She looks over the doorway and finally, feeling there are no traps or magical wards, she reaches for the door knob to the heavy wooden entrance. It is not locked. Abandoned?
They enter a large parlor. The sitting room has plush couches and tables. There are gentle glowing cold fire lamps there. Walking in carefully they look for signs of occupancy. Zig, invisible, stands in the doorway.
“May I help you?”
They turn and look through a doorway into a small library. There stands a female half-orc with very long black hair. She has a black silken robe with hints of dark blue trim. She has a horrid scar running from her forehead, through her left eye and onto her jaw bone and neck. She wears a brown leather eye patch where her left eye should have been.
“We are…. Sorry. We thought this place was empty….. like most of the structures and buildings still standing here in the lost swamp.” Answers Ayru.
“Please- do not go away. It is rare I have guests. Adoo- please get our guests some tea.” The half-orc gently closes the book she was looking at. She places it on a table within the library and walks through the doorway to better host her guests.
Ayru looks for “Adoo” and sees and hears no one. Then she notes a piece of paper shifting. A gentle breeze. An aerial servant or elemental she surmises. “The tea is quite good. It is from the islands to the far eastern coast of Khorvaire.”
A silver platter with steaming tea seems to gently float into the room from yet another door way. Now Ayru can feel the shifting air.
“Who are you?”
“I am sorry. How rude of me. I have lost my manners. I am Deros Frist (Lords of Madness). And you and your friends?” She nods to the doorway.
Ayru calls in Tyson whom comes in less than happily. Zig remains outside, invisible. Kyr comes in….. invisibly but with a soft chuckle that he believes only he can hear. Insanity…. Isn’t it grand?
Tyson begins his ritual investigation of the new surroundings. (doesn’t roll very high this time- 15) Karrnathi designs mixed with the Lhazaar accents. Strange- especially for the Shadow Marches. Better than average furniture but not the best. If noble of birth, then on the down cline. Half-orc race. Mage? The robe has a strange mark on the back. A dark blue on black spiral. The scar is strange. It has the raggedness of being flayed or it was a shard vs a knife that cut her. Ah…. Mage. She has an aerial servant as a butler.
Deros seems distracted for a moment but smiles and turns back to her guests. “So, do you travel here for a special reason or do you seek fame & fortune?”
“Searching…. For a group of…. Raiders. Hurt…. Old man.” Comments the honor guard. Tyson notes she is at ease with the undead warrior.
The small chat continues even as a certain Changeling (still invisible) looks around outside. Seeing there are small narrow windows on each floor, he decides to drink another potion. With a slight but long burb, the changeling begins to feel lighter on his feet. He begins to fly up slowly in a spiral.
Flying up, he notes each window has a unique dark blue and purple tint. Much like obsidian. At the third floor, Zig spots a well made bedroom. Another window reveals a hallway with stairs. Boring. He continues to the fourth floor.
A wizard’s alchemy lab! He tries to find a means in but can not. Oh the things he could create here. Disappointed, he flies down to the second floor. Looking through the window , he sees something unexpected. Four tall and very gaunt figures with their backs to him. They seem to be meditating while sitting on mats made from reeds. “Who in…..” Zig tries to see more features but can not.
Back within the base level of the tower…..
“So…. This friend of yours that went missing…. Can you describe her once more?” asks Tyson. He can not help himself. He is curious.
“She is an half-elf. She wields a crystal sword with a purple hilt. She wore chainmail with blue and dark blue tunic and outfit.
“… and her name again….”
“Krynn.”
