The Liberation of Tenh (updated April 24)
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Zaruthustran
The tingling means it’s working!
Uh... I don't! Unless it's Iuz. But I have a feeling that Prisantha and H have someone else in mind.
Clue, please!
-z the clueless.
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Zaruthustran said:
From 42: Fighting in Stoink, Things Come Full Circle.
The Lord of Stoink leans back in his chair. “So, what’s in it for you?”
“For us?” Prisantha says.
“Figure of speech,” the Lord says. “I mean, ‘how can I ever repay your generosity’.”
Heydricus leans forward. “Could you stage a coup in Wintershiven?”
“Ah. On what kind of notice?” the Lord asks.
“2 years.”
The lord fingers his chin in an imitation of deep thought and says, “It’d be tight, but yeah, anybody can be killed if you throw enough money at the problem.” After a moment he hastily corrects himself, “I mean, ‘we could effect a regime change if the political climate is right’.”
Yup that's about who I figured it was. Boy I wish I could run in this campaign. No angst, no self doubt, no mindless moral quibbling. The Liberators know who they are, what they want and are going to get the job done. If you get in their way, they are going to run right over you and leave boot marks on your body as they tromp right over you. Keep up the good works guys!
P.S. Many thanks for the time line.
P.S. Many thanks for the time line.
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Rackhir said:
Yeah, but they're such stylish boots that you'll run right out to the store before the bruises fade so you can get a pair just like them.
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(stomp) (stomp)
Iuzinan: "Ooo, look at the detail on the sole."
(stomp) (stomp)
Henchman: "Yesss sir, now that's craftsmanship. Yeeeessssss."
(stomp)(stomp)
Iuzian: "Do you think they're expensive? They look Baklunish."
Henchman: "I'd athk, thir bhut I loht my teef."
Iuzinan: "Ooo, look at the detail on the sole."
(stomp) (stomp)
Henchman: "Yesss sir, now that's craftsmanship. Yeeeessssss."
(stomp)(stomp)
Iuzian: "Do you think they're expensive? They look Baklunish."
Henchman: "I'd athk, thir bhut I loht my teef."
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Reaping 23, CY 593
55: Making a List, and checkin’ it twice.
Upon their return to Cur’ruth, Elenthal and C’min are quickly dispatched to Stoink to take up a secret appraisal of the Lord’s full organization and strength. Elijah wishes to go, but it is felt that her previous dealings with the Lord might jeopardize the mission.
“Don’t worry,” Heydricus says, patting The List. “We’ll have plenty for you to do.”
The next item before the Liberators is the retrieval and resurrection of all their former adventuring companions who are still partially whole and ultimately, willing. Unfortunately, first condition narrows the list to only Esril and Lucius, and Lucius may prove intractable in his current undead state.
Therefore, it is decided that Esril should be the first. The location of her corpse is discerned to be a shallow grave in the Chendl Royal Grounds. Three spells and an hour’s work with a spade later, Esril sits up with a dazed look on her face, the bright Tenh sun shining on the dirt still clinging to her body.
“I have been poisoned!” she says, removing a worm from her mouth.
“Well, that was months ago,” Prisantha says.
“Welome back, Esril,” Heydricus says. “Welcome to Tenh.”
After Esril is bathed, dressed and appraised of current events, it is agreed that Chendl is not a safe place for her any longer, and she is offered a position as Swordmistress for the Liberation Army of Tenh.
“I accept,” she says warmly. “Kelanen’s work be done.”
-----
The Liberators stand around Prisantha’s crystal ball. Jespo and Regda hold hands, and Gwendolyn offers scrying advice. Prisantha focuses on Lucius, and after a minute, an image appears.
Lucius is seen to be standing at the railing of what looks for all the world like a sailing vessel, except where the sea should be, scrub plain and rocky hillside roll past. Lucius stands next to two figures; a stocky, heavily-armored dwarf, his eyebrows, hair and beard braided together with small bones, stands to Lucius’ left. On his right is an effete, exceptionally tall elf, dressed in bright colors, his skin so pale as to almost seem colorless.
Beyond the elf, toward the fore of the vessel, a tall forecastle emerges from the deck and is joined with a massive ramming spike. Several gnolls come and go, manipulating a system of levers and pulleys set into the deck of the forecastle. Most disturbingly, an impossibly large giant is impaled through the back by the spike, its arms bound behind it and lashed to the prow of the vessel with thick bands of razor-wire.
Lucius gazes over the railing, watching the scenery go past.
“Does any of this look familiar, Maturin?” The elf asks.
Lucius does not look at him. “I told you, I’ve never been here before.”
The dwarf laughs and says, “We shall see, creature, we shall see. Play us false, and you will kiss Ombi’s axe.”
Lucius hands the dwarf a dagger. “Maybe you should kill me with this, instead,” he says sardonically.
Ombi scowls as he takes the blade. “This is my dagger!”
“And be careful with it,” Lucius says. “I poisoned the blade.” Lucius turns to fix the dwarf with a withering gaze. “Or the hilt, I forget which.” Ombi drops the dagger to the deck and reaches for his axe.
“Peace, Lord Ombi,” the elf says, reaching across the undead assassin to place a restraining hand on the dwarf’s arm. “Friend Lucius was merely having a jest. He will soon learn what place humor has within the Boneshadow. We will teach him what we find amusing once we make Nevond Nevnend.”
-----
“The Boneshadow!” Heydricus gasps with delight.
Lord Ombi, Sunifarel Brightrobe—“Killer” Keak, Dorag the Butcher, Gleed Thrice-Decieved and Griswald Hairhand. The most infamous adventuring group in the Flannaes, the Boneshadow are Iuz’ personal trouble-shooters, given the assignments that His clergy cannot, or will not undertake. There is not an adventurer in all the land who has not heard of the foul doings of the Boneshadow. It is said by those in the know that during the Greyhawk Wars, the fall of the Horned Lands was nearly entirely due to the efforts of the Boneshadow. It was in that conflict that Dorag the Butcher gained his epithet: untold thousands of innocents were murdered when Dorag led his calvary in a victory march from Molag back to Dorokka, on a red-carpet of human bodies.
“I don’t know . . .” Jespo says.
“Don’t know what?” Heydricus cuts him off. “Whether we go now, or prepare spells first?”
“Let me speak with Tritherion,” Dabus says. “We should not go in blind.”
-----
Dabus’ personal sanctuary is a warm and lovingly decorated place. Ritual regalia of Tritherion’s faith is tastefully placed throughout the small niche where he meditates, giving a silent testimony to the depths of his faith.
“Great Lord Tritherion, Father and Mother to Retribution, heed your faithful servant,” Dabus begins.
“You have my ear, Dabus Twice-Born. What would you have of Me?”
“We have seen the Boneheart. Do they have powerful allies with them other than these gnolls?”
“They do.”
“More than ten creatures?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a wizard amongst their membership?”
“There are several.”
“Is there a priest among them?”
“No.”
“Do they have a blackguard amongst their number?”
“No, for they disparage the gods, and cannot abide men of faith. For this reason, they are free of Iuz, and thus useful to him.”
“Is Lucius a member of the Boneheart? “
“The entity that shares Lucius’ body is a member of the Boneheart.”
“Did Aletha send the Boneheart after us?”
“She did, against her master’s wishes.”
“Does Aletha know who we are?”
“She knows many things, this among them.”
“Is their boat a construct?”
“It is.”
“Will it fight us if we are on its back?”
“No more than a rough sea beneath your feet.”
“The undead at the prow, can it be controlled or dominated by our spells? “
“Yes.”
“Have we drawn the eyes of the Old One? “
“Iuz has larger and more pressing concerns.”
“Are the gnolls within the juggernaut a threat? “
“A man who sleeps with his mouth open might drown in the rain.”
“Is there a dimensional anchor on the vessel? “
“Not yet.”
-----
By the time Dabus returns to his companions, they have equipped themselves, and made ready. Heydricus is beaming, Prisantha seems to be concentrating, Jespo looks squeamish, and Gwendolyn is trying to appear composed. Radga, for her part, helps Elijah with her sword-belts, smiling placidly.
Heydricus opens his portable hole. “Allright,” he barks. “Dabus, you’re going improved invisible and will teleport in with Pris and I. The rest of you—into the bag.”
55: Making a List, and checkin’ it twice.
Upon their return to Cur’ruth, Elenthal and C’min are quickly dispatched to Stoink to take up a secret appraisal of the Lord’s full organization and strength. Elijah wishes to go, but it is felt that her previous dealings with the Lord might jeopardize the mission.
“Don’t worry,” Heydricus says, patting The List. “We’ll have plenty for you to do.”
The next item before the Liberators is the retrieval and resurrection of all their former adventuring companions who are still partially whole and ultimately, willing. Unfortunately, first condition narrows the list to only Esril and Lucius, and Lucius may prove intractable in his current undead state.
Therefore, it is decided that Esril should be the first. The location of her corpse is discerned to be a shallow grave in the Chendl Royal Grounds. Three spells and an hour’s work with a spade later, Esril sits up with a dazed look on her face, the bright Tenh sun shining on the dirt still clinging to her body.
“I have been poisoned!” she says, removing a worm from her mouth.
“Well, that was months ago,” Prisantha says.
“Welome back, Esril,” Heydricus says. “Welcome to Tenh.”
After Esril is bathed, dressed and appraised of current events, it is agreed that Chendl is not a safe place for her any longer, and she is offered a position as Swordmistress for the Liberation Army of Tenh.
“I accept,” she says warmly. “Kelanen’s work be done.”
-----
The Liberators stand around Prisantha’s crystal ball. Jespo and Regda hold hands, and Gwendolyn offers scrying advice. Prisantha focuses on Lucius, and after a minute, an image appears.
Lucius is seen to be standing at the railing of what looks for all the world like a sailing vessel, except where the sea should be, scrub plain and rocky hillside roll past. Lucius stands next to two figures; a stocky, heavily-armored dwarf, his eyebrows, hair and beard braided together with small bones, stands to Lucius’ left. On his right is an effete, exceptionally tall elf, dressed in bright colors, his skin so pale as to almost seem colorless.
Beyond the elf, toward the fore of the vessel, a tall forecastle emerges from the deck and is joined with a massive ramming spike. Several gnolls come and go, manipulating a system of levers and pulleys set into the deck of the forecastle. Most disturbingly, an impossibly large giant is impaled through the back by the spike, its arms bound behind it and lashed to the prow of the vessel with thick bands of razor-wire.
Lucius gazes over the railing, watching the scenery go past.
“Does any of this look familiar, Maturin?” The elf asks.
Lucius does not look at him. “I told you, I’ve never been here before.”
The dwarf laughs and says, “We shall see, creature, we shall see. Play us false, and you will kiss Ombi’s axe.”
Lucius hands the dwarf a dagger. “Maybe you should kill me with this, instead,” he says sardonically.
Ombi scowls as he takes the blade. “This is my dagger!”
“And be careful with it,” Lucius says. “I poisoned the blade.” Lucius turns to fix the dwarf with a withering gaze. “Or the hilt, I forget which.” Ombi drops the dagger to the deck and reaches for his axe.
“Peace, Lord Ombi,” the elf says, reaching across the undead assassin to place a restraining hand on the dwarf’s arm. “Friend Lucius was merely having a jest. He will soon learn what place humor has within the Boneshadow. We will teach him what we find amusing once we make Nevond Nevnend.”
-----
“The Boneshadow!” Heydricus gasps with delight.
Lord Ombi, Sunifarel Brightrobe—“Killer” Keak, Dorag the Butcher, Gleed Thrice-Decieved and Griswald Hairhand. The most infamous adventuring group in the Flannaes, the Boneshadow are Iuz’ personal trouble-shooters, given the assignments that His clergy cannot, or will not undertake. There is not an adventurer in all the land who has not heard of the foul doings of the Boneshadow. It is said by those in the know that during the Greyhawk Wars, the fall of the Horned Lands was nearly entirely due to the efforts of the Boneshadow. It was in that conflict that Dorag the Butcher gained his epithet: untold thousands of innocents were murdered when Dorag led his calvary in a victory march from Molag back to Dorokka, on a red-carpet of human bodies.
“I don’t know . . .” Jespo says.
“Don’t know what?” Heydricus cuts him off. “Whether we go now, or prepare spells first?”
“Let me speak with Tritherion,” Dabus says. “We should not go in blind.”
-----
Dabus’ personal sanctuary is a warm and lovingly decorated place. Ritual regalia of Tritherion’s faith is tastefully placed throughout the small niche where he meditates, giving a silent testimony to the depths of his faith.
“Great Lord Tritherion, Father and Mother to Retribution, heed your faithful servant,” Dabus begins.
“You have my ear, Dabus Twice-Born. What would you have of Me?”
“We have seen the Boneheart. Do they have powerful allies with them other than these gnolls?”
“They do.”
“More than ten creatures?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a wizard amongst their membership?”
“There are several.”
“Is there a priest among them?”
“No.”
“Do they have a blackguard amongst their number?”
“No, for they disparage the gods, and cannot abide men of faith. For this reason, they are free of Iuz, and thus useful to him.”
“Is Lucius a member of the Boneheart? “
“The entity that shares Lucius’ body is a member of the Boneheart.”
“Did Aletha send the Boneheart after us?”
“She did, against her master’s wishes.”
“Does Aletha know who we are?”
“She knows many things, this among them.”
“Is their boat a construct?”
“It is.”
“Will it fight us if we are on its back?”
“No more than a rough sea beneath your feet.”
“The undead at the prow, can it be controlled or dominated by our spells? “
“Yes.”
“Have we drawn the eyes of the Old One? “
“Iuz has larger and more pressing concerns.”
“Are the gnolls within the juggernaut a threat? “
“A man who sleeps with his mouth open might drown in the rain.”
“Is there a dimensional anchor on the vessel? “
“Not yet.”
-----
By the time Dabus returns to his companions, they have equipped themselves, and made ready. Heydricus is beaming, Prisantha seems to be concentrating, Jespo looks squeamish, and Gwendolyn is trying to appear composed. Radga, for her part, helps Elijah with her sword-belts, smiling placidly.
Heydricus opens his portable hole. “Allright,” he barks. “Dabus, you’re going improved invisible and will teleport in with Pris and I. The rest of you—into the bag.”
Derrick Reeves
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All-right! The Liberators go forth to vanquish The List!
I can't wait for the next installment.
No, really.
I can't.
I want it now.
Now!
I can't wait for the next installment.
No, really.
I can't.
I want it now.
Now!
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