Campaign of the Month: February 2016

Rise of the Durnskald

Discovery
Session 48

Razimuth raced down the cave, brimming with excitement over his discovery. Chief Astenfang would surely see the value of this, she had to, it was monumental. Literally.

Razimuth snickered at his joke to himself as he jogged outside the cave complex. He had been exploring deep beneath the surface in the sub-level of the cavern where the shaman council had made their proclamation of power a few days ago. They had been searching for a new source of raw Azca since the sun went dim to perhaps reverse the calamity; his people worshiped the light of the titan and it had nearly gone out around twenty days ago.

That had been a very bad day, one that Razimuth hoped he would be able to forget. He had seen horrible things happen to the children and elders, their twisted forms and shrieks still haunted his dreams.

He shivered involuntarily at the memory. He was almost home now, the cave wasn’t far from the tribe’s riverside village. Soon he could tell Chief Astenfang about the portal. The portal would be their salvation.

Journal entries for session 48:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 48
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 48
Salin’ess-Khahaan – After the ruins
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Twenty
Krellem –
Cara –

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He Watches
Session 47

The master looked at them quizzically.
“Ah, yes. Welcome home little ones. I trust that the intruders have been adequately dealt with?”

They globbered in unison excitedly.

The master seemed less than amused at their antics.
“What do you mean by that precisely? Am I to assume that they have not been killed?”

G’Hauth glurried to the master in a dismissive fashion.

The master eyed G’Hauth wearily.
“So you let them escape. Are you sure that they have gone from our lands? We will have much bigger problems to deal with if word of our little enclave here reaches the elementals.”

G’Hauth floopily willomied, using a pseudopod to draw a crude map on the ocean floor. G’Hauth gesticulated towards the map, emphasizing the trail away from the ancient ruins near the shoreline.

The master closed all three of his glowing orange eyes, nodded, and bid them to leave his sanctum.

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Journal entries for session 47:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 47
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 47
Salin’ess-Khahaan – I Wish For Friends
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Nineteen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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ARC Historical Analysis - The Sandscale Tribe
Session 46

Status:
Annihilated, survivors likely assimilated into the Greenscale Tribe to the north west.

Description:
The Sandscale Tribe was a large, prosperous, and somewhat gregarious lizardfolk culture that inhabited the coastal jungles of Organith during the Age of the Citadel, peaking around C5850. They were a religious and artistic tribe that valued the solidarity and piety of its people, building large temples dedicated to Semuanya. These structures are thought to have attracted the unwanted attention from the Swamplurk Yuan Ti, leading to intense and bloody conflict. The Sandscale Tribe was eventually brought to ruin by the treacherous barbarian king Kurgen Vost when he commanded his forces to attack their lizardfolk allies.

Archaeological Significance :
There are several ruined temples located along the Organith coast that have recently been discovered, they are considered to have historical value. To date, no settlements have been located.

Journal entries for session 46:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 46
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 46
Salin’ess-Khahaan – On the way to some ruins
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Eightteen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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ARC Logistical Analysis - Abberant Ocean Elemental
Session 45

Origin:
This creature is unlike anything we’ve encountered so far. It is clearly an elemental but it seems to exhibit several physiological traits of various oozes as well. Could corruption be the cause of such a malformation? It is unknown.

Appearance:
The creature itself is fairly large, taking up the space of several small fishing skiffs or perhaps an elephant. It is deceptively difficult to quantify how much volume an amorphous creature takes up. The creature is the color of the ocean water from which it was created, rendering it effectively invisible in that water unless it is moving.

Dietary Needs:
Low. These creatures do require sustenance, a fact we didn’t learn quick enough to preserve the first two captured specimens. They seem to feed on whatever they absorb in much the same fashion as a Gelatinous Cube. They are predominantly composed of water so their food requirements are low, approximately 2 pounds of fish every few days was enough to keep our third specimen alive and somewhat active. When they are in the water their needs change, using water for sustenance instead.

Temperament:
In a word? Angry. These creatures are not intelligent and whatever force animates them also imbues them with a need to destroy. They prefer to attack things smaller than themselves, regardless of the threat those things pose. Rafts were attacked as quickly as balloons or people.

Intelligence:
Minimal. These creatures would be far more dangerous if they could strategize or retreat.

Combat Ability:
Fair. They can attack with many pseudo-pods of various sizes and lengths that they project from their core, battering their targets. They have a somewhat small range, our specimens weren’t able to strike at targets more than twenty feet away. Not all of the creatures are precisely the same though, it is assumed that larger specimens would have a longer range. The creature can also grasp a target and absorb it, generally killing the target via suffocation or, when no other targets are present, via the application of blunt trauma from within. Also, it should be noted that these creatures are very difficult to kill if they are in contact with a water source. Our fifth specimen, when in contact with the ocean, was able to withstand several large barrages of arrow fire.

Vulnerabilities and Immunities:
Cold works, as does electricity. Fire appears to do nothing. Acid is also ineffective. Aural damage was reduced in effectiveness. Piercing weapons were basically useless. Slashing and bludgeoning weapons were effective. Positive and negative energy attacks operated within normal ranges. Poison wasn’t effective. Disease was also useless. Force damage, as always, proved effective. Immune to suffocation. Starvation or dehydration is possible if time consuming. All of this was rendered useless if the creature was in contact with an external water source unless massive trauma was inflicted all at once.

Recommended Action:
Regular patrols along the fishing routes to keep the creatures at bay, they pose a large threat to fishermen and their ilk as well as anyone traveling by small seafaring vessels. When found, engage and exterminate.

Journal entries for session 45:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 45
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 45
Salin’ess-Khahaan – Arriving at the Elemental Kingdom
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Seventeen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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We're on a boat!
session 44

The journey to the elemental kingdom was surprisingly uneventful.

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Journal entries for session 44:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 44
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 44
Salin’ess-Khahaan – On A Boat
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Sixteen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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Azca Et'Zeryx Valt - Roth Ulman Excerpt
Session 43

Excerpt from the advanced text “Azca Et’Zeryx Valt: Roth Ulman” detailing the nature of reality and how Azca pertains to the formulation of the Planes.

“The most important factor to understand is that the nature of the Planes is not immutable. The power of the Azca is woven in with the very fabric of reality, therefore it stands to reason (and has been proven) that by purposeful manipulation of the Azca contained within one may affect the very weft that binds creation. Be forewarned, it is no easy task to pull loose a thread to affect such a change, which doesn’t bode well for the confoundingly more difficult task to add even a single thread to an already established (and thus static) weave. Contained within this tome is a set of formula that in theory may be used (in the correct place and pocket of time) to add a thread forged of pure Azca to the weave of reality provided that one has the proper equipment for creating the required event Foci.

Such equipment doesn’t exist.

By the very laws which govern the use of Azca (ref Azca Alumud C’et Vastrl: Volume Two) the creation of the required Foci would in effect nullify any present weave in accordance with Talon’s Theory of Planar String. Such a change has, when attempted, proven disastrous in the past (see any of the available texts in regards to the destruction of Athas for one memorable example). Remember, that is the best case scenario should the attempt fail. I have heard far worse theories explaining what happens if the attempt succeeds. There are blank pages in our history books that we think may be related to one such attempt, in this case the people who attempted it are thought to have been erased entirely from reality as if they had never existed in the first place.

That theory actually has its own set of interesting implications. Consider for a moment a man who via the assistance of a temporal wave-form anomaly (such as that generated as the backlash from a failed Time Stop arcanostruct) is placed in his own recent past, where he manages to cause the death of his past self in some irrelevant fashion. This creates a problem, if he is now dead in the past he isn’t there (as he doesn’t exist) in the future to be affected by the anomaly, which would mean that his current self can’t travel to the past to cause the death of his past self. This in turn means that since he couldn’t have killed himself in the past he is still present in the current, to be affected by the anomaly and starting the paradoxical cycle anew.

I bring this up because the peoples who attempted (and in theory succeeded) to add a thread to the weft of reality couldn’t have just disappeared. We know this because we know that moving backwards along a temporal line is possible. If the attempt rendered them completely non-existent then the theory goes that they wouldn’t have existed in the past to erase themselves. Cases like this are interesting because of what they imply. It is my thinking that they weren’t erased from reality but simply removed from our temporal line. Maybe this placed them on a different or new temporal line. If there is only a single temporal line that all of reality shares this means that these people removed themselves from time entirely. What happened to them then? No one can say with any real sense of authority.

Back to the topic at hand. The theoretical Foci must be aligned along massive wells of Azca in order to allow the insertion of the thread. The Foci would have to be constructed out of some kind of amplifying element, without it the Foci would simply bleed the plane of Azca before enough power could be gathered to force open the weave. Several such amplifying Foci would be required and they would tend to be highly unstable locations due to the energies involved without some sort of power-damping on a massive scale. This is part of the reason why such Foci are thought to be impossible, how does one create a structure that is both highly amplifying and highly dampening simultaneously? The theory is sound at any rate."

Journal entries for session 43:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 43
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 43
Salin’ess-Khahaan – Only One
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Fifteen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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Egg Snatcher
Session 42

Jeena darted quickly into the shadows to avoid being seen, if she were caught here that was it. She had been planning this heist for a long time and knew precisely which path she had to take once she had made it over the walls and in to the palace. Here she was, about to pull of the crime of the year, and all she could think about was the rumors she had heard of the monster guarding the nursery. She would sneak in, grab an egg, and sneak back out before the monster ever knew she was there. After practicing for months Jeena was certain she could do it, she had everything memorized and the last seventeen practice runs she had done went through flawlessly.

Her contacts in House Derth had tried to warn her against this plan but they were simple beggars and thieves, the whole lot of them were craven. Despite her refusal to join them in the past the assassins guild had made her quite the offer if she could pull this one off, an Obsidian Scale marked for One Thousand Mithril Scales. They allowed her to use their facilities to practice as well, an old warehouse off of Mueller Avenue that they half jokingly referred to as “The Cathedral of Hate”. Inside the warehouse had been set up completely identically to the inside of the east wing of the palace. She had practiced sneaking, rolling, and climbing there so much that she even did it in her dreams.

After a few hours of meditation she had spoken with her contact Aggra Jag Blackspine to let the Assassins Guild know that tonight was the night. She had scaled the exterior wall to the south east of the palace gates, the guards had no idea she was there and in an instant she was on the roof of the entrance rotunda and was out of sight. Getting caught by the guards would end poorly for her, they’d likely petrify her until her trial date came around and then she’d be spending quite a lot of time locked up in prison. That would infringe upon her night-life, it just would not do to get caught so she took a calming breath and quietly shimmied her way around the rotunda dome towards the east wing hall’s roof.

From there she surveyed the peristyle below. When it was clear she lowered her drider silk sash and slid down noiselessly. She wrapped the sash around one of the peristyle’s columns, using the command word to make it mimic the pattern in the marble so that the sash wouldn’t be obvious. With that completed she looked to the door of the hatchery. It was closed, which was odd. This door was always kept open while the monster was there. Could this really be this easy, to have the monster gone on the night she planned her heist? She eyed the door again, this time suspiciously. Crouching low under a bush she could see as a guard approached the door and checked to make sure it was still locked. She would have laughed it if wouldn’t have given her away, it was going to be that easy.

After the guard had finished and walked away Jeena came back out of hiding, walking to the door with purpose. She took a look around just to make sure that this door wasn’t rigged with magic or anything and detected no traps. She slid her pick in the lock and a moment later she was in the hatchery, closing the door behind her with a soft click. So far so good. She eased her way along the brown brick wall until she could see into the room beyond. This didn’t look right, the whole room was backwards from the way she had practiced. Where the monster would have been (were it here) there were instead a half dozen painted eggs in various hues, each one the size of a baby human. The other alcove was empty but for a small slateboard and a few stools. These were the eggs that she came to get, this is what the Assassin’s Guild had wanted her to retrieve. After this she wouldn’t have to work another day in her life.

Jeena slowly approached the eggs, watching them like a hawk to make sure that there wouldn’t be anymore surprises. When she got to the first egg, she slowly placed her hands on the surface. It was metal, and the paint some sort of enamel. Jeena blinked in confusion. She tried to pick it up but the egg came apart in several large pieces, one of which fell on the now mewling winged serpent baby within. Jeena had never seen such a creature as this. It was magnificent, a thin red and green speckled snake with feathered wings like a bird, whose feathers shamed all of avian kind with their splendorous hues. She brushed aside one of the pieces that the baby was trapped under and picked the infant up gently.

That was when she felt them tighten, the coils that had wrapped silently around her legs, waist, and neck. These coils were massive and dark green, and the monster that wore them looked at her with its several dozen heads. The monster took the infant from her trembling hands, she couldn’t escape due to the tightness of the coils around her. This must be the monster, and it was unlike anything she had expected. Overwhelming fear filled her, she opened her mouth to scream but the monster simply coiled around her head to stifle her, then tightened again.

The last thing Jeena heard was the monster saying “Hush now little one, time to go back to sleep”, then the terribly loud snapping of her own skull.

Journal entries for session 42:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 42
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 42
Salin’ess-Khahaan – Unnecessary Complications
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Fourteen
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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Novus Lux Geoffrey Linden - Krellem Report 1
Session 41

Magistrus Lux Agierus Rex,

I have encountered something most unusual. One of the brothers, Novus Lux Krellem, has presented a difficult conundrum. To be specific, there are two of him. Before I get into how this happened I would like to take a moment to clarify a few terms. For the purposes of the remainder of this report, the Krellem that we originally inducted into our order (and who subsequently perished) will be referred to as Old Krellem. The other Krellem, who came back after performing the task we gave Old Krellem (the task involving the swamps) will be referred to as New Krellem.

It would appear that Old Krellem was involved in an explosion involving the unintended consequences of combining two extraplanar storage locals. The resulting rift destroyed the majority of the group Old Krellem was with, including himself. This is the last thing that Old Krellem remembers until I resurrected him.

This is a problem.

You see, New Krellem remembers the explosion as well as everything prior. What he also remembers is waking up in Arboria and everything that has transpired since. The souls, from all accounts, are not identical. They are very similar though. Fang (yes, that Fang) had noticed a distinct “flaw” in New Krellem’s soul (as well as that of his companions, with the exception of Page Luon of House Blackshade) that led New Krellem to investigate this manner further, ultimately culminating in his decision to seek out my assistance.

So, I resurrected him. By all accounts I thought that the spell would fail. It should have. It didn’t, despite what divine law would indicate should happen. I don’t know what Othanops has planned for Krellem (New or Old) but I think that whatever it is it’s important. I am still investigating this matter, in the meantime I have ordered Old Krellem to remain within the Pergisursian city limits until I can come up with a better plan or uncover more information to go by. I would inquire amongst the experts of House Blackshade but everyone of significant rank appears to have been sent north in an attempt to mend the damage from the disturbance.

I will write again in a fortnight.
~ Novus Lux Geoffrey Linden, Chaplain of The Blaze

Journal entries for session 41:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 41
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 41
Salin’ess-Khahaan – How many Half Giants does it take to contain a soul
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Thirteen
Krellem – Krellem Chapter 13
Cara – none

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Amidst Summer's Nightmare
Session 40

The room was dark, the air crisp and bitterly cold against her skin. She couldn’t move at all other than to breath, which was excruciating. There was a sort of ripping sensation, it felt like she was being skinned alive.

She supposed that wasn’t just a “feeling”.

The one with the onyx skin and flaming eyes hovered over her, staring at her. Her form was only briefly illuminated by the faintest candlelight as it danced across the ceiling. Summer met her gaze and knew fear, the woman radiated malice and despair. In her eyes Summer thought she could see something else too.

Trepidation.

The others were there as well, they were like the one hovering over her but weren’t as powerful. Summer could feel their inherent wrongness as well, the sensation sliding across her skin like some sort of serpent. There were eight of them, including the one above her. None touched her, keeping their distance and murmuring in their odd language while drawing sigils backwards in the air.

Summer felt a sudden pang of loneliness. She had been one of them but was now an outcast? It… it wasn’t fair. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the sigils had flared in size, their brightness suddenly eclipsing the dim candlelight. Her thoughts were interrupted by a searing agony as the black flames covered her body. Then, the sweet release of the nothing beyond.

Journal entries for session 40:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 40
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 40
Salin’ess-Khahaan – Visiting the Necropolis
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Twelve
Krellem – Krellem Chapter 12
Cara – Cara – journal

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Oestrus
Session 39

Madame Mothwing sits on her velvet throne, pondering the encounter from earlier.

Hmm…

That human was smarter than he initially looked. Here I was offering him nearly any service he could have dreamed of and a fair exchange for the ruby was all he wanted. I feel almost offended.

Almost.

Sure, it’s not like I’d have done the deed myself. I have others for that. Still though, am I losing my touch? Was the incense not working its magic? Was my outfit not revealing enough?

Huh, look at that. The incense wasn’t even lit. Well, that may explain his… disinterest. He’ll be back in a few days so I"ll get another chance. If the poor boy plays his cards right he could too.

Now, where did little Ginna go? She was supposed to be keeping things running smoothly, things like the incense. It may be time for her to suffer a fall from a high place, I’ve heard rumors of how unforgiving the cobblestones are.

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Journal entries for session 39:
Luon – Luon’s Journal – Session 39
Sorathin – The Journal of Sorathin (The Green Knight) Session 39
Salin’ess-Khahaan – none
Thoragen – Thoragen Entry Eleven
Krellem – none
Cara – none

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