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EBERRON: THE CREATION SCHEMA
08/21/04
SEGMENT 001
THE FORGOTTEN FORGE
THE GM
ANDY NARRATOR
VALE MATTERHORN
HUMAN CLERIC [Hired Healer] Searching for family within Mournlands
JASYN SYMTEX
HUMAN KENSAI ARCHER [Hired and trusted aid] Repaying a dept to Elderich
KIM ELDERICH
DWARVEN MYSTIC THEURAGE [Seeker of Artifacts and fame / glory that goes with it
THE PLAYERS
BILL
BODDYNOK GLINKLE
GNOME ARTIFICER [ War Forged Healer and Magic Enthusiast]
Dead ... a second time
BRELAND TASKERDOO
1/2LING DRUID / MAGE [Animal activist] Called away to deal with evil against nature
within Thrane
PEBBLES
Dwarven Battle Smith / Cleric "Hammer time!" KILLED by Warhulked Fighter Hill Giants
FLURRY
WARFORGED MONK KILLED
PELOR
HUMAN SUPER HEALER DIPLOMAT
JIM
KHORA
HUMAN CLERIC OF SOVEREIGN HOST [Team Healer and Force of Good Will ] DEAD
BANE
HUMAN FIGHTER [MONKEY GRIPPING BATTLEAXE BADAXE] DEAD
BALKROTH
1/2 GIANT PSYCHIC WARRIOR [FREAK] DEAD
DURACELL
Human Mage / Sorc / Arcane Master type
BJ
BONDS
WARFORGED BARBARIAN [ Destroy and Don’t Bother to Ask Why] DEAD
CHIEF
WARFORGED FIGHTER [ Destroy it all] DEAD
BLACK SAND
1/2 GIANT BARBARIAN [CHIP ON SHOULDER TYPE] DEAD- KILLED BY
ORCUS
IPPATAK
ELVEN ARCANE ARCHER "Whatever" KILLED
JEFF
TEMPER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [ Destroy then Ask why ] DEAD
ASUNDER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [EXCUSE FOR VIOLENCE] NPC BODDYNOC's AID
SHARSHEK
HUMAN FIGHTER [LEVEL HEADED WARRIOR] Wandering somewhere safer than around
Cedious
FIGHTER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [LOOKING FOR A NEW WAR] DEAD
TALON
GREMLIN (1/2 DWARF / 1/2 TROLL FIGHTER [LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE]
"That has to hurt!" KILLED by AXE-WHOLE KILLED
ZEN ELF ARCANE MAGE
CLINTON
CEDIOUS
HALFLING ROGUE [ Binge Drinker and general Trouble-maker ] LUCKY TO BE
ALIVE!!!! "I am my own GOD." MIA
BOB
THRI-KREEN PSYCHIC WARRIOR [Bodyguard for Cedious or had nothing better to do]
"Why name me that? clik-clik can not say it"
CLOROX
CENTAUR BARBARIAN FIGHTER WAR HULK [New Bodyguard] DM's new worst nightmare KILLED
WALL
PSIONIC DWARVEN DEFENDER
RYAN
(CIDER)
TEIFLING ROGUE [Know it all with attitude] New DM Toy BURIED UNDER TONS OF EARTH
(CAPIO)
ELF MAGE / WARLOCK [Searching for planar travel] New DM Toy BURIED UNDER TONS OF EARTH
CATHY
ARCANIS [LOVER OF ANYTHING MAGICAL] Regards Elderich as a god
THRI-KREEN RANGER
TIM
SHY-ANNE SHARD [PSYCHIC WILDER] OWES ELDERICH HER LIFE.... SEVERAL TIMES OVER
HUMAN
ANTON [LOVES ADVENTURER OF ALL SORTS] KNOWS ELDERICH IS A GREAT SOURCE OF ADVENTURE
HALFLING DRUID /
Today we begin this tale with the five adventuring friends returning from a party in the city of Sharn. It has begun to rain but it will take more than this to dampen their mood.
“Curtains of water fall from the sky as [they] traverse the labyrinthine walkways of Sharn. The stone and wooden paths wind around and between the towers and spires high above the ground, forming a complex latticework that can be very confusing on evenings such as this. The rain falls hard, running off higher walkways and balconies in drenching waves, making it difficult to see much more than a few feet ahead of you. The distant glow of everbright lanterns, barely visible in the soaking gloom, does little to light the paths on this warm, wet evening.”
The smallest of the group, Cedious, has lead the group onto the wrong tower. Even as the halfling tries to convince the others that they are not lost he tries to regain his sense of location. Bonds interrupts everyone as he looks onto the bridge he nears.
“[Bonds] spots a figure in a dark cloak moving quietly through the rain on the skybridge ahead. It seems to be avoiding the dim pools of light cast by the everbright lanterns, preferring to stay in the shadows. Lightning flashes, and you see a shape on the stone floor of the bridge in brief illumination. The figure quickly reaches the railing of the skybridge, then slips over the barrier and disappears into the darkness and the rain.”Bonds calls out to his friend what he saw thinking a thief is lurking ahead and looking for purses to collect. They move quickly to the spot where the dark figure was last seen.
“The skybridge ahead spans the distance between platforms attached to the sides of two different towers – Dalannan Tower and the Kelsa Spire. A body lies on the floor of the bridge, and you can see a mixture of rain and blood pooling around it. A leather satchel, still clutched tightly in the body’s hand, lies in the expanding puddle of water and gore.”
Bonds goes to the spot where the figure disappeared. Temper backs him up. Cedious runs over to the body wondering what the figure may have missed looting from it. Khora looks to possibly tending to injuries while Boddynoc looks around for any trouble.
Bonds leans over the edge of the skybridge which is suspended about 120 feet from the next platform below. The rain makes it difficult to see much then he spots the mysterious figure. A cloaked humanoid is moving hand over hand on a pipe along the edge of the bridge’s belly. Temper threatens the figure with his Masterworked Great Sword. Bonds moves along the edge trying to always keep a view of the figure. He pulls out his weapon. In doing so he loses track of the figure.
“He is dead” calls out Khora after looking to the victim’s wounds. He moves away to see what the two warforged are doing. The halfling begins to loot the body while Boddynoc pulls the satchel from his dead hand. The halfling finds a weighted pouch and quickly pockets it then pulls out his identification papers to see who this old man was.
Khora can hear a noise on the opposite side of the bridge from the warforged. He calls this out and Bonds spots an armored figure climbing up the edge wearing the dark cloak. Boddynoc looks up just in time to see Bonds weapon strike the figure hard and true. Pieces of metal seem to explode from the impact and the figure falls silently into the darkness with a soft thus far below. Boddynoc thinks he saw a fragment fly away but is not sure.
Cedious looks into what else the body now known as Bonal Geldem of Morgrave University has. It is now that he notices three more figures running up to him. Cedious shakes his head looking down. “Curse my luck.” He mutters with a slight slur.
“Two males and a female, wearing the green-and-black studded leather of Sharn’s City Watch, emerge from the rain-drenched night. The leader, a powerfully built bald dwarf with a close-cropped beard, steps forward, leveling his crossbow in your direction. The small ball of arcane light, hovering just above and behind his left shoulder, illuminates the area. To each side, a human male and female stand with halberds at the ready.”
“Olladra’s bloody nose!” the dwarf curses. “By the order of the Watch, drop your weapons and explain yourselves!”
It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he is thinking. Cedious backs away from the body. It is only now he believes he has had too much to drink on this gloomy and ill-fated night. The two warforged congratulate each other with weapons still out then stop seeing the authorities. They do not put their weapons away but do hold them at their sides, no longer raised and readied. Boddynoc and Khora quickly move over to Sgt. Dolom to explain the situation.
The Dolom knows of Cedious (drunken thief) but listens to the others. Khora is especially convincing as describes the attack as witnessed by them and how if they hurry, an armored and cloaked figure that may be a warforged is far below. After taking to them and taking names and places to locate them, Dolom allows them to leave. That is after getting the assurance they will escort the halfling home.
Once Dolom and his deputies allow them to leave they go and find a quiet and dry place to look at what they had. They open the satchel and find a small journal with well-made and stylish quills, inks and paper to write on. An Apple (which the Halfling decides to eat while looking at the pouch) was there also. In the pouch were a few gold and silver pieces.
Figuring the journal could be either useful for himself or have more incite to the reason why a warforged killer would strike down this old man, Boddynoc checks it out.
“This small journal, measuring about 3 inches by 6 inches and 1 inch thick, has a cover of dark brown leather with strands of mithral thread woven in a strange pattern. It bears no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don’t seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.”The artificer looks it over further. It is obviously magical somehow but how and why? He asks the rogue what was in the pouch he took and what else were the identification papers. “Pouch…? What pouch?” He then recites the name of Bonal Geldem, a provost at Morgrave University with his studies being of Pre-Galifar Time.
They eventually reach their rooms above the Dancing Dove and find a cloaked figure is waiting for them. He looks up but his eyes are hidden in the shadow of his cowl. He raises his closed fist revealing a signet ring on his finger. “If you would know the truth of Bonal Geldem’s murder, go to the Broken Anvil tavern at dawn.” He then leaves quickly.
The warforged wonder why everyone seems to be bothering them tonight then return to their prior conversation of Freeball (a sport played in Sharn). Khora and the halfling go into their rooms to sleep. Boddynoc pauses and feels the fine leather of the recently acquired satchel in his hand. He has made up his mind. They go to the Tavern in the morning.
08/21/04
SEGMENT 001
THE FORGOTTEN FORGE
THE GM
ANDY NARRATOR
VALE MATTERHORN
HUMAN CLERIC [Hired Healer] Searching for family within Mournlands
JASYN SYMTEX
HUMAN KENSAI ARCHER [Hired and trusted aid] Repaying a dept to Elderich
KIM ELDERICH
DWARVEN MYSTIC THEURAGE [Seeker of Artifacts and fame / glory that goes with it
THE PLAYERS
BILL
BODDYNOK GLINKLE
GNOME ARTIFICER [ War Forged Healer and Magic Enthusiast]
Dead ... a second time
BRELAND TASKERDOO
1/2LING DRUID / MAGE [Animal activist] Called away to deal with evil against nature
within Thrane
PEBBLES
Dwarven Battle Smith / Cleric "Hammer time!" KILLED by Warhulked Fighter Hill Giants
FLURRY
WARFORGED MONK KILLED
PELOR
HUMAN SUPER HEALER DIPLOMAT
JIM
KHORA
HUMAN CLERIC OF SOVEREIGN HOST [Team Healer and Force of Good Will ] DEAD
BANE
HUMAN FIGHTER [MONKEY GRIPPING BATTLEAXE BADAXE] DEAD
BALKROTH
1/2 GIANT PSYCHIC WARRIOR [FREAK] DEAD
DURACELL
Human Mage / Sorc / Arcane Master type
BJ
BONDS
WARFORGED BARBARIAN [ Destroy and Don’t Bother to Ask Why] DEAD
CHIEF
WARFORGED FIGHTER [ Destroy it all] DEAD
BLACK SAND
1/2 GIANT BARBARIAN [CHIP ON SHOULDER TYPE] DEAD- KILLED BY
ORCUS
IPPATAK
ELVEN ARCANE ARCHER "Whatever" KILLED
JEFF
TEMPER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [ Destroy then Ask why ] DEAD
ASUNDER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [EXCUSE FOR VIOLENCE] NPC BODDYNOC's AID
SHARSHEK
HUMAN FIGHTER [LEVEL HEADED WARRIOR] Wandering somewhere safer than around
Cedious
FIGHTER
WARFORGED FIGHTER [LOOKING FOR A NEW WAR] DEAD
TALON
GREMLIN (1/2 DWARF / 1/2 TROLL FIGHTER [LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE]
"That has to hurt!" KILLED by AXE-WHOLE KILLED
ZEN ELF ARCANE MAGE
CLINTON
CEDIOUS
HALFLING ROGUE [ Binge Drinker and general Trouble-maker ] LUCKY TO BE
ALIVE!!!! "I am my own GOD." MIA
BOB
THRI-KREEN PSYCHIC WARRIOR [Bodyguard for Cedious or had nothing better to do]
"Why name me that? clik-clik can not say it"
CLOROX
CENTAUR BARBARIAN FIGHTER WAR HULK [New Bodyguard] DM's new worst nightmare KILLED
WALL
PSIONIC DWARVEN DEFENDER
RYAN
(CIDER)
TEIFLING ROGUE [Know it all with attitude] New DM Toy BURIED UNDER TONS OF EARTH
(CAPIO)
ELF MAGE / WARLOCK [Searching for planar travel] New DM Toy BURIED UNDER TONS OF EARTH
CATHY
ARCANIS [LOVER OF ANYTHING MAGICAL] Regards Elderich as a god
THRI-KREEN RANGER
TIM
SHY-ANNE SHARD [PSYCHIC WILDER] OWES ELDERICH HER LIFE.... SEVERAL TIMES OVER
HUMAN
ANTON [LOVES ADVENTURER OF ALL SORTS] KNOWS ELDERICH IS A GREAT SOURCE OF ADVENTURE
HALFLING DRUID /
Today we begin this tale with the five adventuring friends returning from a party in the city of Sharn. It has begun to rain but it will take more than this to dampen their mood.
“Curtains of water fall from the sky as [they] traverse the labyrinthine walkways of Sharn. The stone and wooden paths wind around and between the towers and spires high above the ground, forming a complex latticework that can be very confusing on evenings such as this. The rain falls hard, running off higher walkways and balconies in drenching waves, making it difficult to see much more than a few feet ahead of you. The distant glow of everbright lanterns, barely visible in the soaking gloom, does little to light the paths on this warm, wet evening.”
The smallest of the group, Cedious, has lead the group onto the wrong tower. Even as the halfling tries to convince the others that they are not lost he tries to regain his sense of location. Bonds interrupts everyone as he looks onto the bridge he nears.
“[Bonds] spots a figure in a dark cloak moving quietly through the rain on the skybridge ahead. It seems to be avoiding the dim pools of light cast by the everbright lanterns, preferring to stay in the shadows. Lightning flashes, and you see a shape on the stone floor of the bridge in brief illumination. The figure quickly reaches the railing of the skybridge, then slips over the barrier and disappears into the darkness and the rain.”Bonds calls out to his friend what he saw thinking a thief is lurking ahead and looking for purses to collect. They move quickly to the spot where the dark figure was last seen.
“The skybridge ahead spans the distance between platforms attached to the sides of two different towers – Dalannan Tower and the Kelsa Spire. A body lies on the floor of the bridge, and you can see a mixture of rain and blood pooling around it. A leather satchel, still clutched tightly in the body’s hand, lies in the expanding puddle of water and gore.”
Bonds goes to the spot where the figure disappeared. Temper backs him up. Cedious runs over to the body wondering what the figure may have missed looting from it. Khora looks to possibly tending to injuries while Boddynoc looks around for any trouble.
Bonds leans over the edge of the skybridge which is suspended about 120 feet from the next platform below. The rain makes it difficult to see much then he spots the mysterious figure. A cloaked humanoid is moving hand over hand on a pipe along the edge of the bridge’s belly. Temper threatens the figure with his Masterworked Great Sword. Bonds moves along the edge trying to always keep a view of the figure. He pulls out his weapon. In doing so he loses track of the figure.
“He is dead” calls out Khora after looking to the victim’s wounds. He moves away to see what the two warforged are doing. The halfling begins to loot the body while Boddynoc pulls the satchel from his dead hand. The halfling finds a weighted pouch and quickly pockets it then pulls out his identification papers to see who this old man was.
Khora can hear a noise on the opposite side of the bridge from the warforged. He calls this out and Bonds spots an armored figure climbing up the edge wearing the dark cloak. Boddynoc looks up just in time to see Bonds weapon strike the figure hard and true. Pieces of metal seem to explode from the impact and the figure falls silently into the darkness with a soft thus far below. Boddynoc thinks he saw a fragment fly away but is not sure.
Cedious looks into what else the body now known as Bonal Geldem of Morgrave University has. It is now that he notices three more figures running up to him. Cedious shakes his head looking down. “Curse my luck.” He mutters with a slight slur.
“Two males and a female, wearing the green-and-black studded leather of Sharn’s City Watch, emerge from the rain-drenched night. The leader, a powerfully built bald dwarf with a close-cropped beard, steps forward, leveling his crossbow in your direction. The small ball of arcane light, hovering just above and behind his left shoulder, illuminates the area. To each side, a human male and female stand with halberds at the ready.”
“Olladra’s bloody nose!” the dwarf curses. “By the order of the Watch, drop your weapons and explain yourselves!”
It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he is thinking. Cedious backs away from the body. It is only now he believes he has had too much to drink on this gloomy and ill-fated night. The two warforged congratulate each other with weapons still out then stop seeing the authorities. They do not put their weapons away but do hold them at their sides, no longer raised and readied. Boddynoc and Khora quickly move over to Sgt. Dolom to explain the situation.
The Dolom knows of Cedious (drunken thief) but listens to the others. Khora is especially convincing as describes the attack as witnessed by them and how if they hurry, an armored and cloaked figure that may be a warforged is far below. After taking to them and taking names and places to locate them, Dolom allows them to leave. That is after getting the assurance they will escort the halfling home.
Once Dolom and his deputies allow them to leave they go and find a quiet and dry place to look at what they had. They open the satchel and find a small journal with well-made and stylish quills, inks and paper to write on. An Apple (which the Halfling decides to eat while looking at the pouch) was there also. In the pouch were a few gold and silver pieces.
Figuring the journal could be either useful for himself or have more incite to the reason why a warforged killer would strike down this old man, Boddynoc checks it out.
“This small journal, measuring about 3 inches by 6 inches and 1 inch thick, has a cover of dark brown leather with strands of mithral thread woven in a strange pattern. It bears no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don’t seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.”The artificer looks it over further. It is obviously magical somehow but how and why? He asks the rogue what was in the pouch he took and what else were the identification papers. “Pouch…? What pouch?” He then recites the name of Bonal Geldem, a provost at Morgrave University with his studies being of Pre-Galifar Time.
They eventually reach their rooms above the Dancing Dove and find a cloaked figure is waiting for them. He looks up but his eyes are hidden in the shadow of his cowl. He raises his closed fist revealing a signet ring on his finger. “If you would know the truth of Bonal Geldem’s murder, go to the Broken Anvil tavern at dawn.” He then leaves quickly.
The warforged wonder why everyone seems to be bothering them tonight then return to their prior conversation of Freeball (a sport played in Sharn). Khora and the halfling go into their rooms to sleep. Boddynoc pauses and feels the fine leather of the recently acquired satchel in his hand. He has made up his mind. They go to the Tavern in the morning.
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