seasong's Light Against the Dark III (Sep 29th)


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I remember being a toddler, if you think I am small now, then I was head-high to a vine sprout.

Back then, I was very impressed with the concept of running. Everything seemed to blur by when I pumped my little legs. The big world became much smaller because I could get places so much faster. Unfortunately I had sisters and they quickly showed me I wasn't fast. The older I got, the (relatively) slower I got. Eventually, I stopped running for joy at all. I ran because I had to. I was running from the Bukenahk now.

We had flown all night and all day with no obvious sign of pursuit. We wasted a few more hours trying to locate where we parted with Chatham. I kept my eyes and ears open, straining for any sign. Not that I expected to see anything, it was still the proper thing to do.

We also had Merideth and we listened carefully for her to a
voice a warning from her psychic abilities. I think I was muttering prayers to all the gods (except Xeras and Allas), and I hurt all over when we finally touched down.

"You're alive!" Chatham beamed proudly as we descended into the forest.

"Chatham," I said catching my breath. "This is Ffutkuhg, he's a political refugee and will be coming with us."

Chatham's eyes widened momentarily as he took in the wizened old orc, then he replied with cinnamon charm, "I am Chatham. I welcome your presence honored elder."

Ffutkuhg grinned, eyes young and bright.

"We need to get moving," I said, "They're probably behind us."

Chatham regarded me critically, "You look like you're about to fall over." He ignored the huge wings on my back. I guess he was used to strange things happen around us.

I did feel like I was about to fall over, but I didn't have time to rest, "We need to get going.

Merideth started rummaging around the packs and produced a blanket. "We can fashion this into a little sling and you can ride in it strapped to Chatham's back."

I was too tired to argue. And once we got going, Chatham's warm, broad back was awwwwfully comfortable. The beats of the drum lured me to sleep.

Eventually, I was rested and took up my own load. In a prurient sense I could have just stayed with Chatham for the whole trip, but Uripedas' wings started to cramp, so I needed to run so they could stretch.

Expecting to be at the end of the group, I started running when the group started. I felt Chatham's eldritch drumming take me away from my body which started running. I felt my body reach its usual limits and then...nothing, no extra strain, or shortness of
breath. I let myself get carried away and I ran and kept running. I found myself stumbling to a stop. I looked around and I was alone.

"Whoa."

The others caught up soon afterward.

"Seems like I don't have to carry you any more," Chatham said.

We started running again, but this time I held back and we ran continuing for several days until we hit a swampy patch. That's when we realized something was different about Bellos.

We slogged our way through the swamp. Sure, we could have flown but it didn't occur to me, or anyone else, besides wing assisted jumping was fun. We were also too busy watching Bellos.

He was flitting across the surface of the water. Well, at least it looked like he was flitting over the surface of the water. He always seemed to find the right place to put his feet, a root, a dry slice of land a branch especially close to the water, something. He always found the best place to put his feet. He was dry and most of the group was soaked and muddy.

"Alright! Hold It!" Merideth yelled, up to her chest in swamp muck. "I want to know what everyone wished for NOW!"

A quick march to the edge of the swamp (and change of tunic later), we stopped under the shade to talk. Merideth was impatient and glared at each of us, waiting for the other to start. For some reason, we were all reluctant to talk about the experience. Personally, and I know it was not rational, but I felt
that if I spoke of it, it would be as if it had never happened and I would be weak and slow again.

An irritable amount of time later, I finally went first. "Well, I'm strong," I said.

"How strong?" The question seemed to come from everyone, but I only shrugged, "I don't know."

"Okay, we'll test it," Chatham said.

We got down on a stump and arm wrestled. Remarkably, at least to me, I was more concerned with beating him than prolonging the wrestling. We clasped hands, braced, and boom. It was over.

His eyes narrowed, "Lets try that again."

This time, I drew it out. Prurient interest not withstanding, it was fun watching Chatham try to stop the inexorable fall of my fist. He even threw fair play to the winds and tried to use both hands to put me down.

"Alright," He said archly. "Lets try something else."

We stood up, grasped fists and braced ourselves. Then we pulled. It still wasn't a challenge. I pulled him to me.

He had one more test. We clasped hands and he braced his other arm on my shoulder. He told me to pull. And I pulled. I pulled him into a complete handstand.

After getting his feet on the ground, I was declared "pretty strong" and then we turned to Merideth.

"What?" she said.

"Well?"

"Oh. Welllll, I've always seen my self a certain way," Merideth began softly, digging absently into the muddy ground with a sandaled foot. She straightened a little and gave us all a small smile, "Let's just say I've achieved my full potential."

Which of course meant absolutely nothing to any of us. Our dear Merideth spent a lot of time daydreaming, and she didn't share any of these with us.

Bellos voiced our collective "Huh? I don't get it."

"Well," she continued slightly miffed, "I am warrior-healer now."

We all nodded, but it wasn't enough for me.

"Show me," I said.

Merideth frowned at me...hard.

"What?" I said, "Do some warrorin' for us."

Merideth continued to frown at me and I stuck my tongue out at her unfazed.

She grinned and launched into an orc spear dance. Her strength and agility was remarkable and her spear work reminded me fondly of Athan after we returned from captivity with the Bonahken.

We applauded her performance with genuine appreciation. Then we turned to Bellos. Surprisingly, he was hesitant about coming forward, well at least I thought it was hesitancy, he was really trying to put it into words and it was still confusing.

"I, I've always enjoyed being in the wilderness," he began. "I don't necessarily care for the civilization except for the comforts it provides. I asked the ancestors to increase my connection to the wilderness. I can use that connection to do things like dragons
do."

"Whaaaaaat?" Merideth squawked.

"Mmmhmm," he nodded.

"So what can you do?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied, "I'm still getting a handle on it."

We turned to Ffutkuhg, "Well what did you ask for?"

The old shaman's face grew serious, "I asked for guidance and wisdom to help my people."

Hrm, I thought that could be really good, or really bad. But then again, the ancestors grapes were over the press too.

So with that done, we renewed our flight from the east. Then, a small pack of giant wolves caught up with us. They harried us along, even engaging us in skirmishes. We kept moving, thinking that the Bukenahk were right behind them. Of course all of the distracting attacks was just setting us up for the ambush Olgah's four-footed thugs had arranged.

How fast can those damn things move?
 


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Eventually, we took wing. These wolves didn't have any shamen nearby to support them and they could not follow us into the sky.

Bellos and I prepared to rain hell into the furry blot on the forest floor. But once we were airborne, the wolves melted away back into the forest.

We stayed aloft for the rest of the day and when we landed, we started running, Chatham's beat propelling us west and north to the area where Uripedas said the lightening elementals were causing trouble.

"We did not escape them you know," Ffutkuhg said as we ran along unimpeded. "It was a token effort at best."

"What do you mean?" Bellos asked.

"That was nothing for Olgah," He said. "I have seen her do things far far worse. If she wanted to catch us, we'd be talking to her right now."

Merideth and I looked at each other. Olgah must still like us.

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"Okay Uripedas, where is it?"

We expected carnage similar to the destruction wrought by the depredations of the lightning bird that was summoned in Tuoma. The woods and land were pristine and the town sat behind its high wooden walls undisturbed in its bucolic isolation. With no trouble in sight, we gathered several miles from the town to confer with what sent us here.

Uripedas wasn't moved by the picture of peace, "It's here. I don't know where, but its here."

He wasn't any help, "Fine, we'll go into the city."

Chatham and Ffutkuhg elected to remain behind. Orcs weren't loved in the north and they did not want to provoke any excessive festivities involving pointy things.

Strolling leisurely to the town gates, I halted mid-step. Magic was here. Magic strong as the stuff Kithios used. I let Merideth and Bellos move in front of me while I invoked my magical senses. I approached the city hesitantly.

The spell pattern resolved well before we hit the gates. I'd read about it somewhere before. It was a powerful enchantment, a spell that was beyond even Kryiotes. When the spell is triggered, four giant air elementals are summoned, forming a protective dome of immensely powerful winds over the city. I wasn't too sure about how it would do against magic, but non-magical projectiles would be hedged out. It was powerful magic that took a whole lotta grapes to squeeze out.

I told Bellos and Merideth about the spell before we entered the city. The skyline was dominated by two huge arcanist towers. Steel was in use everywhere, especially on the guards, and there were a lot of guards. Their weapons were steel and they even wore steel armor. Everyone in the town carried a steel sword or knife. Some well dressed members were wearing weapons of something else. It looked like steel, but it was a duller color, like tarnished silver with a patina of jagged lines along the surface.

"What is that metal?" Bellos asked.

"I don't know, but I want some," I replied. "Let's see if we can buy some and see what we could find out about the lightning birds."

We ambled into the first blacksmith shop we came upon. We did not have to feign wonder and at the sight of the walls full of shiny weapons and bits and pieces of armor.

Prior to entering we decided that Merideth should talk with the shop keeper.

"Why me?" She had asked.

"Because you can be incredibly vapid when you want to be and it would let him underestimate you and maybe reveal something," I replied.

"What?" she asked.

I replied, "It's true and you know it."

She punched me in the arm.

Once we got to the shop, she turned up the flutterhead act and immediately struck up a conversation that covered a million things and said absolutely nothing. Eventually, she got around to asking about the lightning birds. He replied hurriedly that he nothing like that was around here. Then she started asking about the strange metal.

The shopkeeper said the town has a mine that everyone has a share in and it produced iron ore as well as the ore for the dingy patina metal. When prompted why,He told her it was stronger and lighter than steel.

"Can I get armor made from it?" I blurted.

"No," he replied. "We only make armor for the city guard."

"Then how about a weapon?"

"No."

"A knife?"

"No."

"A sample?"

"No."

Thoroughly plussed, we left the town.

"That was damned useless," I groused when we got back to Chatham and Ffutkuhg.

"No it wasn't," Merideth said thoughtfully, "They are hiding something."

I nodded, but Bellos looked distracted. Now that I thought about it, he was looking a bit out of sorts while we walked through the town.

"Bellos," I prompted, "Are you okay?"

"No," He said unsteadily. "You stay here. I'm going to go scout the area." Then he stepped into a tree and vanished. We stared at the tree for several moments.

Bellos was gone for bit, reappearing from a different tree. His face was troubled and his eyes wet. "I found them he said. They are at the mine several miles from here. Here's a sample." He tossed a bit of ore to me. It was the same off-silver color with the jagged line pattern.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Why are you upset?"

Bellos half scowled in thought, "I found their mine. The lightning birds are bathing the rock with lightning which turns it into that metal."

"They're controlling them then?"

"No," He replied. "They are working of their own free will. The smaller ones doing the work are under the control of a big one. That must be the one Uripedas was talking about."

"Okay," I nodded. "You still haven't explained why you look so...hurt."

He paused for several moments, "Because of my enhanced connection to nature, I sort of feel it when the earth is injured. Their mine...their mine is a huge gash in the earth. I can't believe the dragon of this area has not dealt with it."

The new "caring" Bellos was weird.

"Well," I said, "We know where they are, so we'll go stop the lightning elementals."

Bellos cleared his throat and then looked very, very guilty.

"Bellos, did you do something precipitous?" I asked.

Bellos nodded.

"How precipitous?"

"I let them see me take the sample and let them follow me in this direction before tree-stepping here."

"So they're coming?"

He pointed at the sky where an angry looking storm cloud with snaking tendrils was heading this way.

I preferred at least a little planning but now I had to improvise. I cast Stone Skin on Merideth, Bellos, and I. Ffutkuhg and Chatham pulled further into the forest. I prepared to cast Fly on Merideth (I still had my wings) but Merideth launched into the air under her own power. Bellos and I followed.

As we closed, the tendrils resolved into chains of smaller lightning birds flying in close formation. I summoned Uripedas and we climbed banking into towards the armada.

"He's here he's here!" the sun eagle called. "If we get rid of him the others will go."

The small elementals had started to vector in on our position.

"Go with him," Bellos said. "You and Merideth take out the big one and I'll handle these."

Not wanting to take the time to argue, however before we split up, Merideth touched each of us and suddenly the world looked very odd.

"You are seeing slightly into the future," Merideth said. "You can see what will a happen a moment before it does. It should help us out."

Merideth and I followed Uripedas towards the big cloud. As we approached, I saw a flicker of something that looked like hellish fire. That was all the warning I had (which was better than nothing) to avoid the column of lightning that blasted down from the cloud. And I do mean column, it was as large as the strike Gruhaa called on that poor giant a few weeks ago. I managed to avoid the brunt of it, and the Kithian membrane and Stone Skin absorbed the rest. My skin still sizzled and smoked.

I felt Merideth's touch and the char and blisters receded, leaving me pristine. We had to hurry, even with Merideth's healing, another strike may not be survivable.

Uripedas had already moved into action."You wait here while I flush him out," He said and dove into the cloud.

Merideth and I hovered almost motionless, watching, waiting and ready.

The cloud lit up with sunlight and the elemental emerged, four wings flapping madly, its neck caught in Uripedas' beak. I grabbed Merideth's hand and Dimension Door'd us onto the creatures back. It would have been funny if we weren't so desperate. Uripedas kept the head away from us while we sank Inflicts and Sunbolts into the creature's back. Then the creature dove and Uripedas followed, flapping his wings to increase the speed. Merideth and I fell back, whipped off the back by the sudden increase in velocity. Uripedas didn't let go, his beak firmly set towards the ground. We dove after them, but they were out of reach. I prepared to cast another Dimension Door when Uripedas' voice drifted up to me.

"Unsummon me!" He said.

"What?

"Unsummon me, unsummon me, unsummon me , unsummon me!"

They were getting awfully close to the ground.

"Oh."

I ended the spell and Uripedas disappeared moments before the lightning elemental crashed horrifically into the earth.

I cast the summoning and Uripedas appeared beside me grinning, "I knew I could depend on you!"

It was a quick battle after that. The monster never left the ground and soon it was dead and the sky cleared. On the creature's dun-colored carcass, Uripedas found a single red feather. When we pulled it free, the creature's form faded away.

"It's a feather from a Celestial," the sun eagle supplied, "It's what let it stay here without being summoned."

"Can you tell what Celestial it came from? Would it do the same for you?"

"No and Maybe," he replied.

I placed the feather against his breast and it merged seamlessly, forming a shock of red in his golden plumage. He waved his wings in the air and gave a fierce raptor scream.

"I'm all here!" He said excitedly.

"What do you mean?" Merideth asked.

"When I summon him," I said eyeing the giant happily capering bird, "I can only bring through so much of him. Now, thanks to the feather, he here at full power."

I stepped up to him and rubbed his neck, "And I don't have to summon him. He's here all the time."

A strange look crossed his face, and he let out another scream. The air began to fill with sunhawks. They looked like Uripedas did when I first summoned him so long ago. The air was alive with the chatter of hyperactive sunhawks.

"Alright you guys!" The huge sun eagle barked, "Go scout!"

They all looked at me.

"Whatta ya looking at him for?" He shouted with comic indignation. "Go scout!"

Reluctantly the sunhawks flapped off.

"Who're they?" I asked trying to stay calm.

"They're my buddies," He replied with characteristic enthusiasm. "Since I'm all here I can call them now."

I was processing everything when Bellos came swooping in. He looked a little scorched but none the worse for wear. Merideth healed him with a touch as he filled us in.

"There are more of those things coming," he said.

"More big ones?" I asked, my voice snaking higher.

"No," He replied, "just the smaller ones."

"The arcanists in the town must be summoning them," I mused. "Uripedas, you and your buddies go take care of those things. We'll take a stroll into town and stop this nonsense."

"They are gathering soldiers at the mine," Bellos added. "You two go to the town. I'll deal with what's happening at the mine."

We nodded. Bellos stepped into a tree and the rest of us took too the air again. Another storm cloud had begun to form. Uripedas and his posse, flitting about and glowing like overactive embers, tore away from our group, closing on the advancing cloud. We went to find out who was inviting more guests to the party.

By the time we arrived, the wind wall had been triggered, surrounding the town in a dome of whistling wind. Merideth and I closed and I took her hand. I felt her tense, preparing for a bumpy ride through the barrier. I traced the sigils for Dimension Door and we slipped into the astral plane and emerged unharmed on the other side of the shredding winds.

We were greeted by a hail of crossbow bolts, followed by spears. Between the stoneskin and the Kithian sheath they couldn't touch us. Our attention focused on the two figures on top of one of the towers in the throes of summoning.

"What do you want to do?" Merideth asked. It was a valid question. If we were assaulting orcs, I'd just toss a fireball into their laps, but I wanted to talk to the spellcasters and that required them being alive.

"I think I can manage it." I began the spell carefully. It was something I conceived when we decided to capture tribe members who attacked us. I felt the spell complete and a yellow-green cloud burst above the top of the tower. The noxious vapors drifted down, engulfing the two casters. We watched their silhouettes spasm and collapse. The cloud continued to drift down seeping into the street.

Merideth and I lit on the roof. I firmly resisted an urge to go ransack their library, we were already trampling over a sovereign town and I did not want to add "bandit" to my colorful resume. There were two arcanists, one old and one young. We decided to wake up the young one, on the off chance he'd be weaker than his friend. We were wrong. The bastard twitched his fingers and disappeared as soon as he was awake.

Cursing vociferously, I woke up the other guy and stood on his hands while Merideth held a spear to his throat.

We questioned him, but he claimed to not know anything about some sort of lightning elemental conspiracy. He said they had a deal with the big elemental to help manufacture the strange ore. The elementals also gave them the enchantments for the wind wall.

"Look," I said finally. "You're being used. The gods are at war and you've been dragged into this somehow and it's not for good."

The old arcanist nodded his head stiffly, "Indeed. But I'm sorry if I don't believe you."

"Ask your own elemental," I answered, "Summon a small one." I called coruscating sun streaks to my fingers but did not release them, "Don't try anything creative."

Merideth's hand crackled with green lightning, casting a shadow on his face and he nodded. Slowly, he traced the circle and a tiny serpent-like bird appeared.

"Hello," I purred.

The elemental would not speak, except to mewl pitifully, and it took some, ah, persuasion. The creature believed it was ultimately safe because it couldn't be killed on this plane. I countered that Uripedas and the other sunhawks would come find it on its home plane and kill it permanently if it didn't talk. Could Uripedas have done it? I don't know but the elemental seemed to believe it. It's tongue loosened, telling us how the large elemental was actually the mastermind of a plot to turn this town into the seat of it's personal kingdom on the Material Plane. The metal wasn't a transmutation, it was an exchange with some sort of celestial metal. He said the relationship was a mutual exchange and the people of the town were willing participants.

The creature's duration expired and it vanished and I turned to the man on the ground. "Look," I began with more conviction than I felt, "Something bigger than you is happening. You should not be meddling. We killed the master lighting elemental and if we have to we'll come back and kill it again and you too." I remembered what Bellos said about the mine. "I don't know where the guardian of your land is, but you should shape up that mine. It is a blotch on the earth. If your guardian does not make you clean it up, then our guardian will." I didn't exactly say we had a dragon with us, especially since I was talking about Bellos, but I wanted his imagination to run with what I said. "Tell your leaders what I said. Do you understand me?"

He nodded.

I gave him another hard look, then Merideth and I flew away, flanked by Uripedas and the hawks.

"He didn't believe you," Merideth said.

"I hope not," I groused. "Then he'll give me a chance to kill him."

"Aren't we bloodthirsty?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just irritated. These bastards are mucking around with something they don't understand they're going along with it because they think it makes them powerful."

"Do we understand what's going on?" Merideth asked. "I mean, do you know why Uripedas was directed to bring us here?"

I didn't. I trusted Uripedas, but he wasn't the brightest star in the heavens and he also got information from Allas. I didn't trust Allas at all. "Lets go back to camp," I said. I prepared to Dimension Door us through the wall when Merideth seized my attention.

"Greppa,"

"What?"

She pointed at the town. At the base of the tower, the dead air cloud had spread into the city and people lay unconscious and it washed through the streets. The spell was still going, claiming the consciousness of anyone it swept over.

"What?" I asked again.

She looked like she wanted to smack me and I rolled my eyes. "Oh alright." I released the spell and it dissipated.

Then she smacked me.

We reconvened at camp where Bellos gave us some unfortunate news.

"I haven't been able to locate the dragon who's supposed to be supervising this area," He said. "I'd like to take two days to see what's going on."

I thought about the time we had. It was still winter and we had some time until summer. However two days shouldn't be that big of a delay.

"Sure," I replied. "We can keep an eye on the village."

Actually, we didn't keep an eye on village, Uripedas and his cohorts did. We agonized over the purpose of our side trip to the village. We scared them terribly all and completely shattered their sense of security because we had a nebulous information of "badness" in the area. We didn't have a concrete reason, but I had a theory. Xeras was setting these poor people up.

Only a few hours later, Bellos returned and he wasn't alone. He stepped out of a tree. Amalan, who appeared out of nowhere, was with him.
 

Woohoo! Love the new perspective, you're doing a great job, Greppa! :)

I'm glad that the wishes were more fully explained, I'm eager to see the crunchy bits of what actually happened in game terms. :cool:
 

sorry for any typos

We were running again, our interference in the affairs of the town of Jarrol having ended with Amalan's arrival.

Bellos had went looking for the dragon of this land and could not find it. Somehow, with his new connection to nature, Bellos sent a "message" through the wilderness. It wasn't directed to anyone in particular. It was just a cry for help. Amalan heard the alert.

"Thank you for what you've done here," The Dragon said sending the message directly to our minds. "Return to Theralis and when I return, you will each be awarded additional lands in your name in the valley." He fixed each of us with a large eye, "Thank you." Then he hulked off, fading into the forest. A group of his Kobolds remained with us.

Several heartbeats later, we turned to Bellos, "What's going on?"

One of the Kobolds stepped forward, "Your knowledge of the situation is very limited. Allow me to elucidate. There was a somewhat powerful arcanist in the town and he sought to grow his home into a bona-fide city-state. He summoned the Greater Lightning Elemental and they struck an accord. The Celestial creatures would provide the means for greatness and he had to kill the dragon of this land. The dragon who dwelt here was one of the oldest dragons and he was very powerful. Unfortunately, he also liked do sleep a lot. The arcanist gathered a powerful troop of mercenaries and with grave loss of lives, managed to slay the dragon while he slept."

It took us several moments to re-assemble something resembling composure. "So, what's going to happen next?" I asked.

The kobold smiled a toothy reptilian grin. "It should be starting just about now."

It clapped its hands near its feet and brought them out and together above its head. An illusion globe appeared showing the center of the town in the area at the base of the arcanist towers. People were still lying the streets from the cloud of dead air I'd set off a day earlier. Amalan materialized in the middle of the town square and roared. The people who were unconscious awoke instantly.

The fearsome dragon's words were terrible,"Did you believe that your crime could pass beneath our notice stupid humans? The Compact was for what you needed. You wanted more and now you will have nothing."

The people present in the image started screaming and groveling. There was no sign of the spellcasters who were so valiantly defending the city earlier. The people there were mostly crying, "It wasn't me! It was the leaders!"

The dragon blew a disdainful gout of smoke, "Is that so then? Alright. You will collect all of your leaders who were involved with the conspiracy and set them out in in front of the mine for me. You have one day to do this. If this is done, you will be allowed to leave before I destroy this town and its mine. If you fail, I will destroy you as well as this town, no matter how far you run."

We left the area soon after that.

That night we gathered by the fire, waiting for sleep to take us. The end of the events surrounding the town of Jarrol had left me questioning the wisdom of allowing Bellos to run about "playing dragon." The people of that city had been doubly screwed over.

It was a guess, but I believed Xeras had been grooming that town for conquest by the Bukenahk. With an endless supply of that metal and skilled metal smiths in their service, the orc's ability to wage war would be increased several times over. The wind wall, while very impressive, would have been very useless against the Shaman-Arcanists of the Broken Knuckle. They would have been crushed easily. It was a hunch, but the right one, it all fit together too easily. Xeras and Allas had all the subtlety of a sunny day.

As I was drifting off to sleep, a shadow appeared on the edge of the firelight. We were at battle-alertness in a blink, but the figure did not a make any sudden movements, or have any weapons present.

"Come into the light," I called. He advanced slowly. He was wearing a long black Theralis style tunic. His hair was a mass of dark curls and his face was beautiful, almost celestial, with a dead-white pallor.

"Hello stranger," Chatham said with typical aplomb, "What brings you into the wilderness tonight?"

He smiled and looked at me, "Hethas has told me that you are going to die. I am supposed to keep it from happening."

"Oh great," I exclaimed, "Now Hethas is involved."

"I am called by Hethas," he replied, "You will be killed when you return to Theralis. I will stop them."

What do you say to something like that, "What does Hethas have to do with the conflict between the gods?"

"I am called by her, but I am not bound by her," He said. "I set my own goals. However in this thing, she asked this of me and I will do it."

I thought I felt something wiggle loose in my brain. It was probably an errant piece of sanity. "Alright then. So you are not here to cause mischief?"

He shook his head.

"Then come, sit, talk," I said gesturing to a spot by the fire.

"Oh no," he said with sibilant smoothness. "I can keep a better eye on you from out here." He turned back to the forest and disappeared.

"Oh just great!" I said, losing my temper. "Allas, Xeras, and now Hethas!"

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Theralis was only a few days away and we soon found ourselves in the foothills outside of the Theralis valley with a dread standing over us. Someone was going to try to kill me and we busied our selves with the useless task of watching out for the killer. Uripedas and his army of sunhawks scouted ahead while Bellos checked things out on the ground. I kept stoneskin active constantly. Anyone intent on killing me was going to have to work for it.

We reached to he outskirts of the city and dismay sliced over us. Signs of recent fighting pervaded the area and guard patrols, usually only present in the summer, were out in force. The rest of us took cover in the woods, while Bellos scouted. While he was gone, I decided to send Uripedas to find Agina and let her know we were here. Uripedas returned before Bellos.

"We found her," he said excitedly. "She said you should wait here."

Bellos returned several minutes later saying that he didn't see anything unusual in the city, but a group of troops was headed in our direction.

I turned to Chatham and Ffutkuhg, "I don't know if you want to go into the city. A mixed tribe has settled in a valley not far from here. I'm sure you'd be welcome there while we make arrangements to talk to the council."

"No," the old orc responded, "We will all go into the city deal with what may come."

I nodded and we turned to await the arrival of the troops.

The soldiers turned out to be a corps of Theralis Elite led by Agina.

"We received your letter," she said with no preamble. "Come with me."

We set out at a military hustle, but did not head for the city. I thought it was unusual, but I trusted Agina. Hell, it was why I sent the letter to her.

"Why are the patrols out in the winter?" I asked trying to get up to speed.

Agina snorted, "They changed the rules. Another tribe attacked while you were out. They had armorcats with them but they were not Breaking Cat. They waged a skirmish campaign but we fended them off."

"Anything else?" I prompted.

"Wait 'till we get where we're going," Agina said. And we jogged along until we reached Phitios' tower.

Phitios' country abode wasn't so much a tower, but more like the ossified stump of a tremendous tree.

White tunicked guards patrolled its perimeter. I was jumpy at this point. Akeros wasn't visible, but, as we found out a few times on the last leg of the journey home. He could be seen when he wanted to. He just chose not to be seen most of the time.

We were escorted to a windowless circular room at the heart of the tower, finely appointed with chaises, couches, bowls of fruit and bottles of chilled wine.

With another detachment of guards inside, Phitios lounged on a couch sipping a from a cup beaded with droplets of water. He was very calm and smiled warmly when we entered.

"Please, relax you've caused quite a stir," He said.

Everyone took to a seat while the servants offered food and watered wine.

"We got your message a month ago and were waiting for you to get back." Phitios said. "We've been busy here, even with the winter campaign, we've been making lots of preparations." He paused and looked into an empty corner, "Hello Akeros. It's nice to see you again."

The tall pale man appeared from a shadow smiling. "Phitios," he said in greeting, "Perceptive as always."

Phitios turned back to me, "So, can you tell me what you saw."

I told him and Agina every thing...except about me possibly getting a chance to shag Belial. If I didn't tell Merideth, there was no way I was going to tell Phitios, Agina and a room full of guards.

After several long moments of contemplation, Phitios asked, "Do you think that mine is still there?"

I just looked at him. Didn't he hear what I said? The gods are going to war and he's worried about a fool's-gold mine.

"It should be, although it won't be open," I replied. "The ore wasn't natural anyway."

Phitios had stopped listening after I said "It should be." "Chatham," he said, "How many people can run with you?"

Chatham thought about it for a few moments and gave him a fairly large number.

Phitios eyes began to cloud with thought, "I'd like for you, all of you, to stay here for at least a week while we sort things out," he said. He was my commanding officer and member of the council so I agreed. In a way, I was glad to have finally sloshed all of this business into the council's hands. All of this business with the gods was in the hands of people who made the decisions. Okay, I kept telling myself that, but I knew I was involved up to my neck.

A day later, Agina informed us that Thelanna was coming to Phitios tower to speak with us. Great, another complication I didn't need.

The next day, accompanied by a contingent of guards, I met with the Therali High Priestess of Allas in an isolated alcove off from the large center room.

Now, don't get me wrong. I did not dislike Thelanna, I didn't trust her. Being in an enclosed space, with my death coming at any moment, with no where to run (Teleport and Dimension Door not withstanding) left me feeling more than a bit nervous. So nervous, I could barely engage her in conversation.

We spoke in Celestial. No I don't know the language, but Thelanna did and through her I understood. She said it was to keep the conversation away from those who would not understand.

She spoke of the conflict between the gods. She said that Theralis must prevail and in order for us to prevail we must spread out. Expansion was supposed to be our best hope for beating Broken Knuckle and Xeras. And the best way to ensure our victory is if Allas is with us. She said if the people of Theralis choose Allas over Dianas as the patron god, Allas will provide military support while Dianas would only supply blessings.

I nodded and asked for more details, but she remained vague. Then the skin on my neck tightened. Almost casually, Thelanna said she heard I was having a crisis of faith.

"And who told you this?" I asked genuinely surprised.

"A passing Celestial," She said.

"Which one?" I asked. I wanted to have a slow, torturous conversation with it.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I am here if you wish to talk about your feelings."

I paused pondering for several minutes. I wasn't good at confiding, not when a Chosen of the Goddess of Death, pops up to tell me that someone in Theralis is waiting to kill me. In the end, like her or dislike her, Thelanna was not going to be the receptacle for my doubts.

"So," I finally said, "what we want is the best for Theralis?"

Thelanna nodded, "Yes."

What I thought was "I need to find out what is best for Theralis." What I said was "Okay."
 

Greppa, I'm glad you warned me about the dialogue ;).

Just so's y'all know, Amalan was much fiercer and well-spoken before 4-5 weeks passed without record :o

Bellos had went looking for the dragon of this land and could not find it. Somehow, with his new connection to nature, Bellos sent a "message" through the wilderness. It wasn't directed to anyone in particular. It was just a cry for help. Amalan heard the alert.
Just a quick comment, since I don't think this was ever explained to anyone but Bellos: there is a feat that allows attunement/sensitivity to the land, and by sending faint ripples through the "green pond of life", allows communication with others who are nearby and similarly sensitive.

Bellos wasn't communicating, however. He was splashing wildly.

When Amalan went looking for the hatchling dragon he'd not been warned about, you can imagine his surprise to find a scrawny Aglaonese citizen, with a terrible story of a dragon murdered, a land ravaged, and a tiny band of heroes trying to stop it all.

"Thank you for what you've done here,"
Note: from Greppa's point of view, he gave a pretty exact quote. It covers the important parts of the dragon's little thank-you speech, after all, which you'll notice is 70% additional lands :).

Here's a fairly exact quote, from my planning notes. I think I may have changed a few bits on the fly, though.

"THAT A DRAGON DIED IS TRAGEDY, BUT DO NOT THINK I AM BLIND TO YOUR HEROISM." A breathy pause, then, "FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TODAY, I THANK YOU. RETURN TO YOUR LANDS. REJOICE. FOR I SEE FIT TO REWARD HEROISM, AND EXTEND THE COMPACT WITH YOUR PEOPLE. THE VALLEYS TO THE SOUTH AND WEST OF LITTLE LAKE SHALL BE YOURS, AND IN YOUR NAME." Another pause, as the dragon stares hard in the direction of the mining shaft, then nods and repeats, "THANK YOU." He leaves, fading into the forest.

Okay, looking at that, I know I changed a few bits :). I dropped the "rejoice", cuz I was looking at the players, who were looking at me, and they didn't look like the word would resonate with them right at that moment ;). And I think I reworded "I see fit to reward heroism", although I'll be damned if I can remember how.

(As for how I had that planned - Amalan was going to show up whether Bellos went and got him or not; it was just a matter of whether or not the PCs were on his good side or not, so I had two speeches prepped)

The fearsome dragon's words were terrible,"Did you believe that your crime could pass beneath our notice stupid humans? The Compact was for what you needed. You wanted more and now you will have nothing."
"Stupid humans"... did I actually say that? Gah!

Although, I am pretty sure he said "and now you will have only death."

"Come into the light," I called. He advanced slowly. He was wearing a long black Theralis style tunic. His hair was a mass of dark curls and his face was beautiful, almost celestial, with a dead-white pallor.
Note: when Greppa says "celestial", he isn't talking about in the way that a Theralis citizen would use it - by that standard, Athan was more celestial, and this fellow was more fiendish. But in the more modern sense,in that he had an angelic, almost guileless expression, he did.

Also, Greppa described him very prettily, but neglected to mention his name (even though he refers to the name later in this post, with no preamble or linkage :)): it's Akeros.

And here's another description of him...

"His skin as pale as ivory, his eyes darkest blue, his nails blackest talons. He was beautiful. He ripped apart the final initiate himself, following the ritual he'd watched for three days, and finally spoke. 'I require clothing. And weapons.'. Akeros had returned."

And one more thing... Thelanna was a lot sneakier than presented here :). Greppa and Merideth both fell for it hook, line and sinker until Bellos put things in perspective several minutes later. Of course, it's his diary, so that's to be expected ;)

(Greppa's PLAYER didn't fall for it, but he did an admirable job of having his character fall for it; writing it this way later is just icing on the cake for me :))
 

By the way, I didn't say it, and I meant to:

Nice post! I'm liking the redheaded point of view :).

And don't take my comments as criticism - they are, at most, an explanation of the GM's point of view for comparison and contrast :p.
 

Very nice. I like the player/DM PoV comparison. It helps give an idea of what really goes on at the table more than most story hours do (or possibly can)

Did Greppa have any suspicions on who was trying to off 'im?
 


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