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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 4119829" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p>Mabrack, Seethe (the old druid ally of our heroes), Arion the Archmage and a man calling himself “Andy”, who comes as the representative of the Delphin, trickle in over about an hour. Once he’s convinced nobody else is coming, Alcar adds a second <em>heroes’ feast</em> atop the first. </p><p></p><p>Then he gives them a speech. </p><p></p><p>It comes from the heart. He is bitterly disappointed that more of the folk he tried to invite did not come. But nonetheless, with those present, he knows that he must try to get his message across. </p><p></p><p>He begins, “I’ve brought you together to talk about a threat the universe, or maybe even to the multiverse... Hextor. Most of you probably already know of him...” Alcar fills in what the party knows of Hextor: an unkillable god with no weaknesses, an angel of the apocalypse serving the dark entity that destroyed the <em>previous</em> multiverse. </p><p></p><p>Alcar’s message is simple and grim: <em>He must be stopped. And who else is there? We must step up. We are the powerful. We have the responsibility.</em></p><p></p><p>“Certainly, I will take your concerns back to the Delphin with all haste,” Andy says laconically. </p><p></p><p>“The Delphinate could be of great help to us,” Alcar replies. </p><p></p><p>“Of course, but it is not my decision to make. I will convey your message.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course,” Alcar mutters, nonplussed.</p><p></p><p>“So where is this Hextor now?” Mabrack asks.</p><p></p><p>“We don’t really know.”</p><p></p><p>The giant frowns. “I have a lot of my own concerns to take care of,” he sighs. “I don’t really have time to be adventuring with you guys right now.”</p><p></p><p>“This is very important. We’re talking about the fate of the world here.”</p><p></p><p>“Alcar, there’s <em>always</em> a danger to the world <em>somewhere.</em> You and the rest of your party like to spend all of your time seeking them out and doing something about them, and I applaud that- but I have other things to do, and I’ve already neglected them to attack the Bastion with you. Besides, you guys can handle yourselves. Frankly, you don’t need me.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, but I can’t help you every time you go on an adventure, and that is what you’re starting to ask for.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll see what we can do to help against this ‘Hextor’,” Seethe promises. “I’ll be in touch. I’ll brief the Grand Druid for you, and believe me, we’ll take action. An entity like this is not something that we will let stand. The balance must be maintained.”</p><p></p><p>After they are gone, Alcar, Gerontius and Wankerman share a round of drinks. Wankerman grins at the enormous mug that the proprietor has had commissioned for the larger members of the party to use. It’s big enough for a fifteen-foot tall man, that’s for sure. He belches happily and lets his fingers play across the <em>rod of the Dark Emperor</em> at his belt. <em>Strogass,</em> he thinks. <em>My lands. I’ll take them just as Thrush takes the Forinthian Empire, and together we can usher in a new age! Then again, I might get bored with ruling pretty quickly, depending on how amusing it is.</em></p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Even as Wankerman contemplates his future, not far off as the wizard teleports, in Brelana, Baron Lillamere’s capitol, there is a knock on the door to the office of Jibber Junior.</p><p></p><p>JJ, who is conferring with Baron Lillamere about where to put the temple he plans to build to Froth, glances up at the door. “Yes?” </p><p></p><p>The door opens, and a page enters. “My lord!” he gasps, and bows hastily at Lillamere.</p><p></p><p>The baron smiles kindly at the page. </p><p></p><p>“What is it?” JJ asks.</p><p></p><p>“Oh! A-a visitor, my lord. A centaur. For you,” he hastily adds, tearing his gaze for a moment from Baron Lillamere and onto JJ.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know any centaurs. Send him in!”</p><p></p><p>The page, still staring at Lillamere, scurries out. A moment later, a figure trots in.</p><p></p><p>JJ instantly recognizes the page’s mistake. It is no centaur; instead, it is a bariaur, a planar creature of similar appearance to a centaur. However, its animal portions are ram like rather than horse like. It looks at JJ and asks, “Jibber Junior?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s me!” JJ admits. “Who are you?”</p><p></p><p>“I am Onnokolko,” the bariaur states. “I have a letter for you.” With that, he pulls out a sealed envelope and hands it to the demislaad. </p><p></p><p>JJ examines the envelope. There are no obvious danger signs; the seal is intact. He tears it open, pulls out the paper within and reads it. </p><p></p><p>“What is it?” Lillamere inquires, after a moment.</p><p></p><p>“It’s from a law office on Acheron,” JJ chortles. “I’m in someone’s will!”</p><p></p><p>“Whose will?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of them!” He looks at the letter again. “It says that their name was ‘Nazar-Nagulin’... hey, wait, I’ve heard of him! He was a bladeling warrior of Chaos! So you mean he’s dead?”</p><p></p><p>The bariaur shrugs. “I’m just the messenger. Will you be sending a reply? I’ll carry it back to the senders for only 1000 gold.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Lillamere says, drawing out his purse and pulling out coins. </p><p></p><p>“Yeah, I’ll come,” JJ tells the bariaur. He grins. “It sounds like fun.”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The city of Var is vibrant where there is new growth, but there are still many old, abandoned, unrepaired sections. Areas like this have never been reclaimed since the coming of the <em>first</em> Angel of the Apocalypse to visit Cydra, Fuligin. Areas such as this are ripe for adventure for brave young souls just beginning a career in the adventuring paths. Dire rats abound. </p><p></p><p>Not much of a challenge for Bahgerah. </p><p></p><p>But then, the tabaxi isn’t there for a challenge. He’s there on a mission- on his perpetual mission, looking for radiomantic relics of the ancient Miloxi Empire. He knows that Var has seen a great deal of attention over the years from both Master Control and the clockwork horrors. He knows that God-King Malford and his adventuring companions have stormed many ancient Miloxi ruins. He knows that the tabaxi Hobbes, who is famed for having actually recovered a Mary unit, has spent years of time in the city. </p><p></p><p>It seems as likely a place as any to look. </p><p></p><p>Or rather, to <em>smell.</em> </p><p></p><p>Bahgerah’s nostrils flare as he walks through the burned-out, abandoned area. If he is near it, he can <em>smell radiation.</em> He will find it, if it is here to be found. So far, though, there is nothing.</p><p></p><p>Then his keen ears pick up something. Something big and loud, crashing around inside one of the empty buildings that still stands. Bahgerah, curious as a cat, pads over to investigate. </p><p></p><p>The front door of the building seems to explode off the hinges, and a very distinct aroma hits the tabaxi’s nose with sudden intensity. <em>Radiation,</em> thinks Bahgerah, as two large golems smash their way out of the building. <em>Radiocrystal golems!</em> he recognizes. Then he shakes his head. <em>They look like bearded elves!</em> He is shocked: they <em>should</em> look more like tabaxi. After all, when had anyone other than the Miloxi Empire mastered the secrets of radiocrystal and radiomancy? He pulls his flaming rapier free of its scabbard, but immediately missteps badly and stabs himself in the leg. </p><p></p><p>Then they pummel at him, and when the first blow lands, he realizes that these golems are more different from what he had expected than- well, than he had expected. A nauseous sensation ripples through him when the great crystalline fist connects.*</p><p></p><p><em>This is not good news,</em> Bahgerah realizes. </p><p></p><p>He turns on his heel and runs.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Gerontius gets a letter, Lillamere gets an architectural proposal and Blaze gets a family!</p><p></p><p>*These things came with vile damage.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 4119829, member: 1210"] Mabrack, Seethe (the old druid ally of our heroes), Arion the Archmage and a man calling himself “Andy”, who comes as the representative of the Delphin, trickle in over about an hour. Once he’s convinced nobody else is coming, Alcar adds a second [i]heroes’ feast[/i] atop the first. Then he gives them a speech. It comes from the heart. He is bitterly disappointed that more of the folk he tried to invite did not come. But nonetheless, with those present, he knows that he must try to get his message across. He begins, “I’ve brought you together to talk about a threat the universe, or maybe even to the multiverse... Hextor. Most of you probably already know of him...” Alcar fills in what the party knows of Hextor: an unkillable god with no weaknesses, an angel of the apocalypse serving the dark entity that destroyed the [i]previous[/i] multiverse. Alcar’s message is simple and grim: [i]He must be stopped. And who else is there? We must step up. We are the powerful. We have the responsibility.[/i] “Certainly, I will take your concerns back to the Delphin with all haste,” Andy says laconically. “The Delphinate could be of great help to us,” Alcar replies. “Of course, but it is not my decision to make. I will convey your message.” “Of course,” Alcar mutters, nonplussed. “So where is this Hextor now?” Mabrack asks. “We don’t really know.” The giant frowns. “I have a lot of my own concerns to take care of,” he sighs. “I don’t really have time to be adventuring with you guys right now.” “This is very important. We’re talking about the fate of the world here.” “Alcar, there’s [i]always[/i] a danger to the world [i]somewhere.[/i] You and the rest of your party like to spend all of your time seeking them out and doing something about them, and I applaud that- but I have other things to do, and I’ve already neglected them to attack the Bastion with you. Besides, you guys can handle yourselves. Frankly, you don’t need me.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, but I can’t help you every time you go on an adventure, and that is what you’re starting to ask for.” “I’ll see what we can do to help against this ‘Hextor’,” Seethe promises. “I’ll be in touch. I’ll brief the Grand Druid for you, and believe me, we’ll take action. An entity like this is not something that we will let stand. The balance must be maintained.” After they are gone, Alcar, Gerontius and Wankerman share a round of drinks. Wankerman grins at the enormous mug that the proprietor has had commissioned for the larger members of the party to use. It’s big enough for a fifteen-foot tall man, that’s for sure. He belches happily and lets his fingers play across the [i]rod of the Dark Emperor[/i] at his belt. [i]Strogass,[/i] he thinks. [i]My lands. I’ll take them just as Thrush takes the Forinthian Empire, and together we can usher in a new age! Then again, I might get bored with ruling pretty quickly, depending on how amusing it is.[/i] *** Even as Wankerman contemplates his future, not far off as the wizard teleports, in Brelana, Baron Lillamere’s capitol, there is a knock on the door to the office of Jibber Junior. JJ, who is conferring with Baron Lillamere about where to put the temple he plans to build to Froth, glances up at the door. “Yes?” The door opens, and a page enters. “My lord!” he gasps, and bows hastily at Lillamere. The baron smiles kindly at the page. “What is it?” JJ asks. “Oh! A-a visitor, my lord. A centaur. For you,” he hastily adds, tearing his gaze for a moment from Baron Lillamere and onto JJ. “I don’t know any centaurs. Send him in!” The page, still staring at Lillamere, scurries out. A moment later, a figure trots in. JJ instantly recognizes the page’s mistake. It is no centaur; instead, it is a bariaur, a planar creature of similar appearance to a centaur. However, its animal portions are ram like rather than horse like. It looks at JJ and asks, “Jibber Junior?” “That’s me!” JJ admits. “Who are you?” “I am Onnokolko,” the bariaur states. “I have a letter for you.” With that, he pulls out a sealed envelope and hands it to the demislaad. JJ examines the envelope. There are no obvious danger signs; the seal is intact. He tears it open, pulls out the paper within and reads it. “What is it?” Lillamere inquires, after a moment. “It’s from a law office on Acheron,” JJ chortles. “I’m in someone’s will!” “Whose will?” “I don’t know, I’ve never heard of them!” He looks at the letter again. “It says that their name was ‘Nazar-Nagulin’... hey, wait, I’ve heard of him! He was a bladeling warrior of Chaos! So you mean he’s dead?” The bariaur shrugs. “I’m just the messenger. Will you be sending a reply? I’ll carry it back to the senders for only 1000 gold.” “Yes,” Lillamere says, drawing out his purse and pulling out coins. “Yeah, I’ll come,” JJ tells the bariaur. He grins. “It sounds like fun.” *** The city of Var is vibrant where there is new growth, but there are still many old, abandoned, unrepaired sections. Areas like this have never been reclaimed since the coming of the [i]first[/i] Angel of the Apocalypse to visit Cydra, Fuligin. Areas such as this are ripe for adventure for brave young souls just beginning a career in the adventuring paths. Dire rats abound. Not much of a challenge for Bahgerah. But then, the tabaxi isn’t there for a challenge. He’s there on a mission- on his perpetual mission, looking for radiomantic relics of the ancient Miloxi Empire. He knows that Var has seen a great deal of attention over the years from both Master Control and the clockwork horrors. He knows that God-King Malford and his adventuring companions have stormed many ancient Miloxi ruins. He knows that the tabaxi Hobbes, who is famed for having actually recovered a Mary unit, has spent years of time in the city. It seems as likely a place as any to look. Or rather, to [i]smell.[/i] Bahgerah’s nostrils flare as he walks through the burned-out, abandoned area. If he is near it, he can [i]smell radiation.[/i] He will find it, if it is here to be found. So far, though, there is nothing. Then his keen ears pick up something. Something big and loud, crashing around inside one of the empty buildings that still stands. Bahgerah, curious as a cat, pads over to investigate. The front door of the building seems to explode off the hinges, and a very distinct aroma hits the tabaxi’s nose with sudden intensity. [i]Radiation,[/i] thinks Bahgerah, as two large golems smash their way out of the building. [i]Radiocrystal golems![/i] he recognizes. Then he shakes his head. [i]They look like bearded elves![/i] He is shocked: they [i]should[/i] look more like tabaxi. After all, when had anyone other than the Miloxi Empire mastered the secrets of radiocrystal and radiomancy? He pulls his flaming rapier free of its scabbard, but immediately missteps badly and stabs himself in the leg. Then they pummel at him, and when the first blow lands, he realizes that these golems are more different from what he had expected than- well, than he had expected. A nauseous sensation ripples through him when the great crystalline fist connects.* [i]This is not good news,[/i] Bahgerah realizes. He turns on his heel and runs. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Gerontius gets a letter, Lillamere gets an architectural proposal and Blaze gets a family! *These things came with vile damage. [/QUOTE]
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