Currently playing in: THE SEERS JOURNEY, OOC:SEERS JOURNEY OOC
SKILL Total = Ability Mod. + Ranks + Class Skill + Misc.+DM Bonus
(+2 point for human) (8x5)+(4x5)+(6x4)+(4x4)+ 2(human)+ 10 (DM Bonus)=
Acrobatics* +18 = DEX 5+9+3+2CS
MAGIC Sp: Ghost Sound, 3/Day, CL5, DC14
Load: under 30lbs=Light
Gear in Haversack: (Everything Else)
Wealth: 43gp 5sp 6cp
Items Prices & Abilities::
Adamantine +1 Agile Flying Talon 11,170 2lb
Mitheral Chain Shirt +1 2100 10lb ARMOR
HEAD: Headband of Sustenance, 2,500 HEADBAND
Handy Haversack 2000 5lb
*Medallion of BAL-ZAT* (2/5 stones lit) *Gave into Van-Heara's care*
15 Normal Arrows
MW Theives Tools 100gp
-Portable Alchemists Lab (+2 to Craft checks)
-Gnomish Sleep Gas (1)
MOUNTS: Shadow (Dark Black) & Shade (Light Gray)
**Five pairs of manacles, all with magic inscriptions on them and runes in Abyssal:
-Sassone leaf residue, contact DC16 1 min. 1/min. for 6 min. 2d12 hp/1 Con 1 save 300 gp (0)
Oil of taggit *injury DC15 min. — unconscious 1d3 hours 1 save 90 gp (0)
Drow poison injury 13 — 1/min. for 2 min. unconscious 1 min./2d4 hours 1 save 75 gp (6) (4)
Medium spider venom injury 14 — 1/rd. for 4 rds. 1d2 Str 1 save 150 gp (2)
Large scorpion venom injury 17 — 1/rd. for 6 rds. 1d2 Str 1 save 200 gp (1)
Id moss *injury 14 10 min. 1/min. for 6 min. 1d3 Int 1 save 125 gp (2)
Blue whinnis injury 14 — 1/rd. for 2 rds 1 Con/unconscious 1d3 hours 1 save 120 gp (16)
Bloodroot injury 12 1 rd. 1/rd. for 4 rds. 1 Con and 1 Wis 1 save 100 gp (3)
Black adder venom injury 11 — 1/rd. for 6 rds. 1d2 Con 1 save 120 gp (2)
Shadow essence injury 17 — 1/rd. for 6 rds. 1 Str drain/1d2 Str 1 save 250 gp (2)
ZAN the Shadow:
CG Medium undead (incorporeal)
Dexterity Damage (Su)
Shadow's touch deals 1d6 points of Dexyerity damage to a living creature. This is a negative energy effect. A creature is paralyzed if this Dexterity damage equals or exceeds its actual Dexterity score.
LOOT LIST (& Clues):
Total Cash in Kitty: 11,873gp
4 rubies (Soul Gems, Karthan had them last)
**1 bag of small metal chunks; each chunk is random in shape and very flat and dull in color, though the metal itself gives the illusion of movement.
56,464 gp from selling of loot, plus Tanel's spare stuff.
Spent: 9,615 (Kelne)
Two potions of CLW & Boot of the Winterlands(Given to Cassandra)
3 suits of +2 dragonscale armor, scale mail, with resist fire 10
Scroll of Greater Teleport (x2, One to Boy, one to Kelne)
Kelne finds a +1 Adamantine Cunning Construct-baned Warhammer.
Jorzan finds a +1 Silver Keen Short Sword That has two channels carved in the blade that allow a double-dose of poison to be administered by those with such a skill. A small trigger ejects the poison, so the doses may be applied, then triggered at a later time, and they may be used both at once (forcing the victim to make two saves right in a row) or used independently of each other. The rogue also finds a +1 Corrosive burst Short Sword, though it is made just of steel.
1. *Wand of Illusory Wall *Astar
Spent: 1,800 (Amulet of disguise for Cassandra)
-a scroll case with some kind of involved essay or story on it: The essay/story appears to be written in a double-ciphered version of Abyssal, and is a description of the items required in a ritual to bring back Bal-Zat. It is unclear who the author is.
1 potion of Cure Moderate Wounds for each of you.
Pyotr hisses and reaches for the necklace of Sarenrae he wears around his neck. "You ask me. The Dawnflower should have Sundered Enhathlad, not my land. Those bastards. Those filthy nomads. All they care about is war, zo they can make a profit. They are unclean and ancient, tied to the filthy roots of the tanglereeds in the cold swamps." He pauses and sniffs. He is clearly upset. "Ze Cold Steppes, zis is what we call Enhathlad. Always war is their fault, always they breed the bad ones, the worst elves. Zey say this Black Dragonflight we have now, it is Enhathlad's fault. I believe it! The Wall, The Cold Steppes, eh, Jorrrrzan, why you want to know about zese places. Surely you don't go there? Better to stay here, where is quiet, and nice, and is good coffee and powerful klah. Maybe you take some classes, read about these places. Is better."
(From Sinkhole, Camor's Battle, Near Drow City)
Whatever this underground city is, it's clear that it either stretches out under the ocean, or occupies a pocket dimension or demi-plane of some sort.
The runes on the manacles all say the same thing: "Shadowguards."
There was no fighting down here. The fighting all occurred up in the room you started in, and ended when the floor caved in or exploded or whatever. Some kind of ritual was interrupted, possibly from multiple angles or by different people, with the final result being the giant hole you just came down getting created and everyone falling into it. It is not at all clear who was fighting whom. Based on livery and emblems, everybody who ended up down here was on the same side.
Jorzan is a smallish lad of slender build, yet he moves with an almost unearthly grace. Often it is difficult to get a clear view of him as he is most often cloaked and hooded and usually lingers in the shadows, sometimes seemingly disappearing from view even when looking at him. Yet those who do manage to see him notice a youth of average looks, but more compelling is the piercing intelligence which shines from his eyes. His clothing is always all black and tight fitting and he seems to make no concessions whatsoever to the weather, except for a sturdy hooded rain-cloak.
Jorzan is a quiet young man, who tends to keep to himself. He does not make friends easily, yet young children draw his attention like a moth to a flame. This is a fiercely independent young man, and therefore he adheres to no laws, leaders or morals save his own. As a result he has formed no specific attachment to any specific organization, although he is familiar with and known to the thieves guilds of several cities. His insatiable curiosity has caused him to range widely in his young years and he is now just as comfortable in the open wild as he is in an urban jungle.
Jorzan can seem cold to those who do not know him, but in his heart he wishes the world to be a better place and tempers his actions accordingly. He hates slavery with a passoin and is fiercely protective of the young, as a result Jorzan will go to virtually any length to protect those innocent ones he deems unable to protect them selves. The fact that Jorzan never knew the nurturing love of a parent has left him with virtually no sense of self preservation, causing him to often take daring, even insane risks.
Though hardly religious, at all, Jorzan considers himself Lucky. That along with his wandering spirit, has led him to look to Desna, more than any other God, as his patroness. Mostly though he depends on his own talents and skills in times of need.
Jorzan never knew his parents, or even really what a parent was. Born somewhere in the Unclaimed Lands, in the laboratories of a mad, twisted mage, for the first few years of his life Jorzan was treated as nothing more than an experiment, an object, constantly poked, prodded and examined. What the mad mage's ultimate motivations were shall never be known, but he had been using slaves as breeding stock and experimenting on them with dark magics, newborns that showed promise were spared while those that did not were treated...to a less kind fate. Jorzan was among those who showed the greatest promise, yet his living conditions were little better than all the rest.
Jorzan was five when the group of Paladins from Izmir who finally tracked down the evil wizard raided his laboratories and slew the arcane experimenter in an epic battle. All the slaves were freed and the children sent to orphanages in Izmir yet this attempt at a normal life never took with the strange, brilliant, little boy with the haunted eyes, who always seemed to prefer the shadows to the light. Finally one day, Jorzan went missing and was never to be found in the orphanage gain.
Preferring the freedom of the streets and being on his on, Jorzan struck out to find his own future. Though always grateful to the Paladins for his rescue, he found their ways too stuffy and strict and soon made his way to the much more rowdy Varna. There his talents and skills served him well and he easily survived in the hidden alleyways and dangerous streets he called his home and his connection with the darkness only continued to increase.
Now a young man, Jorzan continues to use his dark talents and gifts to make his way in the world. Though a loner by nature, occasionally Jorzan has joined with others when there was benefit to him to do so, yet up until now these groupings were never lasting ones for him. Freedom and independence are among the cornerstones of Jorzan's life. He is always free with his wealth to help these less fortunate than himself.
Eventually the wandering young soul made his way to Stormfare, with idle thoughts of perhaps attending the university there. As well he was very attracted to the idea of a city almost perpetually covered in cloud and shadow and where hooded people are a common sight. For the past year or so Jorzan has spent his time getting to know well his new city and it's inhabitants, especially the seedier ones. When word of war broke out, Jorzan's first thoughts were to simply avoid it, and with his skills he mused this would not be difficult. Yet when stories begin being passed about of child sacrifices Jorzan flies into an inner fury and he knows without doubt that he cannot stand idly by anymore. Recently, he has been seeking how he can best aid with the war effort and more specifically how he might be able to aid the endangered young ones.
The Explored Land Info:
The Ocean and the Northwestern Shores - Though the dwarves of Van-Monnen lay claim to this area that butts up against the White Dragonhold, in truth it is mostly a wasteland of arctic tundra, broken up in the south by only the hardiest of conifers and grasses. Moss clings to the occasional outcropping of bare rock. This is a most inhospitable land, filled with dangers, lacking in resources, and largely unexplored.
The White Dragonhold - just as its name would imply, this area of The Land is inhabited, patrolled, and governed -- such as it is -- by white dragons. Also largely unexplored. Stretches all the way across the top of the world.
Van-Monnen and Van-Duriss (aka The Forgelands) - Home to the greatest kingdom of dwarves in the Explored Land, the Forgelands have the twin distinctions of being simultaneously one of its most resource-rich regions, and one of its most dangerous regions. Dragons from the white dragonhold regularly make incursions south for fresh meat and treasure, raiding merchant caravans, and the White Cliffs that line the shore are said to hold unspeakable secrets.
[Unclaimed Lands] - In the space between, surrounded by The Forgelands on the west, Iridian to the south, the Frost Kingdom to the east and the White Dragonhold to the north, are many old structures from civilizations past; giant walls, crumbled castles, ruined roads, shrines to gods long forgotten and some to gods still worshipped today. This area has insufficient resources for anyone to attempt to claim it and keep it, and is mentioned in conujunction with enough rumours of undead and fey monsters to keep most of the curious away.
Allemagh - A matriarchal barbarian kingdom composed of smaller fiefdoms, said by dwarves to contain tremendous pockets of unmined natural resources, left untouched due to the sheer inhospitableness of both the land and its people.
Warbane - (Protected by Van-Seletharius, Great Wyrm Silver Dragon) - The city of Warbane is home to the greatest fighters known anywhere. Living, as they do, in range of the dangerous Forgelands and the perilous White Cliffs therein, the Warbanians have developed an economy that relies heavily on mercenary trade, in that soldiers from Warbane, in the employ of various kings, cities, merchants, etc. will regularly send money back to their homeland to assist in its upkeep and the training of children in the ways of war. Most warbanians are very large and muscular; near the maximum size for a human, often towering over half-orcs.
Stormfare - (Protected by Van-Galazzan, Great Wyrm Brass Dragon) - As mighty as Warbane is, so Stormfare is intellectual. Built on steep hills and constantly under rain or threat of rain, the denizens of Stormfare are used to being indoors a great deal, and developed the greatest University in The Land essentially just to have something to do. Generally a cozy, avuncular, and pleasant place to be. Not surprisingly, the baristas of Stormfare are said to brew the best Coffee and Klah anywhere in the land, a fact the halflings of H'arun, in the Desert of Lop, dispute.
The Frost Kingdom - Another of the less pleasant places in The Land, this area is peopled by Giants, Golems, and dire beasts of all sorts. Interestingly, certain of the tribes of giants and ogres greatly value textiles and gems from the south, giving those merchants brave enough, or rich enough to hire powerful guards able to make mountains of money by trading silk and southern gems for rare and exotic jewels and furs from the north.
The Great Trackless Woods - Very little is known of this giant, ancient forest. There are a few rugged outposts of miners and frontiersmen scattered here and there, mostly in the south, but the primeval forces that are the true denizens of the woods keep any real civilization at bay.
The Western Coast - Generally a sunny, arid, peaceful place, the coastline is home to excellent farm country, great healing magic, and many quiet towns.
Iridian - A cursed land, often referred to as a "cancer" or "blight" on The Land. The last king of Iridian went insane and was killed in an uprising by his own army. Since then, Iridian has remained leaderless and empty. Iridian began its life as "Shelyn's Jewel," according to some sagas and histories, but little remains in the way of actual, physical evidence to lend any credence to this tale.
Plains of Bennalad - The greatest farmland in The Land, its breadbasket. Peopled entirely by farmers or similar, and protected mostly by monks.
Protectorate of The Lake - Home to Izmir, the city of light and knowledge, beloved of and consecrated to The Inheritor, Iomedae, and home to a mighty force of her Paladins. Izmir has a great library and university, centers of medicine, and is an orderly, clean, lawful place. Just less than a day's journey north is Varna, which is as debauched and rowdy as Izmir is calm and orderly. Varna is home to many people, mostly halflings and dwarves, and is the last known residence of the great brewmaster Erasj (pronounced like "mirage" without the "m"), who is half-mad, but is the last man alive who knows the secrets of brewing Ki Ale, which enhances the powers of monks and other Ki-using physical prodigies.
The Despair of Vestrille - Swampy land north of Rass-La, said to be on top of a great nexus of ley lines, which would certainly explain the immense power radiating from the swamps and trees and the very earth itself. Home to all sorts of undead. It is said just walking in the swamps of the Despair will cause one to enter a terrible melancholy, with some adventurers supposedly becoming so depressed they simply walk into the marshes and vanish.
The Old Woods of Grozcne - Said by some to be an outcropping of the Great Trackless Woods, but by others to be the last of the original forests of the world, and actually older than the Great Trackless Woods, the Old Woods are filled with wild fey, strangely animated plants, and many powerful woodland creatures.
Hallas - A lush and green woodland/farmland. Little industry or trade, mostly subsistence farmers. Generally peopled by gruff, hardy folk. Not heavily populated.
Rass-La - Once the southern half of a grand woodlands kingdom, the desert of Rass-La is now a sun-baked wasteland. It was created some 2,500 years ago in what has come to be called The Sundering; when the goddess Sarenrae, at the behest of an Enhathladi battle-queen named Luaera, took her flaming scimitar and carved a scar into the world for reasons no one knows.
Enhathlad - Enhathlad is a wind-blasted prairie/steppes region, sparsely populated by taciturn, nomadic, and curiously nonmagical elves. These elves are both revered and reviled for making the most brutally effective weapons in The Land, including things like armor-piercing and explosive arrows, and blades of black steel that are bound to a swordmaster's life force and lend the weapon strange powers.
Goreme - Home to farmers and monks, and an area in which some of the finest horses and other domesticated animals are bred.
Desert of Lop - A dangerous and large desert whose name in the local tongue means "You go in, but you do not come out again." The city of H'arun is the pride of Lop, a waystation for merchants taking the trade route from Katapesh north to the Frost Kingdom, or returning from same.
Tuatha - Lush and glorious woodlands, peopled by strongly magical elves, an ancient and proud kingdom.
Katapesh - This area is comprised of desert and jungle, and is home to a healthy trade center; the capital city that shares its name. Everything from legitimate goods to slaves to illicit substances pass through the ports and trade routes of this land.
The Old Land - Filled with strange plants and creatures from out of time and dotted with ruins of ancient cultures long-dead, The Old Land is a constant destination for adventurers and explorers. Its most curious feature, from which it takes its nickname, is the large quantity of criss-crossing roads, all in terrible disrepair and most ending abruptly, for no apparent reason, in the middle of a field, or at a lake, or a mountain.
The Empire of Mists - Despite a healthy and active trade relationship with the rest of The Land, little is known about the Empire of Mists.
Tiria - By far the most successful, wealthy, and populated area of The Land, Tiria is home to the walled city of Lesotho, beloved of Abadar and home to his greatest Paladins, which is also a Draconic Protectorate looked over by the great and ancient silver dragon Na-Selene, famed for her tactical mind as well as her thirst for knowledge. Like Stormfare and Izmir, Lesotho also houses a great university.
Tiria is also home to the oldest, largest city and port in the land; Mamban. Divided into five distinct districts, or "delves," Mamban is the funnel through which most trade is poured, and home to countless mysteries and magics, not least of which are the Center City, the Shadowborn, the Lost Fountain, and Old Ness' Bar on the wharf.
From the marshy roads leading to the main city gates in the northeast and southeast, to the wharf district down at the ocean's edge, Stormfare is wet. Moist, sloshy, damp, soggy. Wet. Due to its location on the southern half of a large atoll, the currents and clouds of the ocean tend to get sort of "stuck" over Stormfare, and, lacking any better enterprise with which to busy themselves while in this interminable holding position, they rain.
A typical day in Stormfare begins with a clear, bright sunrise. The extreme angles of light allow the first rays of morning to sneak under the cloud cover, baffling the city's residents with their blinding glow. The confusion doesn't last, however, as the sun soon climbs above the cloudline, leaving the city bathed in its usual wash of grey.
The clouds begin misting early on, and this fine mist gives way to actual rain around morning tea-time. Sometime after lunch a real downpour usually begins, settling quickly into a cold, drenching rain that goes until dinner time. There is sometimes a second brief appearance of the sun as it sets behind the hills in the east.
Because of the constant presence of precipitation, the entire city of Stormfare has been built up in such a way that it resembles a man in a coat and rain cloak, with his hood pulled up over his head and his shoulders hunched up against the spray of cold water issuing forth from the sky. Buildings are mostly stout and round, with good, thick roof tiles and generous gutters and downspouts leading to gutters on the ground that are so wide and well-fortified they may as well be called trenches. Most are made of high-qaulity dwarven stonework. Windows tend to be small and round and thick, and every building has a wide and warm mud room inside the front door with plenty of places to hang dripping coats.
The interiors of most buildings are painted subdued but cheery colors, and have many paintings, artifacts, books, boardgames and pets scattered about the place, anything to help keep people's minds focused, calm, and active.
The hot beverages of Stormfare deserve special and particular mention. Stews, soups, tea, coffee and klah are all made and brewed for maximum impact, and are delicious beyond compare; they warm the body and soul alike, and in the case of the caffeinated beverages are quite bracing, elevating and enervating the mind. Klah brewed in Stormfare has been known to have actual medicinal properties, it's so good.
Geographically, the city starts down by the oceanside at the wharf, through ramshackle and weatherbeaten warehouses and inns, itinerant taverns and docks, all seemingly carved from the same giant husk of greyish driftwood. The back alleys are dirt or cobbled, whatever is most convenient for those who use them most. The alleys expand into streets heading up University Hill to the North, leading to the massive and sprawling University of Stormfare itself, its buildings indistinguishable from the civilian structures around it, homes and bookstores and theatres and coffeeshops. SO MANY coffeeshops. Going from the wharf straight east leads one up Swallow Hill to the tree-lined streets of the more residential neighborhoods. South, Traitor's Hill leads to the market district, a riot of colliding shops and storefronts, each doing its gaudy best to get attention from the inevitably ducking and rushing passersby all eager to get in from the rain, or get on to where they're going.
Notes on Interesting/Useful Conjuration Spells Possible to Cast:
Ablative Barrier F Surrounds the target with layers of force. UC
Blinding Ash Obscure vision and cause 2d6 fire damage per round. RP:101-3
[ ooc][ b]Round 0 Init 9[/b]
AC 26 HP 72/72 CMD 21
Special: 4 AOO/round, Evasion, Can't be flanked (unless by rogue >11), +4AC vs AOO's, Combat Reflexes & 10' weapon range
Buffs: Protection from Evil, Hide from Undead, Haste
Notes on Shadows & Shadowdancer revision: