The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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With all of these flashback visits, I feel like I'm watching that game show "It's Your Life". perhaps we'll be graced with a visit from Dartan the Godless soon?
I can only imagine he's off scheming of ways to terminally 'off' the dispicable Jamison Crow
<btw: is Jo'nas played by the same person who played JC?>
I can only imagine he's off scheming of ways to terminally 'off' the dispicable Jamison Crow
<btw: is Jo'nas played by the same person who played JC?>
Dr Midnight
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Hey there... just in case written imagery wasn't enough, here's Vek as Jo'nas met him:
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I second that! GO DOC !!!
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LAST TIME:
Jo'nas took a trip to Spellforge Keep to retrieve some spell components, and had his first run-in with a very different Vek Mormont from the one we know.
Back in the dungeon complex beneath Uffatos Strath, the party were sitting about waiting in a side room for the adventure to reconvene. A flash of light, and two people are standing there. “HOW ARE YA, LASS?”
Something ran out of the light and wrapped Kizzlorn in a big grizzled hug. She was too astonished to react for a moment, then realized who it was. “Orthos! It’s you!”
“It’s me!” the dwarf laughed.
“What are you doing here? You’ve been on hiatus for so long, I thought you’d found something better to do.”
“Nahhh… you guys left me to babysit Jamison while you took care of affairs around Hommlet, and you didn’t come get me when you were done.”
Kizzlorn looked away. “I’m sorry, Orthos. It seemed with everything that was happening, we forgot just why you were there in the first place. So- why didn’t Jamison return as well?”
Orthos frowned. “Kid’s been actin’ weird lately. He keeps to himself in his room. Doesn’t talk much. Mopes and pouts. I think he’s upset about dying when last he adventured. He came back weaker less able, and this bothers him. He said he didn’t want to come back just yet. He’s not ready.”
Kizzlorn nodded. “He always seemed to lust for power more than glory, fame, and what’s right. I’m surprised he’s so down about what happened. Well… at any rate… Orthos, I’d like for you to meet the new party. These are Gryph, Grumbar, and Shade. You’ve met Jo’nas, of course… Everyone, this is Orthos Stonefist. He’s a good friend of mine who’s been with me since we were the ‘Foes of the Winter Wyrm’.” Orthos walked about giving a hearty hello and a handshake to everyone.
“Jo’nas, yes!” Orthos thundered. We had a talk before we left the Keep, and as it happens, we share passions for similar things. Faith, ale… and smiting wickedness.”
Jo’nas laughed. “Except in your case it’s that sour dwarven ale, not the good stuff.”
“Hey, watch it, afore I smash ye through the wall, longshanks!”
“Ahh, you couldn’t smash a wine glass. You know, the thin, dainty kind you sip vintage champagne from.” Jo’nas mimicked the action, with his pinky finger extended from the “glass”. Orthos roared with laughter.
Shade over to Gryph and whispered “Looks like they hit it right off, ‘ey?” Gryph nodded.
“Anyway, Kizz,” Orthos continued. “I may have to go back to the Keep to watch over James. He doesn’t seem ready to come back- but when he does, we’ll be here. As for now, what are we fightin’, and where’s the mead?”
“You don’t want to drink the mead around here,” Gryph said as he began letting Orthos in on the Jirrock attacks and poison mind control mead.”
“What does any of this have to do with the greater mission at hand, love?” Orthos asked. “Gorg… the dragon, and all that?”
“We don’t have any idea yet. We’re hoping when we find whoever this ‘E.’ person is, we’ll know where to go from there.”
“Are we ready, then?” Gryph turned into his frost giant form and walked to the large iron door at the north of the room. He began banging on it and yelling “Hey, I’m all alone in here, how about opening the door?” After a moment it became clear that no one was in the next room, and certainly no one was opening the door. He shrugged and tried to open it. It was locked, and locked hard. Gryph turned to the others with a confused look on his face. “The door’s warm.”
“Could this have anythin’ to do with it?” Shade walked over to a panel with four levers on it. All the levers were down. “I saw a giant pull these during the last battle, when we burst into this room. They could have locked the doors and secured the area somehow.”
Jo’nas said “It’s worth a shot. Can you push the levers back up?”
Shade strained against the lever. “Urrrrgh… no.”
Gryph walked over confidently and grabbed a lever. He pushed up with his giant’s strength, and only managed to bend the lever upward into a curve. “These are locked down, somehow.”
Shade stepped up with a wand. “Let me try somethin’.” He pointed the wand into the slots and said a word. “Enmaiatus.” A cough of smoke, and a curl of lightning. The smell of ozone was in the air. “How ‘bout now?”
Gryph tried and failed. “Nothing.”
Shade fired a few more blasts of lightning into the lever panel, then used a different wand to fill the red-hot metal slots with greenish acid. The sounds of hissing sizzled out at them from the slot, and the mass of metal workings behind the panel effectively fused together. “Did that do it?”
Kizzlorn made a face. “Exactly what were you trying to do?”
He shrugged. “Fix it, I guess… make it break so we could unlock the doors.”
Gryph sighed. “Oh, for the love of Pelor. Here.” He walked up to the north door and yanked on it- hard. The door was now almost hot to the touch- and to a frost giant, this can be unnerving. His giant muscles stood out in corded knots on his arms. CLUNG! The door opened. The thick iron door had broken iron bars through its center- the levers had apparently shot the bolts through the door, locking it in place. A wave of heat washed up at Gryph, and he staggered back. “What the…”
Then they saw. The floor beyond the door was warped for thirty feet, and giving off incredible heat. “Some kinda trap,” Shade observed. “I don’t think it’s supposed to get that hot, though… I mean, it’s ruining the floor.” As he said that, a piece of the iron plate on the floor cracked. The metal was expanding too much, too quickly. “I think I broke it,” Shade said, looking guiltily at his wand of lightning. “And not in the good way.”
More to come...
Jo'nas took a trip to Spellforge Keep to retrieve some spell components, and had his first run-in with a very different Vek Mormont from the one we know.
Back in the dungeon complex beneath Uffatos Strath, the party were sitting about waiting in a side room for the adventure to reconvene. A flash of light, and two people are standing there. “HOW ARE YA, LASS?”
Something ran out of the light and wrapped Kizzlorn in a big grizzled hug. She was too astonished to react for a moment, then realized who it was. “Orthos! It’s you!”
“It’s me!” the dwarf laughed.
“What are you doing here? You’ve been on hiatus for so long, I thought you’d found something better to do.”
“Nahhh… you guys left me to babysit Jamison while you took care of affairs around Hommlet, and you didn’t come get me when you were done.”
Kizzlorn looked away. “I’m sorry, Orthos. It seemed with everything that was happening, we forgot just why you were there in the first place. So- why didn’t Jamison return as well?”
Orthos frowned. “Kid’s been actin’ weird lately. He keeps to himself in his room. Doesn’t talk much. Mopes and pouts. I think he’s upset about dying when last he adventured. He came back weaker less able, and this bothers him. He said he didn’t want to come back just yet. He’s not ready.”
Kizzlorn nodded. “He always seemed to lust for power more than glory, fame, and what’s right. I’m surprised he’s so down about what happened. Well… at any rate… Orthos, I’d like for you to meet the new party. These are Gryph, Grumbar, and Shade. You’ve met Jo’nas, of course… Everyone, this is Orthos Stonefist. He’s a good friend of mine who’s been with me since we were the ‘Foes of the Winter Wyrm’.” Orthos walked about giving a hearty hello and a handshake to everyone.
“Jo’nas, yes!” Orthos thundered. We had a talk before we left the Keep, and as it happens, we share passions for similar things. Faith, ale… and smiting wickedness.”
Jo’nas laughed. “Except in your case it’s that sour dwarven ale, not the good stuff.”
“Hey, watch it, afore I smash ye through the wall, longshanks!”
“Ahh, you couldn’t smash a wine glass. You know, the thin, dainty kind you sip vintage champagne from.” Jo’nas mimicked the action, with his pinky finger extended from the “glass”. Orthos roared with laughter.
Shade over to Gryph and whispered “Looks like they hit it right off, ‘ey?” Gryph nodded.
“Anyway, Kizz,” Orthos continued. “I may have to go back to the Keep to watch over James. He doesn’t seem ready to come back- but when he does, we’ll be here. As for now, what are we fightin’, and where’s the mead?”
“You don’t want to drink the mead around here,” Gryph said as he began letting Orthos in on the Jirrock attacks and poison mind control mead.”
“What does any of this have to do with the greater mission at hand, love?” Orthos asked. “Gorg… the dragon, and all that?”
“We don’t have any idea yet. We’re hoping when we find whoever this ‘E.’ person is, we’ll know where to go from there.”
“Are we ready, then?” Gryph turned into his frost giant form and walked to the large iron door at the north of the room. He began banging on it and yelling “Hey, I’m all alone in here, how about opening the door?” After a moment it became clear that no one was in the next room, and certainly no one was opening the door. He shrugged and tried to open it. It was locked, and locked hard. Gryph turned to the others with a confused look on his face. “The door’s warm.”
“Could this have anythin’ to do with it?” Shade walked over to a panel with four levers on it. All the levers were down. “I saw a giant pull these during the last battle, when we burst into this room. They could have locked the doors and secured the area somehow.”
Jo’nas said “It’s worth a shot. Can you push the levers back up?”
Shade strained against the lever. “Urrrrgh… no.”
Gryph walked over confidently and grabbed a lever. He pushed up with his giant’s strength, and only managed to bend the lever upward into a curve. “These are locked down, somehow.”
Shade stepped up with a wand. “Let me try somethin’.” He pointed the wand into the slots and said a word. “Enmaiatus.” A cough of smoke, and a curl of lightning. The smell of ozone was in the air. “How ‘bout now?”
Gryph tried and failed. “Nothing.”
Shade fired a few more blasts of lightning into the lever panel, then used a different wand to fill the red-hot metal slots with greenish acid. The sounds of hissing sizzled out at them from the slot, and the mass of metal workings behind the panel effectively fused together. “Did that do it?”
Kizzlorn made a face. “Exactly what were you trying to do?”
He shrugged. “Fix it, I guess… make it break so we could unlock the doors.”
Gryph sighed. “Oh, for the love of Pelor. Here.” He walked up to the north door and yanked on it- hard. The door was now almost hot to the touch- and to a frost giant, this can be unnerving. His giant muscles stood out in corded knots on his arms. CLUNG! The door opened. The thick iron door had broken iron bars through its center- the levers had apparently shot the bolts through the door, locking it in place. A wave of heat washed up at Gryph, and he staggered back. “What the…”
Then they saw. The floor beyond the door was warped for thirty feet, and giving off incredible heat. “Some kinda trap,” Shade observed. “I don’t think it’s supposed to get that hot, though… I mean, it’s ruining the floor.” As he said that, a piece of the iron plate on the floor cracked. The metal was expanding too much, too quickly. “I think I broke it,” Shade said, looking guiltily at his wand of lightning. “And not in the good way.”
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