Grand Duchy 125

Grand Duchy of Adventure

Session 125
August 23, 2017

Light 'Em Up!

Nytdain 15 Klarmont

The undead horde surges toward the location of the Grey Company while the words of the Mage Ghoul echo through the ancient halls. Griffin says,  “Okay, guys and gals. let's go!”

Remar announces, "More undead incoming. Can any of you tell if any of the Traldar are still able to be helped? We have to get them outta here" Griffin moves forward to help the Traldar!

Kasiex says "I see no moving Traldar, only some dead ones." Griffin scans the area and only sees a few unmoving Traldar laying in the main door.The rest of the Traldar must have fled to the south. A Wight comes shuffling around the corner And a Ghoul as well. Iris moves forward to back up Griffin bravely but she is still shaken in the presence of the undead.

Remar hurls a magical bolt at Ghoul's head and the magic bolt rocks the Ghouls head back but it keeps its feet. The voice of Malthius rattles around inside Remar's head, "Whatcha wanna do, Rema? Play catch wit it?"

Draven hurtles across the open distance and takes a wild swing with his mace. The Ghoul attempts to dodge Draven's attack and succeeds!

Kasiex moves up trying to find a good shot as the slower undead surge forward as well. Griffin, in looking for an opponent and finds one! A Wight makes a wild swing at Griffin's torso and face. Griffin blocks the first attack and parries the second strike, wounding the Ghoul in the process.

A Ghoul slashes at Draven's face with its claws and fails! Draven laughs in the face of the living dead. Iris attempts to slash at the zombie near Griffin and hits it. Griffin and Iris take turns hacking at the ghouls!

Remar whispers "partum ignis" as he casts his spell and a huge fire springs up from the ground beneath the undead! Iris raises her brows in surprise. The undead let out mournful cries and Kasiex scrunches his nose up at the smell of burning undead flesh while he steps up, his bow ready and growls, "more from the north!" Kasiex shoots at Wight's torso with an arrow and succeeds! The Wight attempts to dodge Kasiex's attack and somehow manages to catch Kasiex's arrow and break it in half! Seeing this, Iris sucks in a breath through her teeth

Griffin attempts a Rapid Strike! The Wight attempts to dodge by jumping back from Griffin's attack but fails. Griffin's onslaught of blows takes the Ghoul down!  Another Ghoul steps up into Griffin's personal space and grabs him but luckily, he blocks it with his shield. Then a Wight steps up into Griffin's personal space as well and grabs him as well. The Wight grapples Griffin's torso with energy draining hands and succeeds! Griffin Parries and manages to slash the grabbing Ghoul in the process!

A Ghoul grapples Draven as well, trying to drag him down but Draven avoids the attack. Nearby, Iris swings her saber at a zombie and cuts into it while Remar whispers "partum ignis" as he again tries to Create Fire but the spell fails this time.

Draven rushes the ghoul in front of him, trying to push him back into the fire but isn’t quite strong enough to shove him back and Kasiex tosses his bow behind him and once again draws his sword. An attacking Zombie swings at Kasiex and hits but the Hutaakan's scale armor absorbs the blow.

Another Zombie swings at Iris's torso with a weapon and hits but she jumps back and dodges the attack. Iris then swings her saber at zombie as it shambles forward!

Griffin attempts to drive the wight back with a speedy onslaught! Griffin’s flaming weapon catch it on fire. The wight is not happy at being in flames! Griffin makes another Rapid Strike! The Wight attempts to dodge Griffin's attack and fails! Griffin slices the wight deeply! The Wight then grabs at Griffin's torso with its hands and succeeds!

A Ghoul also steps into close range and grabs at Draven's torso with its hands and succeeds but Draven swats away the ghouls hands with his shield. Iris slashes at another Ghoul, cutting him. The Company's weapons are biting into the creatures, they just aren't being effective enough!

Nearby, Remar whispers "partum ignis" again, causing another circle of flame to spring up from the stone floor, while next to him, Draven steps forward and calls forth the power of his gods to destroy the filth that surrounds him and his friends. Remar wonders why it doesn't seem to bother Malthius when Draven does his thing and then the voice of Malthius rattles around inside Remar's head, "Ye just mind yer own frakkin business, boy!"

Draven's holy blast ravages the undead horde, causing some of them to lose their desire to fight! Draven laughs as the holy energy rushes through him. "Down to the iciest pits of hell with you all!" Meanwhile, Kasiex swings at zombie's torso with a sword and succeeds! The zombie fails to dodge and the Hutaakan’s sword bites in.

Griffin steps into the flames to escape the close combat with the wight, then slashes at the foul undead to his left, making two rapid strikes. The Wight attempts to dodge Griffin's attacks and fails! The wight goes down.Griffin feels the flames licking at his heels, but is not yet burned.

A Wight swings at Kasiex's torso with a weapon and  hits but Kasiex manages to dodge the strike. The ghouls continue their attack, though many of them have been terribly wounded. A Ghoul swings at Draven's face with its undead fingers but misses while another Ghoul swings at Iris's face with a handful of clawed fingers and also misses. Iris finds herself surrounded by ghouls, she looks back at Draven and takes a retreating step backward while swinging her saber at the nearest Undead. She manages a skillful strike against the Ghoul.

Remar hurls a magical bolt at a nearby Ghoul's head, striking it solidly and causing Ghoul brains and skull to spray over onto Draven and Iris. Remar grins as he drops another opponent.

Draven steps forward and shouts "Yes! Come to me, to your deaths! That which is dead should remain in the grave!" as he unleashes his disruptive divine blast! Many of the undead are blasted and quite a few of them turn and flee Draven’s divine presence.

The approaching Death Knight says "I am coming. And I AM death!" One of the fleeing zombies runs past the approaching Death Knight and he lashes out with his twin blades, and cuts it down.

Kasiex swings at Ghoul's torso with his curved blade and lands a critical strike, hacking the Ghoul to the ground!

Griffin  feels the bite of the flames beginning to penetrate his protective clothing as he makes another rapid double strike on a nearby Ghoul, chopping it down.

A Wight swings at Draven's torso with a undead hands and succeeds but Draven brings up his shield and deflects the blow. Another Ghoul attacks Griffin and he too uses his shield to defend.

Iris presses her attack, slashing at more undead abominations but some of them manage to keep her attacks at bay.

Remar hurls a magical bolt at a Ghoul's face, smashing it in. The voice of Malthius rattles around inside Remar's head, "Looks like yer finally getting da hang uh dat one!" Remar can't help but smirk at the comment.

As the dreaded Death Knight approaches, Draven takes a second to armor himself against the onslaught while Kasiex continues to hack at nearby undead.

Death Knight says "Are you prepared to die?"

Cast of Characters: 

Garrett "Griffin" Constantine, a Thyatian rogue of a gambler from Penhaligon rolled by Arne J 

Draven Rickart, a Thyatian Acolyte of the Church of Karameikos ministered by Jason P

Remar Umerus, an Alphatian battle mage that escaped forced service in the Thyatian army currently marshalled by Patrick K

Iris Varda, a Thyatian explorer and historian searching for answers and adventure, now guided by Stephanie K

Kasiex, a Hutaakan Wildsteward used to ranging the mountains and valleys now led down a new path by Patrick B

and Jason W as The DM

Grand Duchy 124

Grand Duchy of Adventure

Session 124
August 12-21, 2017

All According to Plan?

Nytdain 15th Klarmont

A Shift in the Battle

The undead directly threatening the Company have been dispatched, but there are still quite a few in the immediate area. Just a 20 or so yards away, a knot of ghouls and zombies swarm on top of an Ogre warrior and a swarm of undead and others press back the Traldar warriors out of sight.

The flickering light from the ring of fire in the center of the room glints off the black, soulless eyes of one of the Ghouls as it rises from the unmoving and savaged corpse of the Ogre. It seems to communicate with the other undead in the area, and as one, they turn to look at the watching Grey Company and rise to crouching positions over several fallen victims.

“Uh, hey guys? I think we have a problem.” Griffin starts backing up into the corridor while readying his shield. “Let’s get ourselves set so we can’t get overrun, okay?”

Kasiex covers Grifin’s retreat, moving with him with an arrow readied.

“What order Griffin?” Remar asks.  “It look’s like we’d need to be four across to set a line here.”

Get ‘n da back ye ninny, ‘fore we get swarmed!

“But then what would I do with this flaming jet?” the Wizard appears to muse.

Kas sets himself with his allies, ready to form up with them in accordance with Griffins suggestion. “Bow or blade, hmmmm?” He quips to them.

“Hey, Remar? Can you use your magic to make my sword burn? Every little bit helps against these things, I think.”

“Can I make it burn?” Remar says.  “We'll I may be able to heat it to it's melting point, but…”

He means flaming weapon, ye daft loon.  How’d ye learn magic inna first place?

“Oh!” The Battlemage continues.  “You mean flaming weapon the spell on your Serenity?”  Seeing Griffin’s quick nod, he says, “Hold her out.”

Griffin does so, loosening up his sword arm in the process so as not to waste any time.  Remar whispers Flammeun telum, and a few seconds later the leader of the Grey Company’s weapon seems to flicker to life, the light playing over the sword’s masterfully honed surfaces.

As the Grey Company backs down the hallway, the undead in the temple chamber start to slowly advance. Sounds of distant fighting and yelling can be heard from the south, no doubt from skirmish between the remaining Traldar and Iron Ring against the other undead.

Somewhere nearby, a deep, grating sound can be heard, a sound like that of large doors opening. A booming voice fills the area, “I see you have returned for your appropriate comeuppance.” It is the same voice of the spell-wielding Ghoul mage they ran into the last time they were in the Temple. An unsettling cackling then fills the air.

A low growl rumbles underneath Kas’ layers of armor.  “We will drive you out, creature” he whispers in Hutaakani “and reclaim this place from your taint.” Louder he says in words the others can understand “Ware, the undead mage is near!” He sniffs, trying to scent if there are undead approaching from an unforeseen direction.

“I fear we have two options - to prepare to return to the relative safety on the other side of these doors if he gets close, and let the yellow mage deal with him, or we have to get me close enough to him to end him, once and for all.”

The nearby undead continue their approach. The sound of the skirmishing Traldar and Iron Ring changes to screams and shouts of agony and defeat.

Cast of Characters: 

Garrett "Griffin" Constantine, a Thyatian rogue of a gambler from Penhaligon rolled by Arne J 

Draven Rickart, a Thyatian Acolyte of the Church of Karameikos ministered by Jason P

Remar Umerus, an Alphatian battle mage that escaped forced service in the Thyatian army currently marshalled by Patrick K

Iris Varda, a Thyatian explorer and historian searching for answers and adventure, now guided by Stephanie K

Kasiex, a Hutaakan Wildsteward used to ranging the mountains and valleys now led down a new path by Patrick B

and Jason W as The DM

Grand Duchy 123

Grand Duchy of Adventure

Session 123
August 9, 2017

An Ogre and Some Traldar Walk Into an Undead Bar...

Nytdain 15th Klarmont

Three members of the Grey Company, Draven, Remar, Iris, and their Hutaakan friend Kasiex, stand poised behind inner double doors, right outside what they believe to be the main area of the Temple of Pflarr. Griffin is back outside, on the roof, keeping an eye on the approaching force of Traldar and Golthar's Iron Ring cronies. Iris quietly checks her gear

After another 10 minutes or so, Griffin climbs down the rope and says they force is at the front doors.Remar looks to Griffin and whispers, "Are they going alone, forcing the Traldar through alone, or all coming in at once?"

Griffin says "They made it to the front door. That was when I was supposed to come tell you."

Iris whispers, "Thanks, Griffin," and smiles nervously

Griffin breathes heavily from his rapid climb down. "You want me to go back out and look again?"

Remar reminds everyone of the sealed off, narthex-like inner room before the nave with the pit of fire, that may in fact not be burning...as everyone assumes beyond the door outside which they stand leads to the naive. Draven says, "And we'll want to do everything we can to protect those who aren't there of their own free will. Kasiex, you may do well to stay back and snipe, lest they lay eyes on you and decide you are an enemy."

Kasiex says "This has been said. This I will do."

Remar says,  "Should we check this door for magic and if yes, address that and if no take a peek?" Remar assesses the door for magical traps and does not detect any arcane traps on the door. Remar says,  "For what it's worth, I do not sense any magical traps, up front."

Iris says, "I can eliminate sound in the area around the door so that we may enter silently, at the least" She then checks the door for magical traps as well and is fairly sure she sees markings and other things that would indicate a magical trap! She realizes that opening the door could be dangerous! Iris says hurriedly, "Wait, no one touch the door! See these carvings here---and here? I'm reasonably certain they indicate that the door is trapped."

Draven says, "Let me get in there for a second..." Remar gives Draven some space at the door as Iris moves gingerly to the side to allow the priest to move by then moves to the rear of the group to watch for anyone sneaking up from behind. After casting his divine spell, Draven does not detect magic of any kind on these doors.Draven waves his holy symbol over the doors. "There's no magic on these doors... perhaps these runes are already spent?"

Remar muses, “Well…”

Iris adds uneasily, "Okay..."

Remar says,  "If it's not locked, and not magic'd. Maybe we can crack it so we can peek?"

Draven says, "If we push the door open just an inch, can you quickly survey what it shows, Griffin? You've the best eyes, I think.”

Iris says, "Why don't we cover our light sources first and I'll eliminate sound in the immediate area so that we might get away with opening the door without being noticed. At the very least, we should cover our light sources. It may be more beneficial to be able to hear what's going on in there than to worry over the door scraping"

Draven says, "Yes, an area of silence is good, but be ready to drop it in a heartbeat if we're forced to fight from here, lest our own mages are silenced."

Iris casts her spell and an eerie silence falls over the area at the door. Kasiex angles his ears forward, being outside the sphere of silence. Iris motions with a thumbs up that her spell is working

Remar lines up with the edge of the column for some hard cover and behind Draven to try and help assess if magic or bolts are needed. Iris makes way for Griffin and slowly draws her saber
Light filters into the darkened hallway and a gentle heat wafts over you. The circle of flame must still be burning, it could just not be felt through the door. Griffin steps up and checks the door out
Far out into the chamber, he sees a handful of undead huddled against the south wall, flanking the entrances to this room. They all seem to be waiting in ambush. As Griffin quickly scans the area, he locks eyes with one of the ghouls. It snarls and raises its gray, dead-flesh hand to point in your direction.

Griffin 's lips curls. 'Ghouls. I hate these guys' he mouths, though  no sound is heard.

Iris mutters something distinctly unladylike under her breath and Remar watches everyone's body language that can see wondering what it reveals. Iris tightens her grip on her saber's hilt. Just then, the main doors to the south swing open with a crash and a Death's Head Ogre steps in, looking around. Griffin steps back out of the silence and and informs the team of current events and Draven pulls the door slowly shut

Iris tries to say, "The Ogre went in first?!" but no sound comes out. She mentally adjusts and ends the ongoing silence spell.

The group is plunged into momentary darkness until someone pulls out a magically glowing item. Realizing that sound has returned to the area, Griffin says,  “Let's let the ghouls and the ogre duke it out for a while”

Draven says, "No doubt their bluntest object to lead with. I suspect we'll be able to hear when battle is joined and time our counter based on that"

The Ogre had been at the rear of the column the whole time it had been observed but now obviously moved to the front.

Iris says, "Ok, Draven, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but the Traldar are really superstitious, right? We don't want to fight them, so what form can I shape the fire into in order to frighten enough to make them run out of here once they enter?"

The double doors separating this area from the main room are thick, but a battle can be heard on the other side. Clashes of metal on metal and stone. Screams and cries of fear fill the air. Great bellows from the Ogre are unmistakable.

Draven says, "No offense to our friend here, but something in his shape, only flaming and enormous, might do the trick… Iris nods vigorously. Kasiex lifts his lip in a snarl but nods in agreement. Remar prepares a Smoke spell

Iris says, "Ok, I'm going to shape the fire into a giant jackal's head. Remar---can you drop it as though it's emitting from the mouth of the fire shape? It being the smoke. Sorry to expect you to read my mind. I'm a little nervous"

Remar says,  "I can, but I thought I was going to drop it amidst them based upon their formations, if there is any formation at the point we enter"

Iris reconsiders, "Given the distance, I suppose I'd need to run in there"

Griffin prepares his crossbow as Draven pushes open the doors allowing the group to evaluate what's happening and engage. Kasiex moves up, bow in hand.

Ahead, are the Traldar and Ogre engaged with a bevy of undead. Ghouls, Zombies and Skeletons! The Traldar look completely overwhelmed and while defending themselves, they are trying to push their way back out to the south, through the passageway seems to be too crowded to move.

Griffin aims and Iris draws her crossbow while Remar slinks forward in the shadow of the fire buffering pillar and Draven prepares a bolt of holy light.

From his better forward position, Remar gives hand signals to Draven to assist his aim.

Kasiex moves up some more and the undead horde starts to overtake the Ogre and Traldar. Shouting in Traldaran from somewhere else further in can be heard, "No retreat, Dogs! Traldar will fight!"

Griffin charges ahead to get a better angle and Iris whispers, "Here goes nothing..." She casts her spell, but unfortunately it does not work.

Draven calls quietly to Remar, "call the shot for me!" Remar assists Draven as he is feeling he can't smoke up the Traldar at this time. It seems incapacitating them among undead defeats the purpose of taking them out of combat safely! The wizard steps up and falls back into an old, almost forgotten role. Remar calls out the shot, providing Draven guidance, for once. There is a plethora of undead targets to hit and though the Ogre is being mobbed, he can still be hit as well. Draven let's loose the holy light, guided by the will of the gods and Remar's battle-tested skill. The Ogre attempts to dodge Draven's attack and fails! The Ogre yelps when the sunbolt strikes him!

Griffin charges ahead to get a better angle just as a ghoul leaps out from around the corner and slashes at Remar! It swings at Remar's face with a clawed hand and succeeds!

Another Wight rushes out and charges Kasiex!

Seeing the Undead rushing up close, a bead of sweat runs down Iris' temple as she masters her fear of the undead, but is still a bit shaken by them! Iris pulls herself together and raises her crossbow, setting her sights on the wight that is attacking Kasiex. She aims

Draven calls upon his faith to smite the wight attacking Kasiex

Remar lashes out with a flaming jet and the Ghoul attempts to dodge the attack and fails!

Kasiex drops back and lets his arrow fly and the Wight barely manages to avoids the arrow. Kasiex barks a curse in Hutaakan

Griffin steps up and draws a bead on the ogre while a Ghoul steps into close range and tries to grab Remar. The Undead’s claws find purchase on the Alphatian mage but Remar, using his martial training, bats the grapple aside!

Iris shoots her crossbow and the Wight attempts to dodge Iris's attack but fails and the bolt sinks into the rotting flesh of the wight! She smiles to herself at overcoming her fear.

Remar attempts to brand deep into the Ghoul’s side with his flaming jet. The Ghoul attempts to dodge Remar's attack but fails! Remar laughs,  "It's the slow-roasting, that burninates!"

Draven continues to chant as the holy power builds in him, slowing stepping towards the enemy.
Drops his bow and draws his curved blade. Nearby, Griffin switches aim and shoots the ghoul in front of him. The beast attempts to dodge Griffin's attack and fails! The bolt sinks into its chest deeply. The Ghoul looks up at Griffin and licks its lip! Griffin slings his crossbow and fast-draws Serenity. The Ghoul swings at Griffin's torso with its claws and succeeds! Griffin tries to parry but fails, fortunately his armor absorbs the blow.

Wight swings at Kasiex's torso with a claws and succeeds! Kasiex attempts to dodge Wight's attack and fails. He groans as the Wight strikes him.

Iris drops her crossbow at her side and walks forward, drawing her sabre with preternatural speed. Remar steps up behind the Ghoul that seems to have retreated from him and says,  "Leave off my friend fiend. I wasn't through with you yet!" He thrusts with his flaming jet and shouts, "Yes, yes! Take it in all the way deep inside you! It burns so good!" Remar Watches as the ghoul bursts into flames from the inside-out and falls to ash before getting to Draven.

Draven draws down the last of the holy authority and focuses his attention on the wight while Kasiex swings at its neck with a khopesh and succeeds! The Wight tries to dodge Kasiex's attack and fails and Kasiex's blade chops heavily through the Wights neck, nearly all the way through. The undead abomination merely smiles, flops its head forward and continues the melee! Iris looks on in abject horror.

Nearby, Griffin performs a Rapid Strike against his opponent. The Ghoul attempts to dodge Griffin's attack and fails! Griffin starts to carve up the Ghoul’s rubbery, dead flesh.

Iris swings her saber a Wight as it stumbles back, trying to dodge her strike! Her blade cuts into the undead flesh.

Remar bolts the Ogre right in the face from across the way. The Ogre is struggling mightily against a horde of undead trying to pull him down! The bolt smashes the Ogre in his face. He falters and goes down to his knees. the Undead swarm over him!

Draven channels the fury of his many gods through him. He is briefly lit from within as it courses out through his holy symbol and into the wight. The light suffuses the wight and suddenly it is simply not there. No corpse, no ash, nothing remains of the foul creature. Kasiex steps up, ready to slash the Wight again, but it disappears in a flash of holy light. He steps back quickly toward his bow and looks to his companions? asiex says "Now what?"

Cast of Characters: 

Garrett "Griffin" Constantine, a Thyatian rogue of a gambler from Penhaligon rolled by Arne J 

Draven Rickart, a Thyatian Acolyte of the Church of Karameikos ministered by Jason P

Remar Umerus, an Alphatian battle mage that escaped forced service in the Thyatian army currently marshalled by Patrick K

Iris Varda, a Thyatian explorer and historian searching for answers and adventure, now guided by Stephanie K

Kasiex, a Hutaakan Wildsteward used to ranging the mountains and valleys now led down a new path by Patrick B

and Jason W as The DM

Grand Duchy 122

Grand Duchy of Adventure

Session 122
May 25 - August 6, 2017

Bowl in Hand

Moldain 14th Klarmont

Have Bowl Will Travel

Griffin kneels and picks up the bowl. It is heavy and now dented, but looks whole.

Intricate designs can be seen on its surface, inside and out, though the details are obscured due to the thick layer of dust.
“Wonder if there's any other long forgotten treasure down that oh so dangerous hallway?" the greedy Wizard wonders.

"We can look," Griffin replies.

Draven interjects piously, "Perhaps it would behoove us to participate in the ritual to banish all these undead first?"

Griffin concedes, "Oh, fine."

"Priorities," Iris gasps as Remar stares longingly down the hall, not paying any of the voices he is currently hearing.

Just then Kasiex comes slinking down the tunnel. “The girl traded places with me. Said she needed some fresh air. She will let us know if any approach.

“I think we have everything we need now… except someone to do the ritual. What was the plan for that? Iris, did you bring it along with you?” Draven asks.

Iris visibly calms herself and says, “Sorry, Draven---the tome is back with Kforedz and Kifein. We need them for the ritual, but now we have the bowl, so that's something! Hopefully they'll have been able to figure out exactly how that ritual is to be performed by the time we've finished sorting out Golthar. Should we return to the roof to see if he's made an appearance?”

Remar nods in agreement.  “I agree. We can rest up and study up if necessary while we either plan how we return the bowl or continue to wait for Golthar to fall into the trap.  I've been meaning to ask Ree if she knows a spell that bestows invisibility. If so, I could fly up and survey the area to help decide which course of action is best.”

“All depends upon what we find when we leave this rabbit’s warren of tunnels, but is there aught else here we should dally for? I am thinking a quick sprint back to the fortification followed by a solid ritual to banish the undead makes sense, but only if this bowl is the thing that Golthar is after. If there’s something else those undead are defending from his predations, that ritual might be premature.”

“Perhaps a quick additional scouting, retreating if we meet serious resistance? If we can lead more of the filthy things into potential ambush of your enemy, that might prove useful.  Then we ascend, rest, and wait for the trap to spring.” Kasiex pauses, musing. “Perhaps we might first escort Remar to the roof with the Bowl, that he might take to the sky and return the artifact to Kforedz and remove it from the potential grasp of the Yellow One?”

Remar strokes his bearded chin considering Kasiex’s later option.  “It could work. Rough estimation that includes rest in between since I will get tuckered out along the way many times...I’d say it would take me around two-and-a-half hours to get back to Byxata.  Pushing to that time may also leave me a bit vulnerable magic-wise since I’ll be running to near empty along the way. Maybe three hours would be a fairer estimate and leave me with enough energy to try and adapt to, ummm...”

Feckin’ Manticores, witches, an’ wizards!

He continues, “Yeah, thanks!  Emergent unaccounted for conditions.”

“That means that if something---heavens forbid---went wrong, that we wouldn't even begin to investigate for six hours. Are you okay with that, Remar? And what do you think of this plan, Griffin?” Iris asks.

While Griffin formulates an answer, the Alphatian suggests everyone head back up top to reunite with Ree.

Here, Kitty Kitty

The Grey Company forgoes exploring the rest of the narrow and dark secret passageway, though Iris looks longingly over her shoulder the entire way back out. The Company and companion Hutaakan make their way back up to the top of the temple. As they exit from behind the protective cover of Griffin’s cloak, the are temporarily blinded by the sun staring down on them. Ree sits comfortably against a nearby rock, watching Ronkan from a distance. “Still no real activity from the village or that yellow robed bastard,” she comments. Everyone looks for a spot to sit, and Griffin inadvertently takes the spot that Iris was getting ready to claim. A disgusted look crosses Iris’s face and she begins to chide Griffin like the commoner he is, but lets it slide and finds another spot nearby.

The bowl is produced and shown to Ree, whose eyes light up but then everyone's attention is pulled to Kasiex who is leaning over and emitting a low rumble of a growl toward an outcropping of rock. A dirty, wild-haired cat of some kind is perched there, hair raised and hissing back at the Wildsteward.
The low rumble crests into a full-on snarl, and the Hutaakan’s hands flash to the quiver at his back, drawing an arrow with blinding speed.  His bow rises at the same instant, and an arrow lances forth into the hissing feline before him.

The feline squeals and jumps into the air, trying to flee, but then falls on its side in the rubble atop the temple. It breathes heavily for a moment then lies still.

The scout’s snarl fades into satisfied silence as the creature passes. “Filthy things…”

Remar, watching this, breaths an overly dramatic sigh of relief.  Gesturing toward the warm corpse he says, “Wooo, thank you mighty Kasiex.  Really saved our skins there with that one.” He flashes the Jackleman a sly smile and a wink that he without thinking assumes conveys he’s kidding in Hutaakan body language.

Given all da previous communications ye mucked-up, ye should probably start preparin’ some counter-reaction spells ‘boot now.  What ‘f ye just initiated him to some sort ‘o manhood challenge ye dolt.

Oh, uh...I never thought of that.

The Wizard freezes, his smile slowly fades, and he now tensely awaits the Wildsteward’s reaction.

Hope he has a sense of humor.  Remar muses.

Kasiex turns his head to face Remar, the metal surface of his armored mask disguising much of his expression. He stills, then his head cocks to one side. “Saved? You have a fear of the creatures?”

“Uhhhh,” Remar starts to respond.  Oh well great. Now I can’t tell if he’s messing with me back.  Better be safe rather than sorry, I guess. “Yes. Thank you. That was a dog, right?  Just can’t trust what a dog will do next, all biting the hand that feeds them, surrounding you in packs, and all that…”

“You're on your own this time, Remar,” Iris says snidely. Allowing him to fend for himself might encourage him to take more care with his words next time, she thinks to herself.

Drawing a breath to reply, he pauses as Iris speaks.  Clearly, he’s missed something. The bookish youth is clearly hopeless at identification of wildlife, but Iris reply...surely the spellcaster was not mocking him? A very faint rumble vibrates from his chest and fades as he considers the possibility.  “No doubt you could identify the ink in the scrolls of the records below, but your beast knowledge needs work, scholar. That was…” he speaks a word in Hutaakani, then pauses. “Cat-of-the-slopes”? I don’t know your words for this. Stealthy, but territorial.  They sneak upon intruders and...ugh…Like a skunk, yes? Spray. The stench lingers for WEEKS! Best to slay them quickly, before they get the chance.”

“Of, of course.” Remar nods in half-serious, half-feigned acknowledgement and understanding.  Feewwww, that was a close one. If anything, I think my Hutaakan knowledge needs work!

“That settled, it looks like we’ve got some time left on our hands. Dare we risk sending Remar away for a few hours to both secure the bowl and allow them to begin the rituals needed to make use of it?”

Remar adds, “Does anyone of us here have a way to send a magical message to Kifein or even Marcel and Steven so they can relay and bring everyone needed here?”

“Well I know I can’t get there as fast as you can,” Ree says to Remar, “but I can do it all the same. Kforedz and Kifein said they would need to perform the ritual here in the temple, but that can’t happen if those nasty Ghouls are still in there. I know we’re waiting for that asshole Golthar to show up and battle with the Ghouls, but it doesn’t seem like he is all to interested in leaving Ronkan right now.” She turns and looks toward the Traldar village a mile or so away. “I don’t know, I’m just getting impatient sittin up here waiting, doing nothing. I need to do something! Fly back to Byxata, go down below and explore some more, take the fight to those Ghouls or even to the Yellow Wizard himself. Something.”

The Day Drags On

The day goes on, uneventfully. No extraordinary activity is seen from the nearby Traldar enclave of Ronkan. Occasional guards can be seen atop the walls and smoke fires continue to be visible but no one comes or goes from the village and the fields lay untended. In the distance, the occasional undead can be seen lurking about, but none approach the village or the temple. The sun finally starts its descent toward the distant horizon and Remar allows the magical protections against heat to dissipate. The bright stars of the Karamekian sky can be seen past the light clouds and the nearly full moon lights up the surrounding countryside. More undead can be seen shambling about but again, none of them approach the temple or village.

“Why do the creatures not attack the village? If they hunger, would their appetite not draw them to so great a concentration of prey? Perhaps the wizard repels them somehow? A good trick, if we could learn it.”

Griffin shrugs. “Alas, good Kasiex, such questions are not for me. Perhaps a priest or mage could answer you.” Griffin arranges watches for the night and turns in, arranging to take the last watch before morning.

“Should I put up a mist?” Remar asks.  “It may be dark enough that it wouldn't be seen from all around, but if it is seen and anything comes to investigate, generally, they'll just get lost in it until I remove it or they lose interest.  Same as usual.”

Nytdain 15 Klarmont

Ree and the Bowl are Gone

Remar puts up a mist and the Company beds down for the night. Griffin is able to fall asleep easily this night and everyone rests comfortably despite their rocky perch. The entire camp, including Griffin, is wakened in the early dawn light of morning by an ear-splitting squawk that rips through the mist shrouded camp. As everyone rubs their eyes and wakes up, Griffin realizes that Ree never woke him for his watch. He glances around and does not see her anywhere. Across the camp, he spies Draven rummaging through his gear. “The bowl is gone,” the priest calls out, worry in his voice.

Kasiex rolls to his feet, shaking himself nose to tail-tip. “Hold!” he cries softly to the others “Do not disturb the area while I check for tracks. If she left of her own volition, or was taken.” Suiting deed to word, the Wildsteward begins examining the camp and surrounding area with keen eye and keener nose.

Alarmed by the noise and seeing flashes of the various Manticore surprise encounters before his eyes, Remar shoots up and is already working magic to redo the magical protections he previously had in place on himself.  “Before you do that, Kasiex, is that the sound of something swooping down on us that we should be more worried about taking care of first?”

Looking around, no one can seen the source of the loud squawk . In this early morning hour, only the occasional chirping of small birds can now be heard, and nothing seems to be moving nearby. Then a low scratching or dragging sound can be heard from down below, at the base of the temple.

Griffin looks over the edge of the parapet to see what is making the scratching noise at the base of the temple.

“It is a Nekhbet, ...a Bloodhawk. Very aggressive. Large hawk bird. Often in flocks. Usually keep to the high mountain peaks surrounding the valley. They are known to attack people and will even continue attacking once they have no chance of winning.”  Kasiex falls silent, joining Griffin in listening to the scratching.

Heeding the implied warning concerning the...bloodhawk, the Wizard keeps a bolt at the ready and searches the sky and surrounding area.

Warning given, Kasiex continues his tracking efforts, silently suspecting he will confirm that the elfess left of her own volition.

Remar watches the skies but sees no bloodhawk, or birds of any type nearby. The others, peering over the edge of the temple roof see a long, segmented, worm-like creature with waving tentacles moving about on top of one of the bodies of the previously slain undead. A Carrion Crawler, as they are known. A touch from one of their tentacles can cause paralysis and they are know to eat dead things, hence their name. The creature is nearly 10 feet long and probably weighs well over 400lbs. It is vile and disgusting though it is making no indications that it plans to climb the temple wall to harass the Company. It looks more than content to devour the undead remains below.
The Grey Company watches the carrion crawler devour the undead corpse below for what seems like a week or more. Finally, the 10 foot long scavenger finishes its meal and moves on, scurrying along past the main entrance to the temple then disappearing in the rocks and rubble scattered throughout the plaza.

The sun slowly climbs into the sky and it feels like it is going to be a beautiful day. A cool breeze brings the smell of wildflowers and the sun gently warms all surfaces it touches. The cook fires of nearby Ronkan can be seen as the Traldar village wakes up and gets on with its day. This morning, the usual workers can be seen heading out to tend the fields and it appears to be a day just like any other.

“Patience is a hunters virtue, but we stand on a monument to the history of my people. Let us descend, and hunt the dark things below.  Or, let us go to yon town and solve your wizard problem with many sharp-tipped arrows from the dark. What say you?”

Remar shrugs at the mention of either option and looks again to his leaders, Griffin and Draven, for a decision on what they should do now, since it appears Ree and the bowl are missing.  To help in that effect he adds, “Kasiex, now that the crawler is gone, can you confirm if Ree left with the bowl or if she and the bowl were taken.”

A careful examination of the camp area reveals that all of Ree’s gear is gone as well. There are no signs of anyone or thing having been in the camp. All signs point to Ree giving in to her impulsivity and need for action and taking the bowl and flying back to Byxata with it.

Company Is On the Way

After many hours of nothing but waiting on the temple rooftop, there is finally some activity from Ronkan worth noting. Griffin and Draven both, nearly simultaneously, call for everyone to take notice. The nearest gates have opened up and a good sized group of people come out, heading toward the temple. As they get closer it looks like most of the group is made up of Traldar warriors, all on foot, accompanied by a handful of Gnolls of the Death’s Head and several Iron Ring Hounds. There is also an Ogre from the Death’s Head Tribe as well. The group is clearly making its way toward the temple and should arrive within half an hour or so.

Iris crouches down further in her stance and says, “Well, this is what we've been waiting for, right, gents?”

“I think so,” Remar says.  “Should we just hang tight, stay quiet, let them head in, and wait while the unliving inside thrash them?”

Dat?  Sure. ‘r we could burn dem ‘ll wit a boomin’ ball ‘o fire in da arse just after day go in...

After the briefest of pauses, the unbalanced Mage exclaims, “No; we can’t just do that!  The Traldar there are with them. They’re likely being forced, coerced, or tricked!”

Iris allows the smallest of sighs to escape her lips, then says, “Oookay, what do you suggest? Picking off everyone but the Traldar from range? Do they have any archers or mages?” Squinting in the early light, she peers past her companions to get a better look.

“Now you wish haste…? An ambush, then? I would counsel patience and sticking with the the lure and trap, my friend.” The Hutaaka shifts to let Iris examine the oncoming party of foes.

Through squinting eyes, Iris sees that many of those marching carry either bows or spears though she does not see any she would guess to be mages.

Remar grits his teeth.  “It’s not like I’m a pacifist per say; an enemy marching knowingly against me is my enemy on the battlefield, but I never like the idea of killing slave-soldiers.  I also remember that some of Golthar’s retinue are subjugated past the point of no return. Those Iron Ring warriors there, may be of that ilk.” His eyes unfocus for a moment before adding, “Unfortunately, sometimes even slaves don’t want to be saved.”

The former Artillery Wizard frames his hand across his forehead over his eyes and squints.  “Can anyone else see if the Traldar are jovially going along with this, or if they appear to be subjugated?  I’m hoping the latter. We’d do well to plan out some scenarios covering how we could free the Traldar and turn them against Golthar and his remaining forces.  Best to have allies rather than enemies on all sides, eh?”

As the procession from Ronkan reaches about halfway they are close enough to start reading body language and marching orders. Remar studies the group, trying to figure out if the Traldar are there willingly or otherwise. After watching the group for a moment, he is mostly unsure about the motivations of the Traldar, though he does note that they are mostly place toward the front and middle of the group, flanked by the Gnolls and Iron Ring warriors. If they were there by not completely free-willed choice, Remar could see that this marching formation would be meant to keep the Traldar moving forward and more in the line of danger as well.

Gritting his teeth hard once again, Remar says, “See their formation?  It’s indicative of a forced-army. Those on the outsides and to the rear keep the inner and frontal formation pincered, force-marched forward, and all around in-check while ensuring that the front and center portion is the most vulnerable to incoming attacks.  Even our brief experience with the Traldar show they prefer other formations, given the lay of the land and their familiarity with it. Do you agree, Kassiex?”

Iris presses her lips together into a fine line and says quietly, “Alright then. No offense meant to you, Kasiex, but the Traldar are likely to view us as foes if they see you. I'm guessing we won't have time to convince them otherwise, so it might be best if you find a way to help from hiding so that we don't run into that snag. Additionally, there are bowmen and spearmen, so that's less than ideal, but I would think we're at an advantage on the roof here. I believe our most difficult challenge will be in communicating to the Traldar that we are friendly to them. Any novel ideas?”

“My first thought would be to target Golthar with whatever we have, but I don’t see him with them. Makes me think this is a feint or some sort of testing action. He may be elsewhere, possibly with the traitorous Ariadne.”

“Perhaps he knows the evil that lurks beneath us, and sends these vile servants to clear his path for him?” Kasiex growls softly at the array of invaders approaching their position.

Griffin ponders this. “Hmmm, that could certainly make things easier for us.”

“Servants some vile, and other unredeemable, yes’” Remar replies as he scratched his beard in thought.  “But the Traldar are neither. Kassiex, I get the past you have with the Traldar stings. But if nothing else for now, think of it this way, you have a finite number of arrows, right?  Focusing on the others as enemies, and leaving the Traldar out of it at least saves you ammo.

“Now, how do we do that in a way that doesn't also get them killed by their captors?”

Mind control dem 'll 't once?  Hide’m 'n mass?

What?  Are you just rubbing it in now Malthius?  Lording over me with all your past repertoire? You know I haven't had time yet to master those spells.

Rip da souls outta da enemieseh wait dat ones indiscriminate...

You bastard!

Oh, still stings, eh Rema?  Too soon? We'll,, guess ye'll just have ta cover 't back up 'gain.

...wait, that's it!

What’s 't?

The Wizard perks up and asks, “In addition to me shielding you all from missile volleys, what about if I create a teary, choking, cloudy mass amongst them?  A smoke screen when they reach a range we’re comfortable with? It'd have a chance to immobilize a lot of the Traldar making them ineffective for a little while, and hopefully removing them from contention until we can liberate them.  The smoke will also block sight, so them shooting us or us shooting them would be more difficult. Closing in with them before those unaffected by the choking should scatter would subject you to the same uncomfortable conditions. This should also disrupt their formation and break their ranks.  I may be able to cover more than just the Traldar with it if you want. It may be effective against the others; not sure about an ogre, though. If I do that, that'd probably be about it for magic from me other than Bolts.”

Yer welcome.

Kasiex huffs and gives himself a small shake.  “I suppose the outsiders are the least of our concerns, blind and deaf in the wilds as they are.  I’ll save my arrows for the Ogre, Gnolls, and hounds. Hidden, so I don’t disturb your Traldar friends.” Behind his mask, the Hutaakan’s lip curls to reveal a pearly white fang.

Griffin purses his lips. “I thought the whole point was for Golthar’s forces to attack the enemies in the temple. If we attack them first, how will that happen? Or does the fact that they are using Traldar conscripts change our plan as we don’t want them to suffer the brunt of their battle with the demons inside?”

Iris looks pointedly at Remar at the conclusion of Griffin's last question and nods. “It does feel cold-hearted to leave the Traldar to the same fate as Golthar's regular retinue. Maybe there's a way we can use Remar's smoke screen within the temple? That way we don't tip off Golthar to our presence here.” She shakes her head in negation as she murmurs, “I just can't bring myself to believe that Ree would bring the bowl to him; I choose to believe she's brought it back to Kifein.”

Griffin growls, “A not unreasonable conclusion.” He pauses. “Except that she stole it in the middle of the night and slipped off without telling anyone. Why do that?”

“Fine. Maybe she hasn’t betrayed us. Maybe she’s just incredibly stupid.” He sighs, sadly. “Unless there’s more to it, she’s just demonstrated that she doesn’t give a whit about the rest of us. She’s not trustworthy, and should not be someone I, er we, rely on.”

The Alphatian looks uncomfortable given all the recent situational topsy-turviness and how hurt he knows his friend is in feeling betrayed.  In an attempt to refocus everyone on the situation at hand he asks, “Let’s brainstorm real quick.”

Griffin gives his head a quick shake, as if to get his mind off Ree and back to the situation at hand. “Good idea, Remar. Let’s focus on the here and knowhow can we keep to our plan in light of the Traldar troops?”

Setting A Trap

Remar continues, “What about if we go back down that shaft and plan the smoke and ambush of them from the door that connects back to the main chamber?  We all remember from our previous...encounter in there that once they enter the temple, they’ll have to cross the antechamber and then they’re in the nave with the fiery-wreathed pit.  We’d be at the door to the right of the altar, hoping that they head to the left where the deadlier uglies last awaited us.”

He casts his mind back to the exploration they had done before. “I like your plan. How quickly can we get ourselves in position? They’ll be here soon. Also, if we could keep someone out here to monitor their approach, that would be good. Maybe stay here until it looks like they’re going to get through the door, then head on down?” His mind on the plan, he looks around. “Ree could stand watch… Oh, shit. Forget I said that” He looks like there’s a bad taste in his mouth. “Anyway, You could stay behindyou can fly yourself quickly to our new location right? Or I could, if you want to conserve your magic.”

Remar thinks.  Conserving magic is always good, but giving Griffin something for us to rely on is better; it’s what keeps him focused and driven.  Probably just what we all need right now given…

“Aye, Griffin, conserving magic is a priority here.  Plus you are probably better at keeping yourself out of sight than I am.  It’ll probably be tight though.”

“Right. Well, then, I guess you guys should get going. Here’s a rope to use if you need it to let yourselves down. I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

“Right-o,” says Remar.  “But first let me set a protection on you against missiles just in case.” Remar whispers words of power and set the spell.

“Everyone else, I can hold that protection on you as well, but each person here out makes it more difficult for me to use magic.   Let me know if it's critical to also be protected from missiles and I'll enspell you as well. Ultimately, I want to be able to follow our rough plan and smoke them up if still needed.”

Griffin watches the group from Ronkan continue their approach. When they are about 100 yards from the temple doors, they stop again. It appears that the Traldar are balking at coming any closer. The Iron Ring and Gnolls start prodding them forward and within a moment, the column is on the move again. The group is on alert with weapons at the ready. The Gnolls move away from the group a bit, scouting the area surrounding the path leading up but not moving more than 5-10 yards from the group.
Everyone hurries down into the ruined Temple. Draven uses his magical boots and Iris uses a newly learned spell to slowly drift safely down to the bottom. Kasiex and Remar both use the offered rope. The group then heads north to the closed double doors that they assume lead back out to the main temple room but that had actually never been checked out. Remar cautiously touches the door to see if it is hot but he cannot sense any heat there, probably due to the Resist Fire spell he has cast on himself. Kasiex touches the door and says it is not hot. The temple is quiet and still.

Kasiex moves with quiet caution to flank the door, readying his bow and knocking an arrow. “Waiting...always the most difficult part.” he whispers to his companions.

Cast of Characters: 

Garrett "Griffin" Constantine, a Thyatian rogue of a gambler from Penhaligon rolled by Arne J 

Draven Rickart, a Thyatian Acolyte of the Church of Karameikos ministered by Jason P

Remar Umerus, an Alphatian battle mage that escaped forced service in the Thyatian army currently marshalled by Patrick K

Iris Varda, a Thyatian explorer and historian searching for answers and adventure, now guided by Stephanie K

Kasiex, a Hutaakan Wildsteward used to ranging the mountains and valleys now led down a new path by Patrick B

and Jason W as The DM