Strange Friends, Part I: Of Mountains & Molehills

Love, Love, Love

Hello boys, here's some good-ol' purple-eyed lovin' from pixieland.
When oh when are we gonna get to the entrance of the one character this epic adventure story is *really* about....?!!

I'm getting so bored of waiting here here, even the dwarf is starting to look interesting....
 

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Re: Love, Love, Love

Nota Pixie Insight said:
Hello boys, here's some good-ol' purple-eyed lovin' from pixieland.
When oh when are we gonna get to the entrance of the one character this epic adventure story is *really* about....?!!

I'm getting so bored of waiting here here, even the dwarf is starting to look interesting....

I have my last final tomorrow morning! I'll probably be through the second session in two updates, I have a rough draft down, but its well, rough.

So Nota Pixe Insight, keep "looking" and "listening" for the next one tomorrow or the next day.....the next day if I do end up going to see Spider Man.

C.I.D.

Oh, and btw for those of you who think I mispelled the name Cryonax unwittingly (I mean you Steve), you're wrong! CYronax is altered b/c I think it sounds better. My namesake was an NPC ice devil (variant elf subrace with a cold subtype) sorcerer/fighter who eventually became pretty important in my world's history.
 

Our wuddle baby done growed up (snif)

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Hooooooooorayyyyyyyyy! Cyronax is now an offical person living in the real world of jobs and taxes! Well done Cy, well done. Now go get yourself drunk, laid, infected, whatever your pleasure; then GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE AND GET ON WITH THE STORY!

Congrats again bud.

Aus
 

BUMP

Cy, it's been more than a week. You gonna let us know when you have time? I hate to see this thread on page 3. I want to read more "Fun With Gorbag Throwing Things" ;) Salthore, Pixie, gimmie some help here.

Oh, yeah: check your schedule for the 4th, I'll probably be back by then.

Aus
 

I recently discovered how tough it is to write a story-hour, so I have been patient, but it has been almost a month since we have gotten an update. So...

MORE MORE MORE PLEEEEESEE
 


Re: Come on come on come on!!!

Nota Pixie Insight said:
Mr. Cyronax'd better hurry up...getting antsy pantsy over here!

The scary thing about Nota Pixie Insight, is that she uses phrases like "antsy pantsy" in real world conversation. ;)

If I can force myself away from the wild times in ole "Hoodbridge" long enough to get to the third session Story Hour, you all will be quite familiar with Nota Pixie's charming way with words. The third session is when her character is introduced. So watch out!

Anyway, here's a short update. I won't promise to get further updates posted today (yeah right) or tomorrow (hopefully) or even next week (more likely), but be warned: despite my stop-go progress so far, this Story Hour will be long, long, and long. Not a threat, just a statement.

Muu-hahahaha,
C.I.D.

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Session II (Part I)

“Don’t worry about Gareth! We need to go after the last archer!” Li Hai snarled as he began to follow Kelec on to the second island.

Before following the Halthyte’s order, Gorbag, bent over and scooped up the unconscious form of the second swordsmen, and tossed it into the deep, held back marsh. Gorbag then retrieved his sword and followed after his two companions.

The trio quickly found the remaining archer. The solitary guard was hiding not far off the reed choked path on the second island, and after barely missing Kelec with surprise shot from hiding, tried to head deeper into the second island’s tall reeds. Kelec and Li Hai quickly wrestled the man to the ground, beat him unconscious, and then tied him up with some silk rope that Gareth had stowed in Gorbag’s backpack (6). For good measure, Li Hai ripped off a piece of cloth from the man’s clothes and gagged him with it.

With the last man subdued and hoisted over Gorbag’s shoulder, the three companions returned to the bridge to retrieve Gareth’s unconscious form. As Kelec further tended to Gareth’s wounds, Li Hai searched the battleground for any items of interest. Except for the fact that all four men were dressed in tabards from the Clover Trading Company, Li Hai found nothing of value on the men, save for a few gold pieces and two nearly full quivers of arrows.

The druid was able to better bind Gareth’s wounds, and soon he said that they could move him. Kelec made Gorbag carry the armored nobleman’s inert form along with their captive guard. Gorbag seemed happy to oblige.

Everyone but Li Hai was wounded, and after a quick debate, both Li Hai and Kelec agreed that they needed a place to rest. Kelec said that they shouldn’t travel too far, since they were all hurt, and suggested that they find some remote corner on one of the marsh islands to lay low for awhile.

After crossing on to a third island and then a fourth, Kelec finally found a suitably isolated patch of open ground off the beaten path. It was barely big enough for the party to all stand in at once, but Gorbag was able to flatten down some of the tall reeds, which he used as a bed for himself. Kelec put the unconscious archer and Gareth side by side in the center of the clearing.

Over the course of the next eight hours Kelec rested, healed himself, and then tended to Gareth and Gorbag as best he could. The dwarf was able to bring Gareth back to consciousness, at which point Li Hai made several snide comments about Gareth’s reckless charge into battle. Gareth did little to defend himself, and seemed ashamed of his poor performance.

The now grimy noble seemed truly miserable, and merely said, “I wasn’t trained for that type of fighting.”

As everyone was now feeling rested and up for further exploration, they decided that it was time to ungag their captive for questioning. Gareth wasn’t able to get much information out of him. The man seemed quite lucid and matter of fact, and despite an occasional head lock from Gorbag or threatened beating from the entire party, he seemed quite ready to die right then and there.

What they were able to glean from him was that the intricate bridge where they had fought him earlier was called the “Floodgate.” Its purpose as far as the party could discern, was to build up enough water to create a “vengeful reckoning” on the “cruel people of Cherry Knoll.”

The guard also said not a few times that even though he and his fellow guardsmen had been defeated, the destruction of Cherry Knoll was inevitable. This was the “Wise Master’s” will, and if the party progressed any further into the heart of the swamp, they too would be cleansed and enlightened by his virtuous leader.

The man seemed unable to relate why his master hated Cherry Knoll so much, and he likewise would give little description of him or his true power. In the words of their captive, “my Master’s weakness is his strength and you won’t find him caught unawares.”

Further questioning revealed a few more things about the man. It seemed that the man was indeed one of the guards who had been escorting the Clover Trade caravan at the beginning of the summer. The man talked like a religious zealot; like someone who had once lived in sin, but now had found purity.

He spoke harsh words about the filthy ways of Archaven. The hypocrisy and greed of the Church and its “thugs” the Stokan Knights, and would have gone on and on if Gareth hadn’t told Gorbag to knock him out.

After quietly listening to their captive, Kelec said, “He be charmed or brainwashed….I think. This “Wise Master” sounds pretty tough. I hope him and the “Bringer of Storms” aien’t the same guy.”

“Actually, if they are, that makes for one less enemy to deal with.” Gareth said.

“Aye I suppose,” Kelec, his brow furrowed, then said, “But if these idiots have been ensorcelled, we might not want to be using deadly force.”

Li Hai said, “Heh, I’m surprised you care dwarf. I don’t think we have the luxary of using kid gloves, no matter what the circumstances.”

Gareth added, “I agree with you Li Hai, but don’t forget that there was a rich daughter of one of the Clover Traders in that caravan. She’s worth a lot alive.”

Looking at Gareth disgust, Kelec said, “Do you always think with your purse like that, you prissy fancy boy?”

“A dwarf of all people is lecturing me about greed?” Gareth mocked, and continued to say, “Come now, you have to agree that we can’t hold back against people trying to kill us.”

The druid shot back, “First of all, I think most dwarves are even worse than you humans, so don’t lump me in with them again, you hear!? And second, I will only kill when necessary, now that we know that these people have been…..uh…tampered with.”

Kelec didn’t wait for the Mytherian to respond, and was already grabbing his gear and making his way through the tall reeds towards the path.

Gareth, speaking to the dwarf's back, "Heh....I was going to say......"How do you even know they're charmed," but I guess that's a stupid question."

Li Hai just shrugged at Gareth, readied his crossbow, and followed the dwarf through the reeds.

Gareth dragged Gorbag to his feet, helped the orc position the unconscious guard on the orc’s shoulder, and then followed after his companions.

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(6) Gareth, due to his mediocre strength, often had Gorbag carry his non-essential adventuring gear. The other party members, being even weaker than Gareth, soon mimicked this practice, and ever after Gorbag would be charged with carrying the party “kitty.”
 

Session II (Part II)

The September sun hung low to the west, and the party trudged through the muck, following the path that they could only assume led to the source whatever evil was at work in this dank swamp.

Kelec walked a few feet ahead of Gorbag and Gareth, while Li Hai brought up the rear.

They had been walking for about a half hour from the place they had rested earlier, and in that time, Kelec was able to discern that at least one group of men had passed along the muddy trail since they had hidden themselves after their battle at the bridge. The tracks indicated that the men had been dressed as the guards they had fought earlier, and luckily, the tracks led towards the gateway to the swamp. This meant that the Master would be caught “with his pants down,” as Kelec put it.

Even as twilight turned to night, the party continued their march through the marsh. The air grew cool, and visibility was still poor thanks to lingering swamp gas and the high swaying reeds. Crickets, frogs, and the sounds of other swamp vermin, helped make the night just as unpleasant as the day.

Over the course of the next hour, the four men had crossed over numerous islands. Rickety bridges, much simpler in design than the Floodgate, connected the islands, and it was generally an unambiguous trail. They went slowly, in part due to the muddy path, but also due to Kelec’s cautious guidance.

Only a few times did the path divide, but in those cases it was merely to send an unwary traveler to a dead end, often over a trapped, collapsing bridge. Kelec, a patient guide and skilled woodsman, was never fooled by such simple protective measures. The dwarf was even able to traverse a fairly large island where the path was not so clear. Numerous hidden, lethal mud holes dotted the island, but the dwarven druid was able to lead the party around these.

During their slow march, the captive guard had recovered enough from Gorbag’s punch to wake up and again proclaim the powers of his Master.

Having enough of the man’s ranting, Li Hai had Gorbag put the man down, and for the next few minutes, while Kelec and Gareth kept an eye on the trail, the Halthyte threatened and cajoled the guard to cooperate and tell them some real information or else they’d throw him into the swamp like they had his fellow guardsmen.

That threat seemed to scare the man enough to tell them about a secret cache of rations, fresh water, and weapons not far from where they were all standing. This peaked everyone’s interest, and so they followed the man’s directions to the cache, which he said was hidden in the cleft of a big rock on a new island.

To the south of the main trail, a small side path branched off, over a small bridge, towards a small island that had large rock jutting out of its center. High reeds surrounded the rock, and swayed in the dim moonlight.

The party bade Gorbag, bearing the captive guard in his arms in front of him, to make his way over the bridge as soon as Kelec had made sure that it was not trapped.

After the whole party had crossed to the new island and had walked only about ten feet into the high reeds, the trail ended with a wall of tall, uncut reeds blocking there path. The large rock at the center of the island was still more than thirty feet ahead of them.

“There’s not even a trail here you worthless slug!!” Kelec said to the prone guard.

As the companions started questioning their prisoner, Gareth began to draw his longsword. He had heard something.

Even as he was about to yell a warning, three monstrous buzzing insects with sharp, black stingers protruding from their bulbous yellow exoskeletons rose out of the tall reeds in front of them. The insects, which were even bigger than Kelec, looked like giant bees.

The sound of their “buzz” and their sudden appearance scared Gorbag, who immediately dropped to his knees in the muck. The orc squeezed the bound guard fearfully, and started to fumble with his sword.

Li Hai was already backing up, and aiming his crossbow.

Kelec dove into the reeds to his left, and raised his club, waiting to defend himself from an attack from above.

Gareth, his sword already out, also went towards the safety of the reeds even as he avoided an attack from one of the bees.

The fight between the bees was fairly quick. One bee had been done in by lucky strike from Gareth, while the other two bees were driven off by the rest of the party.

In the end, both Li Hai and Gorbag had been stung. Gorbag seemed unfazed by the bee’s dagger-sized stinger. He was able to shake off any ill effects from the poison, but Li Hai was not quite so lucky. The young Halthyte’s shoulder had gone numb, and Li Hai limbs seemed heavy.

Kelec bade Li Hai to strip off his shirt and for Gorbag to remove his chain shirt so that he could help stop the poison from having more of an effect on the two men. After a few moments of Kelec washing out each man’s wound and doing other ministrations, the dwarf said that he thought that both men would not suffer further effects from the poison.

Li Hai, his shoulders and neck were still horribly stiff, thanked Kelec and started to rub the throbbing wound.

The bound guard, who had directed the party to the giant bees’ nest, had gone unconscious from the force of Gorbag’s fearful “squeeze,” and despite Li Hai’s murderous intentions, Kelec convinced the Halthyte
to leave the man tied up, gagged, where he lay. The dwarf said that they could leave the man on the rock island, so that “he’d be out of my beard, and away from a place where any of his buddies could find him.”

Gareth added, “Heh, I like it. This way he can greet the bees when they return.”

Still rubbing his numbed shoulder silently, Li Hai merely kicked the guard solidly in the stomach, and then turned to leave.

As the party crossed the bridge, walking off the island, Kelec said, “I don’t care if that guard was charmed or just crazy. Leading us into that bees’ nest was downright mean.”

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The party had returned to the main path, which was crossing the largest island thus far, and they continued onward.

Gorbag, free from the burden of carrying the guard, seemed much more at ease in the slippery mud, and was now walking neck in neck with Kelec. The orcish warrior had been walking with his sword drawn since the party’s fight with the bees. Kelec cast an occasional annoyed glance at the eager orc, but was no doubt grateful for the orc’s readiness, as the party pushed through a narrow part of the trail only to come face to face with two armored guards.

Kelec and Gorbag were the only ones who were aware of the guards in that moment. The two guards, who the dwarf and orc clearly saw thanks to their darkvision, were initially surprised by the two men, and didn’t even begin to draw their weapons.

Kelec, despite all of his previous vigilance, was also a bit surprised, while Gorbag mutely raised his sword and lumbered towards the two guards.

As Gareth and Li Hai hastened around the corner after their two companions a moment later, both were amazed to see Gorbag standing over the crumpled bodies of the two guards, while Kelec stood there dumbly.

With looks of combined admiration, fear, and gratitude on their faces, Gorbag’s companions muttered their thanks even as they began to clear the bodies off of the trail.
 

Anticipation of a thing...

Have you heard the wise man say:
"The anticipation of a thing is often better than the acquisition of the thing."

What a load of chud. [read: we don't like waiting, we like reading!]

Good update Cy
 

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Felix said:
Have you heard the wise man say:
"The anticipation of a thing is often better than the acquisition of the thing."

What a load of chud. [read: we don't like waiting, we like reading!]

Good update Cy

As always, thanks for the kind words. I'll try to keep up my current pace of updates.

Also, as always, I'd love getting posts from the readers, so please post if you like the stuff. Post if don't to, but it'll do you little good, seeing as this campaign took took place last year......

baka baka,
C.I.D.

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Session II (Part 3)

Kelec, Gorbag, and Li Hai were nearly finished transferring what was left of the two guards’ corpses after Gorbag’s mighty cleave to a hiding place about ten feet off the trail, amid the concealment of the reeds.

While they were doing that, Gareth was trying to patch up the two Clover Trading Company tabards that they had just removed from the dead men. The noble had realized that they had not taken any from the guards they had already defeated, and he was beginning to think that he might be able to use the tabards as some sort of disguise. The tabards were worn, bloodied, and heavily damaged thanks to Gorbag, but Gareth thought that he had enough to work with.

After the bodies were disposed, Kelec bade the companions to help churn up the muddy ground so that the blood from the two guards wasn’t as noticeable. The dwarf seemed certain that this would help them go unnoticed for a bit longer.

Once all of these precautions were taken, the party started forward again, with Kelec and Gorbag still at the front. The night drew on and only a little bit of the waxing moon’s light shone through the hazy air of the marsh. Even with his keen vision, Kelec’s pace slowed even more than before, as he carefully watched the trail for any sign or danger. Gareth and Li Hai, though handicapped in the dim moonlight, followed Kelec’s advice against the lighting of torches. The dwarf said that he could guide them safely forward, though Gareth put two torches on his belt with his flint and steel in case of emergencies.

The dwarf’s vigilance paid off about a half an hour after they had started again. Just after they had crossed a shaky bridge on to a new island, the dwarf saw something jutting out of the mud several feet off the trail.
After he pushed through a few reeds, Kelec saw a “gargoylish” statue half-buried in the mud. It had broken wings and sharp talons. The statue’s fanged mouth was hollow, and had a small bird’s nest built in its orifice. The nest held three small, green-blue eggs, which Kelec knew had come from an unnamed species of red-winged blackbirds that were common in the mountainous regions to the west.

As the party gathered around the statue, Kelec inspected the statue and the muddy ground around it carefully, and after a few moments of consideration, started to push the mud away from the statue’s base all the while taking care not to disturb the bird’s nest.

Kelec’s digging was slow, but the dwarf cursed off any offers for help, and even batted away Gorbag’s attempt to simply lift the statue out of the muck.

After nearly ten minutes of work, Kelec found a small metal box, wrapped in velum lodged between the toes of the gargoyle statue. After inspecting it carefully and unwrapping the thick velum wrappings, Kelec opened the box and found two crystal vials filled with a bright blue translucent fluid.

As soon as the dwarf saw the blue potions, he let out a triumphant shout, and told the companions that these were most likely healing potions. He said that he’d seen some before, and that they usually had a blue color. He was certain that they’d been placed under the statue fairly recently. The other companions were heartened by the find, and Kelec said that they’d have a much better chance to tackle the “Wise Master” now.

Kelec placed the potions carefully in his belt pouch, and made sure to pad the pouch with some extra cloth.
He then rewrapped the metal box in velum, and placed it back between the gargoyle’s toes. The druid then reburied the statue, and attempted to hide any sign of their passage. It took a few extra minutes, but no one complained.

After Kelec’s valuable discovery, the party pushed on with greater determination, and decided to keep going through the night. They still lit no torches, content to follow the dwarven woodsmen’s lead.

Over the course of next half hour or so, the party made steady progress. They only stopped once to investigate another strange object jutting out of the muddy earth. The object looked like a large lump of rusted and pitted metal. Rusted pins, each about two fingers thick, extended through the back of the object. After a quick investigation, only Gareth had any reasonable guesses as to what it was. The noble seemed to think that it was the head of an ancient battering ram, and he posited that it might have been used during the fighting that went on here during the days of Radeem the Mad. No one had any better ideas, and at Kelec’s urging, they continued onward.

They hadn’t very far from the rusty battering ram, when they came to another bridge, which led on to a new island. They all crossed very carefully, and after only a hundred feet or so into this latest island, Gareth and Kelec were able to hear human voices somewhere up ahead.

The party moved off the path and quietly plotted their next move. After a few minutes of whispered debate, it was agreed that Kelec would relinquish both healing potions, and give one to Li Hai and the other to Gareth. Kelec didn’t like it, but both men were adamant, and so the dwarf finally relented. He ended that part of the debate by cursing Gareth and saying that the noble would probably need both potions in the end.

They argued a bit more about a battle plan for a foe they hadn’t even seen yet, and finally Li Hai offered to scout ahead and see what could be seen. Li Hai said that his lack of nightvision didn’t matter in this case, since he was betting that their foes were human, and thus would probably be using a light source of some kind anyway. After some resistance, mainly from Kelec, the party agreed that Li Hai would be the scout. Gorbag abstained as usual.

The Halthyte pulled his muddy black cloak around him and camouflaged his face and hair with mud, readied his light crossbow, and then crept along the path ahead. After he had moved about thirty feet away from his companions, Li Hai reached into a secret pocket in his tunic and pulled out a small brown horny toad. Li Hai delicately rubbed the amphibian’s head with his thumb, and then placed it on his left shoulder.

As he slinked forward, Li Hai was very quiet, the only sound he made, was a quiet warning to the toad, “Hold tight.”

The toad said nothing.
 

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