The Continuing Adventures of the Knights of the Silver Quill: Glacier Season

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You finished the Temple ???

And live to tell the tale? No deaths at all? RESPECT !!!

DOC, please hurry.

PS: OK, it's too late for the breathing device in Dartan's Dad's helmet, sniff :D

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I'm sorry it would more go like Dartan kills the party for making fun of him goes back to Gorgoldand and gets a new party...

Dr Midnight

Pleased with themselves and wanting for spells, the group wiped their blades and camped in the dead beholder’s lair. It was as good a place to camp as any… beholders don’t smell quite as bad as most creatures you’ll find in dungeons.

Moonday, 3rd of Needfest

The Knights spent two days in the lair while Vek identified their recent treasures. When he got to the weighty Laws and Evil book, he quickly threw it across the chamber where it slid to a stop against a wall. “Don’t touch that book,” he warned. “Don’t pick it up, don’t read it, don’t even look at it. It sucks knowledge. Takes it straight out of your head.”

They left the room behind and walked through the corridor. It branched into two directions. “Kella said to go right if we want to go straight to the lower level, correct?” Dartan asked. The others nodded, and he walked to the right. Everyone followed.

Around the corner, they could plainly hear the sounds of heavy labor, and the occasional whip crack. The Knights walked into the area, ready for anything. A large group of hobgoblin slaves were loading rubble into carts. One ogre with a whip was lashing them and yelling. “Work faster! FASTER!” He saw the heroes standing there and pointed to them. “There! The interlopers! Kill them!!” The hollow-eyed hobgoblins looked at the Knights and didn’t move. They were trapped between slavery and death… but the heroes were probably here to destroy the Temple. From the looks of them, they could do it, too. If the Temple were destroyed, they would be free.

The ogre screamed with fury. “I TOLD YOU TO KILL THEM!!” He cracked the whip across one hobgoblin’s back, and a fresh line of blood ran down it. “KILL THEM, YOU WORTHLESS BEASTS!!” The Hobgoblins turned and looked at the ogre. The Knights knew what they were looking at: revolt. They stood back and grinned as the hobgoblins slaves rushed the terrified ogre and killed him with their rusty shovels. When the horrible business was done, the hobgoblins looked at the Knights and dropped their bloody weapons. They nodded in respect and walked out.

Dartan, Vek, Katya, Kyla, Rafflorn, Jettok and Surge walked down a dim set of stairs to the lower level of the Temple of Elemental Evil. At the bottom, a long hallway extended before them.

Jettok leaned over to examine a cave-in that had apparently happened some time ago. He cried out as lashing, vinelike ropes whipped towards him. Two snarling creatures that looked like feral, living stalagmites emerged from the rubble. Dartan deflected their whipping cords and attacked. In no time at all they’d killed the creatures.

Dartan led the group as they walked down the hallway. They walked over the rise of stairs and past two doors to their left and right… they walked straight on. They strode down the hallway. Their bootheels clopped loudly down the length of the corridor. They were ready for anything.

At the end of the hallway, a man stood silhouetted against the torchfires behind him. He wore immense pieces of spiked armor. Two eye-shaped red gems in his helm caught the corridor’s dim light and cast it about eerily. He was facing them, legs apart, head held high.

Dartan growled and smiled, preparing to pull his sword and once again wade into a battle he would rule over and through. He put his hand on his swordhilt.

The armored man spoke. “Son.”

Dartan froze.

“Come before me, son, and receive your just punishment for the crime of heresy.”

Kyla looked confused. “’Son’? Dartan, is this man truly your father?” By then, Dartan was already walking forward. It was indeed his father’s voice, but how could it be him? Dartan saw the armor: black, hideous, profane plate mail that no paladin of Heironeous would ever wear. Bat wings extended from the helm’s demonic face. A motif of spikes and spiderwebs was embossed into the coal black steel.

Dartan stopped walking and stood five feet away, ready for the likely outcome. “I see I’m not the only one guilty of heresy.”

The black knight balked. “How do you mean? I do not travel with arcane spellweavers and witches of dark lore. I know better.”

“You wear that black armor. It’s clearly in tribute to Tharizdun… or evil in general.”

His father’s eyes didn’t blink. “You refer to this- the armor of the chosen Champion of Heironeous? How it shines, like the bright silvery beacon of justice. Surely your dabbling in the black arts has taken whatever was left of your mind.” He drew his sword. “This is why I’ve come here, deep into your lair of filth and evil. To deliver you your rightful execution by a father’s loving hand. Do you submit?”

“No.” Dartan drew his own sword. The two stood as a glimmering contrast; one was clad in shining silver armor with a bright steel sword, the other in black armor that seemed to absorb the light, holding a curved barbed sword of red-black.

“I’ll miss you. I love you, son.” Korgan swept his black longsword up and over in an arc. Dartan caught the blade on his own. Red-orange sparks lit off the swords’ edges. The two began trading blows. Both were expert swordsmen, and the swords swung and met in a violent choreography.

Out of the corner of Dartan’s eye, he caught the sight of his friends coming to his aid. Katya cast a spell on Korgan- but the black knight’s spirit was too strong to submit. Jettok ran forward swinging his axe. Korgan parried the blow and kicked Jettok over, never missing a beat with Dartan’s own sword swings. Through clenched teeth, Dartan said “Leave us… this is my fight!”… but the exertion of the combat had taken the breath from him. He didn’t say it loud enough to change what happened next, and he would wonder for the rest of his days what would have been.

Vek stepped from the darkness behind Korgan and placed his hand on his back. The sword fell from Dartan’s father’s hand. With a pained grunt he fell to his knees. The battle was over. Korgan’s strength was gone from him. His heart fluttered, a hair’s breadth from stopping.

“Wee Jas grants you the gift of death,” Vek hissed with his predatory smile. His hand moved forward to touch Korgan again. Dartan’s arm shot out and grabbed Vek’s wrist, stopping the hand of doom one inch from his father.

Vek looked up to challenge Dartan’s presumptuous command, but his resolve died in his chest when he saw the look on the fallen paladin’s face. Stone-faced, terrifying anger. “This is- was- my fight. I ordered you all to stay your hands.”

Vek feigned a look of apology. “Oh, dear, I’m sorry, Dartan. I never would have attacked if I’d heard.” He stepped back to watch the doting son tie up his father. Back in the darkness where no one looked at him, that slight smile curled his lips again. It had been Dartan’s right to fight his father… just as it had been Vek’s right to defeat Clegar Mormont, his own ancestor. Dartan had taken that from him.

What more fitting justice than to defeat Dartan’s father, when the fight belonged to the son? The smile spread wider across his face.

They brought Korgan to the beholder’s lair and left him there to curse them and yell oaths.

They walked back to the area they’d found him in and began investigating. There was another of the altars… no one touched it. Behind the altar was a red crushed velvet curtain. Katya swept it aside using magic, and revealed behind the curtain were two large creatures. One was made of water, and its skin rippled with clear refractions. The other was merely encased in water- it was an aboleth: a large scaled fish with six red eyes and tentacles. It was also known as The Second. They both hovered around three oval-shaped altars that were aligned towards the center of the room.

The Knights wasted no time in attacking. Dartan and Katya arrived first, cutting and casting. Dartan found the aboleth difficult to strike through its caul of floating water.

Jettok ran forward and only happened to move through the area close to the drawn red curtain. He was most surprised when it sprouted writhing, shapeless arms and attacked him. There were many of the arms, and he was only one dwarf- but he hacked and hacked with his bound arms until the curtain’s tentacles were all severed. “I hate being attacked by furnishings!” he yelled in a most dwarven manner.

Dartan, in the meantime, was wrestling with his own problems. The aboleth was doing… something…Dartan felt like it was grappling with his mind. He solved the problem by thrusting his sword through the fish’s eye, killing it. The others were done with the water elemental, so Dartan sheathed his sword. He noticed Rafflorn looking all around them at the surrounding room in fright. “What’s bothering you?” Dartan snarled.

“I just realized something,” the young wizard said. He took out a piece of paper and quickly sketched something. “The shape of this room and the last, and the placement of the altars…” he held the paper up.


Next: Fifty feet of Hell
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Vek rules!!! Although Dartan might really have taken his head for it - or tried to.

Great as always, Doc. Have you finished the module? At least that's what your flash movie says...

WeeJas, which spell was it?
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Wee Jas

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:) Harm.

Dartan's daddy had only 1 HP left. lol.

Raf hasted me too... I easily couldve finished the old man .. lol.

Dr Midnight

I finished the story, above.

I left in the part I'd edited out. I may be wrong about some events, but I'll discuss it with the players tomorrow. It's been almost a week since we played.

Oh well. This week I expect we'll finish the Temple. We game tomorrow night.
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Wee Jas

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Do you think Tharzidun will fall for the Harm Touch? I bet he has crazy SR. Lol.. I think Jettok and Dartan have thier work cut out for them. :p

Go heros

Tharzdun cannot stand before you !!! And when you're done sign his death certificate with a silver quill !

Happy gaming tonight,

the KNiGHT


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Good luck tonight Knights of the Silver Quill. I'm running this campaign as well so I know what you guys are up against.

Just want to say that I've enjoyed watching your progress throughout this epic campaign.



Harm with or without a saving throw?


So you're almost through eh? I admit I'm really hoping Dartan makes it, I find myself much more attached to the original characters, of whom he is the last. I'm cringing every time he charges into battle, even knowing that is his way.

I miss Hannah. She and Dartan were such perfect foils.

Looking forward to the conclusion of this adventure Doc!
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Dr Midnight

Just got in from tonight's game.
We finally wrapped up Monte's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil. There were several plot threads tied up, several memorable combats, and- I dare say- an epic feel. Big things happened.

I begin writing.....

Dr Midnight

This one's dedicated to Broccli_Head, my first reader

Session 35
Moonday, 3rd of Needfest

The group searched the area and found only a small box sitting on a table. On opening it, they found a number of tightly wrapped scrolls. They were all scrolls involving protection from fire. They took the scrolls and wandered down the only hallway branching off from the room- to the east.

Down this way, the corridor began turning different colors. It was painted in deep red. As the hallway wound on, it was painted in brighter shades of red and orange. It ended in a room the shape of an eight-pointed diamond. At its center was a circle painted in orange. There was no exit from the room. “This room is shaped identically to the Fire Temple key we won, long ago,” Dartan said.

“Attempting to do something with that circle is either very bad or our only option,” Rafflorn said. No one had the heart to agree. He sent his clockwork pseudodragon, Surge, over it to investigate. As it flapped over the magic circle, it was engulfed in a ball of fire. When the fire cleared nothing remained. No Surge, no metal pieces, no ash, nothing. Rafflorn hadn’t been expecting that, and cried out in fear. He rushed forward without thinking and disappeared in a flash of flame.

Jettok, Kat, Kyla, Dartan, and Vek stood there stunned for a moment before they realized the only way to find out what had happened was to walk through the circle themselves. They realized that they may be full well walking into a death trap, but luck had borne them this far. They took a breath and jumped into the circle.

When their feet touched the ground, they were in a red diamond-shaped room with eight doors. The heat was intense and sweltering. The air was hard to breathe, it was so hot. Rafflorn called out to them. “Look around later- help now!” He was being attacked by a large lizardlike man-thing that glowed white-orange and left fire in its wake.

Dartan led the charge and hacked the salamander into chunks. The creature’s remains smoldered like red-hot coals from a campfire.

Wasting no time, they chose a door at random and walked through it. They had no way of knowing at the time just what the door would lead them to. They were faced with a long hallway with three branching corridors. Vek led them to the end corridor- another random work of fate.

This room they’d found was really more of a vast hall. Its ceilings were sixty feet high, and it was lined with twenty-foot wide fire pits. At one end the hall widened into a bulb shape, to accommodate a colossal throne. It was made of glass and fire roared and flickered within it. Standing next to the throne was a medusa with a head of flaming snakes. Sitting upon the throne was an absolutely immense creature made entirely of flame. Across its lap lay a greatsword that must have measured at least thirty feet from hilt to tip. The creature’s eyes glowed white hot as it saw the Knights standing at the entrance to its hall. It stood up. It was fifty feet tall. It towered over them all- a great inferno of a creature with a fiery greatsword in its right hand.

“We know of you,” the medusa hissed. “We have been warned of the ones who would come to undo us, and we are prepared. BEHOLD, MORTALS! YOUR FINAL ENEMY: IMIX, PRINCE OF FIRE!

Imix lifted his sword and roared in challenge. Dartan roared back, gripped his own human-sized sword firmly, and ran forward.

More to come...
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Whoo hoo! Damn, Imix has come a long way since that goofy illustration in the Fiend Folio. Go, Heroes, go!

Doc, I'm just about to send driving directions to your ulcer13@aol account. Let me know if you don't get 'em!

- PCat

Dr Midnight

Dartan put three well-placed cuts into the monster’s lower body. His sword moved like mercury, and his practiced blows cut deep, like justice itself.

Imix reared back with fury and attacked. He landed one, then, two, three, and finally four blows with his thirty-foot long greatsword. The entire party winced at the telling amount of damage Dartan took… then gasped as he fell to his knees and slumped forward. Dartan was down for the count, within the first six seconds of combat.

Kyla’s mind never took time to weigh the consequences. The heroic cleric ran forward, clanking in her armor. Jettok saw what she was trying to do, and made a heroic sacrifice of his own- he ran towards Imix, waving his hands angrily. “Here! I’m the one you want, you great bloody matchstick!” He took the bait and slashed him, leaving a cauterized black wound showing through his armor. He convulsed in pain, but knew he’d given Kyla enough time to do what needed to be done.

Kyla kneeled beside Dartan’s body, called out to Pelor, and jammed her hands against his wounds. White energy surged from her and into him. “Come on, Dartan, come on… we need you!”

Jettok and the others engaged Imix. Rafflorn cast lightning spells from a good distance away. Vek did his best to get close enough to land a blow. Katya cast a spell on the medusa, who was muttering something to a large silver sphere held in her hands. The woman looked up and yelped in alarm as her body shrunk suddenly. The sphere clunked to the ground. A tiny crustacean, widely known as a shrimp, furiously writched and clawed where the medusa had stood.

Dartan’s eyes shot open. He rolled to his feet and swung his sword, never losing momentum. He cut and hacked deep into the Prince of Fire. Gluts of lava-blood splashed from the wounds.

Imix was now surrounded by Knights, so he spread his attacks out among them. Jettok and Dartan took the most damage, as they seemed the greatest threat. Dartan had Kyla behind him, continuously healing the damage he took. Jettok was not so lucky. The dwarf was also noticing that his greataxe’s swings weren’t doing any worthy damage to the colossal fire elemental. He knew, however, that his friends were in danger, and he was prepared to die a distraction rather than run and leave his comrades to death. He kept attacking.

Katya worked her way over to the shrimp-medusa and plucked the tiny, delicious monster-morsel from the ground. She put it in her pocket. She then picked up the silver ball. She turned herself invisible, then held it up and called out to the giant fire creature. “HALT!!” She yelled.

Imix barely noticed her- but the distraction proved to have a positive effect. Its hold faltered on its sword mid-swing, and when Dartan ducked an incoming blow, the sword flew from its grasp and turned on a vast horizontal plane. It soared through the air to the other side of the corridor, one hundred feet away. It smashed into the wall, caving in most of it and creating the most jarring CLANG!! Noise any of them had ever heard.

Imix stepped over them all as they cut and cast at him. “Take advantage of him now, while he’s unarmed,” Dartan shouted. “Form a line- be ready for when he comes back!”

At the other end of the hall, Imix picked his sword up and walked back towards them. In the dim, smoky air, the sight was terrifying. His steps were hollow THOOOMs that shook the ground.

Rafflorn shot a bolt of lightning through the Prince of Fire’s head. It angered him. Imix raised his sword and cut Dartan almost to pieces with three wide chops. “Hold your ground!” Dartan grunted. Blood ran from his armor chinks in rivers. He whipped his sword back, screamed, then slashed… cut… parried… and thrust.

Imix stopped attacking. He stood there dumbly, for a moment, looking at them all. Then, he dropped his sword. Vek had almost a full two seconds to watch it fall towards him. It clanged and cracked the ground as it landed fully on top of him, nearly crushing him to death. Imix moaned. It was a deep, grumbling kind of noise- almost like timbers groaning within a fire. He fell back, and shattered the ground where he landed.

Imix, Prince of Fire, was defeated.

More to come...
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