Valgrymr's Homebrew.

Game Master Valegrim

Lost in the Winter wild with hordes of ghouls, gnolls and Giant Kin on a rampage joined by other agents of chaos. Band of Northmen freedom fighters seek to survive and save their clans.


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Male Drow 5th lvl Fighter/2 Order of the Bow (Crossbow) Initiate

I nod to the strange rock creature. I then look to Kemnebi. So be it. I holster my weapon.

The Exchange

Me - male; my characters - usually female Depends which day it is 20th Level Metalhead

Should I just recant Namaste's action from earlier when Llvenoc drew his bow on Lorm? It looks like Val completely missed that post before he posted the results of Llvenoc's attack, and everyone has proceeded as if her action either never happened or simply didn't work. Val hasn't actually ruled on whether it worked or not, but if we get very much farther forward before he sees that post, then it will be a big can of worms to reframe what everyone saw and did in the aftermath of it. On the one hand, I would like for it to have happened, because not only would it be a big element in the characters' personality development, but it could also have significant impact later down the road. But if it's going to be too much trouble to make the corrections at this point, I'll just recant the action.


Female(was Male) Human(or once was)

Above the general melee you see a flash of Darkness and feel a gust of wind that staggers all but the insubstantial. Out of the darkness you see colossal sized Shadow dragon being ridden by a very large person. Some of you that have seen giants or trolls might think it is of similar size. This knight is clad in very ornate heavy armor that has an inner glow but an aura of shadows that does not seem to allow the light to escape. The helm is dragon like in shape down to a little bit of a snout but it also has what looks like a crown of short spiky horn coming through it. On one arm is a shield that has the same visual quality about it. In the other hand rests a sword fit for the size of the person. This sword is so dark and light consuming that you cant tell if it is not a piece of shadow or not. With dark flames that only by the shier absence of light around it it looks like it glows. I am here Balfic as it was requested by my step child. I hear that the Bone B!7h is on her way as well. This will get interesting... but first I think my worm should play with these others, as they consume them I will gain control over them and if nothing else they will get good eating. With that you see the person lift the face plate of the helm and see a very beautiful female with slight reptilian features. She then cups her hand before her mouth and seems to pull out about a half dozen cord like objects from her mouth and then toss them on to the mass below. As they fall the cords seem to multiply and become a dozen dozen and grow in size. As they touch the mass they seem to grow much quicker s they start devouring the other worms till they become about the same size. She then turns toward the Paladin and his consort and says Sir Vladimir I am Kormatha Champion of Darkness, Disciple of Balfic-graa, Student under the Maiden of Pain's tutelage, Bringer of Shadow on 3 continents, I am the Mother of Darkness. I have herd many great things about you. If you dont mind me joining you in fighting the dracolich I would find it an honor. with that she has the dragon vier toward the inn and the adjacent bath house


Not long after the last appearance a cold chill begins forming in the area. As the ground begins to show signs of ice forming a sudden brilliant light invades the area. As everyones eyes adjust to brilliance a figure steps through and the now solid ice crunches beneath his feat. The cold and light undoubtably radiate from this person, a dwarf by size and stature.

For those not familiar, the light itself puts all of good at ease. For the aura that radiates is undoubtably a sign of a champion of good, favored by the upper planes. This is obvious to all good creatures who lay eyes upon it.

As ones eyes are further drawn into the light, more features become apparent. Clad in full dwarven plate of exquisite design with gold runes and well placed gems, it is difficult to make out his features, but anyone would recognize he must hold some importance in the dwarven community. For only a master dwarven craftsman could design such a work.

Oddly the left arm bears an armor of a different designed, though obviously one was made to fit the other. The blue guantlet with glowing runes of white occasionally make a cracking sound as it passes through the air, ice dropping to the ground.

A beard arranged in egyptian style protrudes from under the helmet, attached in several places it wraps around his body and tucks under a great belt obviously made for someone of quite a large stature, yet firmly attached. Not made of leather but of some metal, also covered in runes, its presence though not as obvious as the guantlet is equally daunting.

A mace grasp firmly in one hand at the ready is equally disturbing for its size and his obviously ability to wield it with just one hand. The religious runes carved upon its white metal, reflect the aura surrounding him given it a similar holy look...or perhaps that is simply the natural state of the mace.

He carries a tremendously sized shield for a dwarf, easily able to cover someone much greater in stature. The heraldic designs mark him as Baelinor Stormwall High Priest of Donblas the Justice Maker for those who recognize such things.

Those of lawful alignment rapidly take notice that he is...there, as if all that around him were just a dream but he is unquestionably real. This is particularly noticeable when looking toward his feat. Those of chaos get the opposite impression.

He takes only a moment to survey the situation and begins to take actions to protect the young group and ensure they get off to a safe start. Undead near his light begin to smoke, a move of his holy symbol and a shout "Vile creatures of unholy night BEGONE!" and undead are blasted out of existance. A sweep of his mace an ranks before him are sent flying through buildings. A wall of ice appears to prevent a flank and once cleared a moment of prayer graces all within can except such blessings.

While doing so though, he speaks;

"Greatings, most stout adventurers, never fear I am here to aid. I am..." A figure suddenly emerges from apparently behind his shield covered from head to toe in dark ragged clothing, hunched and hidden in a booming voice it announces;

"BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE THE COMING OF BAELINOR STORMWALL,
HIGH PRIEST OF DONBLAS
HEARTHKINDLER AND MARGRAVE OF THE SOUTHERN HOLDS
FATHER OF THE LOST TRIBES
BEARER OF THE TITANS BAND; THE ICE GAUNTLET OF EQUINOX; THE STONE OF DESTINY; AND THE msbuskmufflemufflesmirk. (you cant make out this part)"

Then just as rapidly disappears again, apparently behind his shield, though no amount of looking detects anyone there.

Baelinor, as though nothing happened continues.

"Lorm that Emperor of yours better not be pulling my beard, I hope he met my axe was NEAR here and not around here within a several hundred mile radius...". "I swear that...BY THE SACRED LIGHT OF THE GODS, WHAT is THAT doing on this continent!

"Balfic!, I know your here what do you know about THAT THING being here?"

"Lorm, if he doesnt already know...please inform ehm..." Baelinor turns towards his shield "What? I know, I know..."
"His most Exhaulted Emperor, that one of THOSE things exist over that way...a bit ways off fortunately. I think we have a bit more of an issue than just the undead here."

"Cera, you would make a better impression on those you just meet if you prettied up a bit, rocks with spiky bits are probably okay for the dwarfs though. I would be careful about swinging that CHAOS around now that we know one of those are here. It might wake up your old hand wound..."

"Now, where is my AXE you utter desecration of all things living?" He directs to the nearest undead, holding his holy symbol high, the light growing again in brilliance...


M Human (Greek) Paladin of Athena 5 7/ Knight of Athens 4 6

"Do you all se what we fight for now? Do you see who comes to aid us in our hour of need? Open the door that we may do our part this day, there is much good to be done, great deeds to be achieved and legends to be made. This show of force is great one and will cost the Emperor's allies, somewhere else. Let it not be in vain."


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

Balinor, you know he already knows. Shall we start this battle? Vladimir on command like the old days.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

that spell is to low level to work on Lorm due to magical protections; I dont think he can even choose to have it work; of course that wouldnt stop him from talking to that candy cane crooked staff he has hehe.

you spell would just fizzle.

Namaste wrote:
By the way, if you hadn't guessed it, I was planning to Dimension Swap myself with Lorm, since he is an ally of sorts. Of course, if it works, it would change the scene you just set, because the magic shield against arrows would no longer be in the path of the arrows. But it's up to you to decide whether or worked, or whether she simply failed and it went down as described.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

namaste and kenembi; your magic sense goes off the scale when Fystor - the Archmage appears. Those with divine sense KNOW that this person is the chosen champion of the divine light of creation and hey; he is not extra planular.

Nightwish wrote:
Fystor wrote:
All of a sudden it becomes as bright as Day in a wide area. Lesser undead disentegrate, vampires start running for the hills if they can. Within the span of 6 seconds, a handsome human wizard in very fine light green robes appears and launches 2 fireballs to clear out the immediate area of threats. Without saying a word or moving.
Why am I hearing this in my head: "I am an Enchanter, but you may call me ... Tim?"


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

the door does radiate magic; you believe it is just to strengthen the door by increasing its abililty to withstand sundering. You should have a little fear of looking at Archmage Fystor of the Light, Lorm - The Traveler (only 16th so two levels shy of archmage) Balfic - High Priest of Darkness; Ranger Lord Cera - Greater Champion of Chaos.

Anyone who sees Balfic can make a religion roll on seeing his sword.

Kemnebi 'Djal Ibenbast' wrote:

Kemnebi watches with unabashed fascination as mortals, immortals and heroes of legend appear in various forms and methods, all answering the Emperor's call.

The warrioress of stone wavers in his vision. First seeming as translucent as a ghost, which leaves him feeling slightly nauseous, and the next seemingly more solid and real than the nightmare he is in the middle of, and he feels a rush of power flood him.

Val
** spoiler omitted **

Smiling from his brief euphoric rush, Then he sees the one who can only be Lorm, Grey fur and a raptor's face. Kemnebi's ears twitch as he leans his head sideways as if that might give him a better look. Strangely, it is not the din of battle, the explosions of fireballs, or the roar of the nearby gargantuan beast that snaps him out of his strange reverie. It is the twang of a nearby bowstring,...

He blinks as Llivenoc's arrow speeds across the space to bounce harmlessly off of Lorm's spell-shield. He blinks again as Llivenoc declares his reasons for the attack. But instead of responding in his usual fashion, "What, are you inSANE?!?" echoes in his mind. he lays a gloved hand gently on Llivenoc's shoulder.

"Thank you." He says softly to the dark elf, his eyes never leaving
Lorm.
"I appreciate your honor, and efforts. But an oath delayed is not dishonor. And there is always a time and place to these things. I think, I feel that Lorn and I will have a,... talk, one day. But this is not the time, or place." He continues to whisper, knowing somehow that the strangely masked feline mage can hear every word he...


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

well said; and as soon as Balenor gets here; he and balfic will calm down most of the raw chaos Cera is putting out; so be a bit of balance; hehe funny thing; good guys and bad guys and neutrals all here too; this is like a little mini planular concordium hehe.

Grymbol wrote:
Hmm, one of Light and one of Darkness working together as it should for the Twilight to exist.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

yes; horde poor through the gate; first steps a very large Ratperson in studded armor and pretty nice gear. He bows to Cera and sniffs the air; then a small horde of goblins; stinky, nasty, and fairly insane goblins all with bandages on their left foot toes (though some cant tell left from right); well they are in studded leather and a assortment of other things; many fall over bowing to Cera with bright shining red eyes; then they all pull out butcher cleavers and start chasing and gobling up worms; they are goblins after all hehe; gobbling the worms doesnt seem to hurt then; when a worm jumps at them; its like a guy catching popcorn in his mouth; these goblins are short and nasty and have very large mouths and very sharp teeth. its been a good year for the Gobs under Queen Mother Cera; so about a hundred poor forth for her call to feast; several are sorta carrying banners (fairly large pole with a toe of a giant or big ogre stuck on the end and a few scraps of cloth torn into strips.

The ratmen that poor forth are fast, very fast and unlike the Gobs; very silent; and there are hundreds; they fill the streets; nearby building; roof tops and nearby sewers and tunnels; they have all kinds of weapondry from hand held stuff to hmm; seems their setting up 10 bolt throwers of some kind of giant crossbow; Many are nervous about the sounds and what they smell from the Bathhouse; but with Cera there they are fearless. Many have banners and wear cloths of Cera as an elf having group sex; or Cera the Margoyle in various positions; the one that came to report and grovel (not because Cera asks for it, but because they are rats) before her is followed by two Ogre sized Ratmen carrying a small altar between them; the altar has Cera at the top entwined with a black orc looking guy a lot like Balfic; and the clawing of rats and men at the the bottom scrambling up the in various forms to ratmen at the top to worship at her feet.

CERA wrote:

Yes, the gate opens well away from the sigil and the worms nearby.

Looking to the gate, as a throng of fur, claws and teeth emerge, Cera moves to hear the report of the one she called forth through it. "Tantalus! It is good to see you and your brethren. Amazing that goblins that we helped in the underdark have found you. It seems that our list of allies grows larger all the time. I would be happy to see how they perform in battle. Tell everyone that they are welcome to share in the spoils of victory." Cera grins a toothy grin as hordes of creatures pour onto the battlefield.

Raising her arms in cheer, she welcomes the rest of the newcomers, rising into the air with glee. Cera seems visibly shaken and drops to the ground as Lorm Dragonheart appears. Her eyes glow a bright blood red and she leers in his direction. Just then a crossbow bolt flies out at Lorm and falls to the ground. "Almost, It was a nice try drow. Perhaps if he had been in combat, you would have done better."

When Fystor and Balfic arrive, Cera walks to them and greets them fondly. "'Bout time you two showed up. We almost started fighting without you." Points her clawed thumb back at Lorm.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

just a note; Ceras hordes will still be pooring out of the gate after the three rounds it takes for hte party to open the green door.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

With Cera's attention on you and your deed; and her semi focused though; the sword flashes and two of your arrows change form; you now have two +1 arrows; +2 vs magi

Llvenoc wrote:
I nod to the strange rock creature. I then look to Kemnebi. So be it. I holster my weapon.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

I didnt miss it; am trying to say Llevnoc is a quick draw artist like a gunslinger with that thing; and no 4th level or lower spell will affect Lorm; sorry for the missunderstanding.

Nightwish wrote:
Should I just recant Namaste's action from earlier when Llvenoc drew his bow on Lorm? It looks like Val completely missed that post before he posted the results of Llvenoc's attack, and everyone has proceeded as if her action either never happened or simply didn't work. Val hasn't actually ruled on whether it worked or not, but if we get very much farther forward before he sees that post, then it will be a big can of worms to reframe what everyone saw and did in the aftermath of it. On the one hand, I would like for it to have happened, because not only would it be a big element in the characters' personality development, but it could also have significant impact later down the road. But if it's going to be too much trouble to make the corrections at this point, I'll just recant the action.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

Well; rats and gobs scatter a bit; good thing Fystor vaped some stuff to make room; the Black Shadow Dragons shakes the earth when it walks; it Bellows an enormous Challenge and radiates deific Darkness; an answering bellow from beneath the Bathhouse from the Dracolich is a challenge accepted and the Bathhouse rumbles.

This dragon is an awesome spectical; it cant quite fit where you said though Kormath; so how about up the street a bit where Fystor made abig whole; this Dragon is a hundred feet long if its an inch. it is sideways to the street and crushes buildings and flaws its wing opposite the party side and the corporal undead coming up are blown backwards to a pile; then the Dragon breaths and in a line of pure acidic darkness building; undead; the road; all gone in a melting pile of acid.

This Dragon; though fearsome; fills you with pride; strength; power and no fear.

Kormath wrote:
Above the general melee you see a flash of Darkness and feel a gust of wind that staggers all but the insubstantial. Out of the darkness you see colossal sized Shadow dragon being ridden by a very large person. Some of you that have seen giants or trolls might think it is of similar size. This knight is clad in very ornate heavy armor that has an inner glow but an aura of shadows that does not seem to allow the light to escape. The helm is dragon like in shape down to a little bit of a snout but it also has what looks like a crown of short spiky horn coming through it. On one arm is a shield that has the same visual quality about it. In the other hand rests a sword fit for the size of the person. This sword is so dark and light consuming that you cant tell if it is not a piece of shadow or not. With dark flames that only by the shier absence of light around it it looks like it glows. I am here Balfic as it was requested by my step child. I hear that the Bone B!7h is on her way as well. This will get interesting... but first I think my worm should play with these others, as they consume them I will gain control over them and if nothing else they will get good eating. With that you see the person lift the face plate of the helm and see a very beautiful female with slight reptilian features. She then cups her hand before her mouth and seems to pull out about a half dozen cord like objects from her mouth and then toss them on to the mass below. As they fall the cords seem to multiply and become a dozen dozen and grow in size. As they touch the mass they seem to grow much quicker s they start devouring the other worms till they become about the same size. She then turns toward the Paladin and his consort and says Sir Vladimir I am Kormatha Champion of Darkness, Disciple of Balfic-graa, Student under the Maiden of Pain's tutelage, Bringer of Shadow on 3 continents, I am the Mother of Darkness. I have herd many great things about you. If you dont mind me joining you in fighting the dracolich I...


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

hehe you guys should get the idea that these guys all know each other very well ;very very well; as they were once 1st level guys weaker than you guys are today.

ok; you guys get the door open;
Vladimir begins to take charge; some might even listen lol.
the two dragons and their riders are gonna go at it; the 4 mages here will trade spells with the 4 liches coming; the deathknight; well; I think Vladimir can outrun Belinor to get to him; so Baleinor can get the "not at all wimpy" skeletal knights; no vamp will come anywhere near Fystor; nor any spectre or any undead afraid of light. Actually; between Balidor and Vladimir; pretty much any undead under 8th level that can take the light is just vaporized; so this will be a battle of champions and heroes; will all the Skaven and gobblins; for support; and the Greek armies moving in; the good guys should be able to passify the surface of this Necropolis after a while.

The Goddess Loviatar joins the group; and fondly puts an arm on Balfic- hold up my will, beloved Balfic; hold it up where all those creatures the sulk can see my will. He does, and Loviatar cuts him slowly down his arm; the blood runs up to the blade; a red wave starts just outside the good guys circumfrence and flows over the city; the screaming starts; Balfic; take 20 damage; everything in the city not of the group right here takes 20 wounding damage that cannot be healed; they scream; they howl; the dead feel that pain of the living.

Loviatar smiles; they are unwise to hide in the Darkness; unwise to hide in death from the struggle of learning; now they know better.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

A human lady appears before Balfic; My Lord; My host; I, Lady March; may I attend Astinos and that group; you bidding be done; he calls to me in my dreams; he or Kenembi; I am not sure; but seek to find out. May I Great One?


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

A great 20 ft tall Solar flanked by two 8ft Plantars appears 50 ft in the sky above you; they radiate power; law; love and beyond all that Justice. They are inhumanly beautiful. The Solar carries a bow and sword and sheild; the golden plantars; flaming two handed swords.

"Baelinor, here me and the word of Fair Donblas; that which the Champion Dark Mothers states is true; a Abomination of Desolation that serves and panders to the Old Ones approaches from the North; Do not let her consume and change these lesser undead.

Only the Maiden Loviatar has the strength to overcome her; if you can cause that battle to take place; much order and good will be restored. But it is the lot of you that must battle the epic beast upon which she rides. If you cannot destroy it or her; do what you can to delay her movement; each hour you stay her course is an hour this world survives.

The Solar looks to the pc group of Astinos and crew. "know that your task is good; the Green God's death was pure infamy and evil; you have the choice of helping restore that balance of evil done to good. Go with peace in your heart; and justice on your brow; and the blessing of Doblas watching over you."

The three confir a moment.

"Holy Baelinor; attend; that Black Dragon is an Avatar of the some of the Will of Darkness. It is neither good nor evil; can you answer, will it fight the Abomination; it it or those with it in Darkness you allies? You have Donblas permission if you deam it wise to seek those of its darkness to battle this coming servant of destuction.


His eyes glowing slightly as he stares at the door, Kemnebi tells Thorenhen, "I think it's as safe as it's going to be, there's magic there, but it looks like a spell to make the door stronger, not a sigil or a trap."

And he turns to look at Thoren, and catches another glimpse of the green robed mage, He cries out and throws his arm over his eyes.

"I'm ok, I'm ok, get the door open!" He cries, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. He looks back upon the battle with his spell gone and his eyes normal.

"So Much Power." He mutters. "Just looking at it with my sight spell up blinded me!"

"The living embodiment of light, of magic." He shakes his head to clear it, and with a grim look struggles to stay focused. He pulls out a bit of magic flotsam from a pocket and holds it in his hand, preparing to cast a spell if needed.

When the woman appears and beseeches Balfic for permission to accompany the group, Kemnebi turns to Nebibit. "DOn't look at me! I didn't call anybody! At least I don't think I did."


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

Another girl appear before Balfic; my sister should not be alone in the dark with those men and the unclean undead; let me attend her and the needs of that one which does not call to her; your will be done my lord (Balfic pick the month)


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

hehe thank goodness for notebook so I can write this last night then post it this morning copying off my little portable jazz thingy.

Ok; the last and perhaps in some ways greatest and surely longest and oldest hero to enter.

Crawling up from the ground on a giant lizard of pure stone; arrives Kojan; High Priest of Dumathion; Blessed of the Gods; his armor is beyond description; it was created by Vulcan - blacksmith of the gods as was his arm and eye at Dumathion's request. There is nothing about Kojan that is not Epic; any elf or demon is terrified by the sight of him and possibly enraged for he holds Red JeJua; and artifact of great power left from the Elf-Dwarf wars and it screams a challenge to any elf or demon and with holy rage does seek to destroy. Cera, is used to it; so mearly cringes a slight bit then makes a hateful face at Kojan; who ignores her.

Kojan looks around, disgust on his face; nods to Baelinor and Vladimir; says to Vlad; well, not quite like old times my friend; only one dragon this time and the mage is not a wimp; nods to Fystor; rolls his eyes at Lorm; looks at the party; thin beams from his artificial eye landing upon each of you; over your gear and items; seems to seek you out and test your strength and powers. If you catch Kojan's eyes; you shiver; here is a guy you know has seen it all; done it all; and surrenders to none; the icon of a dwarf; immovable and implacable.

His voice quiet and with no hype or sense of self grandizement; he says very matter of fact. "you all are in for trouble not having a dwarf with you going underground; if you find a broken seal of the old ones; take care, handle it gently; bring it to me; any dwarf can tell you how to reach me."

Balfic; what in the world are you doing; all that light and darkness is giving me a headache; boy you and your hero migit tone down that darkness so I can look about; sheesh; you've grown a bit but watch yer step; I still might kill you in the morning (Vlad shakes his head and nods agreement) Kojan looks at him; Vlad; shrugs; "He is wiser than me and crafty; still, I cant say I am sorry he's my squire; Its my fault; I have been away and I knew he needed guidance, sigh. He is my duty; I will attend to it, have faith."

He gives a low bow and salute to Loviatar; who is after all in his dieties pantheon.

Kojan gestures with his artificial hand; and stares at Vlad, Vlad says; "oh; um, well; take the center near Fystor in case they spring a surprize on us; you can fill the gap;

OK, LETS KICK SOME BUTT; For the glory of UKKO.

Kojan does a area affect spell of Fortitude since he doesnt have time yet for the Hero feast he is so fond of; everyone gets +6 to Con for the length of the spell.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

Namaste

Spoiler:

your familiar is terrified at the sight of Kojan; like coming unglued; frozen in terror then crawling all over your body to hide; after a few it figures out it Kojan isnt going to smush it; it calms down a bit and relates a story.

Mistress of Mistress I plead of you; take us from the sight of Mighty Kojan and the screams of that dread hammer. Whereever Kojan is Princess Ariel is not far behind; strange tale that; the daughter of the strongest of the Abyss falls in love with the mortal Kojan. I know of this tale; wish to hear it, I will tell? The others might should know as well as Kojan


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

ok; in the distance you see the approach of 3 flying ghost ships; if you remember back to the trip over here pages; the elven fleet commanders warned about the Ghost ships.


M Human (Greek) Paladin of Athena 5 7/ Knight of Athens 4 6

Astinos faces the women to see if they approach. With a glance over his shoulder, "An epic battle unfolds and we are balked by a simple door? Kemnebi, can you disable it's wards?"


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

Not balked; will just take Thoronhen a bit to open it; lock is corroded; skills like this take time; not instantaneous; he will have it open soon; the lock that is; not the door; if you want to str check to be the door opener; that is cool; dc 22; heavy corroded door.

can I get the marching order going in; or will it be the same as the tunnel?


Male Half-Orc 9th lvl Cleric, 4th lvl Ninja, 1st lvl Black Flame Zealot

I take the time to take in my surroundings as there is a brief calm before the battle erupts again. As Champions and Hero's of Undeath regroup from the surprise assault. Sir Vladimir. I am glad you are with us this day. Princess I give a respectful bow to her. Sir Vladimir. Your Nephew, and my Asparity won a great victory for us under the Ocean. We both should be proud.

Hello Cera. I sigh as I see the Ratmen pour forth from the gate, and see an Effigy of myself and Cera. I hear a twang and see a crossbow bolt fall short of hitting Lorm. Looking at the pink cloak and candy cane staff I just shake my head. Seeing Akieko's little sister. Not knowing how well this group she is with knows her. Oni. We will have to talk later. Seeing the Cat people. Lorm has had children? These are yours and Wickeli's? I turn to face the Cloud Giant. Good to see you Sheska. Its been a very long time.

Feeling my blood run down my arm I turn and smile at Loviatar. I kiss Lady March on her forehead. As a father does to his daughter. You have my blessing. Go forth and see to it they succeed. Kissing the other woman on the forehead. You may go as well June. Attend to your sister. If this group has what it takes then give them this. I hand her a scroll case. They will need this knowledge.

I look to the sky, and the Solar. I am Baylinors friend and ally. Looking to Baylinor. I just arrived myself. So have not seen your axe. Though I will help you look for it. Just as I did on the day it was lost. I would appreciate some help with a certain Vampire on a Ghost Ship though. As the three ghost ships come into view.

A third woman appears before me holding a pony keg. She runs over to Kojan and places the keg before him. Then she disappears into the shadows. That should help your eyes adjust a little. Smiling at Kojan. The keg has three x's on its side.

At last I look at the Shadow Dragon. Go forth my Champion! Today is your day of glory and to be remembered. For history to be written of the deeds of Kormath!


Male Drow 5th lvl Fighter/2 Order of the Bow (Crossbow) Initiate

Now that Astinos is here I will take the rear of the party. Until we hear from Hwe Ko. When he does appear I will go back to the middle of the party.


Male Half-Orc 9th lvl Cleric, 4th lvl Ninja, 1st lvl Black Flame Zealot

As a players note. Anyone who worships the God of Darkness or who is a follower of Baslfic who can see Balfic gets a +5 bonus to skill/ability/savings throws/attack rolls/damage rolls. This is a Divine Bonus.


Male Human 12 Wizard\12 Sorcerer (Illusion) 2 Arcane Avatar

Well, the gangs all here. If you would please keep the enemies busy while I do what I can to assist those who go where we can not. As the Wizard walks over to the group you notice a cloud floating about his ankles. He nods to everyone. Raises an eyebrow at Thorom.Interesting! Sorry, now is not the time for introductions for time is critical. I would love to travel with you to aid you in your coming trial, but I am not permited. Please allow me to give what assistance I am able to provide. Pauses for a few seconds. There, it is done. +4 moral bonus to attack, saves, and skills, immunity to fear, and 20 HP, for 30 mins. If you have any questions or require any other assistance ask now for I must return to the battle.


Male Half-Orc 9th lvl Cleric, 4th lvl Ninja, 1st lvl Black Flame Zealot
Fystor wrote:
Well, the gangs all here. If you would please keep the enemies busy while I do what I can to assist those who go where we can not.

I nod to Fystor. I pet the chain as it unravels from my arm. It hisses at Lorm like a snake ready to strike. I calm it down whispering to it. I start spinning it out in front of me making a Spell Shield for any incoming spells from the Liches.


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

I cast greater mage armor for +6 acfor a total of 39


Okay folks, for the record;

Its Baelinor. Not Baylinor, not Bailinor, not Balinor or any of the other wrong combinations. B A E L I N O R.
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After the Solar finishes. Baelinor turns first to Lorm;

"Ah yes, of course he knows, he just didnt think it was important enough to let anyone else know..."

To Balfic;

"You misunderstand, it was not my axe I was question you about, but that which is coming along with our old aquaintance. The one with that unholy artifact that of which we can no doubt blame many an insanity since then on. That THING that she is traversing this land on is the Enemy, the real Enemy and as Donblas has commandeth what we must destroy. I would have hoped you would be aware of it..."

"That vampire is still chasing you? Given the rumors I have heard I would have thought you would have taken care of him by now. Never, fear though, I saved you once from him and intend to follow through with Donblas will and destroy all the little undeads before Freda arrives to feed her...spawn."

To Kormath and dragon;

"It would seem your have maintained your inward composer far better than the outward one...my most heartfelt blessings go out to your parents... I take it from your words your alliances have not changed and you still intend to deal with the comming enemy?"

He then approaches the Goddess Loviater..."Herald, if you will."


male Half-puck Barbarian-1, Cleric of the Grey-3

Grymbol's religion roll on seeing Balfic's sword: 1d20+4=19


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

This bonus is pretty cool; thanks to fystor; the pc's at the green door all get this bonus; it can either be a divine or enchanted magical bonus as it can either come from Fystor's diety; think Ki or the other one; either would do it; or from his magical power; so; fystor; please state which type of bonus it is as it matters for what adds to what just to avoid confusion.
thanks.

Fystor wrote:
Well, the gangs all here. If you would please keep the enemies busy while I do what I can to assist those who go where we can not. As the Wizard walks over to the group you notice a cloud floating about his ankles. He nods to everyone. Raises an eyebrow at Thorom.Interesting! Sorry, now is not the time for introductions for time is critical. I would love to travel with you to aid you in your coming trial, but I am not permited. Please allow me to give what assistance I am able to provide. Pauses for a few seconds. There, it is done. +4 moral bonus to attack, saves, and skills, immunity to fear, and 20 HP, for 30 mins. If you have any questions or require any other assistance ask now for I must return to the battle.


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

Why do you think that we are all here? He thought it was important enough for all of us to be here.


M Human (Greek) Paladin of Athena 5 7/ Knight of Athens 4 6

Astinos' religion roll 1d20+6=22


? Presumed Mongrelman Herald

Great Maiden; Chaste Daughter of Ice; Bringer of Knowledge Through Pain; Dark Maiden of Mysteries; Daughter of the Far North.

he grovels on the ground salute and head to earth; I plead on behalf of my master
BAELINOR STORMWALL,
HIGH PRIEST OF DONBLAS
HEARTHKINDLER AND MARGRAVE OF THE SOUTHERN HOLDS
FATHER OF THE LOST TRIBES
BEARER OF THE TITANS BAND; THE ICE GAUNTLET OF EQUINOX; THE STONE OF DESTINY

that you grant him audience and hear his request.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

Vladimir worships Ukko; you think him to be some Northern tribes greater diety of the sky.

Loviatar is also in that pantheon; she is the daughter of plague and evil and brings pain to all.

Donblas you have not heard of, but he seems to be a good guy.

Astinos wrote:
Astinos' religion roll 1d20+6=22


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

A very large Astral Cruiser appears high in the sky; the three ghost frigates move to intercept it; initial volleys back and forth of long range spells; catapults and the like are exhanged as they maneuver.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

A small halfing crawls out of a small hole in the ground
"damn tarnation! you idiot; we are lost still; again; You Simpleton.

A tuff looking but chargrin'd Barbarian climbs out of the hole; takes one look at the shadow dragon; yells "I DUNNA KNOW NUTHIN; NUTHIN" and dives back into the hole. A muffled, "try again short stuff; probably your big nose that is throwing off my sense of direction"

the Halfling looks pissed; mutters to himself; looks around.

"oh; hi guys, oh; Balinor; did you drop these; I think you been robbed; as we been lost around here thanks to this direction challenged muscle for brains; we saw these guys running around here and there and they had some scrolls and stuff with your name on them; cant have that; you know how I HATE theives; so rather than bother them with long winded talk and ask them questions; well; we just followed them till they sort of fell out of their pockets and such; so; here you go; got it all back for you; and just to be fair; some stuff with interest."

the halfling smiles and waves to everyone

he winks at Loviatar; "your still looking good girly; well, you owe me a few; why dont you grant old long beard here's request and call one or two you owe me square; (he elbows Baelinor) whispers "we short guys gotta stick together so this tall folk dont get to full o themselves."

well; gotta go; stupid barbituate couldnt find his way out of a straight tunnel with an opening at either end" He rolls up the hole and dissappears.


Male Half-Orc 9th lvl Cleric, 4th lvl Ninja, 1st lvl Black Flame Zealot
Baelinor wrote:

To Balfic;

"You misunderstand, it was not my axe I was question you about, but that which is coming along with our old aquaintance. The one with that unholy artifact that of which we can no doubt blame many an insanity since then on. That THING that she is traversing this land on is the Enemy, the real Enemy and as Donblas has commandeth what we must destroy. I would have hoped you would be aware of it..."

"That vampire is still chasing you? Given the rumors I have heard I would have thought you would have taken care of him by now. Never, fear though, I saved you once from him and intend to follow through with Donblas will and destroy all the little undeads before Freda arrives to feed her...spawn."

Yes I am will aware "She" is coming. Lets deal with this fight first. We have to stop her before she joins forces with the Paramander. Hopefully more of our allies will arrive.

And yes that pain in the arse Vampire is still chasing me. He has a habit of showing up when I am at a disadvantage. Kinda like Kojans old nemesis. He is still bitter you flew down from the rainbow and killed most of his orginal crew. He blames me for it. Go figure.


Male Efreeti, advanced manthing 45HD

ok; just for the benefit of the group that this adventure is centered around; this is all fluff and distraction for you mission; will end in a round or two when Thoronhen gets the door open. lot of these guys wanted to help you out with buffs and gifts.

one thing any person with good in their alignment absolutely has not question about is that Baelinor is a good guy; that aura he has leaves no doubt of his commitment to life and good; he radiates so much life that you can actually see his hair like his beard and eyebrows and the like grow; his skin is more healthy than you can imagine.


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

Speaking of Kojan's old nemesis, did you ever get rid of it permanently?


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

If the one at the door accepts, I will cast Cat's grace on him.


Male Human 12 Wizard\12 Sorcerer (Illusion) 2 Arcane Avatar

It is an Wizard spell and is a morale bonus (sorry or the typo) so stacks with all other buffs.


Male Catfolk Shade (magically altered human) Monk-8, Mage-16

For those of you who can discern such things, you do not see an aura of any kind around me.


Female Kalashtar (Eberon Campaign Setting p. 16) Psion 6 (7 when imp is within one mile)

Korvatha: "I know you, or I know of you. I have you to thank, in part, for my familiar here - strokes Falco's head - who trembles so in the sight of your companion - flicks her eyes over to Kojan. He has been quite the boon already, and if I might repay you someday, it will be my honor to do so."

Turning to Falco, I say, "Do not fear the mighty Kojan, Little One. He, as the rest, are here to protect us. And when this is over, your name will be praised along with all the others in the Halls of Heroes."

I chuckle at the conundrum of the halfling and barbarian and their wayward tunnel, then I turn to Loviatar.

Unlike previous greetings, where I performed a formal curtsey, I bow on one knee to the Lady who has been so gracious to me. "My Lady, I am honored to be in your presence. The gifts you have bestowed are deeply appreciated, and the pains you have exacted in cost have given me a sense of value and purpose I might never have known. When we have freed your Green Sister, she shall know of the value of your aid in our effort."


Female Kalashtar (Eberon Campaign Setting p. 16) Psion 6 (7 when imp is within one mile)
Valegrim wrote:
Anyone who sees Balfic can make a religion roll on seeing his sword.

Religion: 1d20+7=13


"There are no defensive wards that I can determine, merely bonds to enhance it's strength and durability. If Master Thorenhen is moving too slowly for you, I could blast it open, as subtly seems to be a thing of the past. Or someone could just knock it down" Kemnebi replies to Astinos, but never taking his eyes off of the assembled heroes of legend as they bicker, banter, quip and carry on like a bunch of school kids.

When the green robed mage approaches and offers a spell, Kemnebi bows deeply. He rises when the spell is cast. "Thank you." He says simply, all attempt at clever or intelligent remarks flown in the face of this gathering. Still, his eyes dart swiftly, taking notice at close range of the sigils sewn into the robe, the pink cape, and the candy-cane staff. At the last he raises an eyebrow, but does not dare to comment on it.

presuming that Lorm is offering the Cat's Grace to us all (Mass CAt's grace?) At Lorm's offer, Kemnebi looks momentarily unsure. He glances quickly at Nebibit, but only for a moment. Then he nods his acceptance, and bows again.

"Thank you." Is again his simple reply. But once again his intelligent eyes do not miss much as they swiftly scan Lorm's clothing and weapons. Finally a small smile dares to peek out.

"I look forward to our talk Master Lorm. Until then." And bows deeply once more before glancing once more over the preparing assembly of warriors, and then returning his attention to the door.

Original order is fine with me. As are any minor modifications. As long as the scaredy-cat is in the middle! ;)


Male Human 12 Wizard\12 Sorcerer (Illusion) 2 Arcane Avatar

Clarification: Heh, the pink cape and candy cane staff are actually on Lorm. Would not want to be seen wearing something like that. I have a wizards staff with runes all over it. I have no distinguishing features other than I radiate magic and light, and have a cloud floating about my ankles.

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