tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153049732009-02-21T09:59:39.572-06:00A running commentary and description of the events of a Dungeons and Dragons game set in Ashfar from <u>The Drow War</u> series written by Adrian Bott and published by Mongoose Publishing. <br> <br> <br>WARNING: There are significant spoilers in this blog. If you intend to play (not DM) this campaign, do yourself a favor: don't read this blog.Brent Nallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10407612755472017511noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304973.post-1149688196779463642006-06-07T08:42:00.000-05:002006-06-07T08:49:56.786-05:00

The inn was loud and full of life. Seebo sat with Rygorh and Neil at a table in the Pig & Whistle Tavern enjoying an evening ale. The two clerics were discussing something about their recent crafting activities. Seebo looked interested for the sake of the company but actually didn't hear a word they said. His attention was focused on the patrons of the inn. He enjoyed watching people, see how

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"I didn't want to be a leader. I'm not a leader. I just want to do what I want to do. I never asked to be here. I never asked to be a Starborn or to try and stop this invasion. I'm an insignificant nobody from a small island in the middle of nowhere. "But if I don't do it who will? We've managed to skate by barely surviving sometimes. We spend countless hours arguing over what to do and never

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Crescent City, June 29 - July 8 On the morning of June 29 all of the tower bells in Crescent City are ringing and criers are calling out the news of the day: King Titus has announced a full alliance with the drow who will assist in the war against Ghael! The drow have asked only that they be allowed to live and worship freely within the bounds of Caldraza. In exchange they will provide

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This is an archive of the past player-posted fiction from Chapter Eleven: Neil: Magic Items Seebo: Reflections on Leadership Seebo: Annie Brookhollow Next Post

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Magic items . . . the power of spells permanently imbued into physical gear. Nothing feels like a new piece of equipment being suffused with magic. The glow and pulse of the energy. The echoes of spells cast and prayers chanted. The scent of fresh incense burning in the censer. And then . . . birth is given to a new device. Spells are great; don't get me wrong. They are the conduit of

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Crescent City, midnight June 28 You feel as if you are falling down an endless tunnel, with walls of rough rock. Bats whirr through the darkness and strange, vast fungal growths bulge from the damp stone. You suddenly realise that you are dreaming but the realisation does not wake you. You are being whirled through the air at tremendous speed, down and down and yet further down. Then there is

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Crescent City, June 22 - 28 Yet another week of crafting for Rygorh and Neil: Neil finishes crafting Dinah's gloves of dexterity +2. Neil crafts bracers of natural armor +1 for Alev. Neil crafts a cloak of charisma +2 for Alev. Rygorh completes Ashton's flaming longbow +1. Rygorh begins enchanting his armor to +2. Meanwhile, others of the Starborn investigated the

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Crescent City, June 15 - 21 As another week passes, Neil and Rygorh continue their work on crafting magical items for the Starborn: Rygorh completes work on Casey's armor . . . now +2. Rygorh increases the enchantment on Kettle's armor to +2. Rygorh begins work on a magical flaming longbow for Ashton. Neil completes work on Dinah's amulet of natural armor (with help from a

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Crescent City, June 8 - 14 The Starborn are spending some time getting some well-earned rest . . . well, most of them anyway. Rygorh and Neil are crafting magical items for the party: Neil completes a +2 Amulet of Health for Alev. Neil increases the enchantment on Casey's Cloak of Resistance to +2. Rygorh increases the enchantment on Tilk's armor to +2. Rygorh increases the

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The heroes determine to save the swamp elves from the terrible vargouille infestation. Beforehand they decide to make a cursory inspection of the city for possible drow activity and to also work on keeping Elizabeth Saunders from standing trial for a murder they believe she did not commit . . . Neil usese his magic to investigate the area. He searches for drow sleep poison while wind walking

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Having gotten permission from Governor Malthus, Rygorh has determined to present a speech to the swamp elves of Crescent City in hopes of rallying them to help defend Crescent City from the drow. He has used his contacts among the elves to gather a great number of them near the central town square where they will hear his words and take them back to their villages: Swamp Elves of Caldraza

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May 31, 998 CE Neil begins an intensive search of Crescent City . . . he's attempting to locate any drow in the city by looking for poison and or holy symbols commonly in their possession. Air walk and longstrider provides extensive mobility while locate object spells work to pinpoint nearby items of interest. Neil initially concentrates on finding drow sleep poison in each of the four

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I spent most of the next day or so to myself allowing the others to plot deviously by themselves if they so wished. My primary concern was to seek out new spells and the locations of the hidden shrines. I was also very concerned about these rumors of a slave revolt. Funny how a man can be completely changed as the Gods step in and direct their lives according to divine plan. A couple months

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May 31, 998 CE The heroes have regained their Starborn items and are ready to face the Host. There are a few loose ends to tie up. What will you do about the poor lady accused of murder? Surely she is not the face thief. What about the Vargouilles rampaging in the Swamp Elf lands? What about the possibility of the Swamp Elves revolting? What are the Drow up to? Alev has arranged to meet

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'Patience is a virtue.' Or so I was told when I was a young boy. I never understood what that really meant. Honestly, if there's something I want or something I need, I'd just take it. This time though, just taking it might land me an ear-to-ear smile if you get my drift. Not wanting to make enemies in Crescent City – well not yet anyway – I tried fervently to arrange a meeting with Lord Raglan,

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After a week or so in Crescent City, back from their visit with the Ragged Man, the Starborn are set on finding a way to get to their Starborn Signature Items. They have spent time talking with Governor Malthus, Archbishop Vigilance Derrick, attempted to contact Lord Raglan of one of the thieves' guilds and even sought out the forbidden religions of the Avillon pantheon. They visited the bank,

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April 24, 998 CE Crescent City is quite an interesting place. We have spent the better part of the last week searching around for clues while Rygorh and Neil are working on various projects. Got a nice pair of gloves made by Neil, these should greatly help getting my spells to land where I want them. The group has decided to leave Crescent City and go straight for the Ragged Man. I did not

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I always thought life was just waking up in the morning, putting on your furs, grabbing your bow and making ready for the hunt. Seems in the past few weeks things have not been that easy. I've had to find resolve, make hard decisions that I never thought I would have to. I've lost friends to battle and death. Even I have died to creatures similar to those that killed my parents. My heart has

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I haven't said anything on this topic before because I wasn't all that concerned with it. Seebo and Kettle are insistent that we need a leader. Alev, Neil, Dinah and I pretty much will go with that, I think. Rygorh is insistent that we don't need one. OK, for the sake of that argument; diplomacy rules and we have a leader who votes with the majority. Once the leader decides on a side then we

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Well, we obviously did not make it to the temple as unnoticed as I would have liked. After meeting with a band of Drow and on very nasty dark dwarf seems that our argument as to where to go next was settled for us since Casey fell in battle. Using our new orb, which indicated that there was a node within Crescent City so off we went without hesitation or argument which was nice for a change.

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Back in Crescent City, we didn't even stop to unload before we made our way to the Node. It turns out the orb led us to the Town Hall. What a great place to put a Node! I mean, it wasn't as if everything else in our lives wasn't difficult enough that now we had to convince the leaders of this city to let us just wander around the Town Hall so we can raise our dead friend. This one would take some

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"I've come to expect the tests. I know what you're doing. You're not surprising me with them anymore. This was a good one but I beat you, admit it. "The dwarf was skilled, I'll give you that. In some areas I'll even admit he's better than me. You wanted me to be jealous of him, to feel threatened by him, to hate him because he was just like me. Either that or you wanted to see if that's how I'd

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What bothers you my son? Evil is spreading across the world, led by the noble Drow house Arakh. They have a head start and well laid plans. They appear to have vast financial resources, manpower, knowledge, and far better teamwork than us. Yes, order and planning are obviously favored tools of our enemies. But you have done well thus far. We are struggling just to stay alive; and it isn't

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Once upon a time a man's talents were revered; they were cherished; the experts were shown the proper respect. There was a time when a man's ability to make a real contribution were appreciated. Those were good times. We were resting at Father Abstinence's mission before heading to the Temple of Kharad. Through the torrential downpour came trudging a walking tin can. He showed up out of nowhere

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