IR Aftermath (Those Dead PCs are back in action! )

[Kalanyr]

[View from above of the destruction of Oerth,Mystara,Kynn and
Toril and their recreation in the Demiplane of Hope]

It has been 6 long Months since the Obliteration of Toril,Oerth,Krynn and Mystara by Melkor the Mad and his followers and the transference of these worlds spiritual counterparts to a Demiplane in the Ethereal Plane knows as the Demiplane of Hope. In the months that have passed by several flaws have shown themselves in the Demiplane, like its counterpart Demiplane of Dread, the Domain of Hope cannot prevent what it dislikes within its borders to any great extent and several evil forces have reappeared. Melkor has reappeared, albeit as a mere Demigod, and is struggling to regain true dietyhood. There are rumours that Acererak has returned to the side of Darkness and that the Union of Worlds is less than it appears, the domains of the Hellmaster have been altogether to quiet to make anyone comfortable.

[Zoom in on a flying landmass hovering somewhat above what passes for the ground of the Demiplane]

This is Ishtarland, a realm of magic where technology is disliked, (not to mention nonfunctional). However there are ways around this.

[Zoom in on a winged drow talking hurriedly to a human with twin lightsabre hilts. The drow hands the human a small green device and the lightsabres activate.]

This is Valiance Bluesky, a master of fighting with two lightsabres, drawn to Ishtarland by a rumor that the government (or what passes for the government in the chaotic place) was looking to hire people of skill, that had not made a major mark during the Year of Revolution and were willing to reward those who answered well.

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[Zoom In on a Druid wandering through the forest wearing armour clearly emblazoned with the mark of Mielekki, Torillian Diety of Forests and Woodlands. A small golden token is carried by him.]

This is Faysaran, a half-human druid who's father just happened to be a celestial. Faysaran, is here because the armour he wears, an item of great power, wishes to investigate rumours of a cult of Melkor, trying to gain the secrets of 10th level Magic.


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[Zoom In on a human overlayed by the image of a Movanic Deva. A small green device can be seen on his belt.]

This is Traal Yeroth, a servant of Hoar, drawn here by the promise of righteous vengeance against a despicable foe by one, Altryss, the spymaster of Ishtarland. He carries a sentient gun, that is of great power.

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[Zoom In on a stubby dwarf in brilliant golden plate mail emblazoned with bright Suns and Moons all over it, carrying a morningstar in the shape of the sun. A white golden token sits on his belt.]

This is Sanctus Grimforged, a devout cleric of Pholtus, drawn here simply because someone told him that there were vampires involved in a plot to steal the secret of 10th Level Magic. A staunch foe of Undead Sanctus immediately set out to investigate.

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[Zoom In on an Illithid carrying an orange token, riding a motorcycle along a road. ]


This is Zizzyzazu, he is here simply because he was promised a lost Illithid relic, for his services, not to mention the ability to make use of technolog in this area, something he believes may be of use to the Illithid who disapprove of Anabstercorian's plans.

[Zoom In on a Half-Elf Monk in a court room, he carries an orange tolken on his belt.]

This is Oberion, a monk of formidable discipline, he has been promised an Amulet of Enchanted Blows crafted by a member of the court in return for his services in a governement investigation.

[Zoom In on a human overlayed by the image of a rotting Lich riding on a gold dragon. He carries an orange token with him.]

This is Janos Andro's drawn to the aid of the government of this region by the promise of help from the god, Kalanyr the Redeemer, in freeing his family's souls, sacrificed to make the Helmed Horror that walks behind him and a hint on how to create a true artifact as a mortal, in exchange for his magical services.

[Suddenly the Dragon turns on Janos and attacks, unfortunately it is no match for the mighty lich and is soon destroyed.]

As Janos just learnt compulsion magic is rather ineffective in this land.

[Janos notes to find out how to avoid that trait of this area]

[Zoom in on a quickling wearing a backpack with an white device on it. Standing in a court room as a winged drow speaks]

This is Nyovne Sindweller, a quickling hacker and super spy. The only reason this one is here is because the Unseelie owe a favour to the rulers, that and the promise of a ring of counterspelling (Technological Disjunction). Something this particular quickling hates with a passion.

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[Move camera to a Moon Elf with a token of golden colour.)

This is Ilalielthin, a moon elf archer and performer extraordinaire, since it is believed that the plot in question is being run by an insider, he was hired to use his social skills to track down the perpatrator.

[Camera Move to a Gray Elf with a golden token]

This is Xarindel, who is here simply because a member of the Seldarine asked him to be, an elf who has studied time inside and out, Xarindel is a chronomancer of significant might.

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[Kalanyr]

(Overview for PCs)

You have been hired by the closest thing Ishtarland has to a government for various reasons, and assigned to a task force to investigate rumours that a group of Melkor cultists or undead or fiends from hell or something, no one is really sure, are trying to steal the secrets of 10th level magic. The only clue you have is that its believed to be either a high up in the Mage School or a Noble of Ishtarland's Court. You have been provided with Tokens that avoid alignment headache from conflict with the strongly Chaotic Good area of the demiplane and allow normally banned technology to function. These tokens are attuned to you and you alone, and are worth nothing on the market, nor is there any known means to replicate them.

You are on the mainstreet of a drow city in the undercaverns of the flying continent. What you do from now on is entirely your choice.

 

[TheCleansingEarth]

Ilalielthin glances over to Faysaran, who traveled here with him. He whispers, "I'll take care of the introductions, I think. Another old friend is with this group, as well."

Ialielthin smoothly moves away from Faysaran, and steps up to the remainder of the group, long oaken bow strapped across his shoulder, his ash blonde hair moving slightly to the slide, while his grey eyes glint with anticipation, and says,

"Greetings. It looks like we'll be working together on this mission. I am Ialielthin, an Elven Bard of some repute, and I also fancy myself as something of an archer. My companion here, is named Faysaran, and he is one of the most powerful Druids I've ever had the honor of knowing.

We've both come here mainly because of the rumors of a Cult Of Melkor. Suffice it to say Faysaran and I don't really approve of anything or anyone associated with Melkor. In any case, that is why we are here, and I would be interested to hear your own reasons for joining us.

Whatever your reasons, I'm sure it will be a profitable and enjoyable venture for all, and hopefully we'll be able to root out any possible evils that exist in this area. I suggest we find a local tavern of some sort, and see what we can find out about the events in this area, and to better gauge our possible courses of action."

He turns slightly, inclining his head towards the other Elf in the group. He moves over and says to Xarindel, with a sly grin, " It's good to see you again, old friend. Still chasing lost artifacts stolen by evil Necromancers? Nice to see that I can trust at least one other person here besides Faysaran."

Ilalielthin then turns quietly, crossing his arms and quietly awaiting the rest of the groups response.

 

[Mr. Draco]

Traal Yeroth steps forward, or rather, floats forward about six inches off the ground, "Greetings to all of you, I am Traal Yeroth, Master Hunter, servant of Hoar. In the common tongue my kind are known as Movanic Devas. I am here investigating the vengeance deserved by a certain spymaster. My rifle, Fang, and I look forward to working with you, as you seem to be an honorable group." Moving back into the group, he circles around to Nyovne, "I am surprised to see you here, old friend. Surprised, but gladdened. Perhaps later you could tell me what became of you after we went our seperate ways on the Isle of the Pheonix?" Traal then waits for a reply...

 

[Darkwolf]

"Greetings. As Ilalielthin said, my name is Faysaran - a druid of Mielikki. I hope that in the future, those of you whom I don't know already I may call friend. This bear is known as Yogi. He's tame and should not cause you any harm. He has been known to make off with picnic baskets before."

Yogi chimes in with, "It is not stealing if they just sit there with no one around."

"(to Yogi) It is if you scare them off with your acting. (turning back to the group) Anything that will cause Melkor grief such as removing this cult of his that are trying to learn high level magic would please me greatly."

"The tavern works fine for most. But I'm afraid most establishments frown when I try to bring Yogi in. Has anyone looked around this town for parks or the similar?"

 

[Janos Audron]

The rather hansome man, human and somewhere in his late thirties steps forward [that is not illusion magic, this is the 3rd level Necromancy spell Gentle Repose] and introduces himself.

"Good day, fellow ... investigators. I am Janos Audron and a considerable spellcaster if I may say so."

"This here is my travelling compainon, Lela Arfa, and she is a devout worshipper of Wee Jass, like myself."

He looks at some of the toys of his colleages and sighs. "It saddens me a bit that one would forsake the old ways for a little more power...you really should not be proud of these technological terrors you are using. Far better to have a sword or a spell then to rely on fickle toys of Gnomes."

But you do seem competent, and that is something that we need if we are to battle the forces of Melkor."

He then looks in the eyes of the Movonic Deva. Not longs, just a second or two. You cannot decide wether you saw fear, hate, a cry for help or a combination of those.

[Kal: "Congratulations, you just killed Dennis the Peasant"]

 

[Anabstercorian]

Zizzyzazu steps off of his lightcycle, folding it in to its component photons. << Old ways, new ways... They are complimentary to each other. I am Zizzyzazu. It is my dubious pleasure to meet you all. Hopefully, with our great resources and power, we will be able to promptly bring an end to this conspiracy. >>

Zizzy looks at you all closely, seeing a sort of kinship in such potent beings.

<< I am not a skilled investigator. It would probably be best for me to remain largely out of the public eye until the culprits are identified for me and my fellow warriors to slay and consume. >>

 

[The Forsaken One]

Nyovne smiles to Traal Yeroth and then speaks up.

"Gentlemen, I am satisfied with what I have found out about you and I am confident in all your abilities. I go by the name of Nyovne and I will be venturing with you on this assignment. I would like to stick to necessities now and introduce ourselves later and tell our stories when we are organised."

While the Quickling paces around slowly for her doing she resumes.

"I am not so keen on the local tavern or inn. We are here to investigate matters with top priority and I think there might even be some people that would be interested in our capebilities and the information we have and we might find in the near future."

She looks up to everyone and gives them a deep stare. The smile disappears from her face and she takes a deep breath.

"I suggest that we find ourselves a temperary base of operations and secure that. Once we have done that we can tell our stories and catch up with old friends."

She looks and the Deva hovering around her and seems to crack a smile but then her face turns grim again.

"The people we are looking for have acces to and contacts in the highest circles of politics and royalty. Therefor I suggest we keep to ourselves and our own contacts and rely on the official sources here as little as possible because they know we are looking for them and we can be damn sure we will be fed false information and if we keep this lark of a political organisation here informed on our progress our enemies will be updates as well, and we don't want that do we?"

Nyovne looks at the elves and Janos.

"You as Elves might very well have your contacts here and Janos as powerfull Spellcaster might very well have his own sources as well as such a charismatic person he can work his ways I presume. So I ask you if you have any suggestions where we might set up our temporary base and get some work and planning done after we get to know eachother. I like to know who I work with and so far it looks fine, mighty fine."

She picks up her backpack.

"I don't want anyone listening to us in some bugged inn or tavern so if you agree on this I'd like to hear if anyone has any suggestions to where we might get started from and get our base set up. These matters need discresion and are of dire importance, we have a resposibility to carry and the clock is ticking. A means of transportation would be nice as well for the whole lot."

She glares and the Illithid.

"Nice, very nice. And now to get us all mobily and around and a place to get started from. Lets get it on, base and transportion are first priorities and after that I say we start accesssing some information sources and see what we can dig up at first sight."

 

[xochael]

The silvery haired half-elf listens to everyone carefully and nods in agreement with the quicklings words but steps forward, “For now, it seems we will be working together. My name is Oberion. I agree that we should establish a headquarters for ourselves, but I think we should pace our actions.” He pauses briefly as his silver eyes scan the assembly and a small grin appears, “Formalities aside, it is good to see such diversity within this group. I am a member of a service agency known as the Searing Talons and am here to help bring an end to as much of this recent chaos as possible. All I currently know is that someone or a group of persons is after magic of unknown power, tenth level stuff. I am not very knowledge of spells so, at current, I’ll be a follower on this outing, but I would like to make a suggestion. Like it or not, I feel we need a leader, two in fact. We need to be able to split into separate groups when circumstance demands quick action but points in different directions. Opinions are useful, but decisiveness is a necessity.”

 

[The Forsaken One]

Nyovne smiles at the silver haired monk.

"Ah but I agree that we choose a leader.. but not in the way that you suggest. I suggest that we find out where our expertises lay and let the power best suited for the job handle it and make the discision since that person in question would be most skilled on the matter, I wouldn't want to follow a fighter on a suggestion about how to handle a certain magical item for example."

Nyovne glances at Traal before she finishes.

"But we need a general spokes person, I agree."