tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153049732011-07-07T19:19:40.925-05:00A 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.comBlogger2321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304973.post-43280800231096741962010-02-04T13:16:00.002-06:002010-02-04T13:16:10.496-06:00

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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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Armed with information on the location of their Starborn Signature Items the heroes hunker down for a time in Crescent City. There are more questions than answers at this time and many things to do . . . One item is known to be in the old Testing Maze beneath the now defunct Thieves Guild. How do you get in and retrieve this item? Several items (the rest of them?) are in a vault in

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May 16 Late on the afternoon of May 16 the heroes come upon the remains of Greenroot's village. It appears that the vargouilles from the haunted plantation have struck en masse. There are no living swamp elves around, but plenty of headless bodies in evidence. Moving on the party comes to another swamp elf village where they hear tales of the spreading meance of the vargouilles. Rygorh gives

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The following is a recap of rumors and information you have learned in Crescent City. Some of this information may be new: The swamp elves have been slaves for as long as anyone can remember, though there are rumours of an uprising. There are four competing crime lords running the city – Lord Raglan, Jimmy the Tailor, Little Reginald and Dark Mariah. If you commit a crime on their turf

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May 11, 998 CE Newly armed with information from Severil Blackthorn, the Ragged Man, the Starborn set out to return to Crescent City and seek out their birthright . . . their Starborn items of power. There is some discussion as to what exactly they should do first. Some seem intent on seeking out the haunted plantation, others want to go to the bank in Crescent City to make a withdrawal, one

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Okay. I was wrong. I'll admit when I'm wrong. That stupid elf WAS evil and he WAS alive. I really thought we were just going to find a book. It would've been a lot easier had we found a book with some real information in it. The information we got out of the elf was skewed at best. He begrudgingly gave us information because he wanted to live longer. Live longer!!! Why in the world

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This is an archive of the past player-posted fiction from Chapter Ten: Casey: Death, Friendship, Love Casey: Frustration at Every Turn Seebo: Disappointments Neil: 101 Questions Seebo: Reflections on Pride Seebo: The Crime I Didn't Commit . . .Yet Chronicles of Rygorh: Starborn/Heroes of Deceivers Casey: I'll Keep Quiet Journals of a Hunter: A Harsh Reality

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Death is not fun. Actually the dying part isn't fun. I've never been so injured or in so much pain. Feeling a pike slam through my body and then getting sliced by scimitars is not something I want ever repeated. I did learn something from this experience; that I can be great if I live long enough to be like the Dervish that killed me. I was amazed to see myself in action, so to speak. What

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When the star goddess Nuith first attempted to create a light for her children on earth to see by, she gave birth to the goddess Lumiya, the moon. Although the elves saw well enough by the silver light of Lumiya, it was too changeable and faint for the other creatures and so Nuith focused her will and created the brilliant light of Brith, the sun. Brith is the sun god of the Callistan pantheon

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The goddess Nuith is more of a primal force than a deity. She is the starry heaven itself, from which all else emerged. The elves believe her to be the mother of all earthly life, whether evil or good. That which is 'of Nuith' is necessary to existence. Alien forces, such as the drow, magical aberrations or demons from other planes, are not 'of Nuith'. They are to be feared and guarded against.

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I spent the first part of our journey on a skiff with Alev and Aston. We had some very interesting conversation. Mostly point and counter-point exchanges concerning the various philosophies of Law vs. Chaos; yeah that is a real revelation there: the two of us discussing this topic. It was however a very illuminating conversation. It's amazing how much we are alike and kind of made from the

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Once the conversation was over, well not over we just stopped arguing about it for the moment. Traveling down the other tunnel we overcame some obstacles and killed, or re-killed if you will, the final bride retrieving the last of the gems we needed. Proceeding directly up to the top level we began preparing for combat when one thought struck me, we did not come here to kill the Ragged Man. I

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The fight was finally finished, "By the nine planes of hell me and Ashton nearly killed the damn girl!" Those plant things, whatever they were, were some of the toughest opponents we have fought. Once they had the paladin within their deadly grasp it seemed I could not hit the damn thing without hitting her. By the arrows sticking out of her, Ashton was having the same issues. Well, finally

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So, here's the treasure you all recovered . . . how do you intend to divide it? Aboleth Horde 1,500 gp aquamarine (600 gp) citrine (50 gp) moss agate (12 gp) arcane scroll (disguise self, endure elements, ray of enfeeblement) small-sized undead bane heavy mace +1 potion (endure elements) potion (mage armor) Temple Treasures oil of keen edge (750 gp) decanter of endless water (9,000 gp

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The mist coming from the glass coffin provided brief cover to the mummy inside who pounded mercilessly on Neil for a moment. A quick gust of wind from Alev cleared the air and the melee fighters waded into battle. The mummy found herself cornered and crushed rather quickly as Dinah's greatsword and Rygorh's holy longsword ripped through the undead creature's damage reduction. Casey's slashing

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After traveling through this swamp for a few days I can see its effects taking a toll on my companions. Some are acting out of character for themselves while others are mysteriously silent. Neil has even lapsed into silence, a thing that I do find disturbing. I sit here listening to the song of the rain as it falls on trees, in puddles, and striking objects of various sizes. It seems to be

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(this is the last update from the marathon session on 3/25) May 9, Temple of Kharad In the morning Kettle and Tilk each attempted to shake of the effects of the spectre's draining touch. Neil casts restoration on Kettle ensuring him success, while Tilk must depend on his great fortitude to see him through. Alas, he is only able to partially recover from the experience and permanently suffers

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May 8, Temple of Kharad The Starborn determine to reach the top of the temple and see what the creatures found thus far are guarding. The move through the narrow crawl space and confront the black pudding. Actually, the confrontation was rather simple as Alev stated at the crawl space entranced and dowsed the creature with multiple fireballs . . . no more pudding. Exploring the upper levels

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But plans change . . . having thought they would go after the black pudding in the upper levels of the temple, the heroes instead set out down the steps to the lower levels. The beckoning ghostly elf lady seemed to want them to go there . . . so they did. On the stairs leading down Kettle found two secret doors. One led to a map room that showed a three dimensional detail of some temple.

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Good Gods! First a flesh creature in green goo, then a black pudding type thing and now a ghost! Most everyone has decided that the Ragged Man is evil because he'd be over a thousand years old. It would explain why Lady Arigane thinks we'll find him alive, or at least that's what I think she said. I'm more under the impression that we'll find bare bones and perhaps a book that will tell us

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"What? I require no one to serve me; I would welcome your assistance but not service," Rygorh stated vehemently. "I would turn down none who wish, of their own free will, to aid us, and they are also free to leave when they wish to do so." Looking around at his friends at the table, Rygorh is a bit embarrassed over this whole affair. He turns back to the mysterious stranger, "So tell us about

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This room smells of dust and decay, with an acrid stench of embalming spices. Against the south wall is a fresco of a humanoid figure with spread wings. His head is a skull with living briars twisting through it. Beneath this is an open pit in the floor that looks like it was once hidden but is now stuck open. It drops down ten feet, to a mass of jumbled bones and rotten debris. You cannot tell

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After spending a full day and two nights with Father Abstinence of the Church of Marius, the heroes set out on the final leg of the journey to find the Ragged Man. While staying at the mission a dwarf named Kettle Bricknell happened upon the group. It turns out he is also a Starborn, and he joins up with the party. The heroes spend three days slogging through the swamp heading for the Temple

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I find this a strange place; still consumed by the aspect of such a city although one that worships Law. I find it hard to comprehend anyone worshiping an Ideal; this can be nothing more than some strange Lawful Cult. After a couple of nights off relaxing and looking around the city, there were some beautiful girls offering themselves for just a few silvers. As much as I would like to take

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As the rain pours down in the swamp, Ashton hears a loud splash in the water nearby. He alerts Rygorh to the noise. Looking towards the sound they can see a very short, squat man lumbering through the water towards them. He is submerged up to his chest in the filthy swamp water and his features are obscured by the darkness and the rain. A flash of lightening reveals the "man" to be a dwarf

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So are you keeping up so far? It's a long tale but don't worry, it'll be worth it in the end, you'll see. Now where did I leave off? Ah, Crescent City. Yeah, blew out of that town as soon as we could. I said before I thought it was filthy but that doesn't begin to describe how truly depraved it was. Rygorh was right at home. But all kidding aside, there were a lot of problems in that town that

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Having found a hospitable place to rest, the Starborn spend the afternoon at the Mission of The Blessed Marius in the Hogglepot Marshes. Rygorh and his cohort Ashton elect to remain outside as Rygorh does not trust the lawful church of Marius. Early in the afternoon a soft rain begins to fall . . . a gentle stream of warm water sprinkles the land. In the meantime Father Abstinence and his

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Alev approaches the front door of the mission. Standing on the modest front porch he knocks at the door and steps back waiting for a response. For several moments nothing happens. Then the door opens and a wide-eyed swamp elf looks about peering at each of you in turn. The sounds of singing burst forth from the place and everyone can hear the swamp elves struggling to sing hymns to Marius.

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Having set out from Crescent City seeking the Ragged Man at the Temple of Kharad, the Starborn have passed beyond the last boundary of civilization into the eastern swamps . . . the Hogglepot Marshes. Here they have encountered chuuls, swamp elves and an aboleth and its skum slaves. The swamp elf guides have left the heroes to their own devices, opting to stay in their village just east of the

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Once we had control of the Drow ship we found that they had a crew of slaves onboard which was very unsettling for me. I have complete disdain for any type of servitude, especially slavery. I again wondered about the poor folk in Saragost and what oppressions they must be feeling. We made quick work freeing the slaves who were quite eager to help us of there own free will. Now we had two ships

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As we're traveling down this horrid swamp I can't help but wonder what will come next. People are questioning if others are ok and claiming they are acting out of character. I do not know these people that saved me from drowning and being eaten by an overgrown crawfish well enough to know if they are acting out of character. I've begun to have a better undertstanding of what is going on and why

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By the time we reached Crescent City I was feeling a little better. Now I'm back to feeling like we're in a non-winnable situation. We all decided to go to see if we could find this Ragged Man and get some information from him concerning the Equinox and our weapons. I was the one who mentioned that we should go find him since that was part of the reason Lady Arigane sent us here. I'm really

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This is an archive of the past player-posted fiction from Chapter Nine: Seebo: Reflections on Death Casey: Swamp Crazy Dinah's Thoughts Seebo: The Evil Swamp Casey: Dancing Ashton's Tale Chronicles of Rygorh: Swamp, Misery and a Mission? Chronicles of Rygorh: Leadership, Why? Chronicles of Rygorh: The Ragged Man Chronicles of Rygorh: Private Reflection

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This is an archive of the past player-posted fiction from Chapter Seven: Alev: Journey to Caldraza Chronicles of Rygorh: Aftermath Chronicles of Rygorh: Chased as Sea Seebo: Out of the Fire Next Post

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"Were you trying to teach me a lesson? Was I too excited at the prospect of meeting death and then coming back? Was I just a little bit too curious? You're just plain mean. "Well, lesson learned. I'm not going to go and try to meet death any sooner than I'm supposed to. The idea of being munched on the last moments of my life is extremely unappealing. Truth be told the last thought that ran

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A few days later we pulled both ships into the Crescent City port. Commodore Loman said he'd watch both the ships and even train the slaves we freed from the Drow ship. They were welcome to stay on as crew for the Evening Star or move on and try and find something else in Crescent City. Crescent City was something foreign to me. The air was muggy and warm. The town was dirty and not just in a

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The first day was tough. I don't think any of us spoke to each other. I'm not ashamed to say I felt a strong sense of loss over what happened in Saragost. We later learned that Lady Arigane still survived in her sanctuary. The Drow couldn't break through the powerful magic the wizards of the Seven Archways were protecting themselves with. Crastic came out of hiding and took up rule over the city.

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After about a week at sea, a week since the events at Saragost I was standing on deck looking out at the horizon when I heard the sailors suddenly start shouting. I turned and looked there was what appeared to be the wreckage of a ship in the water and two figures frantically trying to swim in armor. The Sailors managed to bring the two women onboard. There standing in front of me were two

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Sitting alone in this cabin these last couple of days contemplating the events that have transpired for the last few weeks, I realize that we did the best that we could have. I must be getting weak; in my lifetime I have seen so much death and destruction but never have I had such an empty feeling in my stomach. Whenever I try to sleep those faces of the people of Saragost seem to haunt my

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On the morning of April 25 the Starborn set out to find the lost Temple of Kharad in the Hogglepot Marshes. Having spent two weeks in Crescent City the heroes have tasted a bit of what the city had to offer and managed to get in a bit of rest and relaxation. They also learned a great deal about what was going on in the city. Rumus, Neil and Rygorh spent the time a bit more industriously

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April 10, 998CE We arrived in Crescent City. I admit I knew little of this place prior to coming here, but it was outside of any expectations of mine ever. A city of chaos, to say the least. Rygorh would feel right at home here, except for the overbearing Marianism religion that rules the land. They worship Law as an Ideal. The problem with ideals is they are always open to interpretation,

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April 4, 998CE I've been going over the maps of Chillhame. The only reason I can come up with for the attack is the Nodes. That had to have been their goal. Hopefully this black orb we stole from them, which I still carry, has slowed down their ability to convert the Node in Saragost. Somehow they already knew of these places. There must be a written history of them somewhere, for our enemy

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This is an archive of the past player-posted fiction from Chapter Eight: Casey: A Wild City Casey: Rumors and Prayers Alev: The Chaos of Crescent City Seebo: City of Sin Chronicles of Rygorh: Crescent City Chronicles of Rygorh: City of Mystery Next Post

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Timeline begins here. April 998 CE April 10 Arrive in Crescent City . . . April 11 First day in Crescent City; some of the heroes check out the Cathedral of Blessed Marius. April 12 Second day in Crescent City; Neil and Lorelei learn about Marianism. April 13 Third day in Crescent City; Lorelei, Neil and Rygorh find some information about Kharad. April 14 Fourth day in Crescent City;

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Crescent City, April 16 Having already learned a great deal about what's going on in Crescent City (see here and here), the heroes split up to further delve the secrets of the ribald waterfront town. Meanwhile, Neil and Rygorh remain closeted at the Tumbling Drunkard Inn crafing magical items and researching spells. Lorelei talks to her swamp elf friend, Greenroot, who introduces her to his

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Rumor has it that the dark elves and dwarves have joined forces with Visk and have attacked Kahoor. What I remember of Visk is that the Emperor was some sort of unconquerable tyrant. I don't recall them ever having beef with Kahoor, though. They have always been fighting at some point or another in history and present time with Jehannum. This makes me wonder if Jehannum has been decimated by

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It was awfully nice to get off that blasted ship! Of course, what we landed in was not the nicest of cities. Crescent City is nothing like Saragost or back home in Umbria. It's a never sleeping city! I never knew you could purchase so many different things in one place. Back home gypsies traveled to us to show us their collections. Here in Crescent City folks stand about in amazingly filthy

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Crescent City, April 15 Word on the street has it that a force of evil dwarves have conquered the island nation of Chillhame. Some few hundred refugees from Saragost and other towns have arrived all across Caldraza, but mainly in Crescent City. Furthermore, there is talk of a band of heroes that rode across the land warning of impending danger before the attack. Some people mutter that they

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On the evening of April 14, around 7:00 pm Seebo feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Someone is watching him from afar. A moment later a whispered voice speaks clearly to all of the Starborn (except Lorelei and Dinah) who are within ten feet of Seebo at this time. It is the voice of Lady Arigane of Saragost: "My friends, we have only a few minutes. My magic is not so powerful

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Caldraza lies on the northen end of the eastern continent of Ashfar. The capital of the country is Beacon City. Crescent City is the second largest city in the nation. Underdell is an underground dwarven settlement. Pengallin is a border fort . . . the Caldrazans have had intermittent battle with the denizens of Ghael for generations. The swamps and jungles east of Crescent City along the

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Alev, Dinah and Seebo spent a few hours knocking around town and wandered over to the Cathedral of Blessed Marius. This massive marble structure is the center of Marianism on Ashfar. This huge building towers above the others in the city centre, giving the whole sprawling mass of the city a focus point. It was built only thirty years ago, when the royal family officially embraced Marianism as

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Between them Lorelei, Neil and Rygorh manage to recall and piece together a bit of information about the deity Kharad: Kharad is the name of an obscure elvish god of vegetation and fertility, worshipped by a very small number of elves in the past and not at all today. There is something dark about the forgotten deity . . . it seems that the god represented the life cycle and death. Worship of

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During the first couple of days in Crescent City Lorelei manages to befriend one of the swamp elf denizens of the city. She sees him on a street corner selling "bowls of brown" for a copper each and strikes up a conversation. The elf slave is very evasive at first and only has interest in selling his stew. Over the next few days Lorelei visits him daily, and eventually the charismatic bard

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Neil manages to recall a few facts about Marianism, the state religion of Caldraza. With Lorelie's help the two of them piece together the following: The religion of Marianism, from the words of the prophet Marius, has grown from a mere cult over the centuries to become the official state religion of Caldraza. It involves the worship of Law as a concept, with no deities involved. Marianism

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The skyline of the city ahead of you is a strange mixture of graceful elven towers and humble slate roofs. In the centre of all is a high steeple, strangely plain and bland in design. As you draw closer, a medley of unfamiliar smells fills your nostrils: unknown meats simmering, cheap perfume, roses and violets, the swampy reek of black mud and something else underlying it all, the sugary

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Early morning, April 4, the Elensil comes upon the remains of a wrecked ship. Flotsam, debris and a pair of women float in the sea. The heroes pluck the damsels in distress out of the water and set to making introductions. A couple of hours of discussion reveals that these two ladies, Dinah Murphy of Jehannum and Lorelei Zandros of Caldraza, are also of the Starborn. The party spends the rest

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April 3, 998 CE Again I have been neglecting my journal. I have just now finally been able to sit down and collect my thoughts and put my emotions back in check. We did everything right in preparing for the battle. I was able to convert the Drow formula into four smaller devices to be used as explosives on the field and set oil traps. The army was prepared; the insurgents inside the walls had

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Background Where was your character born? Dinah was born in Ellenbeck, Jehannum. Who raised her? She was raised by her father and three older brothers. What was happening in the region when your character was growing up? Armies were being raised to attack the barbarians in Visk. Does your character have any relatives? Father and brothers, all members of the Jehannum Military.

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Updated Saturday, June 3, 2006 Old character roster Chris: Tilk, chaotic good human barbarian (2)/wizard (transmuter)(4)/rage mage (1) from Boskendale; struggling to survive; not an adventurer by choice. Star: the Reaper Deity: Wohoon (CN) Homeland: Boskendale XP: 24,753 (28,000) Jeff: Cornelius "Neil" Stringfellow, neutral good strongheart

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Background Where was your character born? Lorelei was born in Beacon City, Caldraza. Who raised her? She was raised in a home above her father’s harp shop by her mother and father until her mother passed when she was twelve. Her father handled it pretty roughly for the first year when he then hired on an apprentice who was fourteen at the time. What was happening in the region when

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This introduction is for the new PCs played by Tara and Tracey . . . Where are you? Who are you? You are floating . . . in a timeless sleep. Your last thought is of childhood . . . a happier time. Now there is nothing . . . only a soft, pleasant emptiness, and all is well. You feel rather than hear a soft maternal voice calling to you. She is pleading with you . . . She needs your help.

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This quiz is kind of neat. Fill it out; see what you get; post your results here. Here's my results: You scored as Storyteller You're more inclined toward the role playing side of the equation and less interested in numbers or experience points. You're quick to compromise if you can help move the story forward, and get bored when the game slows down for a long planning session. You want to

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Interesting . . . very interesting . . . Your Personality Profile You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways

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Once those who accept Rygorh's invitation come to his cabin he says the following: "Thank you for coming, my friends. I would ask you to allow me to finish what I have to say before anyone speaks." Pausing for a moment to make eye contact with each and everyone, not in challenge but as if searching for something . . . then lighting a cigar and staring at the hot ember he continues. "We have

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"Neil looks pretty bad. I think he's taking this harder than any of us. He's usually the most vibrant one among us but lately he's been in a dour mood. Do you think you can talk to him? You know, maybe tell him that it wasn't his fault and you're not disappointed in him? See, I think the biggest thing that's bothering him isn't necessarily the fall of Saragost, but rather the loss of the Tump and

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Heh, heh, heh, heh . . . I'm 35 years old now . . . I still party like I'm 22 though . . . We did an 80's theme party last night . . . afterall, that was coming of age for most, er, well, some of us. So, party at the house then off to Flashback Nightclub to see . . . That 80's Hair Band. Dude, they rocked!   Primal Scream!   I'll do some more pictures later . . . maybe. Next Post

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April 3, just past midnight The Starborn have been aboard the Elensil for several hours in their flight from the Duergar army that has captured Saragost. The weather has turned cool and a storm blows in from the north. Rain lashes the deck, wind rips at the sails and crashing thunder punctuates flashes of lightning. A sudden dread overcomes each of the heroes. A deep sense of loss crushes

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The beast has not seen us yet, maybe we can bring it down from a distance. I don't think anyone wanted to get within reach of this monster's club. We moved to maximum range and struck at it with magic and arrows; they seem not to do much except to alert the creature of our presence. He moved forward attempting to engage us but we moved back again, pelting it with magic and arrows. Alev used

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The massive army of darkness formed up and stopped just outside the range of our catapults to await the setting sun. Thousands of small gray faces staring forward in perfect ranks; these were well disciplined troops after such a forced march. Several covered chairs are towards the rear, they are draped with some type of dark material; I assume those are the Drow leaders of this army. What

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"Are you there? Um, I'm not quite sure if I need to do something special or what. Neil said you talked to him sometimes." This is stupid. Why would Heakun care anything about a nobody like me? "Please. I need someone to talk to." A halfling sat in the back of the cargo hold of the Elensil quietly muttering to himself. He had his knees pulled in to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. His

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I should have taken more initiative in the fight with the undead creature, but I was extremely scared of that horrible thing! I couldn't bring myself to move forward and slash at the great hulking monster. I was lucky to get off any shots with my bow and those that I did get off missed the target terribly nearly hitting the guys instead. Not until Tilk fell did I realize that I had to move

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The low buzz of the inn droned in the background while The Knife sat at the bar staring a little too intently at his mug of ale. The latest dangers of the day had been laid to rest and all that remained was to wait for whatever was to come next. The Knife was fortunate enough to know what was coming next. He had been part of the group that discovered the Duergar army would reach Saragost in

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We spent two days preparing for the coming army, many of us scribed scrolls, Neil created a cloak for Casey and some bought some items they thought were needed. Casey attempted to research information on our enemy to but to no avail. I think the single most important thing that happened over those two days was that we had probably the first discussion since we came together without some type of

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An archive of player-posted fiction from the first half of Book I of the Drow War. Chapter One: Bronce Rygorh: A Dilemma in the Mist Seebo: A Life in the Day Of . . . Rygorh: A Village on the Edge Neil: The Tump Rygorh: Interesting Church Rygorh: New Arrivals Rygorh: Return to Bronce Chapter Two: Raising the Alarm Rygorh: To Lower Scumsgrove Rygorh: Lower

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Let's recap a bit. I'm on a boat heading for Xoth Sarandi to hit the Sea Gate and head for bigger and better things. I must have blacked out because I woke up in a forest, lying on the side of a hill. That's when it all began. Six strangers brought together by a pre-ordained destiny met for the first time that night. They would form the Starborn, the force of Good meant to battle the Host for

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