He that sees, he that eats, the final test
Subject He that sees
Allistair joins the rest of the group in the large room. He gladly accepts the offer of food and drink, and has some questions for Lothnar if he has the time. "So where exactly is this place? Are we in an outer plane, or perhaps some pocket dimension of your god's making? How and when are the various creatures put into the different rooms? And why are we constantly put into a position where we have to slay creatures that normally wouldn't harm us if they weren't trapped in an unknown place?"
From: Porter
Subject He that sees
Mund nods at his brother's last questions, looking for all the world as though he's testing Lothnar, and not the other way around.
From: Karl
Subject He that sees
Salix stands quietly, waiting for Harp to speak. He is surprised when Mund boldly strides forward and speaks. Salix has to suppress a smile. He would have used more diplomatic language, perhaps, but essentially that was the information Salix himself wanted. You couldn't really fault Mund for being direct.
From: Karl
Subject He that sees
Salix remains quiet, but also nods in agreement at this last part.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
"Questions, questions. Always they have questions. Well I suppose it is natural for them to be inquisitive." The old man seems to be speaking to himself. He then turns his attention back to the party. "Yes, yes, your questions will be answered, but please, lets do it in a civilized manner, and I will answer what I can. Remember, I am an old man and do not get many visitors." He smiles at this last statement and then speaks to himself again. "Not many at all. What 5 groups in the last 3000 years. Gets awfully lonely." He stops. "Was I speaking out loud again? Sorry about that. I'll try to keep down. Now if you would so kindly step back a bit from the center of the room I will take care of dinner." As the party opens a space in the middle of the room, Lothnar speaks a few words and gestures.
In the middle of the room appears a table, some 10 feet across, filled with food. Suddenly the room is filled with the aromas of fresh baked bread, roast meats and fresh fruit. He gestures at the table. "Sit, sit before it gets cold." The old man takes one of the chairs and sits down. He starts eating with gusto, suggesting different types of food to anyone who joins him.
OODM: I have to go to a dentist appointment and will write more later.
From: Kevin
Subject He that eats
Harp motions to the rest of the group to take seats at the table. Before he starts to eat, Harp sits quietly and says a small prayer of thanksgiving to Heironious for having given him the strength and grace to have completed the challenges they had faced and for protecting him and his companions along the way.
He will then devour a number of small fowl, 1/2 a cow, and a good portion of a roast pig.
From: Ashley
Subject He that eats
Surin will wait to see if Harp chokes or falls down dead after five bites of the stuff.
Afterwards he will grab a few loaves of bread, a wheel of cheese, and the other half of Harp's cow and start munching.
From: Karl
Subject He that eats
Salix takes a seat at the table near a bowl of delicious looking fruits and berries, but also less than an arm's reach away from a tempting roast fowl. He selects a strange piece of fruit and takes a tentative bite before devouring it. It is the most delicious fruit he has ever tasted and he wonders what tree it is from. He grabs another similar fruit and devours it, too, barely pausing to wipe the juice from his chin.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
As the party sits down to eat the man continues talking.
"Yes my young 1/2 orc friend. We will talk about what you are looking for when we are done eating. In the mean time I will try and answer some of the questions your friends have." He turns to Allistair. "This "place" is no where to be precise. It is what you might call a pocket dimension. It was created by me, with the power supplied by people who I will not name, but you can probably guess. The creatures were put into the rooms by me, as I saw fit. See?" he points to the globe on the throne with the piece of metal in his hand. He pushes a button on the thing and an image appears in the globe. It is the main room of the testing grounds. The old man presses another button and the image changes to the elemental room. "That was very smart of you, getting the key out of the fire room."
"So you think you were put into a position to slay creatures that normally would not harm you? You think? So a group of 5 trolls would just wander by if they saw the party? The same with a dragon? Oh the bettles may have left you alone, and maybe not, depends if they were hungry. Of course no one said that you had to kill them. You might have used a hold monster spell. You might have snuck in and taken the items. You might have paralyzed them. There were any number of ways to defeat the challanges."
The old man looks at Salix but addresses the entire party, his voice turning very serious. "Do you feel any remorse at the loss of all those hippogriffs you summoned to your aid? Are they any less dead? When you have seen what I have seen, endured what I have endured, you can judge me." The man's tone changes, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Have you tried this?" He hands a plate of some type of chocolate desert around. "It is called "Death by Chocolate"." Seeing several eyes raise at that name he quickly eases their fears. "No, no it is not really death, but I found it on another plane of the multiverse and it is exquisit. Please have some." He takes a large piece for himself and moans in pleasure as he takes the first bite.
OODM: More later. Feel free to chime in with any comments or questions.
From: Kevin
Subject He that eats
Harp is a little bit taken aback at the man's words. True, there were many types of grace he could have asked for from the Battle Lord, but Harp had usually been focusing on what would have helped him most in a fight, not how he could have used that grace to overcome the creatures with out harming them. Maybe Ran and Salix were right, maybe they had failed the test. He decides to find out the answer to that question.
"Have we failed the test then? Has all of our effort been wasted" he asks with a rising concern on his voice.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
"Your effort has not been wasted. Challanges were put before you and you overcame them. The death of the creatures was not required, but not prohibited. The choice was yours."
From: Porter
Subject He that eats
OOC: I was going to wait until Derek posted, but now that we're moving on, I'll put this in.
Mund does not sit down or drop his shield. He takes up a guard stance behind his brother and keeps a sharp eye on their captor, ready to react at any moment.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
The old man looks at Mund with disappointment. "Come young man. Surely the manners of the bear clan have not changed that much in 3000 years. When I fought along side members of the bear clan they would honor the peace of the table. I have invited you to eat at my table with me. That is my bond of your safety. Has this been forgotten in the northern tribes?"
From: Porter
Subject He that eats
"As long as I can't leave this place, I ain't your guest -- I'm your prisoner. You've been trying to kill us for weeks. You've been more an enemy than a friend."
From: Josh
Subject He that eats
"Stop acting like the fool you're not Mund. If he was trying to kill you'd be dead. Sit and enjoy the food."
From: Porter
Subject He that eats
"If this guy is as good and just as y'all think, he won't harm me just because I don't kiss his feet."
From: Josh
Subject He that eats
"No one's saying he's going to harm you but you. But ok, go hungry."
Kal goes back to eating.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
The man looks pained. "You may not consider yourself my guest, but I consider you my guest, now. I did not force you to enter my testing grounds. I have not been trying to kill you. I have been testing you, to see if you have what it takes for what is coming. As your impetuous elf friend says, if I had wanted you dead, you would be dead. But enough of this talk of death. If you do not want to eat, I will not force you. But I think you would like this chocolate." The man winks at Mund.
From: Kevin
Subject He that eats
Harp is listening to this exchange while gorging himself. That piece of food Lothnar had called "death by chocolate" looked interesting, but how could something with such a terrible name taste good. When he gets a chance, he will stretch out his fork to try and snag a small piece to see how it tastes.
From: Porter
Subject He that eats
Mund thinks about snatching some food later when nobody's listening, but doesn't move.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
When Lothnar hears Mund's statements, he breaks into a belly laugh. A few seconds later, his eyes almost in tears he turns back to Mund. "Good? Who ever said I was good? I am a follower of Cuthbert, the god of vengance. The ends sometimes do justify the means. Breezy and I grew up together and were best friends, but we did not see eye to eye on all things. But when the great evil came, I knew that his way was better then the other option."
"And you are right. I am not going to harm you just becuase you will not kiss my feet. I am not even going to ask you to kiss my feet. All I was asking is if you would join me for dinner."
From: Derek
Subject He that eats
Allistait shrugs in acknowledgement of Lothnar's explanation. He may not agree with Lothnar's methods, but... oh well, he was tired, and didn't feel like pursuing the argument any further when his best support was only his own indignation. He starts eating with everyone else. Allistair takes a drumstick and holds it behind his shoulder for his brother. "You might as well eat something, Mund. We'll remember that you're still ticked off."
Allistair gets Lothnar's attention and motions to the other two tables. "What's with the empty table and the treasure table? I get the idea that there will be some type of material reward for making it this far, but I also doubt that you're going to just say 'take all you can carry'."
From: Porter
Subject He that eats
Mund takes the food from his brother, but still doesn't sit down.
From: Mark
Subject He that eats
I have one of my RL games tonight so I will let some of the others who have not had a chance to respond write something up, if they wish, and then I will write more tomorrow.
From: Mark
Subject The final test
"Oh no. It is the final test. On the table over there" he points to the table against the west wall, " is gold and gems and magic items galore. You can each have a bag full of gold and one magic item. Or you can have what is on the other table. A gem from the Crown of Valorshield. As a party you can pick which table you choose from."
From: Derek
Subject The final test
Allistair curses under his breath. This wasn't going to be easy for everyone in the party, including his brother. "Ragnar, could you explain what this gem from the Crown is, and why we need it instead of wealth and magic items?"
From: Porter
Subject The final test
IC:
"What happens if we don't all agree?"
From: Mark
Subject The final test
"I don't really care. I've been here for 3000 years. Have you got that much time?"
From: Porter
Subject The final test
"Are you saying that you won't let us free until we all agree on a choice?"
From: Mark
Subject The final test
"I am saying that you can not leave until the party makes a choice. However, I will do something that might help some of you with that choice. I am going to let you see what really happened the last time this evil roamed the world."
OODM: There can be alot of conversation before this happens, however, the party is going to get a vision. I will write that tomorrow.
The final test, the past
Subject The final test
Harp hears Lothnar final test. Material goods versus the gem. This did not seem like much of a test to Harp. They had been given the mission to get the gem. It was not like they had been adventuring and looking for loot. They had been given a task, and by the gods, they would finish this task.
"I was appointed leader of this group, and the mission to retreive the gem was placed in my hands. This was not about gold, or jewels, or magical items. It was about retreiving one of the gems from the Crown, as the prophecy foretold. We will leave here as we came and with what we came with, the jewel the only exception. Any who wish more can make their demands of me and the Order when we return to Schon."
From: Porter
Subject The final test
"Not so fast, orc-boy. You ain't my leader. Hell -- you ain't a real leader of anybody -- you were appointed," Mund says with derision on the last word.
"A real leader takes leadership or is given it by those who follow. I sure ain't given you no leadership, and," Mund's hand rests on his axe, "you ain't orc enough to take it from me."
From: Josh
Subject The final test
Kal moves toward Harp's side, hand off the hilt of his rapier, but watching Mund closely.
"Don't be a fool Mund."
From: Kevin
Subject The final test
"Peace, Kal. We will not draw any more blood in this place, much less that of one of our party.
Mund, you were "hired" by Quarion Smith to guide us here, and to help up accomplish this quest. You've signed your contract with hiim and you will be paid accordingly. And I don't think you want to return to him with a bag of gold and a new axe and not have the gem as well. The rest of us joined up for this journey of our own free will, and I think they will, to a man, elf, half elf and dwarf, agree with my decision in this case. (Harp gestures to the rest of the group, hoping to get agreement from them.) Don't get the wrong idea. I would love to have some of those items over there. I am sure your brother would love to get his hands on some of those scrolls. Hell, we all would love to get some of that stuff. But we're not going to do it this trip. And none of us are going to ask Lothnar to send us back we have accomplished our mission."
From: Mark
Subject The past
Lothnar stares at the party as they are eating, eying each one in turn. "Yes" he says, "I think you all need to know what you are up against." He then chants a few words and makes a few gestures. The party members find themselves find themselves unable to move, as their minds flow out of their bodies. They seem to be flying skyward and as they go they hear Lothnar's voice "Here are things as they were 3000 years ago."
Their vision blurs and there is a sense of movement, not just in space but in time. Somehow they all know that they are now in the past. The motion stops and they are high over a mountainous land. Mund's voice reaches all of them, but they do not hear him speak. "The Wildlands. There is Mount Fang" he says, naming one of the major peaks of the Wildlands. Visions of dark emissaries meeting with Hetman's and Shamen of the Tribes of the North. The Bear Clan, The Ram Clan, The Wolf Clan. Tribe after tribe being recruited for war with promises of wealth and plunder. The tribes flowing out of the mountains, assaulting the lands south and east. The tribes being used as cannon fodder when promised aid fails to show up. The few stragglers making it to home only to find that their old folk and young ones are gone. Tracking them. Finding their bodies, desecrated in unholy rituals. The few survivors being eaten by the creatures summoned with the deaths of their young.
The vision blurs again. This time it is Salix's voice. "The Great North Woods." He recognizes Peak Lake, a large fresh water lake at the foot of the Eagle's Crag Mountains. Visions of armies of trolls and goblins and orcs invading the northern edge, burning and destroying trees as they go. Wide swaths of the forest burning. Druids trying to save the forest but being cut down by creatures from the outer planes. Hundreds of orcs and goblins die for every druid, but the foe has numbers without seeming end. Animals butchered, sacred groves torn up and burned. Rivers and streams rerouted and befouled.
The vision shifts again. Kal's voice speaks in their minds. "Elfhome." A large city in the great trees of the Great Wood. Elves fighting, dying. Trees burning all around. Again orc, goblin, troll and barbarian armies flowing out of the mountains to the west, destroying all as they go. At their head, dark figures. Tribes betrayed. Dark rituals performed. Undead monsters called forth.
Again and again scenes unfold. Some of the place certain people recognize. Harp and Ranthir recognize the rape of Schon. Ragnar watches as liquid fire is poured down dwarf tunnels and lit, drawing all the air from them. Whole clans suffocated. Surin watches as whole villages of halfling are run to ground for sport, the children mounted on poles as warning to others who do now wish to take sides.
The vision blurs again. "The planes of Alakay" comes Lothnar's voice. The legions of the evil one advance on the last strong hold of good in the land. A desperate sally from the city, lead by a man with a glowing shield and a crown on his head. His knights ride with him, protecting him, giving him time to get where he has to go. They charge into the center of the opposing army, dealing death as they go, but outnumbered, 1000 to one. But they accomplish their goal. The knight gets to where the leader of the army is. The dark form rises from his throne made of skulls and unleashes his most potent magics. They flare to nothingness as they strike the knight, one gem after another flaring as the spells fade.
The knight uses this second of confusion to charge the mage. Fear shows on the magic user's face as he attempts to chant the spell that will remove him from the battle and it fails. One of the gems flares. The mage attempts another spell, a different gem flares and that spells fails. Now the knight is with in striking distance and strike he does. He cuts the dark one down.
The vision pulls back. The invading army starts to fall apart as the creatures from the outer planes are freed of their bondage. They start rampaging through their former allies. The invading army flees.
The party feel themselves rush back into their bodies. They are back around the table. Lothnar speaks again. "That is what you are up against. Except this time he knows the crown exists. You will not have the element of surprise, like we did."
OODM: Any comments.
From: Kevin
Subject The final test
RETCON: Add halfling in my list of races. Sorry Surin.
The past, The final test, turn
Subject The final test
Salix nods his agreement, wide-eyed at Mund. It never even crossed his mind that there could even *be* disagreement about their choice.
From: Mark
Subject Turn
Did everyone get the turn titled the past last night?
From: Kevin
Subject Turn
No. I did not.
From: Ashley
Subject Turn
I had trouble accessing it for some reason, but I was able to read it this morning.
From: Kevin
Subject Turn
Ashley, or anyone else that got the turn, would you please resend it to the group e-mail?
Thanks
From: Porter
Subject The final test
OOC: Mund is mostly (say, 70%) reacting to Harp assuming he has the right to speak for Mund.
From: Porter
Subject The past
OOC: Are our characters forced to believe this vision, or can they choose to disbelieve it?
From: Derek
Subject Turn
I've gotten everything so far. Both times you sent it last night, and again today.
From: Mark
Subject The past
No one is forced to believe anything they do not want to. However, it had the sense of truth to it. Your character can take that as having their mind played with or that it was the truth.
From: Josh
Subject Turn
I've also gotten everything (I think).
Dinner talk, farewells, XP, Home again
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: I've got several things for Mund to say. I'm going to post them together because A) it will save real-life time and B) it doesn't really matter what order they go in.
IC:
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Mund turns to Alley and Salix. Y'all know all about magicking. How big is what that thingie showed us? Each jem killed one spell from the guy, right? How hard is that to do? Can a bunch of wizards do what those jems did?
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Mund asks his jailor "You say some other folks have come through here before. Since you still have it, I reckon that nobody's asked for it yet. Did anything bad happen when they took the goodies instead of the magic jem?"
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OOC: I'm going to play as though Harp said this after the vision, so that Mund can respond to it.
"Peace, Kal. We will not draw any more blood in this place, much less that of one of our party.
Mund, you were "hired" by Quarion Smith to guide us here, and to help up accomplish this quest. You've signed your contract with hiim and you will be paid accordingly. And I don't think you want to return to him with a bag of gold and a new axe and not have the gem as well. The rest of us joined up for this journey of our own free will, and I think they will, to a man, elf, half elf and dwarf, agree with my decision in this case. (Harp gestures to the rest of the group, hoping to get agreement from them.) Don't get the wrong idea. I would love to have some of those items over there. I am sure your brother would love to get his hands on some of those scrolls. Hell, we all would love to get some of that stuff. But we're not going to do it this trip. And none of us are going to ask Lothnar to send us back we have accomplished our mission."
"If you think I came here and helped y'all out for the the money, they you don't understand nothin'. No wonder you had to be "assigned" leadership."
'Besides, it's really easy for you to turn down a magic item, with that fancy sword you've got. I never saw you taking on critters that you couldn't hurt."
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: Do we know who the big evil guy was on the throne of skulls? God, lich, high-level evil mage?
IC: I'm sure that Lothnar here can give a more detailed explanation, but my guess is that without the crown and gems, stopping those spells would either require a god, or a mage of such immense power that they could compete with the gods.
From: Kevin
Subject Dinner talk
"Mund, you're right. I must not understand you. To me, this seemed like there was no choice. We were sent for the gem, we are here and so is the gem. There is no choice for me to make - and I think most of the rest of the group will agree. I don't have the same concerns you have so my "choice" is simpler. If your brother or Salix or anyone else has any concerns about this, they can ask now. Lothnar does not seem to be in a rush. But I thought you wanted to get out of this place? It seems the easiest way is to select the gem as our "reward" and ask Lothnar to send us on our way.
If it is your weapon you are worried about, I give you my pledge of honor - when we return to Schon, I will speak personally to Angelwing and ask that the Order, as additional reward for your help, give you an enchanted axe. If you doubt my word, then I will give you my sword as bond to this promise."
With that, Harp unstraps his sword and sheath and places it on the table in front of Mund.
From: Porter
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: Ooh! Good turn! I'll respond to this after the other conversations.
From: Karl
Subject Dinner talk
Salix just shrugs. "Alley would know best. This is not like anything I have encountered." By way of explanation to Mund he adds, "I know very little about 'magic'. I simply serve Obad-Hai and follow the commandments of his Order."
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
I will respond to the jailor part.
"Not that you will believe me, but nothing bad happened to those who picked the treasuer. At least nothing bad happened becuase of that. They were adventurers, so I am not sure what their ultimate fates were."
From: Porter
Subject Dinner talk
Mund asks Ragnar "Why does your order want this gem now? It's been safe here for 3000 years. Why not leave it here"
From: Mark
Subject Last July
If Lothnar is asked then he will give more info but here is what was given to the party last July.
There might be some disrepancies between what Lothnar tells you, what the party saw in the vision and what the order told you. It has been 3000 years and stories do get changed.
When the dark lord Mesodar the Cruel was finally defeated in that ancient time, after a four hundred year reign, with his dying breath he cursed the young city of Gorn and all of it's future allies. He foretold a day when the city would lie in ruin, along with the other good cities of the north, under the iron fist of a conquerer of his own descent. Our particular order was founded on the spot by righteous men of old, to find and slay any with the slightest chance of being of Mesodar's lineage."
"We thought we were successful, at first. But then, just fifty years ago, your grand sire, young master Corron, saw the first signs of the words of the Dark one coming true. The entire order was in a panic, and hunters were sent out to begin the search anew, but we all knew it was futile."
"However, it seems that Heironeous didn't want our order shamed with this failure yet. Orlpar, while on one of his many delvings into the libraries of the sacred order, unearthed a prophecy seen by Mesodar's bane, the great Bresied Valorshield himself. This is the first verse." Torkhis now motions to Orlpar, who stands and begins to recite from an old musty scroll:
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: Thanks for the recap. That's exactly what I wanted to know.
IC: Lothnar, who was that evil warlord on the throne of skulls we saw in the vision? Is that Mesodar the Cruel that the Order told us about? And who is the danger now? Is it some descendant of his, like the legend stated?
From: Josh
Subject Dinner talk
At some point Kal will say this to Lothnar:
"It seems to me that this group is going to continue to help the order with this battle. I don't understand why you gave us a choice. It seems, if you care about the outcome of the battle, you'd give us everything you could to best prepare us for the coming fights."
From:Porter
Subject Dinner talk
Mund's shaggy eyebrow lifts up. The elf has a good point, and Mund waits to see what the reply is.
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"That was Mesodar the Cruel. I do not know who the danger is now, for I have been here for the past 3000 years. It is part of the cost that I was willing to pay to help the future. I assume that the order has a better idea, but my guess is that it is a descendant."
From: Karl
Subject Dinner talk
Hearing his name mentioned, Salix speaks when Harp is finished. "If we all have to agree before we leave there really *is* only one choice to make. There is no way that I can leave here without the point of our quest and still return to face my Order. As much as I miss the sunlight and trees, I could never agree to accept personal treasure instead of the jewel."
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"You mean a choice between the gem and the treasure? Not every one who has come through the testing grounds has known the actual purpose of the testing grounds. They have chosen from the treasure. Only some one sent by the Order would take the gem over the other treasure. You are the first. You will be the last."
From: Porter
Subject Dinner talk
"If you really want to help us stop the evil, why don't you give us the gem and the magic items? What good are those magic items going to do you?"
"In fact, if we take the gem, what are you going to do now?"
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
Are you implying that the testing grounds will be destroyed since their purpose has been served? Or that subsequent groups will not have a choice because we will take the gem?
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"You do not understand the nature of the crown do you? It nullifies all magic around it. Weapons, potions, armor, spells, Each gem is attuned to a school of magic. When placed in the crown, together, they nullify all magic, in a small radius. When Valorshield charged in the final battle he did so with a normal weapon and armor. No potions, no spells to make him stronger or faster. The Crown could allow a mortal to make an attempt on the God's even. That was one of the conditions we had to agree to when the God's gave us to power to make the crown. That after the battle the gems be scattered again, to be reassembled only at great need."
"My conditions remain. You may pick from one table."
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
So were you there at the battle? Who was this Mesodar? A demon, a god, an evil wizard, or just a very ruthless warlord with a couple of magical artifacts? What were those spells he was trying to cast in the vision, and what did the gems do to cancel it?
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"Destroyed may be too harsh of term. They will cease to exist, as will I. My purpose fulfilled. One does not live this long with out there being consequences, some obvious, some subtle."
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: You just answered the question as to what the gems do, so you don't have to answer it.
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"I was there. Not on the battle field itself. I might be a bit crazy, as most mages are, but I'm not stupid. Mesodar was not a god, but he came close to a god in power. He was a ruthless warlord but more. He made bargains with foul creatures to supplement his powers. Sacrificed whole tribes and villages to summone creatures from the outer planes. Whole clans were used to pay the blood price these creatures demanded."
From: Josh
Subject Dinner talk
"I mean why give us a choice at all? Give us both. We know what to do with the Gem: return it to the order so they can use it to defeat this evil. We know that the order intends to continue to use our abilities to fight this evil." Kal says passionately, talking faster and louder as he continues, "If you truly care about the outcome of the battle, it seems you would give us that pile of treasure as well as the Gem. I can't imagine you expect another party to come through the testing grounds soon, and certainly not one that will be involved with the coming battle." Kal's nearly yelling now, obviously angry. "Or is it that your tests and experiments are more important to you than this battle and the thousands of lives that will be lost if evil prevails?"
Kal stops, glaring at Lothnar, and after a moment it seems to dawn on him what he said and who he was speaking to He lowers his head and closes his eyes:
"Forgive me my lord, I forgot myself and spoke without respect." The party's surprised to hear this from Kal, until he continues, " However, I do believe we deserve an answer to my question."
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
"I understand your passion, young elf, but there are limitations placed on me. Compromises were made, deals agreed to millenia ago, and I must honor them. Pick a table."
From: Derek
Subject Dinner talk
Allistiar winces and takes a frightened glance towards the table with the gem on it when Lothnar mentions its potent anti-magic capabilities. "So, which school does this gem nullify? Does it nullify both arcane and divine magic? If so, then it truly is a powerful relic that even gods would fear." Allistiar then nudges his chair a few inches away from said table.
From: Mark
Subject Dinner talk
OODM: I do have the school that this gem is used against, but it is at home. I will send it when I get home.
IDM: "Do you not worry young mage. The stones only work when they are all together and in place on the crown. It nullifies all magic, divine and arcane. And yes the God's feared it. They had some very hard restrictions we had to agree to when it was made. I am still bound by those oaths."
From: Karl
Subject Dinner talk
"Friends, we have completed our test. We have been well fed. What more do we need than what we agreed to retrieve and to go home again." He says the word "home" with a longing and passion he didn't even know he felt until uttering it.
From: Porter
Subject Harp's pledge
"I helped y'all out because a friend asked me to. I'm getting paid a pittance for this, and not nearly enough to pay for the dangers I've faced and certainly not enough to pay for a shiny new magic item."
"I'm not here for the money. I'm here for Quarion. I'm here for a friend."
"That is an honorable pledge, Harp, made from one man to another. I accept," Mund says as he picks up the sword from the table. He picks draws the blade and takes a couple of practice swings with it.
"Very fine," Mund observes. He re-sheathes it and then tosses it back to Harp. In shock, Harp barely catches it. "But why don't you carry it for me 'till we get back? I've seen you fight without weapons, and frankly, you need it more than I do."
"I've got nothing else. Let's go ahead and get out of here."
From: Mark
Subject Turn
I will wait until about 7 PM tonight to see if any of these three want to add something, then I will write up the next scene.
From: Kevin
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: Assuming we have agreement from the rest of the members (Allistair and Surin in particular).
IC: "We are agreed the?? Lothnar, we choose the table with the gem. We thank you for your hospitality this past hour, but we all grow tired of this un-natural place. How you have spent 3,000 year here without going crazy I don't know, but if our taking the gem also frees you of this place, so much the better."
From: Randy
Subject Dinner talk
OOC: I sent a reply a few hours ago and it seems to have been lost in the ether. Right after the vision the following took place:
IC:
Ranthir shakes a little after what he has seen. "The choice is simple for me. I cannot choose my own personal gain at the expense of allowing such evil to prevail. I choose the gem."
From: Kevin
Subject Dinner talk
I got that one Randy. Mark just probably missed it as he was pontificating on how his NPC was involved in saving the world and then sentenced to sit in this place for 3,000 until someone chose the gem.
From: Jason
Subject Dinner talk
Well, the conversation has certainly left me behind, but Ragnar would certainly have answered Mund's question.
"If it were only a matter of keeping this gem safe, I might agree with you, Mund. However, this gem is merely a piece of the Crown of Valorshield. The crown itself was recently returned to the order after 3,000 years by the spirit of Valorshield himself. In some way that I do not understand, the crown made possible his victory over the evil one so long ago. But in order to have any effect, the 8 jewels must be replaced in it.
"We now seek to oppose a descendant of Mesodar, who was prophesied to come forth one day and seek to rule the world as his ancestor once did. With this evil power, there can be no compromise, only victory."
From: Kevin
Subject Dinner talk
Harp looks on as Mund takes his sword, pulls it from the scabard, takes a few swings with it, then sheathes it and throws it back at Harp and says something about Harp needing it worse than Mund does. Struggling to contol his anger, Harp takes the sword and again places it in front of Mund. "No, Mund, you keep it until we return. The bond has no meaning if the one giving the pledge also holds the security. While you're right that I am pretty useless when I'm unarmed, my sword is not my only weapon." With that, Harp pulls out his morningstar from his belt, twirls is around his head and shoulders a couple times, and then slides it back into his belt. "Don't think I would leave my self defenseless."
From: Porter
Subject Dinner talk
Mund sighs, then comes over to the big orc. He puts his arm around the orc's shoulders and pushes the scabbarded sword into Harp's hand. In a low voice meant just for him he says "Harp, Me asking you to hold onto the sword for me means that I trust you to keep your word. Please accept this honor -- it's been earned."
From: Kevin
Subject Dinner talk
Harp looks somewhat taken aback at Mund's statement. "Very well, if you insist. But it doesn't feel right."
"All right, lets get on with this. Lothnar, we (and Harp looks around at the whole group, looking for any last minute dissent) will choose the table with the gem on it."
From: Porter
Subject; Dinner talk
OOC: Let me take this opportunity to point out that Mund is no more proficient at the axe than with any other martial weapon. Mund has some ideas about what he'd like if he could get any weapon he wants, but an axe isn't necessarily more useful to him than a mace, sword, or poleaxe. During the way home, Mund will make sure that Harp knows this.
From: Kevin
Subject dinner talk
OOC: Maybe Harp can take Mund on a shopping trip through the armory of the Order.
I'd like one of those, and one of those, and, oh, oh, can I have a dozen of those???
From: Derek
Subject A small task
Allistair nods in agreement that the gem is the only real choice.
If Allistair gets a chance before they leave, he will sheepishly ask Lothnar one last question: "Since this place, and yourself, will cease to exist after we leave, would you mind if I had your spellbook? After all, you won't be needing it any more..."
From: Mark
Subject A small task
The old mage smiles. "Sorry young man, you would not be able to carry them. However, could you do me a small task?" He holds up a bag, maybe two feet square. " I would like you to deliver this to Breezy's kid. There is a note attached. It is worth a gold piece to me if you would do this." Lothnar holds up a shinny gold piece. Allistair does not recognize the mint, but it looks to be the same size as a standard gold piece. "Please, no one but the kid should open this. "
From: Ashley
Subject Dinner talk
Surin gives a last longing look at the treasure-filled table, estimating its worth and mentally converting it to various forms of currency. He sighs a little, then turns to Harp and the rest. "I was there same as you were when we were told to go on this crazy expedition, Harp. I know we need the gem, so let's just pick it up and get out of here before we all go insane."
From: Derek
Subject A small task
OOC: I knew you wouldn't let me have any, but Allistair could still carry a few...
IC: Allistair looks a bit quizzically at the bag and goldpiece. "All right, I suppose I can do that for you. Who is Breezy and who is his child?"
From: Mark
Subject A small task
With a whisper the old man says "Ask the 1/2 orc" and then he is gone.
The mage climbs up the dais and takes a seat on the throne. "You have passed the last test."
OODM: I will write the sending off when I get home. If any one has any questions they wanted answered now is the time to ask them.
From: Josh
Subject dinner talk
OOC: Let's all create some big distraction while surin goes and robs the choicest pieces from the table. ;-)
From: Porter
Subject Dinner talk
This is our chance to get Mund and Kal working together!
From: Mark
Subject Farewells
As the old man climbs the few steps to the throne he continues talking. "You have chosen well. Harp, go get the gem of Valorshield." The 1/2 orc walks over to the table and picks up the small leather bag. At the old man's gesture he unties it and pulls out a large Aquamarine. "Behold the first Gem of the Crown of Valorshield. This gem, a perfect Aquamarine of surpassing size and perfection, protects from illusions." Surin whistles. Aquamarine's were not usually considered high end jewels, but he had never heard of one so big and it was the perfect color.
Lothnar continues. "There are 7 more gems. They are: Moonstone, Pearl, Topaz, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire and Diamond. All are needed for the crown to work. All are perfect examples of their type, of the highest quality and the finest craftsmanship. All are hidden across the world. I hid them myself and then caused myself to forget their locations. The prophecy is all the clue I left. Tell those in charge to reread with what they know now and the next location will present itself. Each location will lead you to the next."
"But beware. The evil one will sense now know what is going on. Your path will be more hazardous then it has yet been, for now you will be opposed by one who will wish you dead, or worse. You represent the hope of the world. People from all races and all cultures working together. Harp, I do have a message for you to give to Angelwing. Tell him he is not safe, not even in his own bedroom. I have seen evil there and death."
"Now it is time for you to go." The mage chants and makes complex gestures with his hands. Power builds, so much that even Mund and Harp can feel it. The party is surrounded by a glowing circle and with a flash of light the room is gone.
It takes a second for them to blink in the bright sunlight. Their eyes water, almost in pain, so long have they been underground. Salix almost cries at the smell of fresh air and growing grass. Surin drops to his knees and kisses the ground. It takes Harp and Ragnar a few seconds to realize where they are. They are in the courtyard of the chapter house in Gorn, where they started all those weeks ago. Next to them is all of their horses and gear that they had left outside the entrance. Nocits hoots and fly s to Salix's shoulder and the two have a happy reunion, although Salix seems happier than the bird.
A couple of guards men hustle up, swords drawn starting to challenge the group when they recognize Ran and Harp and Ragnar. Harp's commands are fast and confident. "Go find Goodheart and Angelwing. Tell them that our mission is back. We will meet them in the meeting room as soon as they are able." The two guards scamper off and Harp leads the party to the conference room where they had first met. "Mund, I know this is not your home, but I promise you, the order will get you on a ship or get you a horse if you want so that you can get to your hills." Mund, who had been almost red with anger, calms a bit at this, but is still on edge. All of these people.
From: Porter
Subject Farewells
Selfish Bastard, Mund thinks. He still wouldn't give them any of those magic items, even though he was disappearing. Serves him right.
Mund moves over toward his brother, following his lead for the moment.
From: Kevin
Subject Farewells
Allistair pulls his brother aside. "Don't get your heckles up Mund, we're probably heroes in the eyes of those of this order right now. Although our thanks will probably entail an offer (or order for Harp and Ragnar) to get the next gem, I'm sure we can talk them into some better equipment since this descendant of Mesodar will probably send out followers to try and stop us."
Allistair also asks Harp a quick question when he gets the chance. "Who is Breezy?"
From: Porter
Subject Home again
Talking to his brother, Mund says "After all this time, you're probably more at him in a big place like, ain'tcha?"
From: Mark
Subject XP
I have updated the character sheets for the monsters and stuff in the dungeon. I have not done the story XP yet. This part of the story is not quite over yet but it is getting there.
From: Porter
Subject XP
Have you given out story XPs before?
From: Mark
Subject XP
Not in this part of the game.
I gave out Story XP when the first group returned with Rochelle, Angelwings betrothed.
So it has only happened once before. This will be the second time.
From: Kevin
Subject Home again
Harp looks at Allistair, surprised that the mage was unfamiliar with this piece of the Order's history. "Whom Lothnar called Breezy was Breised Valorshield, the founder of my Order and once the King of Schon. It was by his effort's that Mesodar was slain - his and his friends. His "son", I think, is Heronin Anglewing, my superior. Your head may have been pounding too hard the day of the wedding, but Breised's image appeared at the wedding and left the empty crown to Anglewing, with instructions that the gems needed to be found. When we meet him shortly, just give him the bag and let him know who it comes from."
Home again, the meeting, Mund and Quarion, Lothnar's last act
Subject Turn
I will write something up at lunch today. If any one wants to add anything let me know.
From: Karl
Subject Home again
Salix is surprised to find himself back in the garden but is pleased to see that it is incredibly lush and beautiful. The grace he had asked of Obad-Hai had really worked it's blessings on this place. As the others make arrangements to meet with Angelwing, Salix says to Harp, "I will meet you there shortly. I need a few minutes alone here in the garden."
Salix takes his leave of the group and walks to a secluded part of the garden and says a prayer of thanks to Obad-Hai for his help on the Battlegrounds.
At first opportunity he will send a message to Stormfather Acer, reporting all that has happened and asking if there are further instructions.
From: Kevin
Subject Home again
As Harp heads to the Chapter Room, his heart fills with conflicting emotions. His life here had been so hard at times but now it seemed like home. He had seen so much these past months, yet he had the feeling that there was much more to come.Would he be up to the task? He was just a simple soldier, with some religious training thrown in. Some of what Lothnar had said started to sink into his head, and as normal, his head started to hurt. Well, there was one sure way to stop that from happening - report what had happened, convey what he had been told to convey, let others make the decisions, and then do his best to carry out his instructions. But, what he had been told. The offspring of an ancient enemy come back to destroy the world. His superior, Anglewing, in danger even here in the Chapterhouse. How could that be?? Even if Anglewing were not an excellent fighter and paladin of the Order, he still had his unusual background giving him even more strength and grace. How could he be in danger here??
As all these thoughts cross Harp's mind, he winds his way through the hallways to the meeting room they had been in not that long ago. He decides he will tall Anglewing about Lothnar's warning in private.
From: Mark
Subject The meeting
As Harp commands the party to go to the meeting room, Ragnar pulls him to the side. "Harp, it has been a long and tiring journey. Let's get cleaned up a bit first. It will take Angelwing and Goodheart a while to meet with us. Give the others 20 minutes to freshen up" the dwarf whispers to him. Harp hangs his head. He should have known. He turns back to the others. "20 minutes, then we meet in the same room as we did when we got the mission. Clean up if you want. See you there."
Salix nods thanks and heads off to the local grove. Ragnar pulls Harp along to get a quick bath and for a quick stop at the chaple for a prayer of thanksgiving. The others head off to their rooms to change out of clothes worn for too long with out a washing.
25 minutes later Mund is the last to arrive. Sauntering in he sees that Quarion is there, next to a big fella with wings. Mund does a double take at that and moves over to stand by his brother. The party looks partially refreshed by the few minutes given to them. Harp and the other fighters, except Mund, are out of their armor and in more casual clothes. With Mund's arrival Angelwing calls the meeting to order.
"I must tell you, that when I first got word of your return my heart feel. I was sure that you had failed. You had only been gone a few weeks and there was no way you could have made it to your destination and back. Then I heard that you just showed up in the courtyard, that no watch had seen you approach. Then my heart soared. So I ask. Did you find the gem?"
Harp stands forward and pulls out the small pouch. He pulls open the drawstring and empties the contents onto his palm. "Behold, a gem of the Crown of Valorshield. According to Lothnar, this gem is effective against Illusions when placed in the Crown and the others are also in place. I hand it over to you." The 1/2 orc gives Anglewing the gem and steps back. Allistair then also steps forward. "Lothnar actually paid me to deliver this to you." The mage hands over the bag with the note still attached. Anglewing is not sure what to do.
Finally making a decision, the paladin speaks. "You will all need to be debriefed. We will take the rest of the afternoon doing that and tonight we will have a celebration. You are all invited." The party is broken up, each member being taken aside by some high member of the order and questioned about the mission. Quarion Smith takes Mund aside and questions him. Salix asks for a message to be sent to the Stormfather and is told that a message was sent before the meeting had even been started.
OODM: I will write more tonight. If anyone wants to make comments before this meeting breaks up let me know.
From: Karl
Subject The meeting
No comments from Salix at this time.
From: Jason
Subject The meeting
Angelwing actually has wings?? Wow, you learn something new every day.
From: Kevin
Subject The meeting
Harp tries to find a time to meet with Anglewind to deliver the message about the danger Lothnar foretold.
Otherwise, Harp will report on the journey, including his continual run ins with Mund and his concern over Kal'a actions against the Grimlocks.
He will be very complimentary of the skill Surin showed in the last section of the Testing Grounds, Ragnar's steadfastness, especially against the trolls, Allistair contributions and Salix's and Ran's consistent support and guidance. He will express that he is torn in his feelings toward Kal - both appreciative of the support Kal showed him toward the end and concern over the elf's unwavering commitment to attack all evil when it is encountered. He will be very complimentary of Mund's fighting ability (and will make sure to keep his promise to request an enchanted weapon for Mund) but will express his doubts of Mund as a travelling companion.
If asked, he will express his feeling that he is not a great leader of people. He is an OK sergant, but not one who has the calling to lead.
From: Porter
Subject Mund and Quarion
When Quarion asks, Mund tells him an overview of what happened.
Mund met up with the party fine, and had a surprisingly happy reunion with his brother. He guided them up to the falls and helped them fight through that damned dungeon. Harp sure was pissed off at Mund a lot, and Mund's afraid that he's made an enemy of Harp and his whole order. Maybe it's a good idea if Mund leaves soon. Mund has definitely made an enemy of that elf-whore Kal, and Mund wouldn't be surprised if that idiot tries to call Mund out for a duel. Mund isn't too worried about Mr. Glass Jaw, but he's afraid that if Kal comes after him here in "civilized" lands, they'll hang Mund for murder.
From: Mark
Subject Mund and Quarion
Quarion is concerned about Kal's behavior in the Testing grounds. "I will speak with Anglewing and Goodheart, as well as the Elven court representative. I will also talk to Kal. I will let him know in no uncertain terms that dueling now is out of bounds. Do not worry about Harp. I have worked with him before and I am sure it was the stress of command. He is a pretty good guy."
From: Porter
Subject Mund and Quarion
"You might be right about Harp. He's probably a decent guy when he's not trying to do things against his nature. Poor guy. Out of all the people that could have raised him, he had to be raised thy these godfolk nutjobs."
From: Mark
Subject Mund and Quarion
Quarion punches Mund in the arm. "Hey, I work for these nutjobs, as you call them. When all this is done, come get me and I'll take you to the poor district. There are a couple of good bars there. And when I say good, I don't mean the booze." Quarion turns serious for a second. "Mund, I know you are not a big fan of cities, but this party is not going to be in the cities much. I have a basic idea of what is going on and they are going to need your help. Your brother is going to need your help."
From: Porter
Subject Mund and Quarion
"Yeah, it's interesting about my brother. He's spent all this time in cities and with elves, but he's still a man from the Bear Clan, even if he doesn't realize it. Oh, you should have seen him -- we were fighting these giant hippoglyphs and they filled him with spikes, and he didn't go down. I've never seen a magicker as tough as him. You know, I could take every single one of the rest of them, but I don't know if I could take my Alley. Can you imagine him as a warchief of the Bear Clan? Our enemies wouldn't know what hit them." Mund's vision grows distant as he imagines fields of glory smoking from his brother's fireballs.
"Speaking of enemies, I wouldn't trust Kal even if he says he won't duel. That elf's more a hot-head than the craziest orc warriors. And if he does come after me, I won't let him go with a broken nose like last time."
From: Mark
Subject Mund and Quarion
"Let me give you one piece of advice. If he comes after you, make sure there are witnesses and make sure he draws first. No way a Paladin is going to find you guilty if he starts it. Also, if he pleads for mercy, you had better give it. I know that the last one will be hard for you, but these guys are all about mercy when asked for."
"Ok lets go see what the others have put together."
From: Porter
Subject Mund and Quarion
Mund growls in frustration and understanding, and follows Quarion back to the rest of the group.
From: Karl
Subject Mund and Quarion
I'm glad I wasn't in the room for that one (Me, not Salix) 'cause I would have had a terrible time stifling a loud snort.
From: Porter
Subject Mund and Quarion
You big apostate, you. :)
From: Mark
Subject Lothnar's last act
After the debriefings everyone has a quick late lunch and they are all called together again. However, this time it is in a bit larger room and there are more people there. The new people are introduced as leaders of the order, both religious and military. Ragnar's superior is there as well as many of the commanders of the Shining Swords, the elite guard of the Order. Angelwing enters last, Ranthir's father following. The old man still looks weak but no longer on his death bed. A young knight helps the old man to his seat and Angelwing takes his place at the front of the room, on a small raised area. The party sits in the front row.
"My friends" the paladin speaks in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "We are here today to mark a wonderful occasion. Sergeant Harp's mission to retrieve the Gem of Valorshield has been a success." He pulls out the Aquamarine. There is a gasp from the crowd and the gem sparkles in the sunlight. "Brother Orlpar, I commend this gem to your safekeeping. Please place it with the Crown in the most guarded vaults of the Order." Orlpar gently takes the gem, and bowing deeply, leaves the room with a full squad of guards.
"Now on to other things" Angelwing continues. "I want to recognize all of those who were involved in this mission. First I have to tell Harp and his companions something. Lothnar was under strict rules as to what he could and could not do in the final test. However, he was under no obligation as to what he could hire someone to do. So he hired Allistair to complete a task. This did not violate the rules of the Testing Grounds. Lothnar spent many days watching you as your party negotiated the challenges. He has sent gifts."
"Surin, come forward." The halfling stands and moves next to Angelwing. One of the knights brings a chair for Surin to stand on. "Surin, Lothnar sends this." Angelwing pulls out a small axe and hands it to the halfling. Surin looks at in in awe. Testing the edge and the balance, he has never seen finer. "This axe is called Trestle's Hatchet. It is balanced so that it will fly farther than a normal hand axe." Surin's face breaks into a wide smile and everyone can see him look for a way out so that he can test his new axe. (OODM: +1 distance throwing axe.)
"Kal come forward." The elf stands and moves with elven grace to the podium. "While we have other things to talk about dealing with what happened in the Testing Grounds, Lothnar saw nothing wrong with your behavior. He sends this." The paladin pulls out a small gold ring. "This is Bel-Ril's Guard. It will protect you from harm." Kal recognizes the name from elven history, and bows as he accepts the ring. (OODM: +2 ring of protection).
"Salix, come forward." The druid comes forward, uncomfortable in front of a crowd like this. "Your actions during this mission were an example anyone could be proud of. We of the Order are proud to call you friend. Lothnar sends this." He pulls out a scimitar and hands it to the 1/2 elf. As Salix pulls it from its scabbard, he sees that lightning bolts are etched into the blade. "This weapon is called Natures Bolt. Lothnar said that he thought you might like it." Salix bows and returns to his seat. (OODM: +1 Shock Scimitar).
"Mund come forward." The barbarian strides from his spot, looking defiant, but hopeful. "We thank you for your service above and beyond the original contract. Lothnar sends this to our brother from the north." Angelwing holds up a battle axe and hands it to Mund. "This is the Axe of the North Wind. It will freeze your foes with the power of the frozen wastes." Mund hefts the axe and the balance is like nothing he has used before. He makes a short bow and returns to his seat. (OODM: +1 frost battleaxe).
"Ranthir you're next." Ran comes forward and stands next to his childhood friend. "I am still in your debt for saving Rochelle, and the Order is even further in your debt for getting the gem. But there is still much more to do and I hope we can count on you. Here is Lothnar's gift for you. It is called Spirit Spike. With it you can strike at those between the planes." Ran looks at the sword and sees that images of wispy creatures have been worked into the metal. He bows and returns to his seat. (OODM: +1 ghost touch longsword.)
"Ragnar, come forward." The dwarf stumps to the front of the room and turns, facing his brothers in arms. "Word of your steadfastness has been told. But in the challenges to come you will need to strike as well as stand fast. And strike hard against evil you shall. This is Demon Bane. Use it well, for when the evil ones from the outer plane assail you, then will the sword respond at its best." Ragnar bows almost until his head touches the ground and returns to his seat. (OODM: +1 Bane longsword-evil outsiders).
"Allistair come forward." The mage comes forward, slightly embarrassed to be the only mage in a room of fighters. "Lothnar said that he felt a sense of kinship with you. He said you are still not going to get his spell books, but he has some things that might help out." The paladin holds up the bag that Lothnar and told him to deliver to Angelwing. "This bag will hold up to 500 lbs of weight but never weigh more that 25 lbs. Perfect for taking spell books on long trips he says. He also has this for you." The paladin holds up a small prism that is dusty rose in color. "This is the Stone of Insight. When it is in flight, you will notice attacks more easily and be able to avoid them more often. Always a good thing for a mage." Allistair takes the two items and goes back to his seat. (OODM: Bag of Holding Type 2, Dusty Rose Ioun stone(+1 insight bonus to AC).
"And finally Sergeant Harp." The 1/2 orc steps forward smartly and snaps off a perfect salute. "At ease Sergeant. Or should I say Sword Sergeant? Yes you have been promoted again. We felt it was only just since a regular Sergeant should not be wearing something like this." Angelwing pulls out a breast plate. It shines like silver and is obviously made of the same material as Mund's breast plate. "This is StoutArm's Ward. It was worn by one of the most famous of our knights in the time of Valorshield. It had been thought lost, but now we know that Lothnar had it. Wear it with honor." Harp takes the armor, surprised at how light it is. (OODM: +2 Mithral breast plate.)
"Each of you will also be given a bag with 1000 gold pieces. This is to cover your living expenses and to express our gratitude for a job well done." Anglewing calls everyone assembled to attention and leads the crowd in a round of thundering applause.
OODM: I will write more later, but if you guys want to do or say anything go ahead.
From: Mark
Subject Chapter end
Just to let every one know that was the end of the Chapter.
The next week or two will be spent around town. I have to check the numbers, but I expect most everyone will advance to 7th level.
Just like last time, you can each write you own leveling up stories. Get with me if you need any help with details. This applies mainly to spell casting types. If you go up a level I will also roll your HP for you and e-mail them to you.
I will be contacting each of you about the leveling.
Thanks for a great year.
Chapter end, leveling up, classes
Subject Chapter end
OOC: The mail server at school was down all day yesterday, so I didn't have any email access at all. Still, Allistair didn't have anything profound to say for the debriefing, his comments would have echoed most everyone else's.
IC: Allistair is hard pressed not to start immediately playing with the magic items that Lothnar gave him. He does succumb to the urge to take the ioun stone and release it in front of his face, watching it make an orbit around his head before he snatches it up and puts in the bag he received.
If there is still serious conversation going on about the prophesy, etc., Allistair will ask if they know anything about this descendant of Mesodar that is supposed to fulfil the dark prophesy.
From: Mark
Subject Chapter end
Anglewing replys "We do not know who he is. He might have appeared to several of your comrades in a vision several weeks ago. You would have to ask them more about that. The person in the vision might also be some one working for a more powerful being. We really do not know yet. However, Lothnar also sent some information that might make the prophecy we have more clear in certain places. It will take much work on Brother Orlpar's part."
Anglewing speaks up for the whole group to hear. "I would like you to be my guest here at Gorn for the next few weeks. You can stay here in the Chapter House, but if you feel that to be too restrictive, you may take residence in the city itself. After you have had some time to rest and repair your gear and see the city, I might have more work for you, if you are intersted." He signals that the party is free to leave, but pulls Kal aside. "We need to talk. Please return here tomorrow morning at the second bell." His tone leaves it clear that this is not a request.
From: Randy
Subject Chapter end
If Ranthir is not debriefed by Angelwing he will immediately seek him out after his debriefing. Otherwise, these comments will be made during the debriefing.
"My friend, I want you to know that Harp fulfilled his role in this mission very well. He was able to keep many things from fracturing by insisting that disputes be left until after the goal was accomplished. Several of the party became concerned with the apparent slaughter of creatures that we were partaking of. Especially when we took the aggressive stance and did not consider peaceful resolution."
"Kal in particular rushed forward in one situation where some of us were trying to communicate and enable a non-violent resolution. I believe that Kal thought he was doing what was right but I did not agree with his action and feel that it was wrong for him to do. He is a great warrior but his aggressive nature could cause problems in the future.
He seems to be learning from his experiences with us but I do not know if he can keep his rage in check. I still feel anger towards him for his rash actions but as you know, I have had my own problems with rashness in the past and so I am willing to pursue forgiving him and hope that I can find my own peace with him. I do not know how the rest in the party feel at this time. Despite the anger that some of us felt with Kal, Harp was able to keep us working as a unit and I attribute that fully to him. He is a worthy leader. He still doubts himself a lot but I think that his confidence is growing. He still needs help, but his doubts sometimes seem to help him make the right decisions. I am greatful to have the opportunity to work with him."
"Now to other matters. How is my fathers health? I would like to see him as soon as possible."
From: Mark
Subject Chapter end
"Ran, thank you for that information. I will talk to the elf. "
Anglewing continues on a lighter note. "Your father is actually doing better. I will not say he is fine, whatever the poison was took a terrible toll on him that he may never fully recover from. However, go see him for yourself. You have the rest of the day, I should say the next couple weeks to yourself, if you wish."
From: Mark
Subject Leveling up, interlude
Over the next several days I would like each party member to write up something to reflect their leveling up. 7th level is fairly major for all spell casters, as they get a new spell level. Take a look at Karl's write up back in Mid July of last year to get an idea of what I am looking for. If you want to run something by me first, just to make sure it does not violate some grand scheme that I have, that would be great. If you need to use NPC's let me know and I can do that part.
The party is going to have about two weeks in town until the next chapter starts. I will work with Josh about the problems with Kal but I have a pretty good idea of how that will be handled. The party will be involved, at least as witnesses.
I will e-mail everyones new hit points later. If you want to go ahead and update your character sheet on Sakeriver, please do so, changing class level, BAB, weapons used, spells gained, skills changes, etc. When done let me know and I will review.
Thanks and let me know if you have any questions.
From: Porter
Subject Leveling up
So is everybody definitely leveling up?
From: Mark
Subject Leveling up
Yes, some just barely.
From: Mark
Subject Classes
I need to know what classes everyone is going to take.
I know Harp is going up in Fighter.
I assume that Allistair will go up in Wizard.
I assume that Ragnar will go up in Cleric.
I assume that Salix will go up in Druid.
I assume that Kal will go up in Bladesinger.
I assume the Surin will go up in Rogue.
I assume that Ranthir will go up in Fighter.
I am not sure what Mund will go up in.
Let me know one way or another please.
From: Josh
Subject Classes
Bladesinger.
Classes, the accusation, Harp's time off, Chapter 2 begins
Subject Classes
Druid for sure.
From: Ashley
Subject Classes
Definetely a rogue. :)
From: Randy
Subject Classes
Fighter.
From: Mark
Subject Turn
I had a crown put in this morning and so when I got to work I had 24 e-mails and 5 voice mails. I am still digging out. I will work on the leveling up tonight and start with Kal's "trial."
From: Porter
Subject Turn
Oooh! Trial by combat?
From: Mark
Subject Turn
You will just have to wait and see.
From: Porter
Subject Turn
I am going to be away from the computer tomorrow. I haven't had time to update Mund's stats. Feel free to move him along if you need to.
From: Mark
Subject The accusation
The next morning Kal reports to Anglewing's office right on time. He is surprised to see another elf there. This elf is taller than most and finely dressed. He has a sense of age about him though it is hard to tell from his build. He does not stand when Kal enter, but keeps apart from the two warriors. Anglewing stands and greets Kal with a firm handshake. Motioning to chair, the paladin returns behind his desk. As Kal takes a seat Anglewing starts talking.
"Kal, first let me introduce Val-Ril. He is the emissary to Schon from the Elven kingdom. I have asked him here today since you are from the elven kingdom and I wanted to keep him apprised of the situation." Kal nods at the old elf and Val nods back. Anglewing seems to hesitate at this point, seemingly not sure how to progress. "First, let say how much we appreciate your help on the mission you just returned from. According to several of your companions, your aid was crucial in several battles." The paladin hesitates again. "However, something has been brought to my attention and it must be dealt with. Several of the party members have related a story in which you charged in and attacked creatures that other members of the party were attempting to parley with. Is this true?"
Kal nods. "It is essentially true. The creatures were grimlocks, foul beasts known for their cruelty and evil. I helped destroy them." Anglewing nods. "Yes" he says "but the charge is that you did not know that they were grimlocks when you attacked. That you put several of your associates in mortal danger by your actions. They have requested a trial for your actions. Since you were acting on the behest of the Order, you may be tried by the Order, if you wish. If not you must be tried by your people. Which shall it be?"
Kal thinks for a few minutes before answering. "I owe no allegiance to your Order or your cause, however noble it might be. I went along to represent the elves against this evil. If I am to be tried, I will be tried by my people." Val-Ril speaks up at this point. "Kal, I can arrange that. Since you are a member of the Bladesingers, I will send for a Singers Council. They will decide your fate." The elf turns to Anglewing "At the Council, there will be three senior Bladesingers. Kal will tell his story. Any witnesses will tell their story. I will ask that you speak on behalf of the Order. When all parties have spoken their piece, the Council will make their judgment." He turns and looks at Kal. "The decision will be final. No appeal. It will take me a week to contact my King and have the Council here. Let us convene at the same hour a week from today."
Kal nods at this. It was what he expected. Anglewing also nods and then turns and looks back at the elf. "Out of respect for what you have done for us and for the Bladesingers, I will release you on your oath to stay in the city and with in 1 mile of the city. If you violate that, the Order will assume jurisdiction. Agreed?" Kal nods. Val-Ril and Anglewing stand and shake Kal's hand. " I hope this gets worked out" the paladin says and Kal is dismissed.
A week later the trial is about to start. One at a time each member of the party is called forward to relate what they know about Kal. The three Council members lead the questioning. Anglewing relates about the prophecy, Ran's mission to rescue Rochelle, Kal's killing of the werebugbear, Kal's joining the party in the testing grounds and what has been learned since.
OODM: At this point I would like any one who wishes to write a turn which would be their testimony at the trial. I will act as the Council. The Council members are Leb-Raf, Lod-San, and Det-Lar.
From: Porter
Subject The accusation
How much pressure will they put on Mund to testify? He ain't to keen on participating in the elven court.
From: Kevin
Subject Harp's time off
When Harp gets a chance, he will ask Anglewing for a private meeting. He will tell him of Lothnar's warning about his safety.
When released, Harp heads to his quarters in the Chapter House, the new armor resting lightly in his arms. It was SO light, less than 1/2 the weight of his current armor. Having seen how well Mund's armor served him, he was anxious to try it on and practice with it.
The next morning, Harp decides to focus on his weapons training. During the adventure in the Training Grounds he had come to realize that there were some fighting techniques that he did not use as much as he would have thought. So, he decides to search out one of the weapons masters to talk about that. Sword Master Garlon laughs at Harp's comments, telling him that all someone Harp's size needs is a blade, and the knowledge of how to use it." I tell you what, Harp. You come down here for the next week or so and I will give you some tips on how to make sure your blade does as much damage as possible. Your strength IS your strength. Don't be pussy footin around like some. Wade in, swing as hard as you can, hit what you aim at. That is all you really need."
That evening, after a long, difficult day of sword training, Harp starts to leave the training yard. One of young privates, full of piss and vinegar, is taking archery practice under one of the other drill sergeants, shooting at targets many yards away. Harp greets them as he passes, and he says a few sarcastic words about the bow not being a man's weapon. Drill sergeant Miles says a few choice words back and before long, a small wager on Harp's ability to even hit the target has been placed.
D.I. Miles hands Harp the longbow and shows him how to nock the arrow, sight down the shaft, draw, aim and release. Harp does as he is instructed but, as he draws the bow to its full extent, the bow shatters in his hand, the stress from the draw greater than it was designed to handle. A bemused look on his face, Harp hands the remains of the bow and says to the sergeant "Maybe my enemy will get a splinter from the wood". The drill sergeant growls at Harp, telling him to stay put.
He stomps away and returns a few minuteslater with a couple of larger, more elaborate bows. Miles tells Harp that this is known as a composite bow, and is designed only for those with above average strength. Harp tests the bow, feeling the extra resistance as he pulls. However, he is still able to draw it pretty easily.
The sergeant gives him an even more robust looking bow. This one really makes Harp have to work to get it pulled to his chin. Feeling better that this one will not snap apart in his hands, Harp takes an arrow, nocks it, draws the bow, aims, and while he barely hits the target, the arrow nearly passes straight through the hay bale. This bow and arrow stuff was not as easy as it looked, but Harp had never really considered using a bow before. He had always relied on the crossbow, and that shot the same no matter what size you were. With some curiosity in his mind, he asks drill sergeant Miles if he would mind giving Harp some instruction in the evenings on the use of the composite longbow during the next few weeks.
The next day, Harp spends most of the morning working with his sword with Master Garlon. at the end of the afternoon, Harp heads over to see sergeant Miles to take his training with the bow. As he gets there and starts to prepare, he hears Master Garlon call from behind "What the hell are you doing Harp? " Harp calls him over and explains that he is trying to learn how to use a bow since it was one of the combat techniques the group had been a little weak on on his last adventure. "And, you never know when you need to shoot something that's in the air" Harp says with a nod.
Master Garlon growls at Harp "What I meant, you smelly offspring of a diseased maggot, was how were you going to hold that thing when your arm is gripping your shield? You can't do both, you stupid ass. If you're going to try this, you need to get the right equipment." With that, the Sword Master calls one of the privates over and tells him to get something from the armory. A few minutes later the young man trots back out carrying a small shield in his hands. It barely looks big enough to cover one of Harp's arms. "Here, this here is a buckler. It's designed to be strapped to the hand you would hold the bow in. It's not as good as you normal shield, but if you want to be able to use that bow, this is the only way to go."
Harp tries in on, and then tries to fire the bow. The shield is a little unwieldy, but at least it gave him some protection from that off side. Unfortunately, it did not improve his ability to hit the target.
By the end of the next two weeks Harp has honed his sword skill, feeling confident that he would be able to dish out more damage each time he hit something. He was also feeling better about the speed of his attacks. His archery training moved along at a steady pace. He was becoming a decent shot, but whenever he stood up in competition against those training to become archers, his lack of skill was painfully obvious.
(OOC: Mark, Harp is taking Weapon Specialization as his Ftr4 level feat. His BAB is also now at 6/1, so he should get 2 attacks per round. Mark as we discuss earlier, and as provided for in the PHG II, I am going to re-train Harp on 1 feat. He has never used the Shield Bash. I would like for him to take Weapon Focus (Longbow). With his new light armor, his +2 DEX bonus would make this a reasonable selection, as would his selection of a mighty composite longbow (+4).
From: Kevin
Subject The accusation
OOC: Mark, I will probably write something up, but it will not be until tomorrow night or Saturday. Is that OK?
From: Mark
Subject The accusation
They will ask him to testify but will not make him speak. He can make a "No Comment" if he wants to. It might make him look bad if he does not confirm what others say he would have seen.
From: Mark
Subject the Accusation
Sure.
Kal's trial, Kal's opening statement, Ragnar and Ally's time off
Subject The accusation
Ranthir relates his account of the events that transpired up to and including Kal's assault on the Grimlocks. As he does so he remembers the anger he felt at the time but a little to his surprise he does not feel that anger anymore. "The situation we were in was a stressful one. We had a difference of opinion regarding how to approach the rooms that we were faced with.
I do not condone Kal's rash actions, nor would I wish to see them repeated. The results matter little when dealing with this kind of moral action. The next time it could have been a room full of blind beggers that he charged into. The point is, we didn't know what we were facing and despite the nature of the creatures I would have preferred giving them the option of peace. Despite all of this, we must consider that we seem to be on the brink of facing a great evil in the land. Kal acted as he felt appropriate and while I disagree with his tactics in this situation I do feel that he has earned a second chance through his continued actions with our party. Kal is a great warrior and with a little work he will become a great man. I am prepared to serve with Kal again if he is willing to seek repentance for his acts and make a sincere attempt to reign in his anger."
From: Mark
Sujbect: The accusation
This does not really change Randy's post, but Kal would have been allowed to make an opening statement, if he wanted to. Then all of the witnesses would testify, Anglewing first, since he would set the stage for why they were where they were. After all the witnesses, Kal would be able to put on a defense/respond last.
From: Derek
Subject The accusation
Here's the link for the archives that start with that encounter, since it's been 10 months, people might not remember the specifics.
http://www.sakeriver.com/archives/kalevan/view/248
From: Porter
Subject the accusation
OOC: I just read over those archives -- that was some pretty exciting stuff!
From: Jason
Subject Ragnar's time off
ooc: This started getting a little long, so I'm sending parts out seperately. Hope you enjoy reading... if not, you probably won't miss anything important.
Ragnar accepts Lothnar's gift stolidly, but inside he is dying to try it out immediately. As the rest of the presentations continue, in his mind he is fighting a demon twice his size and lightning fast. His shield shines with divine radiance, causing the demon to shrink back, while his sword strikes again and again, leaving deep burning gashes, until finally-
He is startled back to reality when the chamber erupts in thunderous applause. Looking around, he can see that Harp and Allistair had received their gifts as well, and if Harp looks excited as a child holding his new armor, Allistair looks even more excited holding some bag and an uninteresting stone. Shrugging it off, he leaves the chamber with the rest of his companions. "How in Heironeous's name am I going to find a demon here in the middle of the largest temple to the greatest god of goodness in the world?" he wonders. Maybe he could convince one of the higher order clerics to summon one. He was certain he'd heard some of them discussing summoning beings from other planes before.
Shaking his head angrily, he berates himself. None of the clerics here was going to summon a demon, and he shouldn't even be considering asking them to. Looking for a fight! You are a cleric of Heironeous, he reminds himself. You bring goodness and hope to those who are oppressed. Of course, Heironeous being a god of war, sometimes that hope was brought through strength of arms, but that was not what he'd been considering. First things first: time to go back to his room and take off this plate mail that was apparently squeezing his brains out through his ears.
Dropping both his swords on the bed, he removes his armor slowly and places it on the stand he'd had made for that purpose. His gaze slips back to his new sword, and he admires it for a time, then glances around the rest of the room. He had been doing important work, and certainly his prowess had increased slightly during the mission, but their quest to prepare to battle the evil one had left him with little opportunity to fulfill what he'd come to think of as his primary obligation as a cleric.
Grabbing Demon Bane, he opens the cabinet and places it on a shelf underneath his small collection of books. Mund or even Harp would probably find that a more than unusual place to store it, but to Ragnar it reminded him that the sword, however powerful it was, was simply another tool he used to do the will of Heironeous, just like the books above it, with the books likely the more useful ones. The Life and Times of Valorshield catches his eye and he pulls it out, looking it over, lost in thought. Had it really been just two months since he'd left off reading it to board the ship to the Wildlands? It felt like years.
Finally getting to his feet, he drops the book at the foot of his bed and retrieves his old sword. Holding the blade out directly in front of him, he looks it over with a critical eye. He was far from an expert, yet his dwarven heritage provided him with an instinctual knowledge of what to look for, and the blade was a fine one. The cell was far too cramped to test the balance, but he knew from experience that it was excellent. It had served Heironeous well in the past. Today it would serve him again, but in a new way.
Dressed now in his cleric's robes, Ragnar makes his way out of the temple and into the city. He doesn't know exactly where he's going, so it takes him some time to find a shop specializing in blades of all types. Counting himself fortunate that there is no one in the shop at the time, he steps to the counter and places the longsword on the counter. The man behind the counter glances at it disdainfully and says "If you're looking to sell, now's a bad time for it. Things are peaceful here, and while there's always the odd merchant's guard and the like looking to buy a sword, I couldn't even consider giving you more than a few silver pieces for it."
Looking the man in the eye, Ragnar says quietly, "This blade was handmade by Glim Thunderstone, one of the finest dwarven metalsmiths alive today. It is worth more than its own weight in gold."
Giving an indelicate snort, the man says "Made by an expert dwarven smith! If I had a silver penny for every time I'd heard that one, I could afford to pay your price! Oh don't run off just yet, I suppose I could at least take a closer look at it."
Ragnar smiles inwardly and replaces the sword on the counter. The man does look it over, and then they begin to haggle in earnest.
From: Mark
Subject Ragnar's time off
Great.
Exactly what I was hoping for.
From: Porter
Subject Kal's trial
Mund walks into the council chamber, sweat still dripping off his shaggy hide from the workout he just stopped. He looks over at the panel of judges, sees that they they are all elves, and shakes his head sadly. The only time you'll ever get justice from the elves is when it's required as a spell component, Mund thinks to himself. Oh well, it's impossible for them to render justice if they don't know what happened, so he might as well get it over with and tell them.
"So, we were going through that place, and we come to a door with some folk talking behind it. Me, Alley, Salix and Kal went forward to talk to them and try to get through them without no killing. We were just suppos'ta talk, and return immediately to the group if anything went wrong, even if we just didn't trust them."
"I knocked on the door and we started chatting with them. The fellow's name was Gorn, and he had been minding his own business when some magic put him in that hellhole. Kal got it in his mind that they were orcs, which was stupid. They didn't speak orcish, and they didn't sound like orcs. I'd reckon that y'all would teach your "chosen warriors", as Kal calls himself, more about y'all's enemies. I can promise you that they know more about you that."
"Anyways, he thought they were orcs, which he thought meant we should just go in and murder 'em all We got in an argument about that. Kal was losing the argument, and must'a known that we wouldn't help him, so he charged into the room to do the murdering hisself. I tried to stop him with a tackle, but but I tripped and fell into the room with him. Alls of a sudden, the door closed and I find myself in a pitch black room surrounded by enemies who are in no mood to talk anymore. If'n the rest of our party hadn't managed to force open the door, I probably would have died there with that spoo*.
"So, that's what happened then. What happens now? What's your justice like? Are you going to be true to your image -- champions of goodness? Or are you going to act like the elves I've seen slaughter entire villages, even the women and children, for the crime of their heritage and for being outnumbered? Are we going to see real justice here? Or are you going to make a great show of how sorry you are this happened, while secretly thanking him for his diligence? After all, he thought he was murdering orcs."
*spoo: orcish insult which literally means elven prositute
From: Josh
Subject Kal's trial
Kal will make an opening statement, give me just a little bit to type it up.
From: Kevin
Subject Kal's trial
Harp takes a break from his training one afternoon to respond to the call to testify in the trial of Kal-Lar, Bladesinger. Harp was truly conflicted about what he would say. When he had first met Kal, the elf had been arrogant, condescending, rude, and about every other thing to Harp. He thinks back to the werebugbear, the trip back with Rochelle, the altercation after the quest had been set, the whole time Kal had challenged Harp intent, purpose, calling, his whole sense of being.
The room with the grimlocks had finally brought all to bear. What should have been a simple investigation had disolved into mayhem and chaos, all because Kal had thought the creatures on the other side of the door were orcs or goblins.
They hadn't been either, and that fact had almost cost them dearly. After Harp had closed Kal in the room and had their "encounter" Kal seemed to have turned the corner somewhat, not being so challenging, following the plan, even contributing a substantial amout. But, how would that weigh against what he had done. Harp was not as concerned about the dead grimlocks - they were an obstacle, they had been overcome. Harp was more concerned about the risk he had put his immediate companions, even that blowheart Mund, in. Kal may have no worry for his own skin, but at that point, it had not been his call. Laughing at his thought, Harp wonders how his own D.I's would chuckled at Harp's concern about following a plan and protecting his teammates. Harp had strayed from those principles enough times in his early training that it had almost become legend. Well, he wasn't the smartest one in the bunch, but he knew how to learn from actual experience.
When he approaches the council, Harp explains the situation up to that point, why he selected the team he had, and his instructions. He recounts seeing the tussle at the door, the two fighters rolling into the room and the call to come help. After that, it was just a matter of cleaning up the mess. His story will continue with his "meeting" with Kal in the room and his expression of his concerns with following orders and the assistance Kal had provided since that time.
OOC: He will not add any personal feelings unless asked.
From: Josh
Subject Kal's opening statement
After the meeting with Angelwing and Val-Ril Kal makes his way back to his cell. He spends the week in mixed training, working on both his magic use and his sword arm. He had learned alot in the time he spent in the training grounds.
The day before the trial, Kal makes his way to the elven temple in the city. He locates a priest and after a small conversation, the priest runs off to retrieve a robe for Kal. Thanking him, Kal gives him 100 gold as a donation to the temple, and enters the inner forest of the temple.
As he walks in, he allows himself to be filled with tranquility. He locates a large tree and sits under it to gather his thoughts. After a few hours of meditation, recalling the details of the situation and weighing his own actions, Kal rises and moves further into the forest, to where he recalls seeing a small pond the last time he was here.
He strips his clothes off and wades into the pond. He washes himself clean with the elven waters, removing the grime from that days training. His hand self conciously goes to the scars on his stomach from the battle with the trolls, accompanied by feelings of shame and regret. "I should have been more careful, I allowed my confidence to slow me down, and I nearly paid the price with my life."
He ducks under the water and washes his hair clean. After he is done, he returns to the shore and puts on the robes and shoes from the priest. He ties his hair back with a simple piece of leather,straps his sword belt around his waist, and replaces his new ring on his finger, pausing again for just a minute to admire it's workmanship. He bundles the rest of his belongings together and makes his way back to the temple of Heironeous.
He spends the night before the trial in meditation. He rises in the morning, puts on the robes, his sword belt, and his ring, and makes his way to the trial.
When asked for an opening remark, Kal will say only this:
"Elders, thank you for making this journey to see to my trial, and I appologize that my actions caused your travel.
All of my actions that are under question today were for the good of the elven nations, the good of our mission, and for the good of the party. My companions' words and my own will reveal this to be true. Thank you."
Kal then sits and listens attentively.
From: Derek
Subject Allistair's time off
Finally having some free time to study for the first time in months, Allistair asks for and gets a letter from Angelwing to take to the local mage guild. The letter apprises the guildmaster of Allistair's situation with the Order, and gives a somewhat abridged apprisal of the situation with the crown, Mesodar's descendant, etc. The guild has a close relationship with the Order, and the chief wizard is glad to hear of their success on obtaining the first gem. In the letter, Angelwing asks if Allistair may have permission to study at the guild library for the next few weeks, so that he might be able to expand his skills and be of greater assistance to his friends in the future. With Angelwing's word and reputation, the wizard is more than happy to grant Allistair full access to the library. The rest of the day is spent with Allistair being taught the means of entering the guild and pertinent areas of the library without triggering the safeguard meant to ensnare thieves or students without permission.
The next day, Allistair meets again with the chief wizard. After hearing Allistair's description of their sojourn in the pocket dimension, the chief wizard replies, "That is too bad about Lothnar's spellbooks. He was a wizard of great renown, and he helped found this very guild and library. However, I doubt that his books and other effects were simply destroyed. He was very powerful and insightful, but he was not wasteful. They will most likely be found by someone at a time and place in the future to help further the cause against the legacy of Mesodar."
Concerning Allistair's use of magic, he says, "You certainly have cultivated an ability to deal a large amount of damage in a conflict. Those fireballs and magic missles are the mainstay of a battle mage, and you use them well. However, it seems that there were many situations when less direct spells may have allowed your party to continue without any fighting at all. I think that is where you should concentrate your studies."
Treasure
From: Josh
Subject Treasure
Hey Mark,
I know we got 1000 gold each from angelwing. How much gold do we each have from inside the training grounds?
From: Mark
Subject Treasure
I will have to go back and check. There was not much treasure from the dungeon. I know the ogres had some gold, and I think the giant had some stuff.
There was also a shield, which Mund has, and a potion, which Mund has, I think.
From: Porter
Subject Treasure
Speaking of which, Mund asks Salix to check out that potion to see if it is A) magical or B) poison.
A forest interlude, potions, Allistairs testimony
Subject A forest Interlude
The sounds of the forest disappear around him. He slows his breathing, his heart beat, until they match the rhythm of the forest. Deep in the most sacred oak grove , Stormfather Acer sits, motionless. He takes in the sounds of the forest. The rapid fire staccato of the woodpecker, the high, far away screech of the hawk, the low thrumming of the waterfall. Deeper he goes into the sounds of the forest. The rustle of the leaves on the trees as the wind blows, the swishing sound of the grass in the high mountain glade, the low booming of the old elm tree finally falling.
He reads these sounds like others read words. He listens to them for messages from his ward, the Great North Woods. For long years he the forest has told him where it needs help. But parts of the woods have been silent for far too long. Far to the north and east, trouble is brewing. He can just tell, even though there has been no report. Soon another sound intrudes on his senses. He hears the sound of paws on the forest floor. There is something wrong about the sound though. He speaks. "MountainSister Sephira, why do you always try and sneak up on me?"
The mountain lion that had been moving quietly towards the StormFather stops and shimmers in the dappled sunlight. A young looking woman forms up, a rueful expression on her face. "How did you know it was me, Acer?" The old druid looks up, a small grin on his face. "If I told you all my secrets, then where would I be? But this time I will let you in on it. Mountain lions do not have the feet needed to move quietly in the forest. You would have been better served with the form of one of the forest cats, not the mountain cats you are more familiar with. Expand your comfort zone, and you will see returns."
His face takes on a more serious tone. "What brings you to the Glade of Contemplation today?" "I have news you need to hear, StormFather." Her use of his title tells him much. Indicating that she should take a seat he offers her some fresh berries and some water. She sits and relays her news.
"Two reports StormFather. First, we have received a messenger bird from Gorn. The Wealdward Salix has returned from his mission for the Paladins. I do not understand why you sent him with those pompous arrogant fools. They think they can bend the world to their power." Acer sighs. He has had this discussion with many of the followers of Obad-Hai. "I deal with them because when we have made agreements with them, they have abided by them. Yes they cut down tress, and cultivate the land, and damn up the rivers, but when we have shown them the errors of what they have done, they have listened. Unlike the fools in Tsopsi or Undulant or the chaos that rules over the Wildlands. But enough of that. What is your second report?"
Saphira's face darkens. "It as about the mission of the 5 Riverguards to the Wildlands forest. It has been a month and no news back yet. And we have still not heard back from the Wealdwards we sent over three months ago. I fear that they are lost." Acer bows his head, suddenly feeling his age. "Those were good druids. Smart, careful. Gone. My fault. I should have gone. I will go."
The aged druid stands. "MountainSister, listen to my commands. You are to go to the Wealdward Salix. Initiate him into the next level. Then ask him to return with you. Ask him to bring any that he can convince to accompany him, for I feel that we may need their aid before all of this is done. There is a willow grove not many miles from the city. I know you prefer the mountains to the forest, but you must go to the city of Gorn and bring back aid. I will go ahead, to the closest sacred grove we have in the north. Send Salix and any he brings along to that grove. I will meet them there. I will need some time to see what is happening."
"It will be as you say, StormFather" the younger druid says. As she goes he speaks up one more time. "If I am not back in two fortnights, summon the Council of Druids. I will have fallen." Saphira looks stunned at the old man's statement. "Should we not send more druids with you then?" The StormFather shakes his head. "No, if I am unable to deal with whatever threat is up there, then more druids would only die. That is why I want Salix to bring the people he has been working with along. They may have talents and skills to succeeded where we may not. Obad-Hai watch your step, MountainSister."
From: Karl
Subject Potions
Salix does. (OOC - Is it?)
From: Mark
Subject Potions
Yes it is magical and no it is not poison.
From: Derek
Subject Allistair's tesitmony
Allistiar listens through the trial, also a little surprised that Kal chose not to speak, essentially pleading no contest to the charges laid against him. Well, the elven justice system focused more on repentance and recompense then on punishment and retribution, and such a plea wouldn't necessarily be a disadvantage. Allistair looks over al Kal. He is calm, posessed, and doesn't look calculating at all. Today Kal seemed every bit the reserved and controlled elf. Allistair hoped it wasn't just a show. It was practically impossible to fool an elder who had several centuries of experience. Allistair knew that first-hand from his time among the elves.
When Allistair is asked to testify, Allistair asks in Elvish if he should give his testimony in Elvish or Common. Det-Lar responds back in Elvish that while only the three were passing judgement upon Kal, due to the audience proceeding in Common would be more polite.
"Of course," Allistair replies, switching back to Common. "I generally agree with the facts as presented by my peers. However, there are a few details that I would like to add. Being a wizard I must have an exacting memory, and I beleive the judges should have the most accurate facts in their possesion. We had only been in Lothar's test for a few hours, and we had no idea what types of challenges were before us. We had just previously opened the first door, upon which a murderous ogre charged us, giving us no option but to kill it. We knew not but that we would have to kill every creature in this place for us to be able to safely leave."
"At the second door we were able to engage the creatures on the other side of the door in some conversation. Though we had a strong suspicion and fear that we would have no choice but to fight, Harp reluctantly chose to let Mund, Surin, Salix, and Kal try and speak with them first."
"Due to the gutteral low tones they spoke in, Salix first assumed they were orcs. However, Since Mund speaks Orcish, he determined that this wasn't the case. At this point, Kal must have assumed that if they weren't orcs, they must be goblins or something similar. His exact words to Salix were:
'Friend Salix, you're wasting your time with these creatures. They're pawns of chaos and evil. Treacherous to the core. Lets kill them quickly. If we return them to their homes they'll probably be out pillaging and raping in a week.'
"At this, Mund and Kal got into a loud argument over their, um, different political views on goblinoid races that included racist remarks on both sides. I rushed forward and tried to calm the two down, but I was too late. As he was about to open the door, Kal said to me:
'Your brothers a fool and will be treated as such. These goblins need to die, and they need to die now.
Have you all forgetten that we're currently in a extra-dimensional pocket fighting a TEST created by the very opponent of the one eyed abomination?
There is nothing to be learned here from these spawns of chaos and evil. At best they're "innocent" and will go back to raping and pillaging our brethren. At worst they're a trap laid by the one-eyed one himself, designed to destroy our chances at fulfilling our mission.
We don't have time for foolish errands of gallantry now. These are the enemies. They stand in our way, and they are the children of evil. We kill them now, before it costs us our life and our quest.' "At that point, he pushed open the door and started attacking whatever was in the room, and Mund tried to tackle him from behind to stop him. The door then slammed closed on them, and it took frantic effort from the rest of us to push the door back open and rescue them from being overwhelmed and slain in the darkness. After we managed to rescue Kal and Mund we had no choice but to slay the creatures, which we determined to be grimlocks. Not orcs and not goblins, but an underground goblinoid race."
"After that unfortunate encounter, the only time that Kal disobeyed any orders from Harp was charging into battle to cover his comrades, when Harp had ordered him to stay in reserve or on the flanks. He in fact nearly died twice, once when he charged a giant Grey Render, and again at the end when we faced a vicious pack of trolls. In fact, he only seemed his shrewd self again when we were speaking with Lothnar himself. Both him and Mund seemed more surprised to see themselved agreeing on something than even the rest of us were," Allistair recalls with a grin.
"Do you have any questions for me?"