The Unusual Heroes Enter The City of the Spider Queen!
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Avangel,
Lathander should be in full support of Ziona trying to redeem the dark elves. He is the god of new beginnings.
My normal group plays Forgotten Realms as well. We managed to forge an alliance between Eilistraee and Lathander when an Eilistraeean priestess obtained a Sunsword in Myth Drannor that was made by Lathanderites . The sword was deemed a symbol of the new alliance between the two faiths.
It seemed fitting that dawn lord would support Eilistraee's message of redemption and new beginning on the surface.
As a chosen of Lathander, follow your god's professed dogma, and help redeem those dark elves and give them hope of a better and brighter future on the surface of Faerun. The dawnlord will welcome them into the light if they repent...)
Doing Lathander's will does not always mean striking down evil, sometimes it means defeating evil through redemption.
Just some words from a player who also enjoys playing followers of Lathander..)
Avangel,
Lathander should be in full support of Ziona trying to redeem the dark elves. He is the god of new beginnings.
My normal group plays Forgotten Realms as well. We managed to forge an alliance between Eilistraee and Lathander when an Eilistraeean priestess obtained a Sunsword in Myth Drannor that was made by Lathanderites . The sword was deemed a symbol of the new alliance between the two faiths.
It seemed fitting that dawn lord would support Eilistraee's message of redemption and new beginning on the surface.
As a chosen of Lathander, follow your god's professed dogma, and help redeem those dark elves and give them hope of a better and brighter future on the surface of Faerun. The dawnlord will welcome them into the light if they repent...)
Doing Lathander's will does not always mean striking down evil, sometimes it means defeating evil through redemption.
Just some words from a player who also enjoys playing followers of Lathander..)
Hey, I'm lawful good. Anyone we take alive I want to bring into the proper authorities but Ziona wants to set them free thinking they'll not get a fair chance at justice in human lands. It's a big issue but you guys will see.. rumor has it the bard is writing storyhour again! whoo hoo!
Rumor also has it that gamenight tonight will be BRUTAL!
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Cool Avangel. If I might venture an idea, we came to a compromise. Our Eilstraaean agreed to set up a prison/redemption camp with other Eilistraaean priests and followers to attempt to convert the dark elves captured from the CotSQ to Eilistraae's faith. If your Dm allows it, Ziona might make arrangements with other Eilistraaean's to do something similar which would probably be acceptable to you. Just throwing an idea out.
I can't wait to see this story. This module is very deadly, and I I figure Xaltar will spice it up with some of his own even more ruthless creations.
Cool Avangel. If I might venture an idea, we came to a compromise. Our Eilstraaean agreed to set up a prison/redemption camp with other Eilistraaean priests and followers to attempt to convert the dark elves captured from the CotSQ to Eilistraae's faith. If your Dm allows it, Ziona might make arrangements with other Eilistraaean's to do something similar which would probably be acceptable to you. Just throwing an idea out.
I can't wait to see this story. This module is very deadly, and I I figure Xaltar will spice it up with some of his own even more ruthless creations.
Ziona
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In Two Years Time
tap tap tap
The portly halfling looked up from his tub full of suds and glanced toward the door. He saw nothing, but he had definitely heard something. He raised a burly eyebrow and dried his hands on a dishrag. If someone was tapping at this time of day, it could only mean one thing. He crossed the room and swung the door open.
“What are you doing here right now?” he whispered.
Lox looked at his brother Traps, who looked about quickly before stepping into the room.
“I thought maybe you would want to go on a bit of a quest…adventure…thing.”
Lox looked at his brother through tired eyes. The only adventure he had seen lately was the fierce assault of twin two-year-olds and a tired, angry wife.
“That is, if Sally will let you leave,” added Traps with a snicker.
“Hush,” said Lox. “I’m surprised Susie let you roam over here…or was that why you’re lurking around?”
Traps stopped snickering and sighed. He wasn’t even married yet and Susie had just as tight a grip on him as Sally had on Lox. The two brothers missed the dangers and excitement of adventuring, and were often plotting on sneaking off to find some. On a few occasions they had, but the most interesting thing they had accomplished was getting Lox’s curse removed. None of their mini-adventures had been as fulfilling and heroic as the time they spent in Rappan Athuk.
“Where’s Sally anyway?”
“She’s takin’ a nap with the little ones.”
“Good, then we can discuss the plan,” said Traps.
Just then, a cooing sound made Lox and Traps hold their breath. Lox turned around to see his son, Nuttin, tottering towards him.
“Ah, now the boy’s awake,” sighed Lox. “This will have to wait. I have to put Nuttin back to bed, or he’ll never sleep tonight.”
“But Lox, the plan!” hissed Traps in a whisper.
“Not now,” said Lox.
As Lox turned back to pick up Nuttin, little Ziona came wandering into view with a ragdoll in her arms. Nuttin, upon seeing his sister with the toy cried out.
“That’s miiiine!”.
The children began crying and fussing over the toy.
“Oh, no…” Lox moaned, rolling his eyes.
“Lox? What’s going on in there? Tend to the babies,
Lox!”
“Yes, Sally,” sighed Lox scowling at his brother.
“Sorry, Lox…I just thought this would be a good time to discuss…”
“I’ve decided nap-time isn’t a good time to discuss anything Traps,” snapped Lox. “Just go…I have to put them back to bed and finish cleaning the tub of diapers.”
Lox sighed as his brother left. He knew the sun must be shining outdoors, and he imagined the blue sky inviting him out. He thought about the days he had spent traveling and the nights he camped under that great open sky.
How he missed his friends and the adventures they had.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The open sky was something Ziona had not seen in many months. As she walked through Waterdeep, she breathed in the crisp autumn air as the warm rays of the sunfell upon her skin. She felt invigorated to be on the surface again after spending well over a year at Eilistraee’s Promenade in Skullport. The temple housed many worshipers of the Dark Lady, and Ziona felt honored to have been accepted so eagerly. Much of her time was spent in worship, singing hymns or dancing, or patrolling the temple itself. She felt it was difficult to leave, but she had missed the surface, and now that she was back, she was eager to see her friends again.
Circling the sky above her was Rossal. The pseudodragon seemed very pleased to be out in the open sky again. As they walked through Waterdeep, Ziona smiled as she passed The Misty Beard, remembering the meetings and adventures that had taken place there.
“From now on,” she thought, “we’ll have a base of operations.”
Rossal soared back down and landed on her shoulder.
“Headed to the castle, are we?” he communicated.
“Yes,” said Ziona with a smile. “I’m sure Dent has worked hard overseeing it’s completion.”
The half-drow walked with the pseudodragon on her shoulder towards Castle Xyzx, the home of The Unusual Heroes.
The Adventure Continues…
tap tap tap
The portly halfling looked up from his tub full of suds and glanced toward the door. He saw nothing, but he had definitely heard something. He raised a burly eyebrow and dried his hands on a dishrag. If someone was tapping at this time of day, it could only mean one thing. He crossed the room and swung the door open.
“What are you doing here right now?” he whispered.
Lox looked at his brother Traps, who looked about quickly before stepping into the room.
“I thought maybe you would want to go on a bit of a quest…adventure…thing.”
Lox looked at his brother through tired eyes. The only adventure he had seen lately was the fierce assault of twin two-year-olds and a tired, angry wife.
“That is, if Sally will let you leave,” added Traps with a snicker.
“Hush,” said Lox. “I’m surprised Susie let you roam over here…or was that why you’re lurking around?”
Traps stopped snickering and sighed. He wasn’t even married yet and Susie had just as tight a grip on him as Sally had on Lox. The two brothers missed the dangers and excitement of adventuring, and were often plotting on sneaking off to find some. On a few occasions they had, but the most interesting thing they had accomplished was getting Lox’s curse removed. None of their mini-adventures had been as fulfilling and heroic as the time they spent in Rappan Athuk.
“Where’s Sally anyway?”
“She’s takin’ a nap with the little ones.”
“Good, then we can discuss the plan,” said Traps.
Just then, a cooing sound made Lox and Traps hold their breath. Lox turned around to see his son, Nuttin, tottering towards him.
“Ah, now the boy’s awake,” sighed Lox. “This will have to wait. I have to put Nuttin back to bed, or he’ll never sleep tonight.”
“But Lox, the plan!” hissed Traps in a whisper.
“Not now,” said Lox.
As Lox turned back to pick up Nuttin, little Ziona came wandering into view with a ragdoll in her arms. Nuttin, upon seeing his sister with the toy cried out.
“That’s miiiine!”.
The children began crying and fussing over the toy.
“Oh, no…” Lox moaned, rolling his eyes.
“Lox? What’s going on in there? Tend to the babies,
Lox!”
“Yes, Sally,” sighed Lox scowling at his brother.
“Sorry, Lox…I just thought this would be a good time to discuss…”
“I’ve decided nap-time isn’t a good time to discuss anything Traps,” snapped Lox. “Just go…I have to put them back to bed and finish cleaning the tub of diapers.”
Lox sighed as his brother left. He knew the sun must be shining outdoors, and he imagined the blue sky inviting him out. He thought about the days he had spent traveling and the nights he camped under that great open sky.
How he missed his friends and the adventures they had.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The open sky was something Ziona had not seen in many months. As she walked through Waterdeep, she breathed in the crisp autumn air as the warm rays of the sunfell upon her skin. She felt invigorated to be on the surface again after spending well over a year at Eilistraee’s Promenade in Skullport. The temple housed many worshipers of the Dark Lady, and Ziona felt honored to have been accepted so eagerly. Much of her time was spent in worship, singing hymns or dancing, or patrolling the temple itself. She felt it was difficult to leave, but she had missed the surface, and now that she was back, she was eager to see her friends again.
Circling the sky above her was Rossal. The pseudodragon seemed very pleased to be out in the open sky again. As they walked through Waterdeep, Ziona smiled as she passed The Misty Beard, remembering the meetings and adventures that had taken place there.
“From now on,” she thought, “we’ll have a base of operations.”
Rossal soared back down and landed on her shoulder.
“Headed to the castle, are we?” he communicated.
“Yes,” said Ziona with a smile. “I’m sure Dent has worked hard overseeing it’s completion.”
The half-drow walked with the pseudodragon on her shoulder towards Castle Xyzx, the home of The Unusual Heroes.
The Adventure Continues…
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Hooray!
Ziona
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Castle Xyzx
Gnettles Von’Pye levitated to the top shelf of the bookcase that stretched from the floor to the ceiling in the library of Castle Xyzx. (He found it easier and far more enjoyable than climbing the ladder with his short gnomish legs). It was there that he placed an ancient looking tome with yellowing pages.
“That should do it.”
He had spent quite a bit of time traveling in search of unique and interesting books and items for the library. As he levitated back to the floor, a squeal of laughter notified him that Nuttin Lumley was in the library again. Relieved that he had put his newest, rare find out of the reach of tiny halfling fingers, Gnettles looked around for the child. As he rounded the corner, the sorcerer found Lox snoring at one of the tables. Little Ziona was snoozing under the table with her rag doll tucked under one arm.
“LOX!”
“Huh? Wha…oh, it’s you…whattaya want, Gnettles? Can’tcha see I’m tryin’ to sleep?”
“Lox, the library is not the place for a nap, nor is it a nursery for halfling children,” scolded Gnettles. “Why did you even come in here?”
Lox looked up at Gnettles with drowsy eyes.
“Sally told me to take the tykes for awhile because she needed to rest,” he yawned. “This is the only place I knew she wouldn’t come looking for me.”
“Lox, you must take the children elsewhere! I will not tolerate…”
Gnettles stopped short when Nuttin tottered into sight and pointed directly at him.
“Net-toos!”
The frustration melted from the gnomes face. He smiled absently at the child, then crossed the room and hefted the child up.
“Please Lox…your children are cute, but at least take them to the common room.”
Lox sighed. He picked up the slumbering Ziona and carried her out to the common room followed by the laughing Nuttin, who was happily levitating in Gnettles’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Downstairs, Dent stood talking to Doc about his time spent with the elves.
“I noticed the facial tattoo,” said Doc eyeballing Dent’s cheek. “Meet any elven beauties during your stay?”
“Well,” said Dent with a slight smile, “there was a girl named Jelifer, but…”
“The maidens love heroics, Dent,” interrupted Doc. “That’s one of the rewards of being an investigator for the City Watch.”
Dent, who had only been back a few days from his trek to Cormanthor where he learned much from the elves, realized Doc was still far too excited about his standing with the City Watch to truly listen to him.
Near the fireplace, Haley roared affectionately when she noticed Lox and Gnettles bringing in the children. The magical tiger was always a protective and loving playmate for the babies without being too rough.
“Ah, here come the lil’ Lumleys!” beamed Doc.
Any conversation that was currently running through the duelists head suddenly disappeared as he trotted anxiously towards Lox and the kids.
Then came a knocking at the door that surprised the companions somewhat. They knew that Avangel wasn’t supposed to be returning from his quest for another tenday, and everyone else was already here…except for one…
Dent opened the door to find Ziona squinting her eyes and smiling, while Rossal flew around her in delighted circles.
“Ziona! Welcome back, my friend!” exclaimed Dent.
“Thank you, Dent. It’s wonderful to be back.”
“Miss Ziona!” cried Lox.
At the sound of her name, little Ziona Lumley looked up. Both of the “lil’ Lumleys” beamed when they saw Rossal.
Ziona came in and sat in the common room with her friends and they discussed the things they had done during their time apart. Ziona told her companions about The Promenade, while Dent spoke of his time in the woods of Cormanthor. Doc talked excitedly about investigating, and Gnettles described the places he had visited searching for his rarities. Lox explained how, between taking care of the kids and Sally, he and Traps found adventures together.
“And where is Chosen of Lathander?” asked Ziona. “I have not seen Avangel yet.”
“Avangel was asked by the Church of Lathander to accompany Lady Avris Dawnbreak on a Holy Quest,” explained Gnettles. “He should be returning within a tenday.”
“Yes,” chimed Doc. “In a tenday we will be complete once more! Assembled for Justice!”
Doc stood up quickly with a raised fist, which startled the children, causing them to cry out at the same time.
“Oh, Doc,” whined Lox. “They were just quieting down…”
“Yes, well,” smirked Gnettles. “Let’s show you your living quarters, Ziona.”
The Adventure Continues…
Gnettles Von’Pye levitated to the top shelf of the bookcase that stretched from the floor to the ceiling in the library of Castle Xyzx. (He found it easier and far more enjoyable than climbing the ladder with his short gnomish legs). It was there that he placed an ancient looking tome with yellowing pages.
“That should do it.”
He had spent quite a bit of time traveling in search of unique and interesting books and items for the library. As he levitated back to the floor, a squeal of laughter notified him that Nuttin Lumley was in the library again. Relieved that he had put his newest, rare find out of the reach of tiny halfling fingers, Gnettles looked around for the child. As he rounded the corner, the sorcerer found Lox snoring at one of the tables. Little Ziona was snoozing under the table with her rag doll tucked under one arm.
“LOX!”
“Huh? Wha…oh, it’s you…whattaya want, Gnettles? Can’tcha see I’m tryin’ to sleep?”
“Lox, the library is not the place for a nap, nor is it a nursery for halfling children,” scolded Gnettles. “Why did you even come in here?”
Lox looked up at Gnettles with drowsy eyes.
“Sally told me to take the tykes for awhile because she needed to rest,” he yawned. “This is the only place I knew she wouldn’t come looking for me.”
“Lox, you must take the children elsewhere! I will not tolerate…”
Gnettles stopped short when Nuttin tottered into sight and pointed directly at him.
“Net-toos!”
The frustration melted from the gnomes face. He smiled absently at the child, then crossed the room and hefted the child up.
“Please Lox…your children are cute, but at least take them to the common room.”
Lox sighed. He picked up the slumbering Ziona and carried her out to the common room followed by the laughing Nuttin, who was happily levitating in Gnettles’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Downstairs, Dent stood talking to Doc about his time spent with the elves.
“I noticed the facial tattoo,” said Doc eyeballing Dent’s cheek. “Meet any elven beauties during your stay?”
“Well,” said Dent with a slight smile, “there was a girl named Jelifer, but…”
“The maidens love heroics, Dent,” interrupted Doc. “That’s one of the rewards of being an investigator for the City Watch.”
Dent, who had only been back a few days from his trek to Cormanthor where he learned much from the elves, realized Doc was still far too excited about his standing with the City Watch to truly listen to him.
Near the fireplace, Haley roared affectionately when she noticed Lox and Gnettles bringing in the children. The magical tiger was always a protective and loving playmate for the babies without being too rough.
“Ah, here come the lil’ Lumleys!” beamed Doc.
Any conversation that was currently running through the duelists head suddenly disappeared as he trotted anxiously towards Lox and the kids.
Then came a knocking at the door that surprised the companions somewhat. They knew that Avangel wasn’t supposed to be returning from his quest for another tenday, and everyone else was already here…except for one…
Dent opened the door to find Ziona squinting her eyes and smiling, while Rossal flew around her in delighted circles.
“Ziona! Welcome back, my friend!” exclaimed Dent.
“Thank you, Dent. It’s wonderful to be back.”
“Miss Ziona!” cried Lox.
At the sound of her name, little Ziona Lumley looked up. Both of the “lil’ Lumleys” beamed when they saw Rossal.
Ziona came in and sat in the common room with her friends and they discussed the things they had done during their time apart. Ziona told her companions about The Promenade, while Dent spoke of his time in the woods of Cormanthor. Doc talked excitedly about investigating, and Gnettles described the places he had visited searching for his rarities. Lox explained how, between taking care of the kids and Sally, he and Traps found adventures together.
“And where is Chosen of Lathander?” asked Ziona. “I have not seen Avangel yet.”
“Avangel was asked by the Church of Lathander to accompany Lady Avris Dawnbreak on a Holy Quest,” explained Gnettles. “He should be returning within a tenday.”
“Yes,” chimed Doc. “In a tenday we will be complete once more! Assembled for Justice!”
Doc stood up quickly with a raised fist, which startled the children, causing them to cry out at the same time.
“Oh, Doc,” whined Lox. “They were just quieting down…”
“Yes, well,” smirked Gnettles. “Let’s show you your living quarters, Ziona.”
The Adventure Continues…
Dr Midnight
Explorer
Awesome!! I could just read about "Net-toos" and the Lumleys for a story hour. How about it? It could be called "The Unusual Heroes Brave the Perils of Von Pye's Library!" or something.
Adventuring parties during their "off hours" always seems to do more for me than descriptions of combat.
Great work, Ziona.
P.S. I want more Doc, and I think the readers agree. Look, poor Tsunami is crying, he wants more Doc to read about. Won't you make him happy? And Sniktch, Celtavian, and all the others... they cry out for Doc. Give them what they want. How's that old saying go? "It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets Celtavian." Something like that. Anyway- blah blah, more Doc.
FOR JUSTICE!!
Adventuring parties during their "off hours" always seems to do more for me than descriptions of combat.
Great work, Ziona.
P.S. I want more Doc, and I think the readers agree. Look, poor Tsunami is crying, he wants more Doc to read about. Won't you make him happy? And Sniktch, Celtavian, and all the others... they cry out for Doc. Give them what they want. How's that old saying go? "It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets Celtavian." Something like that. Anyway- blah blah, more Doc.
FOR JUSTICE!!
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