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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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SESSION 45
Moonday, 17th of Patchwall
WAIT, THAT WAS THE KING?
The air shimmered over the drawbridge, and Jo’nas Redlong formed from nothing. He looked up at the castle and was impressed. “So, this is Spellforge Keep.” He’d never been here, of course… he’d joined the group in the field, and hadn’t been with them for a return trip to the place they called home.
It was a large and imposing castle. Mist bubbled up from the moat, as if from hot springs beneath the land. He marveled again at the wonders Fharlhanghn showed him when he traveled. He walked inside. There, from the shadows, two guardsmen crossed spears before him. “Halt and state your business,” one said. Jo’nas’ eyebrows raised.
He hadn’t been told that there would be soldiers guarding the keep… Kizzlorn had only said to walk straight in and up to the second level, find a dwarf named Orthos, and ask where the diamonds were kept. With the resurrection spells the group had been doing, they needed the valuable diamonds badly. Jo’nas had volunteered to make a brief trip to fetch some from the Keep. Now what? He shrugged and did as he always did… he adapted to the situation. “I am Jo’nas Redlong. Kizzlorn Spellforge has bid me come to the castle and fetch components for spells.”
A soldier wearing badges and polished armor stepped forward to greet the traveler. “Kizzlorn Spellforge sent you, you say? Do you have any proof?”
“Uh… no. I was told to come and ask an Orthos Stonefist to help me take several diamonds from…”
“Diamonds?” The man eyed Jo’nas warily.
“For spells! To bring the dead to life, you need a diamond of significant worth to use as a component. Who are you? I wasn’t told there would be soldiers here at the castle.” This was not going well.
One of the soldiers asked “Should we shackle him and put him in the dungeon, captain?”
The man glared at Jo’nas for a moment with hard ice-blue eyes. He nodded. “Yes. He may not be a thief, but this bears investigating. We’ll have the master question him when he arises from his studies.”
Then, from farther inside the castle: “No need, I am here. Stand down Captain Metus.”
The dutiful captain bowed and stood aside. “As you wish, my lord.” He left to go about his duties. Jo’nas sighed relief and let his eyes adjust to the darkness inside the castle so that he might see who had freed him.
The slow, soft scuffle of footsteps sloughed evenly toward him, and a shape that looked to be a cowled man’s silhouette loomed in the shadow. The light of the outdoor sun crept up the figure as it stepped closer, and Jo’nas saw that it was a gaunt man clothed- no, wrapped- in tattered black cloth. The fabric covered almost everything; legs, arms, torso, hands, feet… but not the face. The face was covered with a black lacquer mask in the stylized shape of a human face. The voice was like the creaking of an old leather book being opened. “You say you come from Kizzlorn Spellforge?”
“Uh… yes. I’m sorry, I wasn’t told about any of this.”
“You weren’t told because Kizz didn’t know. The men you met are but three of the army I command. I only took them on yesterday, so of course Kizzlorn could not have known. I am Sir Vek Mormont.” He extended a black-wrapped hand, and Jo’nas shook it.
“Jo’nas Redlong,” the cleric said before noting the thin, bony nature of Vek’s hand. He withdrew his hand with polite alarm, and hoped it didn’t show on his face. He felt the eyes behind the mask watching him, crawling over him like grave worms. He could have sworn he felt a smile there. What was this Vek? And why would a nice young woman like Kizzlorn leave him to guard her castle? “I’ve been traveling with Miss Spellforge for the last two days.”
“Yes… since the battle with Hedrack. A good number of us died. Myself included. Who is in the group now? I haven’t heard any news since being disintegrated.”
Jo’nas blinked. Could you be resurrected from a disintegration? He’d never heard of anything like that… he ignored it for now and answered the question. “I believe the people you haven’t met are Grumbar: a stout half orc warrior, Shade: a quick young swordsman, Gryph: a shapeshifter of tremendous power, and myself. I’m a cleric of Fharlanghn.” He brought the masked man up to date on the happenings of the last two days.
Vek thought for a moment. “Interesting. When I left the party, were were almost entirely composed of spellcasters. Good for Kizzlorn: she recruited some muscle.”
“Have you left the party? Kizzlorn has spoken of you. She wonders if you’ll return.”
The frail-looking masked mummy chuckled. “Does she miss having me around? I don’t believe she ever found my company to be entirely palatable.” Jo’nas watched him, unsure of whether that was a joke or not. Vek nodded. “I simply have a handful of matters to attend to, before I do anything else.”
“What’s that?”
“First, I collected my army. It’s small, yet, but growing. I have fifty men devoted to my cause. Secondly, I must find a number of items. I lost my shield, armor, and everything I had with me when I died. Third, and lastly, I intend to take my own little adventuring party up north, where I will destroy a certain white dragon. Then, yes… I shall return.”
More to come...
Moonday, 17th of Patchwall
WAIT, THAT WAS THE KING?
The air shimmered over the drawbridge, and Jo’nas Redlong formed from nothing. He looked up at the castle and was impressed. “So, this is Spellforge Keep.” He’d never been here, of course… he’d joined the group in the field, and hadn’t been with them for a return trip to the place they called home.
It was a large and imposing castle. Mist bubbled up from the moat, as if from hot springs beneath the land. He marveled again at the wonders Fharlhanghn showed him when he traveled. He walked inside. There, from the shadows, two guardsmen crossed spears before him. “Halt and state your business,” one said. Jo’nas’ eyebrows raised.
He hadn’t been told that there would be soldiers guarding the keep… Kizzlorn had only said to walk straight in and up to the second level, find a dwarf named Orthos, and ask where the diamonds were kept. With the resurrection spells the group had been doing, they needed the valuable diamonds badly. Jo’nas had volunteered to make a brief trip to fetch some from the Keep. Now what? He shrugged and did as he always did… he adapted to the situation. “I am Jo’nas Redlong. Kizzlorn Spellforge has bid me come to the castle and fetch components for spells.”
A soldier wearing badges and polished armor stepped forward to greet the traveler. “Kizzlorn Spellforge sent you, you say? Do you have any proof?”
“Uh… no. I was told to come and ask an Orthos Stonefist to help me take several diamonds from…”
“Diamonds?” The man eyed Jo’nas warily.
“For spells! To bring the dead to life, you need a diamond of significant worth to use as a component. Who are you? I wasn’t told there would be soldiers here at the castle.” This was not going well.
One of the soldiers asked “Should we shackle him and put him in the dungeon, captain?”
The man glared at Jo’nas for a moment with hard ice-blue eyes. He nodded. “Yes. He may not be a thief, but this bears investigating. We’ll have the master question him when he arises from his studies.”
Then, from farther inside the castle: “No need, I am here. Stand down Captain Metus.”
The dutiful captain bowed and stood aside. “As you wish, my lord.” He left to go about his duties. Jo’nas sighed relief and let his eyes adjust to the darkness inside the castle so that he might see who had freed him.
The slow, soft scuffle of footsteps sloughed evenly toward him, and a shape that looked to be a cowled man’s silhouette loomed in the shadow. The light of the outdoor sun crept up the figure as it stepped closer, and Jo’nas saw that it was a gaunt man clothed- no, wrapped- in tattered black cloth. The fabric covered almost everything; legs, arms, torso, hands, feet… but not the face. The face was covered with a black lacquer mask in the stylized shape of a human face. The voice was like the creaking of an old leather book being opened. “You say you come from Kizzlorn Spellforge?”
“Uh… yes. I’m sorry, I wasn’t told about any of this.”
“You weren’t told because Kizz didn’t know. The men you met are but three of the army I command. I only took them on yesterday, so of course Kizzlorn could not have known. I am Sir Vek Mormont.” He extended a black-wrapped hand, and Jo’nas shook it.
“Jo’nas Redlong,” the cleric said before noting the thin, bony nature of Vek’s hand. He withdrew his hand with polite alarm, and hoped it didn’t show on his face. He felt the eyes behind the mask watching him, crawling over him like grave worms. He could have sworn he felt a smile there. What was this Vek? And why would a nice young woman like Kizzlorn leave him to guard her castle? “I’ve been traveling with Miss Spellforge for the last two days.”
“Yes… since the battle with Hedrack. A good number of us died. Myself included. Who is in the group now? I haven’t heard any news since being disintegrated.”
Jo’nas blinked. Could you be resurrected from a disintegration? He’d never heard of anything like that… he ignored it for now and answered the question. “I believe the people you haven’t met are Grumbar: a stout half orc warrior, Shade: a quick young swordsman, Gryph: a shapeshifter of tremendous power, and myself. I’m a cleric of Fharlanghn.” He brought the masked man up to date on the happenings of the last two days.
Vek thought for a moment. “Interesting. When I left the party, were were almost entirely composed of spellcasters. Good for Kizzlorn: she recruited some muscle.”
“Have you left the party? Kizzlorn has spoken of you. She wonders if you’ll return.”
The frail-looking masked mummy chuckled. “Does she miss having me around? I don’t believe she ever found my company to be entirely palatable.” Jo’nas watched him, unsure of whether that was a joke or not. Vek nodded. “I simply have a handful of matters to attend to, before I do anything else.”
“What’s that?”
“First, I collected my army. It’s small, yet, but growing. I have fifty men devoted to my cause. Secondly, I must find a number of items. I lost my shield, armor, and everything I had with me when I died. Third, and lastly, I intend to take my own little adventuring party up north, where I will destroy a certain white dragon. Then, yes… I shall return.”
More to come...
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Breakstone
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Great imagery there, Doc. Vek's creepier than ever...
Neverwinter Knight
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Oh, oh, I wouldn't want to be in Accessiwall's skin - except, of course if I wore him as a prized dragonhide armor 
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Doc, make him a dracolich to make things interesting
And please give Vek back that armor. It just doesn't sound right, the way you described him. Sounds like that Mumra character from Thundercats
.Doc, make him a dracolich to make things interesting
And please give Vek back that armor. It just doesn't sound right, the way you described him. Sounds like that Mumra character from Thundercats
Dr Midnight
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Hey, you were the only one to respond to Vek's "who wants to be in my army" request... Captain Metus
DEAD PARTYMATES, as of right now:
Kryn
Bree Thornberry
Tenchi Foxfingers
Dekker Roughfoot
Myramus Maximus
Angelique Mathea
Hannah
Menerous Maximus
Jettok Taklin
Katya Ohanna-Spellforge
Rafflorn Spellforge
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Lem
Doesn't seem as dire, when you look at it like that.
Gah... simple mistake. Will fix.
If things go as planned, it will be interesting... Of course, things never go as planned.
I was thinkin of the creepy robed masked bad guy from THE MUMMY, but Mumm-Ra works, certainly...
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