Overly Dramatic

Rusty's diary 22-08-2015

Namday, Termini 8, 1284CE:
Had a nice conversation with Thrinan. He had some interesting books on wild magic I hadn’t seen before. Very interesting. Mentioned I was looking for information about the demon Oiaxar.
He mentioned a book in the library of Shirogh that might aid me, De daemonibus ad orientem. Also told me he had met some people who had a mutual interest in the demon. Serendipitous. Met them in the Golden Arms. Looked like a competent group. Dwarf soldier, Eldeth, seems capable fighter. As does dragonborn paladin, Rhogash. Less unstable though. Tiefling monk is mute. Pretends to be, probably. Revels in secrets. Need to keep an eye out. Aviendha, half-elf, is probably a lot more dangerous than she appears. Must be intentional. Air of intrigue. Elf wild mage, Gloriea, desperate to impress. Insecure. Seems a capable mage, though.

Tigday, Termini 9, 1284CE:
Refreshed and ready to travel. Used the waygate to travel to Shirogh. Ended up in a graveyard. Didn’t expect dwarves to be so casual about a waygate. Must not have been used for a long time. Was guarded though. Guards demanded our weapons. Suspicious lot. Took us to the local lord.

Zadhor, the dwarf lord, demanded to know why we visited his town. Told him about the book in his library. He seemed flattered that a rare book might be in his city. Still demanded we solve his problems before he would let us into his town. Crafty. Ancient dwarf city in the mountains, abandoned centuries ago. Expeditions gone missing. Could be interesting, probably some archaeologic finds.

Visited library. Found Daemonibus. Very intriguing. Speaks of last great demon incursion in the east. Two last stands. One near Ashnor, one near Northhive. More in notes.

Traveled to the mountain pass up to ancient city. Ambushed by yetis. Eldeth and tiefling paralysed. Yetis hypnotised by Aviendha. Definitely more dangerous than she looks. Time to recuperate.

Found city wall. Also, three ice paraelementals. Only minor inconvenience. Gates were unlocked. Dark inside, but easily fixed. Found a chapel to Ereshkigal. Intriguing. Not much information about this forgotten dwarf deity known. Took some notes, but will need to come back at some point to fully explore.

Encountered a water elemental further in the keep. Could only speak dwarven. Apparently trapped. Explored some corridors and found a well. Likely a portal to the elemental pane of water. A magical trigger in the next room activated the portal. Elemental returned to its plane. Told us about demon activity in the keep.

Found ancient dwarf statues and paintings in another room. Interesting. Matches presumed era of abandonment. Should inform dwarf lord, might be interested.

Went up another corridor. On to keep battlements. Encountered vrock and chasme. Found summoning circle on floor. Vrock was particularly uncomfortable. Defeated both demons, though. Gloriea knows a ritual to summon diffusion statues. Useful. Locked down the summoning circle using the ritual.

Glorea's Diary Seventh Part

My worst moments of the day

  • The guard outside the ancient dwarven city insult me by calling me weird and unpredictable only because I’m a wild magic Sorceress! How dare he! Wish I had thrown a fireball at him…nobody shall miss a dwarf..
  • I had to hand over my precious pretty orbstaff to the guards! Ofcourse I refused but the other party members gave up so easily, I had no choice at all. I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! IT’S MINE!
  • And that when I was also wearing the most ugly and hideous winterclothes made by dwarfs. I’m a lady you know? Why is it so hard to be treated like a real lady?

My most glorious moment of the day

  • In this city Shirogh lives another Wild Magic sorcerer! Finally someone who understands me and can help me! Such a shame it’s just a dwarf and also family of that despicable dwarf Thrinnon..but it’s a start. Can’t wait visit him, his name is Oekral Thundershine. Shall I finally get some credits and know how to purify the world from evil?
  • I did some shopping with Eldeth and Avienda and it was actually a nice moment. Ofcourse I’m better with style but maybe I can fit in a little with them.
  • I used my Lighnting Bolt several times and they all hit the terrible horrid monsters we came through (a spikey fly-thing, a large bird en some ice en watermonsters) Nobody will mess with me now!
Rhogash's Entry #7
Fight, flight and forsaken?

Last couple of days were some of those days in which a lot happened and I got this feeling I’m not even aware of most of it. Red had plans, I suspect Mark had plans of his own and Eldeath seemed to be swirling into depression about killing people. It are strange times when the ones most predictable and levelheaded are Avienda and Gloria……if I didn’t know any better, I’d believe Bahamuth is testing my resolve to see if I’m worthy of his powers.
A few things were quite straight forward though. We ended the reign of Perrin in a head-on battle and we figured out where to go next. We managed to scare Perrin out of the city and possibly this plane of existence for now. Though being a demon of some sort, he might just poof back into the city as he pleases, we don’t know. Ivellios and apparently Red are staying in the city to get it back on track. I hope for both their sakes they can work things out. The rest seem to believe Red will make things worse, but I think, no believe, he’ll do the right thing and keep order in this city, in his own way……..though I’m glad Ivellios is here as well.
As for the next leg of our journey, we’re heading to dwarf lands. Something I hope will cheer Eldeath up somewhat. Thrinan and a friend of him called Rusty seemed to think it was a good idea as well. I just hope they have some good armorsmiths there, if the foes we fought last couple of weeks are any indication, we’d do well to be ready and prepared.

Stedd's adventure log 2015-08-02

‘Red’ Stedd Darvinson:

“In the morning, I went out with Rhogash to try and find a smith who might be able to repair the armors we found in the temple. Rhogash suggested his paladin mate might know where to find one, so we went over to visit him. Turns out there used to be dwarves around who would have been able to fix the suits up, but they left years ago, so we’re stuck with some very heavy pieces of junk metal, really. Not an entire loss, luckily, as the paladin was able to tell us where to find Perrin. Not really the hardest thing to figure out probably, but still useful. Also, it seems Perrin has lost some of his edge over the years, as the paladin told us he doesn’t fear anyone and he would never suspect someone striking against him. Good for us, I guess. PERRIN IS LIKE THIS CITY. BLOATED AND FULL OF ROT. SO MUCH POTENTIAL HERE.

This meant the time was right for me to make my move, and I went to the Crowing Raven to tell my men to prepare to cause some chaos. This should keep Perrin’s men occupied while we attacked him. IT WILL ALSO SEPERATE THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF. IF SOME DIE, NO LOSS. THE NINE HELLS WILL HAVE SOME NEW PLAYTHINGS AFTER TOMORROW. After this, it was time to return to the Golden Axe. Eldeth was all depressed and everything; can’t really be helped, but I hope she pulls herself together in time. Aviendha and the mute went out to scout Perrin’s hideout. We found out there’s around 10 men there, one entrance, barred windows, and a possible escape route over a balcony.

I mentioned I had been chatting with Riffolk’s old crew and gotten them to keep Perrin’s men at bay, but it seemed that Eldeth got some weird kind of conscience issues with having other people attack yet other people, but not with hacking them in two herself. Not sure what to make of that, really. Anyway, the mute suggested he and Aviendha would enter through the balcony while the rest of us made a frontal assault. I know why he wants to attack Perrin right away; that’s not going to happen. I will have my vengeance on Perrin. I WILL CRUCIFY HIM. I WILL RIP HIS EYES AND TONGUE FROM HIS FACE. I WILL GUT HIM LIKE A PIG, AND LET THE CROWS FEAST ON HIS GUTS. I said I’d come to the balcony as well, but then apparently Eldeth got some trust issues as well now and couldn’t handle that. Fine. A full frontal assault it is. Works for me.

So, the next day I went back to the Crowing Raven and told my men to start our little gang war at noon. The mute would shut the balcony door to prevent Perrin from escaping, and I let my mask fade. If I’m going to kill Perrin, I’m going to kill Perrin, not some random shmuck whose face I stole. We took out the guards at the door and two more that came running. We went inside, got attacked from one side but a fireball from the witch knocked most of the fight out of them and soon enough most of the ground floor was a charnel house. THE FADING ESSENCES OF THE ROGUES WERE LIKE SWEET, ROTTEN FRUITS. I FELT FLUSH WITH STOLEN SOULS. The mute was pretty protective of some guy he knocked out; fine, he’ll get his later, and to be fair I might need some men after all this.

We went up the stairs and stormed Perrin’s room. Fuck me though, the guy turned into some kind of demon right there. I always knew there was something off about him, but not that he was a fucking demon. I know I’m messed up, but damn, that guy takes the fucking cake. He knew who was coming for him, though. He did burned me good, with some damn fire ray. Aviendha had a trick up her sleeve as well, though, and she summoned some kind of woozy lights that took out Perrin and half his guards. Was mostly clean up, after that really. Fucking Perrin though. Had him dead to rights, but he just went and disappeared. Poof. SO CLOSE… MY VENGEANCE WAS SO CLOSE… I DON’T CARE IF HE FLED TO THE NINE HELLS OR THE ABYSS ITSELF, I WILL FIND HIM. THE WEAKLING HALFBLOOD FIEND CANNOT HIDE FOREVER. Rhogash tried to find him with some icky paladin sight, but he was gone. Not as planned. Have to run with it, I guess. I did manage to quickly swoop up his paperwork. Bet there’s some useful information in there.

The mute brought his little friend up. Wanted me to send him out to find Perrin. Sure. Suits me, I need to start asserting control here now. This is the break I need. Eldeth got really annoyed that I wouldn’t let the city guard take over the syndicate. She knows nothing. Everything is sunshine in her pretty little head, except when she’s frothing at the mouth and killing things. Fucking hypocrite. Rhogash was giving me a hard time as well, but he was more reasonable. It almost came to blows, but Eldeth stormed off, and the mute ran after her. Fuck. I don’t need this. I need them to understand this city will tear itself apart if noone takes control. None of them really understand how this city is. None of them have lived here. I NEED THEM TO GO AWAY. THEY’VE SERVED THEIR PURPOSE, THEY ARE JUST LIABILITIES NOW. Aviendha was more understanding, though she too told me she wouldn’t side with me if it came to blows. Fair enough, I’m not an idiot. I’m not going to die over this, which I would if it came to that.

I went to the Crowing Raven again to meet with my crew. I had to start asserting control, and so I assigned some of them as lieutenants to take control of parts of the city and inform the rest of the syndicate there’d been a change in management. The paladin, Ivellios, dropped in on me. He’s more of a pragmatist than I had thought. Still slightly naive, but he does understand this city well enough. He would work with the city guard and the mayor, and he warned me not to let things get out of hand. Sure, I’m no butcher. I HAVE TO BIDE MY TIME. MY HOST IS STILL RELUCTANT. I NEED MORE TIME TO TURN HIM. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, anyway; Perrin is still out there. I know he is, somewhere. He might want to make a play for the city again, and I need allies. Ivellios is as good an ally as any, and better than a lot, really. Aviendha also came to see me. They’re leaving to some dwarven city. I explained to her I wasn’t finished here yet, not by a long shot. I guess she understood. I hope so. I told her I’d let them know if Perrin ever showed up. I’ll set guards on the temple, as well. I don’t need demons in my city. This city needs order, more than anything. I will provide that order."

Marks diary: Failure

We found Perrin, or at least that which has passed itself on as Perrin all this time. It was a demon of sorts, with horns and tail and everything. It should not have been in this world, it was an upset to the balance, clearly. I failed though. I could not stun the damn thing and it blinked right out of existance. I failed. No trace of him anymore, nowhere. I ran out in the streets, I searched, I failed. The darkness becons, I almost killed an innocent man who had no information give, he was only doing his job. I almost lost control, I failed.

The dwarf and I left a conversation with Red, he wants to take over the town, he won’t make it any better. He will upset the balance even more then it already is. I cannot kill him, I have no orders to, I should have orders to, I will get orders to. The dwarf agrees, her misplaced sense of justice guiding her every action, except when it comes to death she deals. Her balance is off, but she cannot see it. Perhaps the good in her heart will eventually makes her see, I doubt it. When she flies off into battle, there is no more good to be found. But she agrees Red must die. I will get my orders, I will get another mission, I will not fail again.

Marks diary
The darkness becons.

My mission was completed, I felt good. Balance was restored a little more. I got a tattoo to remember the occasion, it says Lexand in the language of my monastery. I did not have time to dwell on my success though, a new note was slipped in my pocket again quickly after, this town really needs me as it seems. My new target is the head mobster in town, Perrin. Luckily the rest of the party, and even the major, seems intend on taking him out of the equation as well, makes my life a lot easier.

The warlock made a plan to make it appear as though one of the underlings of Perrin, Riffolk, was attempting to assassinate him. We beat up some of his guys and planted rumours and notes of this. It worked, rather well. Riffolk was found beaten and tortured on the town square quickly after. Most of us felt sorry for him, I did not. It was a long overdue justice. It kind of scared me even, how much I enjoyed seeing him hanging there. On that square on that moment something odd happened with me, I changed, somehow. My shadow felt it too, I could have sworn it moved, without me moving. This has been happening more recently, my master warned me this might happen. It means I have begun to embrace my dark side, as was prophesied. And from the events henceforth, it seems I will need all the help I can get, so I let it, I feel it, I feel the blood-lust slowly creeping up the back of my mind. I feel now, I have never been in balance, balance is light and dark. Darkness is coming.

It would seem that darkness is not only coming in me. They say someone is summoning a big demon. Fight fire with fire I guess. There was and uneasy balance in this town while it was ruled by the mob. Light and dark, separated by a bridge. Perhaps I should re-evaluate my views on balance, they might have been a little light sided.

Rhogash's Entry
Backfires, battered and stoned

Another rough day again. Riffolk is dead, so our plan to stir up trouble between the two factions in this town sortof worked, but not as we thought it would. We buried him, those savages here were planning to leave him hanging, but even though he was a bad guy, no one deserves a faith like that.
After we put him in the ground, we went back to the inn, trying to figure out our next step. The dorf sorcerer was waiting for us there, with a plan to protect this city from the demon that was unleashed back in Ashnor. It involved us going into an underground temple and placing one of those statues we needed to break in the other city. Off course the temple was a mess, like most other things in this city are. There were all kinds of monstrosities and they seem to grow stronger as well. I got battered, bruised, bitten and at some point even turned to stone. I realy think I should get some new armor, this set I’m wearing was fine for guard duty, but now it’s starting to show it’s age through all the wearing and tearing. Good thing we found some armor pieces, I hope it can be used to make me something new and more better. Maybe Ivellios knows where I can find a good smith in this blasted town.
Anyway, after I got turned back to flesh again with the help of Gloria and Aviendah, we found the place where we needed to put the statue. After we placed it, some beings decided to attack us. The first few were pretty easy, but saving the best for last, some sort of demon spawned. Not that I felt sorry for it, but it had choosen the wrong day to mess with me. I took all the anger and frustration of the day and channeled it into my attacks. With a little help from Bahamuth it was soon dead.
We found a few trinkets in the room and decided to bring them with us, since the scrolls used to bring me and Red back to flesh weren’t cheap. Turned out one of them was a neverending goblet of some sort and Eldeth was very sad to turn that over to our dwarven friend.

Stedd's adventure log 2015-06-14

‘Red’ Stedd Darvinson:

“We went to the market square to check whether our rumors had paid off. And paid off, they had. Perrin had Riffolk tortured and killed, and his body crucified on the market square. THE SYNDICATE CHIEF IS MORE AGGRESSIVE THAN ANTICIPATED BUT UNREFINED IN HIS METHODS. STILL, THE SITUATION CAN BE USED TO MY ADVANTAGE. More aggressive than I would have guessed, but this does open up some options. I decided to check up on Riffolk’s inn, the Crowing Raven; there must be some of his men still around, looking for a new leader. Turns out the inn was destroyed and none of Riffolk’s men were around. I looked around the area and found a number of them cowering. Told them to find more and meet me at the inn.

While they were looking, I checked in at the Golden Axe, where we found out that the dwarf sorcerer had found a ritual to summon one of the statues from Ashnor. Apparently we needed to find a suitable location to summon the statue, and of course it had to be in a sewer. We would go there later, but first I had a meeting at the Crowing Raven. They were a sorry lot, desperate to get in Perrin’s good graces. I reminded them that Perrin would never forget they worked for Riffolk before, and they would all be a lot better off without Perrin in town. That way, they could have vengeance for Riffolk. OF COURSE, I DON’T CARE FOR THE HALFLING. IF PERRIN HADN’T, I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM EVENTUALLY. HIS DEATH CREATES POSSIBILITIES, THOUGH, TO CONTROL THIS WRETCHED CITY. Let them, I would have my own vengeance. I riled them up to go after some of Perrin’s men and have a little fun with them. This would serve to bind them even more tightly to me, as after this, Perrin would surely kill them if they tried to join him.

After that, I returned once again to the Golden Axe and we set out for the sewers to perform the ritual. We passed a number of traps, and then fought some golem thing and a bunch of animated furniture. Then we fought some animated sets of armor with some kind of fire spirit within them I guess; not an expert but it looked fiery enough, anyway. Rhogash and me decided to bring these armors to an armor smith later; they might be suitable to wear. Then we found a room with a bone snake and an iron bull. The bone snake cast a lightning bolt that really fucking hurt, but the elf witch finally managed to cast an actual controlled fireball and killed it, so I suppose she’s starting to get useful. The iron bull on the other hand wasn’t killed, and breathed some kind of green vapor that seemed to slow me down significantly… I couldn’t move… THIS CANNOT BE… THE WHEELS HAVE JUST BEEN SET IN MOTION; I CANNOT BE TRAPPED IN THIS STONE BODY… I MUSTGET

And then I could move again… turned out the green mist had petrified me and Rhogash, but luckily the dwarf sorcerer had had some scrolls to restore us. We moved on to the next room; which turned out to be the last room. We found the same markings on the floor as we had seen in Ashnor where we found the original statues. Bit convenient, I suppose. I should ask the dwarf about this later. We started the ritual, and a bunch of demons were summoned. OIAXAR’S MINIONS WERE PITIFUL, THOUGH. IMPRISONMENT MUST HAVE ADDLED HIS BRAINS IF HE THINKS THESE WRETCHES COULD STOP THE RITUAL. A BARLGURA IS THE MOST POWERFUL DEMON HE CAN SUMMON; PATHETIC. It too was no match for us, and the ritual was completed. The statue was summoned. We found a chest in the area as well which contained a magical jug and some magical dust. When we returned to the dwarf sorcerer, it turned out the jug could create ale, and the dwarf took it as payment for the scrolls."

Eldeth's diary (7)

Nooo… it was such a pretty jug!!! But at least I now know the holy grail of dwarvish delight exists, a self-filling flask of ale! It is so magical, it’s insane! Alright alright, getting ahead of myself, but I’m so excited and terribly sad at the same time, I can’t contain it!

After ambushing those men of Perrin and framing that fiendish Riffolk we went back to the inn to get a good diner and nice night of sleep. Next morning we figured to see if our work had paid off. And sad to say, it paid of better than we had hoped. In the market place was that haflink Riffolk, hanging… tortured… it was a sorry sight. I didn’t mind seeing him dead, but I hadn’t realized that they would torture him… Maybe I should have, I feel like such a fool. Me and Rhogash got the poor fellow down after convincing those keeping watch that they’d better let us bury him. Which we did, well some of us did, well actually me and Rhogash… Mark scurried of into shadows again and Redd had some business to attend to and well… to call Gloriea help with burying a halfling is saying much, too much. Crazy woman is too afraid to get her hands dirty, it’s pathetic. Doesn’t even care that through our fault someon got tortured… no one else seems to care, except for perhaps Rhogash, he seems so quiet and steady, but he cared enough to get the halfling down. I don’t know, maybe this group of people is not for me, especially Redd seems to like a little too much of where this all is going. But we need to defend this city, and Ashnor, and I don’t know any other way to do it than trying my very best. Just makes me sad sometimes, seeing that poor halflings tortured body in my sleep. I have seen bad things in the war, but… not things like this. I just want to do what’s right, but I’m not so sure anymore of what is right. Try to put up a brave face for the others, since that is the only thing holding me together right now. Pff feel like a blubbering blob of a dwarf right now.

Anyway, to get back to the most awesome thing ever, we went to some underground temple that Thrinan pointed out, telling us we should summon a guardian statue there. Of course the whole thing was full of traps (spears, axes, arrows) and evil creatures (patched-up monsters, living swords and choking carpets) and some hideously evil creatures (a snake of bones and a bull of iron) who even petrified Redd and Rhogash, I considered for a moment leaving Redd like that, but, well… I couldn’t. So we dragged Aviendha out of bed after getting some magicky scrolls from Thrinan to get them back. That fixed it all, so getting into the next room we found an altar and figured that would be the place to conjure the statue, so Gloriea did the summoning magicky thing. Of course, summoning something leads to more things being summoned, demons in this case, coming at us in four waves (small miononic demons, 4 slightly bigger demons, 2 buglike demons, some shadowy demonic creature and a crazy demonic monkey). But we’re getting to the good and bad part now. There was this huge chest and we found wads of platinum, gold, silver and copper, but there it was, the most precious off all, a jug which I knew would be one of them illusive summoning jugs. But no matter how hard I tried getting ale out… it just wouldn’t work, only made splashing noises and nothing coming out, the evilness of it all! So we went back to Thrinan, who of course knew just to tell it to have ale, and it did. But he wanted to have it as payment for the magicky scrolls we used to depetrify Rhogash and Redd… oh for heaven’s sake!!!! But he said he would try to make another one if he figured out how it worked… so there is a glimmer of hope, and I was welcome to visit (oh be sure I do!!)

Glorea's Diary Sixth Part

My worst moments of the day

  • Buried a dead Halfling who was terrorized bij Lord Perrin…I feel sorry for him…so I buried him with help of my mage hand so I didn’t have to touch the dirt. Yugh!
  • Crawling through a terrible smelling and really YES REALLY filthy sewer! Horrible!
  • Got my dress torned twice by a big sweeping axe and some spikey arrows in the ancient temple.. I’m glad I’m so good with my mending spell!
  • Rogash and Stedd were petrified by a giant snake-thing, so the dwarf and me end up with each other to take care of it (why wasn’t the dwarf petrified? At least he/she would shut up for a while..)

My most glorious moment of the day

  • I casted a very perfect beautiful looking fireball at a ugly pathetic looking fat Bull and snake and killed it!!
    I knew I could control my magic! Now the other party members take me much more serious, finally!
  • I depetrified Stedd and Rogash with the help of a magic scroll and ofcourse my magical powers. They need me, they can’t deny!
  • My wild magic gave me the ability to regain hitpoints, so maybe the wild magic isn’t that dangerous.. But ofcourse I dind’t need to regain because I had no scratch at all (DUH!)

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