The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Festy_Dog]

"Hmm?" Saxon checked over his shoulder as Kyalia hurried towards the causeway, and noticed Mzarem trailing after her. He nodded and went back to checking the megalith.

Mzarem whined as Kyalia hurried off, but as she hadn't actually shunned him yet he tagged along as she went. Saxon's delicate searchings however resulted in surprisingly satisfying results, and as the others made their way towards the causeway he briefly explained his findings as he followed.

[elven]"If I remember the constellations for this time of year correctly, those megaliths correspond with constellations which I assume are emulated by the marks we each carry. So yes, Enthalus, I would believe they were created by druids,"[/elven] he says.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan, heads with the majority to the causeway.

 

[Voadam]

[elven]"If I remember the constellations for this time of year correctly, those megaliths correspond with constellations which I assume are emulated by the marks we each carry. So yes, Enthalus, I would believe they were created by druids,"[/elven] he says.

"And those constellations are the astrological signs associated with our marks are they not? Stars, stars, stars. I believe I have some more answers for you. As this is Chillihame then we must find the village of Bronce. It is the birthplace of Starkweather and the place where he and his sword are said by legends to have been interred over a thousand years ago.

"Starkweather John was a warrior of legend, he lived over a thousand years ago. A hero of destiny, one of the Starborn; chosen by fate to defend the world against evil forces in its greatest time of need. It is said of those he traveled with, he was the last to fall. In fact if legend serves correct he died here on the island of Chillhame fighting a powerful drow wizard, Zomelach; said to be a member of the Host, those chosen by darkness to be its champions.

"Despite his strength, his skill, and utter devotion to the cause Starkweather John fell that day. But not before he sent the drow screaming into the next life. The drow poisons did their work on the epic warrior and he would die not far from Bronce, ironically the place of his birth, and finally the place of his death.

"It is said that Starkweather John chased the drow wizard all across the island till he arrived at the village of Bronce; and thus the two epic champions did battle. It is said that night was made day, and that the clashing of blade and the explosion of magic could be heard all across the island as the two did battle.

"As luck would have it, a priest from the village went out to see if Starkweather John had survived the battle; He found the warrior dying and carried him back to the village to make peace with the gods. It is said that Starkweather John left his sword with the priest, saying that another would come to champion the blade when it was needed. The priest was said to have buried the sword beneath the flagstones of the church… and John’s spirit was able to return to the Stars, his task now done… the epic warrior could know rest.

"That is the tale of Starkweather John and the resting place of his sword.

"Which leads me to suspect that we too are Starborn and will be called upon to meet the challenge of a rising Host, evil incarnate. We seem to be incarnations of the stars called by fate on the side of light. Starborn, and star marked. Not fey, not gods exactly, but fate and the forces of Light that stands up to the Darkness are what called us here. So are any of you particularly skilled with a blade? My talents lie with lore and elvish sonomancy, the magic of words and sounds, not the clash of close arms."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan is absently listening to Starkweather John's tale. Nodding his head at the proper heroic moments. Than as he hears "....and will be called upon to meet the challenge of a rising Host, evil incarnate." He stops and stares at Enthalus' moving mouth. When the mouth has stopped. Dolan horsely whispers, "By all that I have experienced, I can not believe that is true. Maybe for all of you, but I am but a humble son of a nobody and I can not believe I meant for this upcoming battle. I might be able to pick the lock to the gates of hell, but other than that I am talentless."

 

[Voadam]

Dolan is absently listening to Starkweather John's tale. Nodding his head at the proper heroic moments. Than as he hears "....and will be called upon to meet the challenge of a rising Host, evil incarnate." He stops and stares at Enthalus' moving mouth. When the mouth has stopped. Dolan horsely whispers, "By all that I have experienced, I can not believe that is true. Maybe for all of you, but I am but a humble son of a nobody and I can not believe I meant for this upcoming battle. I might be able to pick the lock to the gates of hell, but other than that I am talentless."

Enthalus smiles at his new comrade encouragingly.

"You can pick locks? I've never been any good at physical puzzles like that so our skills should complement each other well, but it also means we two are probably not the best ones to wield the Sword when we find it. Anybody else? Saxon? Ladies?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan looks at Enthalus like he has slugs spewing from his mouth. A look of horror can be seen in the eyes. Dolan shudders as if a cold wind touched his back. "Enthalus, I think you are crazier than a one winged cat bird. But I do like your style."

 

[Evil Ujio]

For a moment the drizzle pauses, and a foul voice sings into the wind, a cacophony of madness and evil rising above the din of the crashing waves and the wind, “You are fools, and you will die long before you achieve your destinies… you will be consumed!”

The drizzle continues and shadowy wisps rise out of the ground, on the causeway as five shadowy creatures materialize whole form out inky darkness. Red glowing eyes glimmering in the drizzle and growing dawn light… they wield vicious weapons in their black shadowy hands, cruel pointed teeth showing through their twisted smiles.

The creatures approach menacingly remaining silent as the grave…

The creatures are about fifteen feet from the closest party member…

 

[Endur]

Laurel draws her bow and shoots an arrow at the nearest of the creatures, aiming for the spot between the red eyes.

"I am armed with both Sword and Bow. With both, I shall resist you."

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Speaking to Dolan: “Enthalus is right. We were brought here together, so we all will have our part to play in this.”

Then the dark voice spoke and the creatures born out of darkness appeared.

Kyalia immediately draws her sword and sends a prayer to her patron to bless her blade to strike true as the unicorn's horn. She also makes a step towards the opponents.


Casting Magic Weapon after drawing the longsword.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan looks for a rock and picks one up and throws it. Than he withdraws his dagger.