Immortality or bust

1, 7 and Ouch!

Marios sat at the edge of the hole, ‘Now what had the glowing figure said’ Marios thought to himself…. “Scratched by thorns, plunged into water”, nowhere could he remember they had to been any reference to being ‘Gouged by a 20 foot demon with horns so sharp and pointy that it would take a good tailor weeks to fix his doublet…. and then generally getting tossed all over the place and stamped on…. and don’t even get me started on those bloody shadow wolves’

Anyway, and on with our story… Where were we, oh yes, sitting on the edge of a hole. That’s the problem with being a bold, brave, (and even if I do say it myself, devilishly handsome) adventurous type, you tend to find yourself in these situations from time to time; staring into a dark hole, wondering what is actually at the bottom of it, and more importantly WHY you are the one that has to ALWAYS go into it to find out!!??

Marios gazes up at his companions. Nix, a mighty mage, with his ghastly old boots!! You would think that a bit of polish would not be out of the question! Saf, the ever smiling draconian… well, I presume he is smiling, either that or he is hungry, and Marios don’t even want to think about what he eats, although he did wonder how he keeps his teeth so clean? Kathra, a shining light in the darkness, so beautiful, so demure, so kind and yet so Dangerous! Not the kind of woman to get on the wrong side of. Marios made a mental note to be nicer to Kathra, maybe buy her some flowers, or something? Then finally his eyes turned to Gildak. Marios could always know where to find Gildak, the scent of unwashed, vertically challenged biped (is it politically correct to say dwarf?) was unmistakable, and although he would be without doubt a great drinking partner (possibly even to rival his fighting ability) he was also the most rancid and filthy individual that Marios had ever come across (apart from that night in a tavern several years ago, but he had been young, drunk and left with a rash that had not cleared up for months!!)

They all grinned eagerly at Marios (Sef more than the others) waiting for him to step off into the abyss …………..

“Today’s adventures were brought to you by the numbers 1 and 7 and the word ‘Ouch!’ ”

The friendly pat on Marios’ back from Kathra seemed more like a push, as he headed into the dark, corpse filled pit, if only he had a light! As if reading his thoughts a wooden torch flew in from above, Nix’s grinning face could be seen at the top of the shaft, he seemed only slightly disappointed that he had missed Marios with the wooden projectile. After a brief search of the stench filled pit, Marios found the Raven Skull Rod, for which they had been looking and clambered back out of the pit.

A pathway had opened in the Mist, as they always did once these relics had been discovered, or the mysteries had been completed. The group gathered itself together, apart from Saf, who had found a patch of sunlight and hissed and anyone that tried to disturb his half slumber. Kathra ensured the group that it was due to the grievous wounds that he had suffered in the previous battles, but Marios was unsure, but knew better than to argue.

They headed off into the Mist, Nix leading the way… of course, they got lost. Nix after a while pulled out a quill and parchment to make a map of the pathways, embellishing it with beautiful designs and symbols, either that of he was conducting some kind of ritual that finally brought them to a squat stone building that smelt of old books and smoke. It soon became clear why, the building was, in fact, a library and the smoke was coming from the large fire that a Non-Vertically Challenged (can we say Giant?) person had built out of the contents. Nailed to the doorway by a selection of quills was (as Kathra pointed out to the group) ‘A dead… oh hold on a second… alive!’ male elf.

Marios and Kathra rescued the elf, known as Ionder, while Nix went running off (again) towards the fire muttering under his breath something about the horror of burning parchment, and the ill effects the smoke can have on people breaking in the fumes. There was a brief battle in which Ionder made everyone vanish from the Giant and his spider-like minion’s view, apart from Marios, who received a battering, like which he had never received before! Marios made another ’Mental Note to Self’ involving trying to not get squashed to a bloody pulp.

Gildak amazed everyone with his amazing footwork and showed off to the giant by moving his axe from one hand to another, but other than that, did not really hit anything. The group was impressed and commented (often) that maybe he should take up a new career on the stage.

After the battle Kathra peeled Marios’ blood soaked body off the wall, where it hung, in a near life-less state, while Ionder formally introduced himself to the rest of the companions. Ionder was a follower of the Raven Queen and was looking for information in the Library when it was attacked by a Nasty vertically challenged person (OK a Dwarf) riding a wyvern, who had killed him (it would appear that the mere presence of the group had brought him back from the dead… curious!) and, he also, was on the same quest to assist his patron that the fellowship was currently undertaking. It was decided that he could be useful (having already proved this) and allowed to join the group to achieve their aims.

Ionder and Nix started to ransack the Raven Queens alter at the back of the library for anything useful, which seemed this was exactly what was required, as another pathway opened in the Mist. Pockets bulging with tomes and scrolls they emerged, giggling like school girls to themselves and discussing what great arcane power they had looted… errr …found, it was obvious that they had very quickly become close friends.

Gildak sat looking at his mighty battle-axe, as if for the first time, wondering to himself which end he should use in the future. Then he remembered the first rule he was taught in the dwarven fighting pits, ‘Pointy end goes in the bad guys’. Gildak got to his feet with a smelly shrug and stomped off ahead of the group though the Mist.

The Mist parted once again onto a large open Plaza containing a Pyramid with a flattened area at its top, at the corners were four pillars, on three of which were flayed skin creatures, the nasty type that pull off bits of their own flesh and throw it at you. On the fourth pillar sat a wyvern, it tails swinging from side to side, its eyes burning with malice. At the top of the Pyramid stood (yes, I will say it) A DWARF, in full, black plate mail carrying a wicked looking axe, beside him lay the body of a female figure, it’s sprit floating above.

Gildak (who as previously mentioned) was having problems with his own mighty weapon, immediately charged forward to discuss in depth how to use it properly, and then was given a demonstration of the way it could be used. The wyvern flew down to breath its rancid breath on the remained of the group, while they tried to dodge the fleshy globules of the undead creatures that rained down on them. The dark armored Dwarf known as “Muurrmmerrr” pulled a vessel from his belt and a Lich appeared at his side and skeletal horses arose from the ground.

It was at that point that literally All Hell broke loose! …………….


Tieflings & Demons
... or "What we did in our Winter Holidays"

We stood looking at the temple before us, it itself an iconic representation of the slide into entropy which time and decay brings to all things, observing the roving undead in it’s grounds and listening to the shark toothed diabolist chanting within.

Marios got on with it, moving ahead to see the lay of the land whilst the balance of our company discussed the finer differences between charging in (on foot) charging in (by flying) and charging in (by teleportation). Needless to say the debate raged until the slight (but extraordinarily well groomed) man returned and with a slight cough, and an angled poise which would have had the most hardened of crones in a swoon, Marios announced ‘Tiefling, Fishlizardsnakes, Ghouls, … and we’re flying’

So we did, Nix invoking the Breath of the Desert Dragon (and with a moments confusion as he tried to avoid being the first to expose himself, and not in a good way)and Gildak began the Flight of the (short) Valkyrie, leading Saf, Kathra, Marios and finally Nix in a two stage airborne assault.

There was a great and mighty battle which basically ended with Gildak and Saf stamping on the face of the tiefling until his little horney-worneys snapped. There was considerable pain on our own behalf as the fishey-snakey-lizardey things proved to be quite unpleasent, but nothing that the stern matronly ‘pull yourself together man’ healing approach of Kathra couldnt resolve whicht at the same time getting right in the face of the ghouls. There were the beginnings of some bottom jokes.

Once the fight was over we came to the conclusion that Gildak wasn’t going to take a bath in the special water which one of us needed to be bathed, and whilst debate raged, Marios just leapt in. We heard the ringing of a bell, and in the distance a great spire was seen with a light at the top. A bit like last time, and so we headed off, almost leaving behind a great stack of gems and jewelry as the improvised “laise faire”-off got silly. Someone has them now anyway…

Walking onwards the path twisted and turned, giving a moments concern we might have been better off taking ‘the other path’ (something we need to look into at some point) we eventually came to a squat blocky monastery type place, again displaying the signature pristine to destroyed sliding scale. Our strategising was cut short as a deep voice was heard to laugh as a rag doll body was seen thrown through the air.

Marios was already scouting ahead, though it seemed the guard hounds were waiting for him and one proceeded to bite his face off. A terrible and bloody fight followed, and whilst no-one died, it wasn’t for a lack of trying on both sides! We eventually laid low a great demon, his obsidian knight-like guardians and the pesky hounds of smoke and shadow which blinded people with the ash and darkness they left behind in the air.

We ended sitting around a hole in the ground, confident that something quite interesting was down the bottom…

Petitioning the Raven
Pierced by Thorns.

“You would think that dwarven tact, poise and grace couldn’t fit into such a diminuitive body such as our little, walking, talking fragrant warrior…” Saf watched as the dwarf led them up the steps and added “You’d be right…” Swinging his spear wide, out and over the misty chasm beside the mountain stair, Saf paced beside Kathra who gently patted her Warhammer, almost dusting it off. Nix delicately bowed allowing Marios to stride forward.

Ahead of the heroes, a cross shaped edifice sat upon the plateau, half torn and sundered, wrapped in thorns the other half resplendent as if the masons had just blown the last of the dust of thier labours away. Scattered as if torn dolls, the bodies of the honourable lay strewn, recently killed, ominous shadows within could not hide the distinctive Infernal utterings of a ritual and blatantly risen as undead a ghoulish mass of limbs and torsos lumbered into view.

Saf was on the run towards it before the alarm was raised, Marios and Gildak following cautiously and not so cautiously. Then ‘hell’ broke loose.

Dark strands of power slammed into Saf, coiling his draconic spine in arching agony as necromantic forces struck him, and the horde of undeath made themselves known.

“Oh.” Marios evaluated the situation, noting foulslingers and a rather pale looking witch. and within the building a ritual of some form and more things that the layman would call ‘ghoul’. Having noted the situation, taken stock of what the pay-off might be, it boiled down to the simple economics of “This will be so much easier if everyone is alive” and set about working out his most effective kill-path for the next 30 heart beats… and waited for 4 of them.

Nix was looking a little harder at the situation. The walls and slight dome within the building would allow for a magical resonance, which if timed should permit for some serious devastation and probably a lot of adulation and potential for posturing for actually achieving something; unlike some…

“Can… not… lift… one… foot… infront… of.. other…” Grunted Gildak, suffering in the same vein as Saf but without such a long spinal column was far more resilient against such ghoulish mummery… He wouldn’t normally mind but this sort of inability to move was normally reserved to moments when he was cataclysmically pissed on Duegar Stout…

Chains of undeath, hooked and barbed dragged bright white bones onto humanoid form and the Necromancer casually bound power after power, and hindered each and every one.

Kathra worked hard, damned hard to catch the wounds of these fellows;but the simplest of ploys made things hard… If you can’t see them, how bad are they?

Nix conjured a Firewyrm, which lay a blazen path across the ghoul ranks and, sure enough found the correct magical angle, which, future philosophers will eventually recognise as a potential step to god-hood, but for now, Nix was quite happy to have the after image of so much destruction glowing like embers in the retinas of his, and his friends eyes…

Marios’ path surely did create death, but at a great cost, Kathra didn’t expect To need to look after him but tended to his wounds with one of her Runes. The Runes cast this day saved them all.

As with all heroic battles, the final blow was to lay the necromancer dead… Well Actuallt=y the final blow was from Saf who decided to carry on hitting the body on the floor… He said “Just to be certain!” but it did come across as if the necromantic fugue that held him at bay might not have cleared completely.

Binding wounds and checking the signs, Marios led the way on. Pierced by Thorns, he uncovered the paths within the mists.. North to the beacon above the cistern of water, and east to unknown parts.

The Raven is in dire need our heroes hear… Our heroes, within the hour are preparing to assault A Tiefing upon a bridge…

End of chapter the first

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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