Shadows of Greatness, a Forgotten Realms campaign UPDATED February 1, 2008

[Devo]

Hee-hee! This was a fun session. The characters learned something important, but what? Will it be useful to them? When? How? Only time will tell.

And poor Liaden! Brought low by a mere steed. tsk, tsk.

This session reminded me that I need to pay more attention to who my players are when I'm designing a session. The three guardians in the Chamber of Dawn were set up to be a combat. I should have figured that these players/characters wouldn't fight there way into a holy place! What was I thinking? Next time, no negotiating: the guardians simply attack.

This session was also somewhat disappointing as we had one player who was completely disinterested in what was going on. No real interaction with the game at all.

 

[Hedrin]

Mere steed?

And poor Liaden! Brought low by a mere steed. tsk, tsk.

Mere steed my *ss! He was a Paladin's horse, and an experienced vetern of many a fight. I consider myself lucky to be alive!!!!!

Liadan

 

[sniffles]

Sorrows and Celebrations

In the aftermath of Califax's disappearance we stood in silence for a moment, startled by how far the struggle had carried us from our companions. Liadan was much distressed in both spirit and body. Once she had called upon Lathander's mercy, we made our way back to our friends whose mounts had been delayed by Erim's spell. Phaele was quite cross with Pakkin for taking her horse without her leave. Liadan was also displeased with Rock's treatment of Shadowcast. I assisted my friend in helping the horse to her feet.

Once we had all recovered a bit from those strange events, we discussed making camp at that spot, though it was only midday. We thought that perhaps Liadan would wish to rest following her upsetting encounter, but she desired that we continue our journey toward Camber as soon as possible. In the end, however, we chose to remain where we were. Erim sent a spell into the Winterwood in hope of contacting Gadron.

While Nekaya went hunting with Pakkin, Nikos climbed a tree to scout the area. He found nothing of concern. Later he and I sparred for a time to hone our skills. Nekaya and Pakkin brought rabbits for our meal. Liadan chose to pray and fast, seeking guidance from Lathander regarding Califax's condition. Whether he is gone for good none can say. Nekaya suggested that perhaps his separation from Covenant has caused him to go mad; she has more knowledge of such divine bonds, being similarly bonded to her steed Pekuah. Liadan fears that the horse was possessed by some evil entity.

Before dawn Liadan rose and prepared herself carefully for a full service to the Dawn Lord. Shortly afterward, as we were preparing to break camp, I caught sight of something moving through the forest, appearing to come toward us. Rock and Nikos also spotted movement among the trees. Rock moved closer to the tree line.

When the creature cleared the trees we saw that it was a large troll with a very bulbous nose, carrying a twin-bladed sword of fine make. It bore the weapon almost carelessly, and its eyes seemed vacant. Rock attempted to converse with it in the language of the giants but it did not respond. Nikos then shouted out to it in the common tongue to stop, also without result. Phaele then used her magical skill to toss a false ball of flame at the troll, but this did not deter it. Its eyes did seem to light up once it was attacked. Then I heard the sound of Rock's shield being thrown to the ground. I had forgotten that trolls are of the giant-kind he so loves to fight.

Rock rushed forward to meet the troll. Nikos fired arrows at it but they scarcely penetrated its rough hide. Nekaya moved closer to aid Rock. Phaele flung lightning at the troll. Erim attempted to cast his spell of reduced speed upon it but the spell failed to take effect. Liadan was attempting to mount her horse. I chose to hold my position while all this took place, assuming that my friend Rock would hardly be troubled by a mere troll after having slain a giantess single-handed.

Erim now enspelled those who were near enough with enhanced speed. Liadan rode up and seared the troll with divine light, while Phaele sent a true ball of fire to explode just behind the creature. It fell to the ground, but Nekaya reported that its wound appeared to be healing themselves with preturnatural speed. Using my increased alacrity I ran forward and moved behind it so that should it rise again I would be able to strike at once.

Recognizing that her magical fires were not having as much effect as she desired, Phaele then burnt it with corrosive acid. This appeared to have somewhat more efficacy. Liadan also attacked it with her quicksilver mace. Abruptly the troll transformed into several snakelike forms of green smoke - an apparition all of us but Nikos recognized from our first meeting with the wizard Gadron.

The snakes passed through our camp until they were near the remains of the fire, where they emitted an explosive sound and appeared to deposit something upon the ground. Then they returned to the Winterwood and vanished. Liadan retreived a sack of leather from the ground and removed a sealed scroll, which she opened. It contained a letter from Gadron.

The letter indicated that this was a difficult time for the wizard. He warned us not to remain in the area, for, as he said, "Do not tarry near this place; terrible events come borne on foul winds". He repeated this warning twice. He also spoke of his researches into the whereabouts of Covenant's party. He had been able to find no trace. He theorized that perhaps they had been utterly disintegrated, but seemed to doubt this explanation. He also spoke of other planes of existence that cannot be scryed upon or divined, planes that can be created by folk of great magical might. This portion of his letter made sense only to the wizards in our party.

The letter said nothing of our encounter with Califax, which caused Liadan to angrily curse at Gadron. Erim then sent another spell message to the wizard urgently seeking further information and informing him that we would continue to Camber. We gathered up our possessions and continued our journey toward the town.

The farms we passed as we neared appeared to be empty, but not abandoned. We guessed that perhaps the residents had gone to town for the celebrations. Our remaining journey there continued uneventfully, and a day and a half after the message from Gadron arrived, we reached Camber. There were far more folk within the walls than we had ever seen before, even during the seige when many of the outlying residents came within the walls for safety. We were greeted with pleasure by the guards, who were surprised to see us again so soon.

Peculiarly, several of us noted a large quantity of crows in the vicinity, though they were not storm crows, and I observed that there was a white crow among them standing out starkly against the black plumage of its fellows. As the orc shamaness we had seen with Micah had taken the form of a crow when she fled the town, we were concerned by this, but could not determine if the white crow was an omen of danger or merely an oddity of nature.

When we arrived at the First Gate Inn we found it fully occupied. We encountered Captain Puffleweis of the town militia, and were surprised to find her clad all in black during such a festive occasion. We did not speak to her, but were told by others that during our absence her husband had been slain by orc raiders.

We were surprised to learn that the priestess Esther whom Nekaya had brought to town was now marrying a local man - perhaps this explains why she did not wish to accompany us when we left for Arrabar. We also found a number of visitors who had no relation to any of the townsfolk, which seemed odd since Camber is not on any major trade route. An elder from Phaele's native land of Halruua was there with several companions and a number of servants, as well as a Chessentan fellow, a traveler from the Dragon Coast, and a pair of brothers from Athkatla in Amn, the city from which our former companions Garrett and Fallon had hailed. We have no cause to be suspicious of any of these folk, but it does seem curious that they have come so far out of their way at a time when we have been warned that danger nears. Now we ponder whether to advise the good folk of Camber of Gadron's warning.

[Edit: I just discovered during this session that I've been spelling the name of Nekaya's horse wrong all this time!]

Note: During the night before Gadron's message arrived, Nikos took Pakkin the goblin off for a little stern 'talking to' about taking other peoples' horses, evidently thinking that scoldings from Nekaya and Phaele weren't enough. Nekaya woke up and had a little talking-to of her own with Nikos.

 

[sniffles]

A Festive Occasion

Perhaps on the next occasion that danger threatens the good folk of Camber, it should be announced that a feast is being prepared. This would seem much more efficacious for drawing outlying folk to the town than a threat to their safety. I have never seen the town so crowded, nor so festively decorated.

There are four couples to wed, and each has chosen a color to symbolize their union. All of their families and friends go about wearing ribbons of that color to signify their affiliation with that couple. My companions and I have been given yellow ribbons as we are included in the party of Billy Tanner and his family. But Liadan has been asked to stand with Esther Moonsilver during the ceremony, as none of the young priestess's family have arrived.

My friend Rock has made himself scarce, as the humans say, and I have spent my time with Nikos in his stead. I have introduced Nikos to many of my acquaintances here, and explained his presence simply as a distant relation of Liadan. Many people asked after Sandrue. I wish that he could see that he is missed.

We have learned a little more of the unusual visitors. Phaele in particular had some converse with the Halruuan elder, Aethrid Furnael, and his vizier, Burleau. It seems that such elders are very highly placed in Halruuan society. Elder Furnael's ship sank while crossing the Lake of Steam. I hope that this is not an omen of difficulty for our future, as we must also cross the Lake of Steam to reach our future destination in Calimshan.

Nekaya has become rather fascinated by another of the travelers, a man by the name of Pascal who dresses quite well and seems most sociable from what little I have seen of him. Perhaps she merely finds him handsome. Liadan also appears somewhat concerned with him, but I have not been able to find out what it is that draws her interest.

The four couples were wed today in a joint ceremony, presided over by the mayor, whose cousin is now bonded to Esther. I found the customs here charming but quite unlike those of my homeland. It brought me nostalgic memories of my own bonding to my beloved Erendis. I had felt some melancholy when we came so near to the place I was last parted from her, there in the Cloven Mountains. But the joyousness of the wedding ceremony lifted my spirits. I wish them all the blessings of Corellon Larethian or whatever deity they follow.

Liadan looked quite lovely in her scarlet gown, red being the chosen color of Esther's new family. It is seldom that I see Liadan thus, with her silver hair dressed and her hands empty of mace and shield. She offered the salt, which is one of the items given to the couple to signify good fortune for them, along with grain, wood, wine, and blessed water.

Rock has given the Tanners an enchanted acorn that was given him by the druids of Silvanus. I think that the newlywed couple were somewhat confused by this gift, but I know that my friend gave it out of the goodness of his heart.

Another stranger has arrived in Camber as well as those previously mentioned, but we know nothing of him other than that he is well armed and of an appearance somewhat similar to Nikos. His name is Wyrstalker. I can see nothing of concern about any of these strangers, yet I feel a sense of foreboding that so many of such disparate backgrounds should be present now. There is so little privacy available now that I have been unable to share my concerns with my companions. Perhaps on the morrow we may find a moment to ourselves.

[Note: The next session is scheduled for Oct. 30, but will probably be preempted by the opening night of "Serenity".]

 

[Zora]

Rock Battlehammer

Well, here goes. I've been pressured incessantly by Sniffles to post my journal entries for Rock Battlehammer. I started at the inception of the game with a few of them, and then lost track for awhile, and have started up again. They're listed by the date of the session, and are in chronological order. I will be attempting to fill in the missing spots at a later date.

NOTE: I am not a writer, just did this for fun. So sue me.

Humble beginnings – Rock Battlehammer

Baran Amiladak (BAHRun AHMilahdahk)
son of Barauskas the Devoted
Barauskas the Godspoken
notoriety: none (other than marrying into the Amiladak family and being a priest)
grandson of Barak (BARE-ak) the Mighty, strongest of all Dwarves
Barak the Axe
Barak the Trustworthy
Barak Trueforge (adventuring name)
Barak Giant-killer
Barak Demonlord foe
Barak the Cursed
notoriety: exceptional strength; curses: turned into a werewolf, blindness, deafness, assassinated in middle of tavern, turned to stone, losing all the hair on his body.

Oldest of seven, Baran often looked after his siblings. Grandfather Barak took a special liking to him for an unknown reason.

Baran and his grandfather spent much time together. Often Baran would ask "Grandfather, will I ever be as strong as you?" To which was replied "You are. All your strength is right here", tapping Baran on the chest. Baran assumed he meant his heart, since he cared so for his brothers and sisters. However, it was obvious to most everyone except Baran that he had great strength and exceptional endurance combined with a quickness of limb, as well as the intelligence and insight to put them to good use.

Overall high expectations were made of Baran.

Years went by, Baran being groomed to go into the priesthood by his father, while his grandfather trained him in secret in the ways of the warrior.

Until one day, when there was a collapse in a side tunnel, burying his grandfather Barak under a slab of stone. Yelling to his father to do something, his father responded "there's nothing we can do." In a sudden burst of rage, Baran lifted the slab from Barak, to the stunned silence of the community.

Unfortunately, grandfather did not last the night. He passed on with Baran holding his hand at bedside.

In the months to follow, there came many outbursts of anger. Several of these caused harm not only to his surroundings, but to anyone unlucky enough to be close to him. Baran was quickly running out of friends and supporters.

Then one day he overheard his father talking to his mother, saying that Baran was hurting the family reputation. Barely controlling his rage, Baran crept off, packed his belongings, and set out for parts unknown. All the while thinking "I'm doing this for Grandfather's good name."

Taking up the name Rock Battlehammer, since humans tend to remember such names better, he set off to make a new beginning to his life...

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Journal entry 2/1/03

Dear Grandfather,

Well, I've been run out of yet another town. Good thing I'm not using the family name, eh?
Some town I didn't bother to learn the name of. Why can't they see that a man just wants
to be left in peace to drink his ale and think about his path in life? Sorry, same old lament,
I know....it's just that when somebody says "fatherless son of a...". Well, you get the idea.
I was truly apologetic about the damage to the bar, but the locals sided with each other.
Will write more tomorrow. Gonna lay back on this hay and catch some shut-eye.
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Dear Grandfather,

Today was a bit different than the usual. Not unusual was the gang of young bucks from
the previous town who didn't take kindly to the thrashing they justly received. Nor were their reinforcements surprising. I TRIED to diffuse the situation and assure them I was on my merry way away from town, but they refused to listen. After a couple of choice insults
on my behalf, I'm afraid I lost my temper again and went at them. I truly wish I could
control my rage. They deserved a beatin' but not like that.

Here's where the unusual part came in. I vaguely remember a tall, regal human coming up
to me during the fight and trying to calm me down. Unfortunately, I couldn't control my rage before I struck him. He avoided most of my blows, and then I hit him with a fence post.

Luckily, it caused him no apparent harm. He had the most wonderful silver shirt of mail I have ever seen, rivalling our handiwork. It was...well, let me continue my previous thought. I did manage to ruin his clothing over the shirt, however. Normally, I would make restitution, but his clothes are worth more than my entire belongings. The honorable thing to do is to
accompany him until I can earn enough from my silverwork to repay him.

Pepa, he has the most calming influence over people I have ever seen. He is most obviously
a devotee of Lathander the Morninglord, promiser of new beginnings.

His name is Covenant.

A truly strong, noble name for such a man. He accepted my offer to accompany him and his
companions in what will be a "truly new beginning". Although I think he meant me, specifically. Moradin knows I could use one.

His companions seem somewhat similar to your old adventuring group, Pepa. His close friend
is an elven woman named Erendis, priestess of Corellian Larethian. Stunningly beautiful. Her
mate travels with her, his name is Telemnar, and he's been eyeing my mule. He seems to care a great deal about horses. Those elves always seem to have a way with animals.

Then there's Covenant's companion/squire? Liadan is her name. Human woman with silver hair? I thought only certain elves had hair of silver. She's no elf! I saw her clumsily attempt an attack during weapons practice today with Covenant, and she ended flat on her stomach while he deftly avoided it. She was so angry her face turned beet red! I had to turn away so as not to laugh.

I haven't had the desire to laugh in a long time. It felt good.
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Dear Grandfather,

To add to my debt, Covenant gave me a pony to ride, so as not to slow down their progress. I know he did it to be kind, but this will make repayment slower.

Can't say as I mind so much, as we've done a lot of travelling over the last few days. (Hence nothing to write you about). Mind-numbing travel, but lots of interesting stories and discussion at the campfire.

Clangeddin's Beard! Liadan, the human(?) female is strong! Pepa, I would dare say (forgive me!) that her strength rivals your own. This cannot be natural. Silver hair, strength to rival the strongest dwarf...

I wonder if she's part demon. Surely Covenant would recognize this? Maybe...as the saying goes: keep your enemies closer. Hmmm, I'm going to keep an eye on her. She might be an assassin.
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Well, I've sure stepped in Duergar dung this time! We met the rest of Covenant's group at Shadow's End. Unfortunately, I embarrassed myself when one of his companions suddenly appeared in the middle of the inn. I thought they might be assassins and drew my axes. Then when 2 of the group pointed just behind me and said a name, I swung a mighty blow thinking another assassin was behind me. I ended up cutting into ANOTHER companion named Garrett. Next thing I knew, I was waking up on my back.

Erendis, thank her lovely heart, said that he was quick and had struck me down. I know when something's being said to placate a temper, so accepted that excuse even though I had no injury and didn't see him move at all. I suppose I owe him one. A shame, since I think he and I might have gotten along.

All the companions --and, it seems, their proteges-- had arrived. Included are Havin, with his friends Phaele and Sandrue, humans. Fallon, student of Garrett. And the elves to suddenly appear were Jastra and her companion Erim.

I was too embarrassed to enjoy the rest of the evening's discussions, as I'm sure they were all having a little fun with me. Except Covenant.

Why am I here? I don't belong. Everybody here is either a companion of Covenant's or one of their students. All with ties to the group. I'm only here because I owe Covenant money.

Well, Pepa, any suggestions?

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Journal entry 2/8/03

Dear Grandfather,

You would have been proud of me. I managed to keep my temper by removing myself from the situation. The demon, Liadan, started to retell of my embarrassing encounter earlier this evening for none other than Garrett's protege, Fallon. I went to my room and worked my silver and said my prayers until such time as I felt I could be calm enough to rejoin the festivities. As you can imagine, this took some time.<g>

I did bolster the courage enough to ask Covenant if he wanted me on this trip, as I was not part of his original plan. He stated that he hadn't considered that some of us might not want to participate. Still owing him a debt, I vowed that I would accompany him if he should so choose to include my presence. I must say I felt a little joy when he gladly welcomed me into his adventure.

When I rejoined the party downstairs, Liadan had already retired to bed to my relief. I did manage to view a game of chess between Erim and Sandrue, which Sandrue relatively easily won. I managed to hide the smirk I felt at that lofty and arrogant Erim's loss. He speaks as if he knows more about everything than everyone. Yet when I looked at his sheath, it looks like it's been hanging on a wall rather than a hip.

He'll need protecting.

I then asked Sandrue if he would indulge me in a game or two. He politely agreed and we had at it. He's quite good. It took me awhile to remember the nuances and such, so that during the second game it was closer than the first. Although I suspect he was growing tired by that time. Still, as you used to say, "Every tactic is a viable one, my grandson." I lost both games, but did manage to learn a little about the man. Overly polite, but well spoken, that one.

I ended up outlasting most everyone until such point as I'm now jotting these thoughts down. It's growing late and I do not wish to seem unrested or lazy on the morrow's journey.
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The morning started out with a wonderful breakfast and all of us gathered around the inn's tables when Covenant spoke to the assemblage asking if there were any who wanted to stay behind in a house provided by himself and Garrett.

It seems the older generation all spoke up with their comments and beliefs in their protege's abilities. Everyone agreed to go. I was sure Garrett was going to say something about me but held back.

(Author's note: the player was sure the GM was going to have Covenant or Garrett especially say something about Rock, and the player had a speech ready, but that's how it goes<g>)

Afterwards, everyone went up to get their things ready except Garrett, Sandrue and Phaele. I approached Garrett and told him flat-out that he could take his shot. I tried to be honorable Pepa, but he said that he'll find his chance later. I gave him the chance. But I'll not sit around and worry if he decides not to be man enough to do it to my face.

We packed and got mounted to go. Covenant made a stirring speech that he likes to do at the beginning of every journey and leapt off into the distance. At this time, I'm thinking I should've taken your pony rather than Filthy Beast. I kid, he's truly a wonderful animal. I expect father's not upset about that loss, but suspects I have more than he knows. As you know, I have your signet ring. The same ring I said was lost in the rubble. I just couldn't stand it in his hands. Abatthor's avarice, but I just couldn't!

We travelled north to the Storm Horn mountains. For lunch, Erendis prayed for a feast from Corellon Larethian. I was hesitant to eat conjured food, but I trust Erendis. She has a good heart. It was quite tasty, too!

We came upon a ruin to an almost lost human deity Elishar, god of the sun. Along the way, I had a chance to talk to Havin. He reminds me alot of you. Kindly, old<g>, and with a great spirit. Talk eventually turned to you, but only briefly.

I made a blunder by questioning Covenant on his choice of watches kept throughout the night. Then I realized I was being cautious and tactically-minded, so needn't worry. Better to ask and make sure, than not and pay the price, as you would tell me.

Made my prayers to Dumathoin before going to sleep.

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Journal entry 3/8/03

Dear Grandfather,

Well, it's been a full day! Yes, only 1 day since I last sat down to put quill to paper.

Woke up this morning to get ready to go through a Portal. It was a relief carved onto the ruined temple's wall of a sunrise, or sunset, depending on which way you were facing. At Covenant's direction, the demon Liadan attempted to open the portal. Evidently not in pleasure with Lathander, it didn't start working until Covenant joined in.

The most wondrous thing happened. The sunrise (for so I believe that's what it was) came to life! As the sun started moving, the portal opened. Since this was all happening during our own sunrise for the day, it seemed appropriate. We then proceeded through the portal. I tried to hide my discomfort, never having had direct experience with this much magic before. Hopefully I comported myself in a matter that honors you.

After going through, we came upon to hardened warriors who were lying in wait. I decided to wait to see their intentions, but made sure I was between them and Covenant, who was last coming through the portal. As it turns out, they were are followers of Covenant sent to wait for us. Brandle and Chosn are their names.

The portal took us East and South to the Cloven Mountains near the Darkwash.

No sooner had we arrived and met with Brandle and Chosn than a score of travellers arrived heading towards the ruins. They were Red Wizards! Led by a man named Nethimil, a red wizard himself, they amounted to approximately 5 wizards, 4 warriors, one barbarian, a dozen followers, and a Thayian priest of Kosith, the FireLord.

As it turns out, Covenant and his friends had had previous encounters with Nethimil and Nethimil's master. Now Nethimil is the master. The barbarian, Rogan, decided he'd heard of Covenant and tried to start a pissing match. Covenant confidently ignored him until Rogan flew into a rage and attacked.

This ended up throwing the entire area into chaos. I'll tell you as much as I can, Pepa, but some of it was gleaned from my companions afterward.

At first, Erendis told me to stay back and out of the conflict, as there would be heavy magics. I tried my best, then one of the warriors rushed Erendis, who was next to me. At first I refrained from doing anything out of respect for Erendis' judgement, but after she was cut by the warrior's axe, I leapt in to help. At first, I tried to distract him enough to keep Erendis from being hurt, but that did not help. Then I leapt at him and shouldered him enough for her sword to find purchase. Then noticing another would rush forward to replace his downed comrade, I went to intercept, knowing my skills are not a match for them.

At about this time, the camp followers of Nethimil decided to join in the fray. They all rushed towards Covenant. It was time for a decision: either go after the warrior heading now towards Phaele, Erim, Sandrue and Jathra; or towards the mob going after Covenant. Trusting that my 4 companions could handle the warrior, I went to assist Covenant with the mob, of which I have ample experience.

This is where I lost my temper and things get a little fuzzy. I remember downing 3 or 4, who also managed to get in a few cuts on myself. I turned, and seeing the priest of Kosith, I ran at him and struck him a good blow. Unfortunately, he managed to heal most of it, but Covenant finished him off shortly after.

Nethimil was the only one left. He appeared to be blind. Before I could run at him, he stepped backwards through a portal that appeared in midair. I was seeing red, but as the situation seemed to be under control, I managed to calm myself down with Covenant's teachings and thanks to Haela Brightaxe.

Everything went black.

I awoke moments later thanks to the ministrations of my friends. Slightly embarassed, I went to Filthy Beast to get my waterskin.

As it turns out, Liadan may only be half-demon. (That may explain why Covenant is taking her under his wing: saving her soul and giving her a new beginning) A demon would never react the way she did after killing someone. Having already been through that before, I can understand how she feels. It seems both Liadan and Sandrue have become blooded for the first time today. Sandrue was not disgorging the contents of his stomach as was Liadan, rather he seemed pale and in shock.

I then got my skin of dwarven ale and tossed it to Liadan. I should've been nicer and handed it to her, but to her credit she managed to catch it while shaking like a child. Demon reflexes, most likely. I went around, passing out my ale and water where I thought it would do the most good. To their benefit, it seems all of the proteges handled themselves well. I then helped with the cleanup of the battlefield, to spare my companions any more discomfort.

Brandle was lost to us. He sustained a few magical attacks and the concentrated efforts of one of the warriors. He was a good warrior.

We then left and travelled a short distance to eat and make camp. Covenant decided it would probably be better to rest and recoup after the battle. He then told us of the mission...

Showing us a journal that he's had for awhile, Covenant explained that he's hunting for an artifact that will turn the tide on some sort of evil.

We're looking for the "Sword of the Dreadnought". There's an ancient Dragon in these mountains that holds a key or compass called the "Gauntlet of Dawn", which will be used to wield the "Sword that cannot be held". Covenant then states he has a Glowstone to trade for it! Oh, Pepa, I can't wait to get just a glimpse of one to see if it holds true to all the stories you've told me.

And the idea of seeing the ancient Dragon Ssurrathrax (an Abyssal Dragon, it seems) both errifies and thrills me.

A wizard friend of Covenant's named Gadron has the Glowstone. He has taken a message gem and crushed it to summon Gadron.

...now we wait.

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Journal entry 4/12/03

Well, Pepa...

I sit down now to write you so that I might keep myself calm and refrain from further harm to one of my companions.

I shall endeavor to explain in due time, giving me the chance to think....

After waking up this morning, Sandrue and I had a quite nice discussion over a game or two of chess. I'm beginning to remember more and more of your lessons, Pepa. It's all about tactics and thinking 3 or 4 moves ahead of your opponent, if possible. He's quite good. I do believe I'll be ble to provide better competition the more we play.

I then managed to talk to my friend Telemnar a bit about Covenant. He had concerns that Covenant may take things too lightly and not worry himself about problems. I believe Covenant takes it all into account, but keeps up good appearances to help the morale of everyone around him. Telemnar was unconvinced.

We all broke fast and Covenant had just started tospeak when a few of us noticed something rapidly approaching from a distance. Admittedly, I feel a little embarrassed as I had not noticed a thing. Speeding its way towards us in a serpentine manner was a green trail of smoke along the ground.

Everyone went on guard although Covenant seemed mildly amused. I must say that can be infuriating at times. As the mysterious green smoke pulled closer, both Phaele and Sandrue wondered if perhaps it might be this mysterious wizard Gadron that we were expecting. It was, but that's no reason not to be on guard.

"Err on the side of caution", you always said.

Oh, Grandfather! I saw the GLOWSTONE! It was as beautiful as you've always said they were. I can see how they've caused many kindred to sway to the side of Abbathor. I, too, felt the urge to grab this thing that shines like the sun and run as far and fast as I can. Fortunately, good sense took hold and I knew it was here for a far grander purpose than simple greed. By your teachings, I know that greed always leads to an ignoble end.

Still, seeing one of our race's greatest creations with my own eyes took my breath away.

Upon reflection afterwards, common sense told me that I probably would not have made 10 paces before being stopped by Havin's or Jastra's art. More probably it would have been Garrett's knife, as he is quite quick.<g>

Gadron and Covenant discussed the idea of trading something else instead to the Dragon, then brought Jastra into it. Covenant looked unhappy about something that Gadron seemed awfully smug about. After that, Covenant stated that there needed to be some discussion between himself and his friends, and would the rest of us go back to the ruins to see if we can discover why Nethimil was so interested in them.

This actually seemed to cause anger and hurt feelings amongst my companions! There were mixed feelings from them all, including the half-demon Liadan actually feeling hurt! I did not understand this. He has taken her under his wing and tried to teach her the ways of Lathander, and she questions him? It's Covenant's quest, and he's her superior, so she should have just done what was tasked of her.

Covenant then felt the need to come and not only explain, but apologize to us for doing this! He has superiors who forbade him from telling certain things to all but his closest companions, not some petulant children who feel slighted for not being included.

Ah well, live and learn I guess. Or almost not as the case soon turned out to be.

Patience, I'm almost there Grandfather. In more ways than one.

We arrived at the ruins and decided to scout around. While Fallon and Liadan were "scouting" ahead, the rest of us waited behind. Lord, a regiment of our warriors in training would make less noise than that behemoth Liadan! As they were up ahead, I noticed that the graves we had dug for Nethimil's group had been disturbed.

Dumathoin's ire raised itself in me such that I had to investigate. I snuck up to their position with such grace as to put Liadan to shame.* I then listened and these well-trained ears of mine** heard 2 goblins rooting about in the graves.

Remembering your sage advice regarding goblins: "where there's a pair, there's a passel", I worked myself into a rage, thinking about Chosn, their robbing of the graves, and my dislike of goblins. Hoping that this would accomplish a couple of things: taking out the 2 goblins, drawing the others out of hiding, and making enough noise to cover the sounds of my companions approaching.

Things worked splendidly. I quickly dispatched the first one in a grave, then turn to the other. Sure enough, his yelling brings out the others in hiding. I then attacked the remaining original goblin and failed to take him down. At this time, a handful of others attacked. Precise numbers I couldn't measure as my rage had a hold of me.

One thing I DO remember are the effects of a magical spell starting RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I glittery, silver cloud of dust spread out engulfing me.

Then there was blackness.

I came to shortly with Erim shaking me awake from the effects of a sleep spell, and more goblins attacking Erim and myself.

His inexperience almost got me killed. He put me to sleep in the middle of a heated battle with several enemies around. Any one of them could have cut my throat easy as you please.

I was not happy about it, but that would have to wait as I was immediately fighting for my life against 3 goblins. Normally, I wouldn't give it too much thought; however, I was weak from the aftereffects of my rage. As I've written before, there is always a great draining after one of my "episodes", leaving me weak and vulnerable. However, usually there's no one around afterward to take advantage of it.

I pulled myself up and swung at the goblin, but could barely raise my hammer.*** Drawing on all the training you gave me, I pulled my hammer up and used all of my tactical knowledge to outfight him, knowing I could last longer. I struck him a solid killing blow****, but the weakness made it seem more a gesture in defiance than anything.*****

Finally, with the help of the rest of my companions, we defeated the remaining goblins. Then I spun on Erim and landed him a solid fist to the sternum. Luckily for him, I was still as weak as a newborn elf.****** I think he got the point, though.

Afterwards, we covered up the graves of the disturbed dead and threw the goblin bodies out for the scavengers to eat and as a warning to other goblins.

Soon, we'll be heading back to base camp with Covenant and the rest as my companions were hurt some and no longer wish to investigate the ruins.

*20, then a 17
**20
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****20, no critical
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Journal entry 8/05/05


We set about uncovering the rest of the holes down into the temple of Elishar. Once Telemnar and I found the way to open the doors, it became much easier. Knowing there would be some magic afoot, I was not surprised when the noon light filtered in and reflected off of the angled stone columns and around the corners to meet in the middle. Typical religious trick.

Sorry, you know how I feel. Years have smoothed that ire somewhat, but not entirely. Lathander's teachings have helped, but I'm not at forgiveness yet. I don't think any of my companions have surmised that amongst my daily prayers I have come to giving thanks to Lathander in the morning.

As the lights from the 5 rays connected, a passage opened at the spot in the wall seemingly unaffected by both the creature I previously mentioned or the ravages of time. As we made our way down, a man-sized and -shaped white crystalline creature appeared in the circular room at the end and blocked our progress. I couldn't understand a word he said, but after 2 more just like him -only green and black- appeared, it seemed obvious it was a holy room and they were there to guard it.

Nekaya seemed to understand the creature, and through magic, so did Liadan and Erim. Telemnar and I laughed later that we just got to stand there, looking silly. I did manage to pay attention to my surroundings, however, and noticed a few things I imparted to my friends later. Turns out there were pictures arranged in colored strips across the walls; one for green, one for black, and one for white. As I surmised, the green stood for nature, or our world, while the black was possibly the plane of shadow. I had no idea what the white might be, other than adversaries to the black, which Phaele stated was not far from the truth. It seems the white might represent the plane of light, although no one's ever heard of such a thing.

Time was running out, and Nekaya couldn't get into the actual chamber to look around. As the noon sun faded, the passage disappeared. Nekaya said the guardians were looking for some kind of "mark", and that the faithful would know it when they saw it. I suggested maybe it was simply the symbol of Elishar.

I mean, you can't get into the "special" places in the temple, unless you have the appropriate trappings, right? It's not enough to firmly believe or be devout, is it?

My apologies, I'm getting those feelings again. Someday I'll need to confront them head on.

Later, with Nikos' help, I managed to cover the hole leading into the temple that we originally fell down. At noon tomorrow, we'll be going in again with the carved symbol Nekaya made.
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We entered the chamber again, and the symbol worked! Nekaya gained us access and we investigated the small circular room. Liadan went over the small dais in the center and felt her energy renewed. I showed Phaele the pictures I had seen, and that is when she confirmed the possible meanings behind the colors. I also noticed a temple in the shape of a phoenix or some such bird that I mentioned to the rest. Liadan seemed particularly interested in looking at that, calling it the Morningdawn Hall that is located in Shadowdale. I've heard of it in our travels, but nothing more. There's also pictured the town of Tilverton in 2 of the colored strips, which is a town in the realms that mysteriously disappeared.

It's come to the conclusion of the group that this could be a prophecy of some sort.

After looking as much as we could, we left when time was running out. Assisting Nikos as best I could, we covered and hid the 5 entrances to the temple of Elishar.

We packed up and headed out once again on our journey. It was decided that it being the beginning of Spring, young Billy Tanner would be getting married soon and my companions have thought it a wonderful idea to swing through Camber and congratulate the young couple.

As I have many friends in Camber, and consider it as much of a home as our ancestral one, I am actually shaking in trepidation of going back there. Seeing her again. Awakening those feelings again. Hopefully, she has not figured out the traditional meaning behind the rings I gave her. If she were to find out that those rings I gave her and her husband would have been meant for her and I should she not have been already married, who knows what she would think of me.

I have not discussed this with Telemnar yet. He would never think me foolish, as he is a true friend. Maybe he can help me figure out a way to avoid embarrassment.

Before I could broach the subject, Liadan starting acting odd again. I've come to respect her level-headedness, even though she's a priest. Maybe it's a beginning...

She started riding towards something that none of us could see. When I approached her, she said she could see Califax galloping towards her, then veering off and around to do it again. I could neither hear nor see any evidence of this, and told her so. Fearing she might be compensating for her feelings of responsibility for the loss of her mentor and father, I kept close. Shortly, she decided to dismount and walk ahead of her horse, so I held the reins.

Suddenly she was flying backward as Califax appeared out of nowhere, back-kicking her solidly! I could scarcely believe it, as there was NO indication that a horse was anywhere around. No dust, no sound of running, and we couldn't see it, with the exception of Liadan.

Liadan let forth her Ray of Light that Lathander has blessed her with, to little effect. Quickly, everybody joined in, attacking Califax, trying to help Liadan.

Instinctively, I knew this must be a test. She must prove herself worthy of her father, of Califax, and shake off those feelings of guilt she's feeling over Covenant's disappearance. Unfortunately, I could not say anything as Shadowcast, Liadan's current mount, started attacking me!

I once again attempted through force of will to calm the horse, but maybe it was being compulsed, or my own anger at the situation foiled it, as it did not take. Getting frustrated, I resorted to punching it a couple of times in the snout to knock it unconscious. I'm not happy about it, but it needed to be done.

I then managed to voice my concern, yet I don't know if anyone took heed. Nikos stopped attacking it, which was good. Him being so strong, I was worried for Califax.

Then, Liadan made me proud and leaped onto his back, attempting to subdue/calm Califax. Califax took off at a run and was soon out of sight, with Telemnar and Nekaya (and Pakkin) following behind.

The rest I heard from Telemnar.

After being thrown roughly from Califax's back by a tree limb, Liadan struggled to stay up as Covenant's faithful mount kept up a barrage of hooves and teeth. Nekaya and Telemnar managed to stay ahorse and circle Liadan, preventing Califax from attacking much more.

Finally Liadan stood firmly and proud, using Lathander's grace to rebuff Califax, who stopped short. Upon speaking a prayer to Lathander, Liadan banished Califax's spirit from this plane. Califax vanished into thin air.

It was up to her to confront this, and she did.

Good going, girl.

Well, until next time, Pepa.

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Journal entry 8/19/05

Dear Pepa,

Well, it has been a couple of days since my previous letter, and in that time much has happened.

After Liadan's noble defeat of the spirit of Califax, she, Nekaya and Telemnar came back to rejoin the rest of us. I was about to congratulate her on her triumph, but something in her face made me stay my voice. Then the look in her eyes when she saw her mount Shadowcast trussed up and unconcious made me feel low.

I can't expect her to understand fully the circumstances at this time, but I believe my good friend Telemnar understood that I did what I could to avoid permanent harm to the creature. On our travels, I have come to understand and appreciate nature like so few of our brethren, yet many of my companions do not see this. I could explain to them, but I shouldn't have to.

We camped here and made ready for the journey to Camber the next day. Liadan wished some time in the morning to perform a full service to Lathander. I thought I might help her with it, but do not with to intrude at this time, as she is still hurting over my treatment of Shadowcast.

It's just as well, as there seems to be an odd tension with Phaele, Nikos, and Nekaya.

Just as Liadan was finishing her service, Telemnar, Nikos and I noticed something shambling through the tall grass towards our campsite. It was a large troll with a nicely-crafted doubleblade weapon.

After a couple of us tried to get its attention to detour it away from the group, I went forward to intercept it.

Since taking up the mantle of Outwarden, I vowed that I WILL be the first line of defense against any and all threats to my people. I don't think my companions fully understand this except Telemnar. He not only understands, but has grasped that when I say this, I consider all my companions my people. I know Sandrue would understand. I wish he were here. I may have to teach Telemnar to play chess.

Turns out it was all for naught. After many blows and well-placed spells by Phaele, we finally dropped the foul creature. Delivering the mightiest blow I could manage to coup de grace the troll, Phaele figured out through experimentation that this one was especially vulnerable to acid rather than fire.

I say it was all for naught since when we defeated it, it turned into green smoke and snaked its way to our campfire, whereupon it left behind a message for us from Gadron. Only wizards would send a message wrapped in such a dangerous package. The message told us to make our way away from the Winter Wood, as terrible events were coming. It also stated that he wasn't sure what happened to Covenant and friends, but thought that most likely they were on a different plane that didn't allow divination. Our search continues.

We arrived in Camber to find banners and decorations adorning the outer wall. It's festival time, and the town seems to be in especially good spirits. The north tower has been rebuilt, which is good. Looks like the supplies I sent made it here and were put to good use. Everybody's dressed in bright colors except one.

Serrah Puffleweiss.

It breaks my heart to see her like this. She is mourning the loss of her husband Re, who was felled in a raid by orcs. He was a good man. He made me promise to watch out for her during the siege, and I did everything I could. It saddens me I was not here to prevent his passing, sparing her from this pain. For such a jovial, full-of-life race, it seems at odds to see them mourn. She's in the first month of a year-long period of mourning. Talk is her mother is already looking for possible suitors.

Her mother is a wise woman, so it seems impossible that she would do such a thing so early.

Out of respect for her and Re, I think it best that I stay clear of Serrah while I'm here. It is her time of mourning and that needs to be respected above all. It is Dumathoin's will.

There's weddings tomorrow, including Billy and Andrea's, and dinner with the Tanners, and yet I don't feel like celebrating...

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Journal entry 9/16/05



Dear Grandfather,

As you know, I'm here in Camber. Soon will start the Feast of Days, where much food and drink will be consumed, there will be joyous celebrations followed by weddings which are followed by more joyous celebrations. I find myself surrounded by friends other than my travelling companions, and that is good.

There are four weddings happening, each with their distinctive color:

Billie Tanner/Andrea Stryder…yellow
Zack Baker/Brianna Kalem…blue
Kaybin Briar/Esther Moonsilver…red
Zid Sarrendorenchar/Camomile Sarrendorenchar…green

We are primarily a part of Billie Tanner's wedding party, as we were closest to him, indicated by a yellow ribbon on our persons. I have received ribbons of the other colors, as it is near impossible to spend time in this town without getting to know most everybody in some fashion, especially with what we went through.

On occasion, talk turns back towards the siege and Micah. I always steer the conversation away, preferring to remember specific events that we can all enjoy. I do not wish to rehash my feelings regarding that whole thing again. I get all sorts of questions asked, specifically about the whereabouts of Sandrue. I miss him. Seems that siege cost me more than I'd like to admit.

I tarried too long reminiscing today. I wanted to head out to the Puffelweiss estate while Serrah was still in town, but missed my chance. I'm going to ask her mother if I may plant one of the enchanted acorns the Druids of Sylvanus gifted me near Re's grave. He was a good man. I wish to honor him accordingly.

The other acorn I have presented as a wedding gift to Billie and Andrea. Something that will be a lasting memory of their union, Berronar be praised. Something that their children can climb and play in, and in dire straits provide much needed wood.

Liadan returned with the news that she'll be taking part in the ceremony, filling in for Esther Moonsilver's family. There was much feasting, drinking and dancing to be had at the Tanner's party. Even though at home I'd been complimented on my dancing ability, I'm still not feeling up to it at the moment. I busied myself with some of the old-timers and youngsters alike, regaling them with the story of how we brought down the first giant, and Billie's participation. I don't think some of them believed Billie about the giant's club hanging over the mantle, but there were many appreciative looks after I'd finished the telling of it.

The ceremony was stirring and Liadan looked stunning in her scarlet gown. It's good to see reasons for joyous celebration, after all that's happened. A time for some new beginnings, indeed. Nekaya is acting a little squirrelly, following around one of the strangers in town. Seems there's been some concern. I haven't heard anything nor had the chance to really discuss anything with my companions in awhile. Phaele is patently avoiding an elder from her homeland, Halruua. I've sussed that she has no special love for her homeland, but not why. Hopefully her fiery disposition won't cause her any trouble.

I'm looking for an opportunity now to make my way to the Puffelweiss estate. I've discussed it with Telemnar, and my friend has agreed to help cover for me should anyone ask.

Wish me luck, Pepa.

 

[sniffles]

Thanks, Dan!! And for the record, I was not pressuring you, I was encouraging you!

 

[Devo]

Great job, both of you! I really appreciate your journals. You've done well!


D.

 

[sniffles]

New Beginnings and Dark Endings

It is difficult to speak now of the beginning of this part of our story, so dark is its ending. But I will try to tell it in the order in which it occurred.

Though it was hard to find privacy in which to discuss our own concerns amid the noisy festivities of the wedding parties, my friends and I managed to gather and speak of when and how we wished to depart from Camber. Many of us sought to slip away quietly before dawn, to avoid prolonged farewells. Though we have no specific reason to feel thus, we all have a sense of urgency in seeking more information about Covenant's quest.

But Rock did not wish to depart so secretively, and in any case he had arranged to plant the magical acorn for Billy and Andrea Tanner on the morning following their nuptials. At first he insisted that the rest of us go on ahead and he would catch us up at a later time, but we declined to be separated from him.

Most of us made our way to the Tanner house, our former home during our previous stay in Camber, to witness the planting of the oak tree that morning. It grew instantly to a great height and spread its welcome branches well over the small house, even extending one limb that would be perfectly suited for a swing. I hoped then that the good folk of Camber would never have need to cut this tree. Now perhaps it will not matter.

We rode away without as many difficulties as we had expected. Perhaps the townsfolk were all too engaged in their celebrations to concern themselves with our departure. Nekaya rode away from our party to meet with Pakkin at the appointed place, and spent some moments chastising him when she learned that the goblin had taken crops from a nearby farm. She took him back to the farmhouse, which was presently unoccupied, and left a silver piece to repay the farmers. A useless task, or so it now appears.

Our breakfast had taken longer than we intended, and we had not ridden any great distance from the town by the time midday arrived and we paused to permit Nekaya to make her prayers to Horus-Re. As we completed our light repast, Nekaya and Erim heard a sound like thunder in the distance. We all saw a red glow in the sky lying in the direction of the town. We were at once alarmed, recollecting Gadron's warning. We began to prepare to return even before we saw the brief flare of flames in the heavens.

We rode back to Camber as swiftly as our mounts could manage. Aratan outdistanced all of the other steeds and I was obliged to rein him in as we came within sight of the walls. Nekaya called upon Pakkin to ride to the opposite side of the town and see what he might. Then a group of townsfolk came rushing out from behind a boundary wall beside the road, shouting of fire, fog, demons, and something blocking the gate. We advised them to flee and rode onward.

As we came nearer we could see two walls of ice had appeared in a funnel-like formation before the gate, with a third wall between them forming a doorway. Several creatures stood in this doorway that at first resembled bearded Men, but on closer inspection I saw that they had tails. All of them bore long glaives. Through the gaps in the ice we saw what appeared to be many corpses. Phaele at once hurled a blast of fire at the ice wall, bursting it into a chill mist that hid the bodies from view.

Rock shouted out "Barbezu!", which is evidently the name of the creatures we met. Erim warned that the creatures themselves could not be harmed by fire or ice, but were vulnerable to silver weapons. I drew my bow and the two silver arrows I had acquired and fired upon one of them as they rushed us. Behind me Nikos hurled his darts in a flurry of flying steel, while Nekaya called upon Horus-Re to bless us, and Erim endowed us all with arcane haste.

Phaele tried out a bolt of lightning on these barbezu and found it injured them well enough. Rock's hammer sent one of them swiftly back to the plane from which it came. Two of the barbezu turned their attention toward Phaele, and I spurred Aratan toward them to defend her. Their armored hides were difficult to penetrate with my blades but I managed to slay one. I caught a glimpse of Rock and realized that he had gone into a rage, not the usual cold fury he shows in most battle but a hot blaze that might have melted the ice.

The field was filled with bursts of lightning, shouting, and cold mist. I kept Aratan whirling around the second devil and managed to avoid taking any wound myself, though Aratan was struck once and began to bleed profusely. All the wounds inflicted by the barbezu bled freely. More barbezu appeared suddenly, and someone called out that such creatures can summon more of their kindred if they choose. But we were determined to destroy them all.

Once Liadan and I had disposed of the second devil nearest Phaele, we turned on a third nearby. Then I saw that one of the creatures fighting with Rock had summoned up a dome of ice, entirely covering that area and hiding my friend from view.

Erim attempted to dispel the ice with his magecraft but failed. Phaele hurled a ball of fire at it, shattering a goodly portion of one wall. That part had evidently been weakened by a blow from within the structure. But the interior of the dome filled with mist, making it difficult to see what took place within. Just as Nikos destroyed the last of the barbezu, we saw something larger and bony in form appear within the ice dome.

I leaped down from my saddle and approached the broken structure. As I passed through the mist I felt a fearfull chill. Phaele hurled another bolt of lightning at the dome and it filled with steam as more ice was vaporized. The bony creature made a motion, and suddenly a swarm of shapeless small creatures appeared at its feet, attacking whatever lay nearest to them. I sliced at them furiously with my blades as I tried to make my way toward Rock, for my friend was covered in blood and appeared near to collapse.

A gust of wind from behind me cleared the mist and steam, revealing that the creature Rock battled appeared to be made entirely of bone and had a long tail with a poisonous stinger at the end. Liadan rushed into the area and bestowed Lathander's healing on Rock, who seemed oblivious of his woeful state. I heard a crash outside, which I soon learned was the sound of Pekuah's hooves striking the icy wall. Phaele called upon her 'thunder lance' to strike the bony monstrosity. Rock continued to rush at it in a frenzy, while Liadan followed him about, calling upon Lathander's mercy.

Abruptly the bone creature vanished, reappearing just behind where Nikos stood. Phaele turned her magical lance on it once again. Nikos also struck at it and was wounded in return. This I could only see in glimpses, for I was still occupied with eliminating all of its small minions. When I looked again the bone creature was gone. Rock smashed the last of its minions to pulp.

The field of combat fell eerily silent. Nekaya advised us that she had examined the bodies before the gate and found no survivors. As we stared at the scorched roof of the barracks, just visible over the wall, we saw a strange greenish mist rising above the remains of Camber.

 

[Zora]

Rock's Journal entry 10/14/05

Dear Grandfather,

It saddens me to recount the following events. Were it not for my anger and the smallest glimmer of hope I hold in my heart right now, I would probably fall to the sweet embrace of the earth and never get up.

But let me start at the beginning.

I finally managed to slip away during the festivities to plant the acorn by the Puffleweiss burial grounds. Serrah's mother was pleased at my suggestion and hurried me on my way.

After my return, I was enjoying the company of friends when Serrah approached me.

(the following is the email text for this encounter)

You have been back for a short time and are enjoying the company of friends once again. You turn around, and she is there. Serrah Puffleweis, dressed in black with but one splash of color -- a ribbon pinned to the left sleeve of her shirt.

You are surrounded by people, but no one seems to be paying you two the least bit of attention. You can hear her voice clearly when she speaks; it's as if all of the background noise just fades away.

She brushes lint that is not there off of her black skirt, as if to remind you of how she is dressed.

"I asked Stone about thi... the ring you gave me." Her hand has reached up towards her chest, as if reaching for a necklace or the top button of her black blouse, but she touches nothing. Her voice, almost wistful, continues. "He told me what it means. Among his people." She puts her hand down again, but doesn't really relax. "I can't say whether it means the same to you -- where you're from -- but I can say this: there is a time and a place for everything."

Serrah leans her head forward a bit and her tone turns serious. "That wasn't the time."

She leans back, arching an eyebrow at you slightly and cocking her head the smallest amount to one side. She gives you a brief moment to respond. You can sense, though, that she is about to turn and walk into the crowd.
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"Stone has the right of it. Our people have strong traditions and our customs change little from clan to clan, hearth to hearth."

He looks slightly downward so as to not meet her gaze.

"Mayhap he did not understand the FULL meaning behind my gift. That pair of matching rings were made for you and Re, as per my note. They were a way for me to work out my...feelings."

He pauses and hesitates before continuing, looking her directly in the eyes.

"They were my way of recognizing your bond. My way of showing the two of you that I honor your marriage, and would do nothing to come between such a sacred vow."

"Re made me promise to protect you. It seems I have not done that, for which I will be eternally ashamed."

"You say there is a time and place for everything. I thought so once, too."
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A sudden eruption of laughter over to one side causes Serrah to look away, interrupted. Or the sudden noise was simply an excuse to break contact.

She turns back. "I've had my share of failures, too. Maybe some day the time will come... when the hearts and walls of Camber are at peace again." Smiling ruefully, she says, "I hear you and your friends are leaving tomorrow. I hope you find what it is you are looking for. May your journey have purpose, and may you find fulfillment in your days."

Serrah hesitates for a brief second, looking down. She smiles weakly at Rock again, turning slowly before moving away.
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"Aye, may you find laughter and cheer in the coming days. My Pepa always told me 'tis harder to move through the days with a heavy heart.' It's a time of celebration for those starting new lives together. Though my journey be a solemn one, I have promised myself I would do these fine young couples the service of having fun, laughing, and enjoying the company of people I care about."

Turning slightly to the side, so as to give her a chance to escape with dignity, he raises a mug to his lips and says lightly: "They do look happy, don't they?"
(end interlude)

My heart was glad for that discussion with Serrah. Now there would be no confusion as to where I stand or how I feel.

The next morning, I performed a small ceremony to Billie and Andrea for the planting of the last acorn. After much debate amongst the rest of the family, we found the perfect spot for it. Upon growth, there was a perfect branch upon which to eventually put a swing for the children. It was perfect. Of course it would have to end…

I digress. After the short ceremony, we made our way out of Camber. I tossed another flask of dwarven ale to Stone with a note attached. The note said: "Protect them." I even signed it with my given name and title. Another omen, or is my mind playing tricks?

We'd only been out of the city for 2 hours travel time, if that. Nekaya and Erim heard a strange noise. Getting a better look, I could see an orange-red light in the sky back in the direction of Camber. Making all haste, we rode back towards the city and friends we had just left. We saw a couple of townsfolk on the way back, babbling things about fire, demons, and something blocking the gate.

As we came within sight of the walls of Camber, we could see walls of ice. Two walls were set an at angle and connected to the sides of the gate, acting as a funnel for anything that might approach. A third sat yards in front of the gate,
blocking site into the city itself.

This was planned out.

Actually remembering something of the drivel my father taught me, I recognized the creatures standing in front: Barbazu. Devils from one of the planes of Hell.

Why would creatures like this be in Camber? All I can think at that moment is finding Serrah, helping as many people as possible. I would've ridden straight through the creatures, had Erim not suggested holding a moment for him to cast his spell of Haste upon us. Knowing these were Barbazu, I figured we would need everything we could get. I drank my newly acquired drought of Bull's Strength, dismounted, and waited for that feeling that comes with being quickened.

That moment unfortunately gave them time to charge towards us, just after Phaele destroyed the ice wall in front of the gate. All that was left was a mist of steam from the meeting of fire and ice…

I quickly got myself into position, let the burning fire inside me take over as I stood to face 2 of them after destroying one with a single mighty blow to its rib cage.

At some point, a dome of ice appeared, surrounding myself and my two opponents. The devils howled with glee, thinking me at their mercy. I had to smile a little, for I believed that they were now trapped with ME.

I dispatched those two and struck a blow full-force onto the wall, destroying much of one side. At the same moment, I could sense something else in there with me. I was struck by something that appeared right beside me…a bone devil. He thought that was the end of me, but he was sadly mistaken. Phaele fired a bolt of lighting that struck the creature in
his upper torso and sheared off the upper half of the dome of ice. Unfortunately, this created more mist that made it difficult to see the creature.

So difficult, in fact, that I swung a few mighty blows at it that I swore would've connected, but most missed by just the smallest amount due to the mist. It was enough to cause the creature to summon some pestering allies and teleport away, however. I smashed a few of the creatures mindlessly, wanting to get them away from me to get into the city proper to
look for my Serrah. Liadan came up behind me a few times and blessed me with Lathander's healing. Normally, that would be enough for me to calm myself, but my rage was burning white-hot. It had to, otherwise I don't know what I would've done.

Nekaya exclaimed that there are a lot of bodies between the front gate and where the ice wall used to be…townsfolk just trying to escape…

There is a strange greenish mist rising above the town of Camber, yet I must go in. I will not rest until I've discovered the fates of these people I care about.

And if anything has happened to Serrah…Hell won't even be safe from me.

 

[sniffles]

Horrors Within the Walls

With the sounds of battle gone, all fell silent. The wall of ice to the west faded into nothingness - Erim told us that this was because the demons that had created it were now destroyed. Nekaya confirmed that none of the two dozen or so townsfolk that lay before the gates had survived. They had managed to slay two of the bearded devils before they fell, small consolation though this knowledge was to us.

As we began to move cautiously toward the gate, we saw that there were no bodies beyond it within our field of sight. Phaele warned us that the greenish cloud we saw hovering over the town was a type of spell called a 'cloudkill', though it seemed oddly streaked with black in a manner she did not recognize. We dared not breathe this green cloud, for it was poisonous. To our fortune it did not cover the entrance to the town. Then Rock hear the sound of metal striking on metal coming from the militia barracks and broke into a run.

As we raced into the barracks we were met by a startling sight: the dwarven defender Stone, who had always manned the walls so faithfully in his stolid manner, his unarmored form now pierced by many arrows and with a sword embedded full to the hilt in his side. It was obvious that he no longer lived, yet he still moved. Rock rushed forward to free his kinsman from this horrid unlife. Nikos added his many darts to the blows of my friend's hammer. Nekaya turned down another corridor and proceeded toward the muffled sounds of battle.


Phaele hurled a jet of flame at Stone as Liadan ran past me, calling out to me to aid Rock. But seeing that my friend did not need my assistance, I turned instead down the corridor to the right and followed Liadan and Nekaya. I am able to move more swiftly than Liadan in her heavy banded armor, and thus saw at once that Nekaya faced a crowd of the town militiamen, all of them now reduced to an undead state as was Stone. They had been attempting to climb over a table that had been overturned in the stairwell, but when Nekaya approached they turned to meet her. She called upon the power of Horus-Re and they cowered away from her.

I leapt forward and slashed one of these poor unfortunates to pieces with my longsword. I heard Nikos running down the hallway behind us, indicating to me that Rock must have sent Stone to the halls of his ancestors. Then Liadan cried out in the name of Lathander, commanding the undead things to be gone, and they all fell as one. When they lay still we saw that none of them bore any wound beyond the one man I had struck. Phaele speculated that the strange appearance of the 'cloudkill' might explain this: the spell had somehow been combined with another, one that turned those slain by the poison into unliving minions of evil.

It was silent again, the sounds of combat we had heard now gone. Nekaya called out but received no response. We clambered over the bodies and the overturned table and proceeded into Serrah Puffleweis's office. Many had fallen there, hacked to pieces but with little blood - they must have been transformed by the cloud before they fell. There was no sign of Commander Puffleweis herself, but Rock found a trail of blood leading up the stairway toward the barracks roof.

Rock rushed up onto the roof and found Serrah in the northest corner, breathing with difficulty. Liadan and Nekaya both called upon the healing mercies of their gods to aid Serrah, but they could not entirely remove the effects of the poisoned cloud. The captain was very weak. She advised us hoarsely that any other survivors would have retreated to the winter shelter beneath the town hall.

Nekaya reminded Rock of the tea leaves the druids of Silvanus had given him, and with Erim's magical aid he quickly brewed a restorative tea for Serrah to consume. Nikos and I scanned the town during this time and saw that there were in fact three or four of the greenish-black clouds hovering about. We also saw that one structure had been almost entirely destroyed, though I could not determine what building it had been.

Once Serrah had recovered somewhat, she told us that the attack had come quite abruptly, preceded by the appearance of a strange symbol in the air outside the gate. We then carried her down and out of the walls to where our horses awaited us. Rock placed her on his placid pony Spirit and insisted that she flee at once, but she refused to go until other survivors had been found within the walls. The little group we had met outside when we arrived appeared to surround her, their number having now increased to nine.

Liadan then suggested that perhaps the temple of Chauntea might have some potions to counter the effects of the poison cloud. Though we were reluctant to separate, we decided to divide ourselves into two groups that we might search the town more swiftly. Phaele, Nikos and Nekaya would seek the home of the wizard Olson, as Phaele knew that he kept anti-venom always in supply due to his fear of snakes. The rest of our number, myself included, would go to the temple. Once our searches were completed we would meet at the town hall.

As we hurried toward the temple we saw that one of the clouds was also moving in that direction. Phaele had already warned us that these clouds seemed to have an intelligence of sorts, being 'living' spells, or so it seemed. Erim created a magical disk on which Liadan could ride so she would not fall behind. We made all haste to the temple. In the courtyard we found yet another sight to turn the stomach of even the hardiest warrior: a young girl, whom we recognized as Missy Briar, lay dead and being devoured by one of the town's many roaming dogs. The dog too was no longer living, its stomach horribly bloated with the flesh it had consumed, wisps of green gas still flowing off its body.

The undead dog let out an eerie howl and charged us. Its cry brought the rest of our companions running to our aid. Nekaya and I both rushed to meet the bloated hound, while Nikos fired swift arrows at it and it fell. Then a great pack of other undead dogs appeared, summoned by the howl, and advanced on us in a hideous parody of life. Phaele summoned a wall of flames between us and the dogs. Some of the dogs attempted to leap through it, but within moments all of the terrible beasts had been consumed by fire.

Both groups broke into a run, my immediate companions and I hurrying into the temple to complete our task. Rock remained at the door to watch for the advancing cloud. Liadan quickly uncovered several potions and a wand that would aid us. She distributed these among us, handing three potions of lesser healing to me and one of slightly greater power. She also employed the wand to heal some of Rock's wounds, for he was still suffering from the effects of battling the demons.

While we gathered up these items at the temple, our other friends ran to the home of the younger wizard Olson. There they found to their dismay that his corpse had been pinned to the door of his own workshop by large arrows, which they suspected had come from the bow of the mysterious stranger called Wyrstalker who had arrived on the previous evening. Olson still grasped a magic wand in one hand, and another had fallen at his feet. Phaele took up these. Within his shop they found several vials of anti-venom, as well as a staff, a magical pouch, and Stone's dwarven armor, which was apparently in the process of being enchanted. Nikos wrapped up the armor with the intention of presenting it to Rock.

When they had taken what they could from Olson's workshop, they departed for the shop of the elder wizard, Master Sonnohm. In the street nearby they found one of the visitors to the town, a woman warrior who had been serving as bodyguard to the Halruuan elder. She had evidently been slain by magic. When they came to Sonnohm's tower they found that it was the destroyed building Nikos and I had seen from the barracks roof. Nothing remained but a box chained to the foundations, which gave Nikos a shock when he attempted to touch it. They left it and turned toward the town hall.

As my party made our way toward the town hall ourselves, we came upon two more of the strangers, the two rough warrior men from Amn. They had both been slain by arrows, it seemed, but the arrows had been removed. One man bore a look of extreme horror upon his face, while his companion had been burned in a manner the mages identified as electrical damage. Erim determined that a hammer and one man's breastplate were enchanted, so Liadan took up the hammer and flung the body onto Erim's magic disk beside her. As we continued our journey she set the magic disk to wobbling as she tried to remove the man's breastplate.

When we met our friends in the courtyard outside the town hall, Nikos handed Stone's armor to Rock. Phaele and Liadan distributed the vials of anti-venom and potions among our party, and we debated whether to swallow some of the potions now, for they were intended to prevent the effects of poison rather than to heal such effects. We noted that one of the clouds was approaching. Phaele remarked that she felt we should attempt to destroy it as soon as we could.

Then we heard a male voice speaking to someone named Mirrus. A female voice replied to him that "the signs point to it being here". Then the cloud dispersed, revealing a woman clad in dark armor - and just for a moment, the form of Elder Furnael of Halruua.