An old terror has returned to plague the lands that border the forbidding Yatil Mountains! The folk of Perrenland, Highfolk, Ket, and Bissel have begun to whisper with fear that Iggwilv the Archmage has returned to the Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth to reestablish her old kingdom! The first signs were a sudden rash of ill omens observed throughout those realms bordering the Yatils; then came the withering of crops, the curdling of milk, and other signs of black witchcraft; and finally, the return of Iggwilv was heralded in the capitals of the afflicted realms by black-robed witches, who delivered a dire ultimatum--accept Iggwilv as queen and goddess, or suffer drought, pestilence, and plague!
And so began the dreadful drought that has afflicted the lands bordering the Yatils for the last four months. Rats and vermin infest the cities and towns, spreading disease and draining granaries, pantries, and larders. A plague of locusts devoured what was left of the withered crops, and famine was soon felt in the afflicted lands--livestock were lost daily to starvation, and predators deprived of their usual prey.
Already reeling from the news of Iggwilv's return and the effects of her black coven's craft, the lands were to suffer even worse fates:
After the stalwart folk of the afflicted lands had resisted Iggwilv's demands for two months, a gargantuan red dragon began to ravage the countryside, burning the dead groves and causing wildfires to race across the lands. Virtually overnight, the capitals filled with refugees, and the countryside was abandoned. Many folk have fled to safer lands, and as word of the evils affecting the lands has spread far and wide, trade to those lands has ground to a halt, all but delivering the coup-de-gras to the doomed lands.
Unfortunately, the true coup-de-gras has finally been delivered:
Demons have begun to stalk the crowded streets of the cities, torturing and killing in wanton raids until they are driven off by the mightiest clerics, wizards, and other adventurers in residence. The subjugation of the afflicted lands has already begun--Ket and Perrenland have submitted to Iggwilv, and an exodus from those realms has begun, but many who try to flee are captured by Iggwilv's monstrous minions and publicly tortured to death. It seems that a second reign of Iggwilv the Witch-Queen is at hand!
Tuning in, and always ae eager fool for Greyhawk material. Keep going!
Unfortunately, the true coup-de-gras has finally been delivered:
BTW, it's "coup de grâce". "Coup de gras" translates to "grease hit", like someone beaten to death with a slice of lard. Awful way to die... :)
Tuning in, and always ae eager fool for Greyhawk material. Keep going!
Unfortunately, the true coup-de-gras has finally been delivered:BTW, it's "coup de grâce". "Coup de gras" translates to "grease hit", like someone beaten to death with a slice of lard. Awful way to die... :)
Thanks, Smarnil! You might be interested in checking out the Wizard of Witchfire Mountain journal, as it is set in the March of Sterich in GH.
Death by lard would indeed be awful, and probably take a long time! :)
PALADIN a'course
. . . Peoples is jealous of me, mate.
Ah yeah, it's cuz the gods 'emselves ‘ake the times outa their own schedules just a keep an eye on me.
Why just the other day Pelor 'imself came to me in a dream and he says to me, in a'riddley whispery, 'hat I needs to move ons away from the Sterich Marchin and gets o' up norths cuz'n thar's some demonses and such.
Now, Iya tellen to ya troothful, mates, Pelor 'imself don'ta come talken to me too much, see, but when he duz, he knows the time a day, he do. Just a whiles agon he tells me to leave the Greyhawk Free City wheren I'ms a from an' go to the Storchich Marches to kill somes devilses and I tol' 'im, I sayd, Pelor, me ole Mate, I ain'ta ne'er 'eard a no bloody “Sterich” but well, you know how ol’ Pelor is – so me rolled along the Storich Land, met some folkses 'hat wanted to help me kill some devilses -- And now, somes of us are agonna go up north to kill some demonses.
A'course, Pelor ain'ta the only deity what likes to talk to me. So, mate, they's a whole bloody gang of 'em.
Why just the other day Mayaheine herself tol' me how hots she isn fer me 'causen a hows I killed me a meean ol' Gelugond-Iced-Devils what had excaped from Bloody 'ell to comen up 'ere to the Starch March and so I could kills it. And that's just what I did, too, wit' me mates.
A'course, Mayaheine whispers to me lots an' lots, now and me other perty goddsesses is getin' a wee bit jalousen. But 'hat's okay, I tell Lirr an' Lydia an' Myhrisssss, I can whispers to all o' 'em.
Anyhoo, I shor am excited abouts goin' up north to whereevers tha' Iggywilfy girl is and meetin' her and killin' all her demonses. I loves killin Demonses as much as I love killin' Devilses. Why hey, I was jus' tellin Sotillion, I had e'ersomuch funs a'killin' that Glabrezu-typed3-demon-dog afterin we had a kilt 'hat Gelugon-Iced-Devils, I'm a hankerin' fer some more demonses to kill!
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Your Magnitude,
I hope this missive finds you well; I’ve heard of Istivin’s recent troubles with The Malgoth and rumors of a powerful Ice Devil naming himself Prince Azure or sumesuch euphemistic nonsense. All is well in Hardby but it's time for me to move on.
Despotrix Ilena loved your anecdote about the Giantess and the Drunken Drow – half of Hardby has been sharing it with the other half. One of the playhouses in Ebbfields has even made a skit of it and it’s still all the rage here. Your yarn’s even made its way to Greyhawk – Oooh, speaking of the Free City, remind me when I see you to tell you about Mordenkainen's most recent flavor of the month! (And Lord Robilar shaved his beard!)
Dren, I’m coming to Sterich! By the time this reaches you I’ll be in the Gran March getting that dinner Magnus owes me for solving the Druid Medusa’s riddle in the Dim Forest. Heh, Magnus: “big” man / “little” magic; you know what I mean ;)
Anyway, I’ll be in Istivin about 4 days after you get this, but only for a day or so. You know me, I have to experience all of the Flaeness – not like those boring sages like your Algorthas, waiting patiently in their ostentatious towers for knowledge to come to him! Speaking of Algorthas, please forward to him the following letter.
See you soon!
Your Sister in the Arcane Arts,
Rel Astra (and the Whole of the Flaeness)
Order of the Sensates
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Algorthas,
I’ll be visiting Istivin soon and look forward to seeing you again, haggling over various bits of knowledge we’ve picked up since our last meeting.
Specifically, I want to know everything about The Malgoth and the Ice Devil that has troubled the Sterich March recently. More importantly, I want to talk to the Baron hero who defeated Prince Azure (All I know is that his name starts with a “Z.”) And I can trade some bits of info from Rel Astra about the Fiend-Sage....
I need to talk with Baron Z and his fellow Fiend-Fighters about a serious problem we’re starting to hear about in Perrenland and the Yatils. I’m sure you’ve heard by now rumors that Iggwilv the Witch Queen has returned from Azzagrat, hopefully without Graz’zt this time, and is rebuilding a horrible base of evil.
I intend to convince this Baron Z and his fellows to join me going up north.
Please forward the following letter to him.
Rel Astra (and the Whole of the Flaeness)
Order of the Sensates
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To the Newest Heroes of the Sterich March,
I am Varysia McCandles, a Loremaster Wizard not unlike your friends Algorthas and Verbain. With one exception – I travel throughout the Flaeness, experiencing all. And steadfastly fight encroaching Fiends from the Lower Planes.
I plan to meet with you at your new Keep in western Sterich to discuss the Flaeness’s need for those like you in a new crisis. Perhaps you have heard of a powerful Demonologist and Summoner/Witch named Iggwilv, author of The Demonomicon, lover and imprisoner of Graz’zt, mother of Iuz the Old and daughter of Baba Yaga….
She’s back.
I hope that I can convince at least some of you to accept me as a colleague and team with me to adventure up north, to seek and destroy Iggwilv’s new cult.
As for me,
-I am a human wizard, specializing in Abjuration and with a Focus on both Enchantment and Divination Magic. I am weak at Illusion and Necromantic Magic.
-I am a “loose” member of the Order of the Sensates in Sigil (a metropolis in the Outer Planes) that believes in experiencing all “sensation,” travelling the Planes, or in my case the Flaeness, to see and learn all.
-I am an accomplished Diplomat, Sage (rivaling Algorthas) and Linguist (25 languages).
-I was born and educated in Rel Astra, City of Stars, and the greatest site of learning in all the Flaeness. But I have lived and studied in The Free City of Greyhawk, Hardby, Veluna and the Kingdom of Ahlissa. I have also spent time in Sigil and other cities in the Outer Planes.
See you soon,
Rel Astra, City of Stars
Order of the Sensates
Skoarn Vardriksson, "Thrall of Kord": CG male human barbarian 1/cleric 11
Exceptionally strong and fearless, with a boisterous and jolly nature, Skoarn enjoys front-line fighting, boosting his combat efficacy with divine magic (shield of faith, righteous might, etc.) before raging and plowing into the enemy with his magically keen greataxe, hasted by his boots of speed.
Commonly-shouted oaths, battle-cries, and expressions: "Kord's cod-piece!", "I thirst for mead, and my axe thirsts for blood!", "'Tis clobbering time!", "Let us wrestle, friends!", and "Is anyone else hungry!?"
Dim-witted but charming, and blessed with a muscular physique and handsome features, Skoarn dallies often with comely wenches. He enjoys revels, imbibes large quantities of mead and eats heartily at feasts, and usually begins to challenge fellow revelers to wrestling matches after a few flagons.
Having wandered the breadth of the Flanaess, from his homeland among the Snow Barbarians to the March of Sterich, Skoarn seeks new challenges to overcome, new monsters to slay, new maidens to deflower, new flagons to drain, and new treasures to plunder. He has heard tales of a bold band of heroes who recently saved the March of Sterich from two great evils--a powerful ice devil known as the Azure Prince, and an even-more-powerful lich known as the Wizard of Witchfire Mountain--and seeks them out, for he would join them in their further adventures, and add his deeds to theirs in the songs of the skalds!
Betcha 5 coppers the Paladin's dumber than the Cleric!
Narwhal of Fharlanghn, CG male human cleric 12
The third cleric of Fharlanghn to serve as healer to the heroes who liberated the March of Sterich from the evil forces of the Azure Prince and the Wizard of Witchfire Mountain, Narwhal has agreed to travel with several members of that worthy band on their further adventures, to provide what guidance and succor he can against the perils that beset the road ahead.
"Dudes! You brought me back from death after that gnarley lich-dude hosed me with that bogus finger of death spell! You dudes are totally awesome! May Fharlanghn, like, totally magnify your bodacity tenfold, yo!"
*Coming back from the grave, atop "Polgar's Hill," to kill Narwhal the valley girl.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
By Kord's Crusty Cod-Piece!! Such glorious slaughter!!
Methinks it must be providence that led me to these boon companions who now share my adventures! I've not had such fun since my former companions and I--may they find better fortunes in the afterlife--sacked the Ghost Tower of Inverness!
We've not been a week yet in the witch-plagued land, and already my axe has tasted the blood of no less than eight demons! Maybe nine, or ten--counting is not my area of expertise--chopping up demons is!! My boon companions are old hands at it, too! Especially the elf, and the crazy chap who hears the gods--they really seem to get the same special thrill that I do from seeing demon heads flying from demon bodies!! HAHAHAHA!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! [Cough]
Ah! Join me for a flagon, friend!! All this laughing and boasting has given me a powerful thirst!! We must drink all the mead and ale here in Highfolk before the inns and taverns are all burnt down by the giant red dragon that's been flying about, burning everything to ashes! Stupid beast!! My axe has a few bones to chop with that dragon, by Kord's Bloody Knuckles!!
[Guzzle ... guzzle ... guzzle ... guzzle ... guzzle ... BURRRRRRRRP!!!]
Ah! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! That's better!! Now, where was I?
Oh, yes! Dragons, and demons, and chopping! HAHAHAHAA!! Who wants to wrestle? I'll pin anyone, man, woman, or beast!! HAHAHAHA!!! But I'll only kiss the women!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
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Your Magnitude,
I wanted to let you know how we're doing up here in Highfolk, our first stop after leaving the Sterich March, and ask that you'll help me pressure Commandant Magnus and His Majesty, Kimbertos to send their own troups up here to help Highfolk, or at least to Mitrik.
But first, Dren girlfriend, these heroes of yours with me are impressive. Especially this Cleric of Kord -- there's a chemistry there between us, but don't get your hopes up -- you know me: all business / no pleasure. Still....
And that Paladin. He keeps calling me Sotillion! Except when I'm teaching everyone about demons or the history of Perrenland and Iggwilv or something -- Then he starts calls me Lirr! He whispers in his sleep, flirting, with half the goddesses of Oerth it seems. Normally I'd say he's crazy but honestly, those Paladin powers are coming from somewhere.
Anyway, enclosed is a rundown on what we've discovered in our first four days so you'll know what exactly it is we're dealing with up north.
I'm also sending it to Magnus, Canon Hazen in Mitrik and General Robin Van Persie in Greyhawk, you know, the gish/ magus that I used to study with (and date) -- yes, he's a General now and has at least a bit of Nerof's ear to bend for me and our common cause.
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Robin Van Persie
General of Greyhawk F.C.,
I don't know if you've heard by now or not, but I'm with a group of adventurers recently arrived on-site in Highfolk, fighting against Iggwilv's return to Perrenland and the Yatils. We've been here 4 days and here's what we've encountered so far.
The co-rulers, elf and human are sorely pressed. Their resources are entirely devoted to protect the from siege. In other words, they aren't really putting much in the field to counterattack Iggwilv in Perrenland.
There is a gargantuan that has attacked Highfolk a few times and, considering its philosophical alignment, is likely sided with Iggwilv, though we only assume this.
Better news, the , now circles Highfolk in protection from the Red, and in general.
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We haven't been there personally but word is not good, maybe even dire. Elves are currently in a furious fight against Iggwilv. Hopefully they can hold out until we or others can relieve them.
Once the Vesve falls I see an immediate sacking of Highfolk.
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Again, we haven't been there yet but word is that Ket (as usual) has fallen. There are reports of resistance groups, furiously fighting and keeping Iggwilv from continuing her blitzkrieg into .
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Fallen.
Iggwilv isn't The Witch Queen of Perrenland for no reason.
We've made contact with a handful of Elf freedom fighters led by a . She is one of a small handful of heroic fighters operating in Perrenland.
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, deep in the , is being teleported around the region by Iggwilv. Clearly, Iggwilv's magic is far more powerful since her return from Azzagrat -- or she has an artifact of incredible power she uses to move her HQ.
Iggwilv, as reports have said, is sending to various communities to subjugate -- and failing that, she's sending to do it. We randomly encountered, and killed, a large group of in the Yatils that had conceeded to Iggwilv.
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In the Yatils we encountered and furiously fought a powerful group of Iuz's thralls including an Anti-Paladin, Cleric of Iuz, a female Ninja wearing jade green, a Wizard, Sorcerer and a couple Vrocks and an ogre. Our Monk, Serpico, fell but our Cleric of Fharlanghn, narwal, raised him.
When we killed a few of them, their bodies were teleported away via a Contingency. We know their thralldom to Iuz through The Old One's heraldy.
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In the Yatils we destroyed a and her servants, the and some local .
Scary part: They were sent by . Apparently the Demon Prince sent the Lamia Matriarch to assist (_spy on?_) Iggwilv. I was able to briefly convince her I was an Alu-Fiend; that's how we got the info.
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Just inside the temple we killed a large number of local using it as a lair. Deep inside we fought a The Marilith teleported away before we could banish her to the Abyss. We don't know whom She serves.
. . . . We do not yet know if the thralls of Iggwilv, Graz'zt and Iuz are working together or whatever.
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We met and befriended the well-known Gnome mayor, , long resident of the valley next door to Tsojcanth's old caverns and Lair. The gnomes are doing well, dealing with the norkers and such they have always dealt with. They had no new news on Iggwilv. We will try to keep in touch with them.
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We traveled briefly to , the nation's capital city, and made friendly contact with one of the Clerics, . Moreover, we were given audience with , who is greatly ill. He informed us that he can not again wield the famed artifact, to drive Iggwilv from the Flanaess.
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We also have reports that are being sighted. Most likely, a Gate or Rift is open not just to The Abyss but to the Lower Planes.
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Finally, we have killed an unrelated gargantuan that has been a local menace in the Yatils for a long time.
Your friend
Rel Astra
Order of the Sensates
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Cast of Heroic Players:
.... CG Human Wizard / Loremaster
.... LG Human Monk
.... CG Dwarf Fighter
.... LG Human Witch w/ his Bat Familiar
.... LG H-Elf Paladin of Pelor ...(and Mayaheine, Lydia, Lirr, Sotillion, Myhriss,...)
.... CG Elf Ranger, archer
.... CG Human combat Cleric, Thrall of Kord
.... CG Human Cleric of Fharlanghn
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Cast of Heroic Players:
.... CG Human Wizard / Loremaster
.... LG Human Monk
.... CG Dwarf Fighter
.... LG Human Witch w/ his Bat Familiar
.... LG H-Elf Paladin of Pelor ...(and Mayaheine, Lydia, Lirr, Sotillion, Myhriss,...)
.... CG Elf Ranger, archer
.... CG Human combat Cleric, Thrall of Kord
.... CG Human Cleric of Fharlanghn
Just a few corrections to make Serpico is a LN Oread not a LG human. and Marvin is LN as well not LG.
*written on a piece of paper since Serpico has a vow of silence*
My name is Serpico.
I was raised learning the Snake style from birth so I was named Serpico derived from the word serpent however I was also taught how to use other styles and I have learned to use many at once an ability that most of my companions do not have.
Because I don't talk instead of learning how to trick others with my words and mannerisms I have learned to study them quite well.I have become very able in telling if others are lying. I have also studied more languages then others normally do so my ability to detect lies can be used with many creatures and dealings not just my native tong of Terran and the Common language that most speak but other languages as well so that non my converse in secret and lie to my friends and family.
As one of the strongest of my monastery I was sent to Sterich to help with the Demon problem but when I got their I had found that 6 powerful adventurers had completed my task. While feeling a great sense of gratitude towards them I also felt indebted to them for fulfilling my duties so I have decided to travel with travelers as a way to thank them.
you all wouldn't be able to function without me why I was the best at letting us all run away you need me so I shall stay with you...plus Grymalkyn being by himself up in that mountin I think that he will go crazy with the loneliness and well I don't want to have to deal with that crazy fool
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Well guys, since we're sitting sitting in this bar in Highfolk doing nothing (except watching Skoarn wrestle with that half-ogre regular, and Samhain Aqualung mistake the tavern owner's wife for Myhriss), why don't we talk about where we want to go tomorrow morning after we prepare our spells and such?
It sucks that we can't think of a way, yet, to protect ourselves against scrying; once our enemies get wind of who we are, we're likely to find a brace of Balors teleporting into our camp. We have to continue to think of a way to prevent this.
Meanwhile....
Here's my vote for what I think we should do next; what are your thoughts?
1) Ask (or other adventurers) about where the local Green Dragon lair is. Bluff our reason, that we want to go to his lair and take him out to see if he has any info on Iggwilv's return -- the dragon may know. ... Of course, really it's just an empty treasure room but we should find it before the Gargantuan Red finds it (dragons sniff those things out pretty well), or worse, some of Iggwilv's demons stumble upon it. Even if we can't find a way to sell the loot yet because Highfolk can't afford to, it behooves us to find it and store it away for later!
2) Return to Tharizdun. ... Where did that come from and to whom is she aligned? Is there a Gate or something down there that we need to destroy; is that where fiends are coming from? If we spend just a bit of time searching we may be able to find out and if there's nothing there, well, at least we'll know and won't have to worry about it. We should, though, contact and let him know that his old enemies, the may become more active because of us. Can't be helped.
3) Scry on the to try to find some elves or other freedom fighters with whom we can teleport to and begin immediate aid in the great forest just north of . I think we need to be as hands-on as possible there until we get a good feel for what's what in The Vesve.
4) First, tonight before we go to sleep, I'd like you, Narwhal, to cast a with Fharlanghn to find out the following:
Are Iggwilv and Iuz working together in the region? (We may not get an answer on this one since even Demi-Powers have ways to hide from other Powers.)
Is Iggwilv using an Artifact to move the Lost Caverns of Tsojcanth?
What do you guys think?
What do you think we should do?
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And if anyone else has a yes/ no question that Narwhal can ask in his Commune, it'd probably be cool to ask before Fharlanghn posts the answers.
. . . . Also, while Narwhal casts his Commune and before we talk to or the Gnomes about the Green Dragon's lair, I'm gonna spend a couple hours in Highfolk trying to find someone with a map of the southern border of The Vesve. If we can get a map of the border with say, 10 miles south of the Vesve and between 30 and 50 miles into the Vesve, it'd be a great purchase.
I think we need to deal with the Marilith first since having a high class demon running around the area will be quite disastrous for us and all the people in the area.
As for any questions to ask...of the enemies in the area who has the most influence in the area.
Also I think that asking about the dragon's lair is an important thing to do so that we can have some items we can sell to give ourselves some more cash flow or we could give our spoils to the city of high folk to help them against the attacking demons
Wooooaaaahhhhh, man! Fharlanghn . . . dude . . .
[Tokes his Gandalf pipe and coughs a few times.]
We've been slaying demons at a bodacious pace the last few days, mainly in this big cave under the Forgotten Temple of Tharizdude, er, Tharizdun.
Twice now . . . or has it been more than that? [Squints at Gandalf pipe.]
Anyway, a couple times now, we fought this groovy marilith and her demon buddies--some nalfeshnees, and a bunch of nasty hezrous, most recently--and have been really kickin' their hairy butts! [Chuckles and hits the Gandalf pipe.]
I communed with the F-dude himself, and was most enlightened! The demons are mainly in league with Iggwilv, but the marilith is one of Graaz't's chicks. The big-arse red dragon that's been burning everything--we came across his dirty work in the Vesve--is also serving Iggwilv.
As for the bad-arse banditos that gave us a hard time in the Yatils, they serve Iuz, and I bet they've been sent to act all, "Hey, Iggy-Baby, your son sent us to help with your groovy evil plans and stuff!", while spying and generally being b+~&!*~!s.
Also found out the demons are coming through a permanent gate in the Forgotten Temple of Tharizdude! Unfortunately, the gate is also Tharizdude's friggin' prison, dude! If we destroy that, we'll be releasing a crap-ton more evil into the cosmos than even all the friggin' demons in all 666 friggin' layers of the Abyss!
We decided to help out the elves in the Vesve, y'know, 'cause they're really far out, and gettin' alot of heat from Big Red and Iggy's demons. So we checked out some maps, and Varysia TPed us there like that! [Snaps.] Big Red had been there three days earlier, and the forest surrounding Flameflower was burnt to a crisp for miles! The elves had survived by going into catacombs under the town and with magic, and were busy cleaning up the mess, scrubbing the soot off the walls, and all that stuff. We met Prince Melf, dude! He was in town with a band of elven knights to aid in the fight against Iggy and her monsters, and commended us for our bad-arseness in beating down demons!
We took on a few jobs for the elves, taking back this far-out tree village the wood elves had been kicked out of by this tribe of orcs, and cleaning out a cave in a swamp in the Defiled Glade that had a bunch of gugs and a giant froghemoth in it! That fat-boy was gnarley, dude!
[Tokes the pipe. Coughs for a moment.]
Then we decided to head for Baranford, to see how they were faring with all this demons 'n dragons bullshizz goin' down. On our way, we met some groovy fey who lived in and guarded an old hill tomb of a goodly ranger who protected them when she lived. There was a satyr named Piper who spoke for 'em all, but there were sprites, pixies, brownies, leprechauns, and a dryad who was most impressed with what was revealed when one of the little leprechaun dudes dropped Samhain's trowsers! [Chuckles.] We partied with the fey for a bit--Piper was layin' down some far out shizz on those pipes of his--and even the ranger-chick's ghost came out to dance and party with us! Then, we bid them farewell, and continued on to Baranford.
As we were nearing the south edge of the Vesve, we were ambushed by a gargantuan ancient green dragon, and she was PISSED about the red dragon burning "her" forest! We tried to point out that, DUH, WE'RE NOT RED DRAGONS, but she insisted on taking it out on us! Well, we showed her what was what, and her corpse will now feed the beasts of the forest as they fed her for so long. Unfortunately, poor Skoarn caught the brunt of her dying wrath, and that's after taking a couple puffs of her gnarley green vapors! He was too dead for my breath of life spell to overcome, so I had to raise him and then restore his memory (levels) with a couple of restorations. He's no worse for wear, I've died myself, and it's a real bummer, but when you hang out with powerful dudes like me and my buds, death is but a temporary nuisance!
So, we finally arrived at Baranford, and when we saw the plumes of smoke in the distance, we knew it was bad. Big Red has burnt B-ford to the ground, dude! What a friggin' bummer!
HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
'Twas glorious, my friends! Glorious!
First, I die a hero's death in the jaws and claws of the great green dragon, which was glory upon glory in itself!
Then, I find myself born up to the Valhalla of Kord by a buxom valkyrie, where a platter of steaming meat and a flagon of mead were slid down the boards to my place at Kord's great table! Glory upon glory upon glory!!!
AHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
Then, just as a great free-for-all was breaking out amongst we einherjar, my soul was returned to my body by good friend Narwhal, who explained that my adventures on Oerth were not yet over! A chance for new glories!! And a chance to die ANOTHER HEROIC DEATH!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
Glorious? If you say so my friend.
Now that we have lost the stronghold of Baranford what should we do? should we go to Highfolk and tell Flameflower by silver raven or vise-versa?
Also what will our new plan of attack be? shall we go to the vesve and try to thin out the ranks some more as well as trying to gather more info? or shall we head back up to Yatil Mountains and get ourselves's some more info up their?
Or do any of you have some other suggestions?