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Dr Midnight said:
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Dartan's back. But, he needs to change his name to Dartan the Godless Monkeywrench.
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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep- UPDATED 6/6
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Yes!
Dartan's back. But, he needs to change his name to Dartan the Godless Monkeywrench.
Dr Midnight
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Thanks- but the sad fact is that any story hour author can request mod powers to "prune" a thread. It's just temporary, and I knocked out some no-content posts from the old thread. I like reader comments, so I didn't edit that much.Richards said:
I only wield godlike power in this forum, though... I can't get into the moderator forum. Sigh.
Soon, Piratecat will take away my power, and I'll be mortal again, just like you folk. Till then, though... fear my wrath.
Dr Midnight
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LAST TIME: The Spellforge boys revealed that they had been traveling with Dartan "The Godless", the ex-party member who tried to have Jamison assassinated.
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The Knights stopped eating and listened with interest.
“We travel with Dartan and his two sons, Blaze and Nova. He misses you guys. I was hoping to keep it from coming up so quickly.”
“That’s perfectly all right,” Kizz said coolly as she cut a piece of dragon with her fork and knife. Where are they now?“
“We left them a mile back, on the trail to town, where they camped. Dartan didn’t seem to think it would be a good idea if he came up to the castle. Something about a threat from Vek.” Kizz nodded. Raelin was obviously waiting for her to say something. After a moment, he gave up and said “I could go and get him, if you’d like to see him again.”
“No, that’s all right. He hired an assassin to kill one of us.” Jamison looked visibly relieved to not have to face Dartan again.
Raelin’s face darkened. He’d been hoping to help make some peace, it seemed. “I understand, but still, he’s not a bad person. Just misguided. You know as well as I do that he’s a faithful ally… in the right party. There are worse things to travel with.”
The implication was plain, though Raelin didn’t look at Vek to say it. Kyler immediately interrupted by stomping his brother’s foot and saying “This steak is incredible. We’ve got to kill US one of these things some time.”
Raelin grumbled and agreed. The veiled insult dissipated as Jamison asked “So what have you been doing these days? You two have been adventuring longer than Kizz has… you must have a great number of tales to tell.”
“Well, Gregg, let me tell you about our last adventure. Ever hear of the Plane of Acheron, and the Iron Fortress of Zandikar?” The group shook their collective heads. “Well, the long and short of it is that a half-dragon named Imperagon wanted to rule the world, we killed him, so now he doesn’t.”
“Simple enough,” Jamison said.
“The thing that may interest you, though,” Raelin smiled. “Was when we defeated a one hundred foot tall iron monstrosity.” He put a piece of meat in his mouth and chewed. “It was a titan, Kizz.”
Kizzlorn looked up at him. “A titan? We’ve been discovering…”
“I know, Dartan told me. Titans, great monsters, being freed from their prisons and threatening doom. You fought one, if I remember, and Dartan says you turned it to stone within a matter of seconds. Good for you!”
“Thanks. What do you know about the plot to free the monsters?”
“We’ve fought four of them by now. The Iron Colossus was the most recent. Before that it was Lorrr, the fire-breathing ogre giant of legend. Before that, it was a creature made of ten thousand zombies, writhing together like mealworms in a glass jar. That one was disgusting, let me tell you.”
Jamison, Kizz, Oak, and Edge put their forks down at the mental image of a jar of writhing mealworms. They were no longer hungry. Vek, as usual, was not eating to begin with. Grumbar all the while kept happily shoveling food into his mouth.
“Sorry,” Raelin said. “The point is that something is releasing monsters upon the Oerth, and each is getting bigger and badder. We don’t really know what it means. We’ve been trailing whatever it is that’s freeing the beasts, but it’s always one step ahead. We were hoping you knew something and could share some information with us.”
Kizzlorn looked at Jamison. She couldn’t tell everything she knew without betraying the fact that Jamison Crow was still very much a resident of Spellforge Keep. Jamison looked back at her with a nervous glare. Somewhere, there, they understood each other. Kizzlorn would not mention Jamison’s last murders to her brothers. At least, not now- it wasn’t the time. Beyond that, though, the story of the Orb had to be told.
Jamison sighed and the illusion melted away from him. He and Kizzlorn told the two brothers about what Jamison knew of the Orb of Thuriaq and all he remembered. They left out everything involving the Spellforges and Kyla’s last redemption.
Raelin and Kyler eyed Jamison mistrustfully. They said nothing about how it was wrong to travel with a monster like Crow, but it was plain on their faces. “Well,” Raelin said finally. “You have memories trapped inside your head, and don’t know how to release them. Seems a trick a spellcaster should be able to solve, eh?”
“I can’t find any details on this memory spell I used,” Jamison confessed miserably. “It would seem that when I was evil, I possessed more power.”
“Evil lends power, but only leads to downfall,” Raelin said with a smile. “Let Pelor into your heart and you’ll never go astray. It sounds like you need to unlock those secrets in your mind. May I recommend something?”
“Certainly.”
“I know what could fix this. A Wish. Wish for your memory back, and you’ll have it.”
“Yeah. I can’t cast that spell. Again, evil me is more powerful me. I’m still perfecting the whole chain lightning thing.”
“You don’t need to be able to cast it… I happen to know how you could get a Wish.”
Horacio began clearing plates from the table. He had to do it by himself now, as Vek wasn’t done raising the help.
Jamison asked “How?”
“Ever hear of the ‘Challenge of Champions’? It’s a contest, out in Greyhawk. Sorta like the old King’s Games they used to run. Challenge of Champions is having its fifth annual contest this year, and the prize is one Wish. We were going to enter, but if you need that Wish, we’ll gladly stay out of it.”
Kizzlorn thought for a moment. “You know, that might be just the thing. Let’s do it. When is the contest?”
“A few days from now.”
Jamison asked “What’s involved?”
“No magic, no weapons, no items. Just four people wearing clothes, solving problems with their wits.”
Grumbar spat all over the table as he yelled “NO WEAPONS??”
“Uh… that’s right. A word to the wise, Jamison should stay out of the team for the contest.”
Kizzlorn raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
They cast Detect Magic on anyone entering the contest, to scan for contraband magic. They’d find his illusion, and ‘Gregg Flamebrow’ would be revealed for who he is. I understand you’re still wanted in Greyhawk, Mister Crow.”
“Ahh. Well.” Crestfallen, Jamison swirled his flagon of mead.
Kyler sat up straight in his seat, suddenly. “Kizz!”
Kizzlorn blinked at him, surprised at the outburst. “What?”
“Is Nanny here?”
Raelin’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah, where’s Nanny?”
Kizzlorn stood up. “He’s upstairs! C’mon, I’ll take you to him.”
They ran upstairs and the dutiful shield guardian was approached by the two young men. “NANNY!!!” They laughed and hugged their former nanny, bodyguard, playmate, and scapegoat.
“Ray-lin! Ky-ler!” Nanny’s big metal arms wrapped around them and picked them up. The scene was touching, until the Spellforge boys started signaling Kizzlorn to order Nanny to release them, because they couldn’t breathe.
MORE TO COME...
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The Knights stopped eating and listened with interest.
“We travel with Dartan and his two sons, Blaze and Nova. He misses you guys. I was hoping to keep it from coming up so quickly.”
“That’s perfectly all right,” Kizz said coolly as she cut a piece of dragon with her fork and knife. Where are they now?“
“We left them a mile back, on the trail to town, where they camped. Dartan didn’t seem to think it would be a good idea if he came up to the castle. Something about a threat from Vek.” Kizz nodded. Raelin was obviously waiting for her to say something. After a moment, he gave up and said “I could go and get him, if you’d like to see him again.”
“No, that’s all right. He hired an assassin to kill one of us.” Jamison looked visibly relieved to not have to face Dartan again.
Raelin’s face darkened. He’d been hoping to help make some peace, it seemed. “I understand, but still, he’s not a bad person. Just misguided. You know as well as I do that he’s a faithful ally… in the right party. There are worse things to travel with.”
The implication was plain, though Raelin didn’t look at Vek to say it. Kyler immediately interrupted by stomping his brother’s foot and saying “This steak is incredible. We’ve got to kill US one of these things some time.”
Raelin grumbled and agreed. The veiled insult dissipated as Jamison asked “So what have you been doing these days? You two have been adventuring longer than Kizz has… you must have a great number of tales to tell.”
“Well, Gregg, let me tell you about our last adventure. Ever hear of the Plane of Acheron, and the Iron Fortress of Zandikar?” The group shook their collective heads. “Well, the long and short of it is that a half-dragon named Imperagon wanted to rule the world, we killed him, so now he doesn’t.”
“Simple enough,” Jamison said.
“The thing that may interest you, though,” Raelin smiled. “Was when we defeated a one hundred foot tall iron monstrosity.” He put a piece of meat in his mouth and chewed. “It was a titan, Kizz.”
Kizzlorn looked up at him. “A titan? We’ve been discovering…”
“I know, Dartan told me. Titans, great monsters, being freed from their prisons and threatening doom. You fought one, if I remember, and Dartan says you turned it to stone within a matter of seconds. Good for you!”
“Thanks. What do you know about the plot to free the monsters?”
“We’ve fought four of them by now. The Iron Colossus was the most recent. Before that it was Lorrr, the fire-breathing ogre giant of legend. Before that, it was a creature made of ten thousand zombies, writhing together like mealworms in a glass jar. That one was disgusting, let me tell you.”
Jamison, Kizz, Oak, and Edge put their forks down at the mental image of a jar of writhing mealworms. They were no longer hungry. Vek, as usual, was not eating to begin with. Grumbar all the while kept happily shoveling food into his mouth.
“Sorry,” Raelin said. “The point is that something is releasing monsters upon the Oerth, and each is getting bigger and badder. We don’t really know what it means. We’ve been trailing whatever it is that’s freeing the beasts, but it’s always one step ahead. We were hoping you knew something and could share some information with us.”
Kizzlorn looked at Jamison. She couldn’t tell everything she knew without betraying the fact that Jamison Crow was still very much a resident of Spellforge Keep. Jamison looked back at her with a nervous glare. Somewhere, there, they understood each other. Kizzlorn would not mention Jamison’s last murders to her brothers. At least, not now- it wasn’t the time. Beyond that, though, the story of the Orb had to be told.
Jamison sighed and the illusion melted away from him. He and Kizzlorn told the two brothers about what Jamison knew of the Orb of Thuriaq and all he remembered. They left out everything involving the Spellforges and Kyla’s last redemption.
Raelin and Kyler eyed Jamison mistrustfully. They said nothing about how it was wrong to travel with a monster like Crow, but it was plain on their faces. “Well,” Raelin said finally. “You have memories trapped inside your head, and don’t know how to release them. Seems a trick a spellcaster should be able to solve, eh?”
“I can’t find any details on this memory spell I used,” Jamison confessed miserably. “It would seem that when I was evil, I possessed more power.”
“Evil lends power, but only leads to downfall,” Raelin said with a smile. “Let Pelor into your heart and you’ll never go astray. It sounds like you need to unlock those secrets in your mind. May I recommend something?”
“Certainly.”
“I know what could fix this. A Wish. Wish for your memory back, and you’ll have it.”
“Yeah. I can’t cast that spell. Again, evil me is more powerful me. I’m still perfecting the whole chain lightning thing.”
“You don’t need to be able to cast it… I happen to know how you could get a Wish.”
Horacio began clearing plates from the table. He had to do it by himself now, as Vek wasn’t done raising the help.
Jamison asked “How?”
“Ever hear of the ‘Challenge of Champions’? It’s a contest, out in Greyhawk. Sorta like the old King’s Games they used to run. Challenge of Champions is having its fifth annual contest this year, and the prize is one Wish. We were going to enter, but if you need that Wish, we’ll gladly stay out of it.”
Kizzlorn thought for a moment. “You know, that might be just the thing. Let’s do it. When is the contest?”
“A few days from now.”
Jamison asked “What’s involved?”
“No magic, no weapons, no items. Just four people wearing clothes, solving problems with their wits.”
Grumbar spat all over the table as he yelled “NO WEAPONS??”
“Uh… that’s right. A word to the wise, Jamison should stay out of the team for the contest.”
Kizzlorn raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
They cast Detect Magic on anyone entering the contest, to scan for contraband magic. They’d find his illusion, and ‘Gregg Flamebrow’ would be revealed for who he is. I understand you’re still wanted in Greyhawk, Mister Crow.”
“Ahh. Well.” Crestfallen, Jamison swirled his flagon of mead.
Kyler sat up straight in his seat, suddenly. “Kizz!”
Kizzlorn blinked at him, surprised at the outburst. “What?”
“Is Nanny here?”
Raelin’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah, where’s Nanny?”
Kizzlorn stood up. “He’s upstairs! C’mon, I’ll take you to him.”
They ran upstairs and the dutiful shield guardian was approached by the two young men. “NANNY!!!” They laughed and hugged their former nanny, bodyguard, playmate, and scapegoat.
“Ray-lin! Ky-ler!” Nanny’s big metal arms wrapped around them and picked them up. The scene was touching, until the Spellforge boys started signaling Kizzlorn to order Nanny to release them, because they couldn’t breathe.
MORE TO COME...
Breakstone
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Poor Jamison...
I once sprung some Challange of the Champions puzzles on my players... good luck Knights!
I once sprung some Challange of the Champions puzzles on my players... good luck Knights!
Neverwinter Knight
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LOL, Doc, LOL.Dr Midnight said:
Hm, actually, I had thought that our knights would be a good level to try Lord of the Iron Fortress, but then again, your own campaign is much more interesting.Dr Midnight said:
Yeah right, like they'd have a chance. In terms Vek vs. the Spellforge Boys, I'd give Vek three rounds to finish them off and put them with their aunt!Dr Midnight said:
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I don't know NW Knight. Raelin is a priest of Pelor, correct? Probably has the Sun domain and similar clerical power to Vek. It would all be about lucky saves and initiative.
Vek is affected by some of those High Level Sun domain spells and if Raelin is higher level, then a Greater Turning certainly wouldn't be good for Vek.
It would just depend on how Doc ran the Spellforge boys. Kizz would probably help her brother, unless they were very wrong. I still don't think she would kill her own blood.
Let's just hope that Vek and Jamison don't end up in a fight with the Spellforge boys. That would be devastating to the campaign IMO.
I don't know NW Knight. Raelin is a priest of Pelor, correct? Probably has the Sun domain and similar clerical power to Vek. It would all be about lucky saves and initiative.
Vek is affected by some of those High Level Sun domain spells and if Raelin is higher level, then a Greater Turning certainly wouldn't be good for Vek.
It would just depend on how Doc ran the Spellforge boys. Kizz would probably help her brother, unless they were very wrong. I still don't think she would kill her own blood.
Let's just hope that Vek and Jamison don't end up in a fight with the Spellforge boys. That would be devastating to the campaign IMO.
Neverwinter Knight
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I agree, Celtavian. I don't want them fighting as well, but I have come to believe that Vek's superior tactics can easily let him defeat foes that are beyond others of his CR. (NWK leaves a slime trail for all to see...)
The Spellforge Boys should be pretty tough, if they really did all they claimed to. The contest is about riddling anyway.
Just posted this, as I am a big fan of Dartan vs. Vek posts and the like. (and I usually side with my favourite lich)
The Spellforge Boys should be pretty tough, if they really did all they claimed to. The contest is about riddling anyway.
Just posted this, as I am a big fan of Dartan vs. Vek posts and the like.
(and I usually side with my favourite lich)
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Neverwinter Knight
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Don't think so. Metus is a really cool captain of the Kinghts of Wee-Jas.
Anyway, since Vek does tend to smell funny, I'd much rather observe from afar, from the citadel of Morrus, on the world of EN, through my 15" crystal ball, äh, I mean screen.
Besides, Celtavian is a much better name for Doc's story. Maybe Jameson's old boss, the creature that has never been named, could answer to it...
Anyway, since Vek does tend to smell funny, I'd much rather observe from afar, from the citadel of Morrus, on the world of EN, through my 15" crystal ball, äh, I mean screen.
Besides, Celtavian is a much better name for Doc's story. Maybe Jameson's old boss, the creature that has never been named, could answer to it...
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LOL...if it were any other name, I would not care. My username is from a character that is very dear to me. I would prefer that no one else use it in a story.
I am actually writing about the character right now in my own story thread. I know Doc would never use someone's name in his story unless they requested that he do so.
LOL...if it were any other name, I would not care. My username is from a character that is very dear to me. I would prefer that no one else use it in a story.
I am actually writing about the character right now in my own story thread. I know Doc would never use someone's name in his story unless they requested that he do so.
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