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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Kizzlorn sat and listened as Jamison told his story. Vek sat nearby and watched them both. Every once in a while her hands would twitch and Vek felt sure she was about to blast him from the face of the planet… but she never did.
He told her everything, and cried through most of the telling. At the end, he sat there and waited to be killed; expecting it, deserving it… only waiting for it.
Kizzlorn stared at him for a full minute and her eyes burned him. He felt like he was being crushed under an avalanche with that gaze. She finally said “You are unforgiven,” She got up. “…and you are dead to me.” She walked out.
Vek waited until Jamison calmed himself, then attempted to soothe him. “Easy. She’s upset. Emotions run hot when you’ve got blood in your veins. Give her some time, I’m sure she’ll see that one can’t be blamed for his actions when he’s under the control of an evil artifact. Now- what can you tell me about that orb?”
“The… orb? I don’t know. I wiped out all memory of what it did or where it was, and my time in the mirror only added to that effect.”
Vek thought. “What was this memory loss spell you cast on yourself?”
“Can you believe I don’t remember?”
“Well, maybe you should get about finding out what that spell was. So you don’t have any idea of where that orb might be?”
“No.”
Vek tried something else. “If you had the orb now, where would you hide it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Hmm…” This was going nowhere. “Jamison, you really have to rethink just walking up to things and touching them. This is unacceptable and no matter how you justify it, an indeterminate number of people are dead as a result of your childish carelessness.”
“I thought you worshiped the goddess of death.”
“Don’t challenge me with theology, Crow. I know what I believe. I know you stand against it every time you take the fate of Greyhawk in your hands just to sate your curiosity.”
Jamison pouted and looked at the floor. “I haven’t even done that recently.”
“Oh? Banging the gong that one time and releasing the ocean titan, was that so long ago?”
“That… that was harmless fun! I… and anyway, the titan was easily defeated.”
“It might not have been. It might have killed us and then waded its way across our world. You didn’t know.”
“You’re right.” He sighed. “I need to get out of this castle for a time.”
“That’s a good idea… I didn’t like the way Kizz’s hands were twitching.”
“I noticed that too. I’ll go to Greyhawk and try to find that memory spell. I’ll take a week away from the Keep… give her some time.”
“Good idea.” Vek got up and walked away. He passed the kitchen and heard the sound of muffled sniffling and chewing. He opened the door and felt like he’d walked in on a battle scene. Pie plates, roast pans, soup bowls, dessert cups, cake tins, and cookies sheets lay on the counter. Sobbing came from a large wooden walk-in pantry. Vek opened the door to find Grumbar sitting on the floor, eating pickles and baking ingredients, alternately, by the handful. Grumbar ate when he was sad, and the recent events had distressed him greatly. What with the despair of almost dying the other day and now finding that two of his favorite people hated each other, he’d eaten almost everything in the kitchen.
“Grumbar? Are you all right?” The half-orc nodded and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Want to come out of the pantry?” Grumbar shook his head.
Behind him, a gasp. The castle’s chef was a pleasant man named Horacio, who was now storming in to his kitchen with disbelief on his face. “What… WHAT EES THEES?!”
Vek said “Grumbar wanted a snack.”
“The half-orc, he has destroyed my keetchen! Everything ees ruined! My flan cups! My soufflé pan! LOOK, HE EATS FEESTFULS OF FLOUR FROM THE SACK!!!”
Vek looked down and saw that Horacio was right… Grumbar was indeed eating flour straight out of the sack. “Um… Grumbar. How’d you like to go on a vacation?”
The half-orc turned his sad tear and flour-stained face up. “Hmm?”
“Jamison is going to Greyhawk for a WHOLE WEEK. How’d you like to go with him?”
Grumbar considered, then spoke through pouty lips. “Okay.”
“Okay then. Go clean up, he’ll be leaving soon.” Vek watched the half-orc plod out of the room, then left the furious chef to the task of picking up everything in the kitchen. “Sir Vek Mormont, lich cleric of Wee Jas and den mother to a houseful of children,” he said wearily to himself as he opened the door to his dungeon and began walking down the stairs. “Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of the grave.”
MORE TO COME…
He told her everything, and cried through most of the telling. At the end, he sat there and waited to be killed; expecting it, deserving it… only waiting for it.
Kizzlorn stared at him for a full minute and her eyes burned him. He felt like he was being crushed under an avalanche with that gaze. She finally said “You are unforgiven,” She got up. “…and you are dead to me.” She walked out.
Vek waited until Jamison calmed himself, then attempted to soothe him. “Easy. She’s upset. Emotions run hot when you’ve got blood in your veins. Give her some time, I’m sure she’ll see that one can’t be blamed for his actions when he’s under the control of an evil artifact. Now- what can you tell me about that orb?”
“The… orb? I don’t know. I wiped out all memory of what it did or where it was, and my time in the mirror only added to that effect.”
Vek thought. “What was this memory loss spell you cast on yourself?”
“Can you believe I don’t remember?”
“Well, maybe you should get about finding out what that spell was. So you don’t have any idea of where that orb might be?”
“No.”
Vek tried something else. “If you had the orb now, where would you hide it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Hmm…” This was going nowhere. “Jamison, you really have to rethink just walking up to things and touching them. This is unacceptable and no matter how you justify it, an indeterminate number of people are dead as a result of your childish carelessness.”
“I thought you worshiped the goddess of death.”
“Don’t challenge me with theology, Crow. I know what I believe. I know you stand against it every time you take the fate of Greyhawk in your hands just to sate your curiosity.”
Jamison pouted and looked at the floor. “I haven’t even done that recently.”
“Oh? Banging the gong that one time and releasing the ocean titan, was that so long ago?”
“That… that was harmless fun! I… and anyway, the titan was easily defeated.”
“It might not have been. It might have killed us and then waded its way across our world. You didn’t know.”
“You’re right.” He sighed. “I need to get out of this castle for a time.”
“That’s a good idea… I didn’t like the way Kizz’s hands were twitching.”
“I noticed that too. I’ll go to Greyhawk and try to find that memory spell. I’ll take a week away from the Keep… give her some time.”
“Good idea.” Vek got up and walked away. He passed the kitchen and heard the sound of muffled sniffling and chewing. He opened the door and felt like he’d walked in on a battle scene. Pie plates, roast pans, soup bowls, dessert cups, cake tins, and cookies sheets lay on the counter. Sobbing came from a large wooden walk-in pantry. Vek opened the door to find Grumbar sitting on the floor, eating pickles and baking ingredients, alternately, by the handful. Grumbar ate when he was sad, and the recent events had distressed him greatly. What with the despair of almost dying the other day and now finding that two of his favorite people hated each other, he’d eaten almost everything in the kitchen.
“Grumbar? Are you all right?” The half-orc nodded and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Want to come out of the pantry?” Grumbar shook his head.
Behind him, a gasp. The castle’s chef was a pleasant man named Horacio, who was now storming in to his kitchen with disbelief on his face. “What… WHAT EES THEES?!”
Vek said “Grumbar wanted a snack.”
“The half-orc, he has destroyed my keetchen! Everything ees ruined! My flan cups! My soufflé pan! LOOK, HE EATS FEESTFULS OF FLOUR FROM THE SACK!!!”
Vek looked down and saw that Horacio was right… Grumbar was indeed eating flour straight out of the sack. “Um… Grumbar. How’d you like to go on a vacation?”
The half-orc turned his sad tear and flour-stained face up. “Hmm?”
“Jamison is going to Greyhawk for a WHOLE WEEK. How’d you like to go with him?”
Grumbar considered, then spoke through pouty lips. “Okay.”
“Okay then. Go clean up, he’ll be leaving soon.” Vek watched the half-orc plod out of the room, then left the furious chef to the task of picking up everything in the kitchen. “Sir Vek Mormont, lich cleric of Wee Jas and den mother to a houseful of children,” he said wearily to himself as he opened the door to his dungeon and began walking down the stairs. “Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of the grave.”
MORE TO COME…
Alright, time ta lay down the smack . . .
Firstly, I been meanin' ta launch inta this ferever now, Jamison is a freakin' nutjob. Now I know Vek says ya can't blame someone who ain't in control of their mental faculties and all that, but if you drink and drive and wipe someone out, yer guilty even if ya wuzn't in yer right mind. If yer knowingly plays with evil toys and get possessed by them, it is still yer fault fer playin' with 'em in the first place. So don't go tryin' ta make him inta a sympathetic character or anythin' cuz long and the short of it, it was his fault. (don't gimme that 8 wisdom nonsense either, even a freakin' infant knows better than ta grab a campfire more than once)
No way I am ever gonna believe that Jamison could take out all them characters when they were already plenty buffed up to take a whack at the dragon. Now I understand it was part of the story and all but JEEZ yer killin' me here.
Vek would obliterate Dartan. Give it up people. Frankly he ain't even the Dartan we all knew and loved anymore anyhow. He became a sad, bitter, twisted, pathetic shell. Not the ultimate survivor who weathered every situation with unflappable courage.
There now that I have gotten all that off my chest, I still gotta say yer doin' a bang up job Doc, keep it comin'. And did anyone else just git a case of the screamin' gimme's when they read about all that dragon loot just sittin' there unguarded? (not to mention the dead characters stuff)
Anyhow, Doc you rock, write more stuff.
-Immort
p.s. git the poor half-orc some boots of striding and springing, maybe he will actually be able to git inta the combats 'fore they are over
Firstly, I been meanin' ta launch inta this ferever now, Jamison is a freakin' nutjob. Now I know Vek says ya can't blame someone who ain't in control of their mental faculties and all that, but if you drink and drive and wipe someone out, yer guilty even if ya wuzn't in yer right mind. If yer knowingly plays with evil toys and get possessed by them, it is still yer fault fer playin' with 'em in the first place. So don't go tryin' ta make him inta a sympathetic character or anythin' cuz long and the short of it, it was his fault. (don't gimme that 8 wisdom nonsense either, even a freakin' infant knows better than ta grab a campfire more than once)
No way I am ever gonna believe that Jamison could take out all them characters when they were already plenty buffed up to take a whack at the dragon. Now I understand it was part of the story and all but JEEZ yer killin' me here.
Vek would obliterate Dartan. Give it up people. Frankly he ain't even the Dartan we all knew and loved anymore anyhow. He became a sad, bitter, twisted, pathetic shell. Not the ultimate survivor who weathered every situation with unflappable courage.
There now that I have gotten all that off my chest, I still gotta say yer doin' a bang up job Doc, keep it comin'. And did anyone else just git a case of the screamin' gimme's when they read about all that dragon loot just sittin' there unguarded? (not to mention the dead characters stuff)
Anyhow, Doc you rock, write more stuff.
-Immort
p.s. git the poor half-orc some boots of striding and springing, maybe he will actually be able to git inta the combats 'fore they are over
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Even I have to laugh at some of those lines.
"Emotions run hot when you’ve got blood in your veins." Normally a misprint for a normal person, classic line for undead lich Vek.
“Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of the grave.” ROFL. This was just too funny.
Doc, you must really enjoy writing dialogue for Vek. Do you come up with it all yourself or does Wee Jas throw some ideas your way?
Poor Kizzlorn. She is a kinder person than I. Jamison should be dead but he isn't.
One thing that always puzzled me. Why didn't Dartan detect evil on the demonstone? My Paladin detected evil constantly on magic items and magical auras throughout the RttToEE module.
We destroyed that demonstone shortly after we found. We crushed it to pieces. Kind of surprised Dartan didn't do the same thing.
Even I have to laugh at some of those lines.
"Emotions run hot when you’ve got blood in your veins." Normally a misprint for a normal person, classic line for undead lich Vek.
“Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of the grave.” ROFL. This was just too funny.
Doc, you must really enjoy writing dialogue for Vek. Do you come up with it all yourself or does Wee Jas throw some ideas your way?
Poor Kizzlorn. She is a kinder person than I. Jamison should be dead but he isn't.
One thing that always puzzled me. Why didn't Dartan detect evil on the demonstone? My Paladin detected evil constantly on magic items and magical auras throughout the RttToEE module.
We destroyed that demonstone shortly after we found. We crushed it to pieces. Kind of surprised Dartan didn't do the same thing.
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