Where to start that alas is the question is it not? Well finally poor Caspian has been intimidated by witnessing and Elf of the non Drow variety I might add on the side of Shar. Talk about depressing so depressing as a matter of fact that I the brilliant Asp had to pull myself from within our conscious and actually take over. In my humble opinion not a moment too soon actually for while everyone eventually survived the journey into the Tomb it became apparent that the minions of Shar were prepared to pull out all the stops to stop Donavan and the Associates from acquiring the fabled Amulet of Light.
Perhaps Caspian has spoken of me in the past and I will not in these entries be actually revealing a lot more about certain aspects of mission or my nature. Suffice to say it will be my task to relate and record the events as they transpire in order for there to be shall we say a record in the future. For as I always say for those who do not study and learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. With that being said I shall progress in a manner somewhat different then what has in the past been shown so let us begin.
We had located and freed the comely young Human female priest of Mystra who quickly related to us a tale of her torture and torment as well as information she felt we needed. Her tale included information related to the leader of the Shar band that we had been encountering within the tomb. She informed us that she had heard them say that they were in the process of unlocking the final ward which would give them access to the Mummy tomb guardian. It seemed they had just left and left behind the group that had been just dispatched to deal with us while they proceeded ahead to the northeast area of the tomb to unlock the last of the three wards.
It should for the sake of clarity also be stated that during that time gold and items of magic were also found in the amount of 384 gold pieces and a suit of magical chainmail. Now of course those items were not identified at the time but they were added to the ever increasing amount of gold that was being acquired by the Associates.
So instead of escorting her out of the tomb she instead accompanied us as we had moved the area she had described. It was there that while many Caspian not included felt feelings of dread and refused to even enter a room that a few preceded ahead. Donavan the Reformed, D’jet the Bright, Alrond the Eager and Linda the Determined had moved forward into the room. Inside they had approached a rune covered skull and as they approached they had been blasted by infernal cold. They survived but it was then that they were attacked by a mysterious undead intent upon their death and they called for aid.
Eventually everyone either made their way into the room or into position to affect the Undead from range. Also as I would have predicted Caspian was seen as the weakest link and singled out and attacked. I was a grievous attack that once again brought Caspian to the brink between life and death and it was a time that I realized that things needed to change but I was powerless to assert myself. In the end only due to the perseverance of the Associates do I even live at this moment. Granted why I even chose to stay within this environment to begin with is of course a very good question but even while Caspian’s very life force had been drained leaving him weaker than ever he had pushed on.
It was during this time while the rune cold trap was disabled by Invelous the Survivor and the journey to the now opened crypt of the Mummy guardian that Caspian had believed that his death might very well be imminent. He had asked Donavan to please take his magical haversack and Spellbook back to Waterdeep if he survived as well as taken Invelous, Naiem the Greedy and Bolora the Bold into his confidence leaving similar requests. Sadly it was of course only Bolora who had seemed to believe in the end that the Associates would be victorious and for that I will always give her credit as well as owed her a debt.
At the conclusion of that shall we say event another 300 gold and a magical robe were added to the pile of loot that was being acquired within the tomb. I have to admit not exactly profitable in the long run and from what we had acquired we would be lucky to even acquire enougth gold to replenish the magical Wands we had been expending a phenomenal rate. For at the rate we were progressing and remembering the fact that this was only the first tomb the odds were beginning to stack against the Associates.
Finally the Associates had arrived at the Crypt of the Mummy and it seemed just in time for the Shar Lead Priest had just released the Mummy whom he had called Kuno-Teph and was in to process of attempting to bind it to his will by the power of Shar. He was not alone for with him were two Human Archers as well as believe it or not an Elven Ranger in service or hire to Shar. Perhaps it was almost dying at the hands of another Elf that weakened Caspian’s hold or the fact that the Mummy was laying waste to all who opposed him I will not say but finally I was free.
I had of course attempted to use my Wand of Magic Missiles but it was useless against the Mummy. I had even offered the Elf the chance to withdraw which he eventually took but of course not without out almost killing Naiem and a few of the Associates. He had made a tempting offer to join him and looking back he might have only been in a similar situation to which I had found myself in the past when Donavan the Dark and Arrol the Possessed led the Associates which was why I had not attacked him. Can I honestly say that Mister Thorn would have done any different had he been in the Elf’s place I think not actually. So while even then I knew that he planned to circle back it given the chance I also realized if he did not hinder us when we attempted to leave the tomb then I would in the future be willing to show him quarter if we met in the future.
It had been close and at times Bolora, D’jet, Bolorax the Defender, and even Alrond had fallen Invelous and Naiem had come to the rescue and with Donavan and Linda had in the end kept them alive and the Associates as Bolora had stated prevailed. The price for our victory although had been a high one indeed for they had contracted a vile and deadly disease called Mummy Rot which literally which according to D’jet would soon begin to sap them of their very life. So while I knew we would leave magic and gold behind since Invelous had already recovered the first piece of the rune of which we needed three more in order to open the final tomb I was not worried. For I knew unless he was stopped Naiem the Greedy would leave nothing behind if he was able.
So it had come to pass that eventually both Bolora and her brother Bolorax collapsed as we made our way out of the tomb with Invelous running head in order to inform the priests at the camp town that we would be in need of aid. I had learned quite a great deal in a short time one that Bolora I realized was someone who I would always watch after even if she was a Dwarf. Another valuable piece of the puzzle that was revealed concerned Invelous. For regardless of his greed Invelous truly saw the Associates as family and for that I would show him respect and honor for he had proven himself on many occasions forsaking his desire for gold in order aid members of the Associates who needed aid. Finally I learned that while Caspian had decided to speak of our sister Caspia as a lure in the hopes that if he failed and his life was lost then perhaps Caspia might be able to lead Naiem who by right should be called Naiem the Undead Slayer to the embrace of the Seldarine which might very well save his very soul.
There was even a conversation later with Alrond where he had asked about the Undercommon tongue that I had used to converse with Bolora, Invelous and Naiem where he had informed me that he had been upset. I cannot really blame him he was only Human and I informed him that I has spoken to them concerning matters of a personal nature of which I felt the others would have no concern. Bolora had backed me up for it seemed that he had felt that perhaps I might have been speaking of something that might have been something worthy of his ears. Don’t get me wrong I respect Paladin’s for what it is worth and I believe having him with the Associates is indeed an asset but I had no doubt that in the future he might prove to be also a hindrance.
The big picture everyone had survived and items of magic acquired and identified while everyone was cured of any new diseases they may have acquired and the first piece of the rune stone deciphered to a lesser extent. I would soon claim magical bracers, one of the amulets which provided magical armor as well as a Robe that enhanced life and protected against fire. I would also grow in magical power by two degrees so in the end the journey into the tomb was not a total loss. On the down side after dividing all of the gold among the Associates I was left with the equivalent of 293 gold of which 4900 was copper. Not even enough for either I or for that matter Donavan to construct a Wand of Curing or myself a new Wand of Magic Missiles.
Of course upon returning to the tomb we had found the chests that we had left behind and the bodies of those left behind looted of what we could assume was magic. We were left with only a few items magical and mundane to share among the rest of the Associates. In the end two heavy maces (+1), three potions of acid resistance, a longbow (+1 magical/+2 strength) , chainmail armor (+1), Dwarven War Axe (+1 Magical/Keen/Spell blade (melfs acid arrow)) and three scrolls ((Detect secret door, protection from evil, shield),( Prayer, Owl's wisdom),(Prayer, Owl's wisdom)) had been left to divide which had proven to be magical. Leaving only a suit of masterwork Halfplate, four flasks of Alchemical fire, a tapestry, ceremonial robes and a silver medallion.
I had learned only four new spells and while I was prepared to learn more it would depend on how much time the Associates were willing to take in preparation for the next tomb. It had been noted that the final resting place of the rune piece had lead to another area that we did not explore but I had a feeling that Donavan would wish to push on. It was sad actually that we were not better funded otherwise even if we had to money for which even Naiem was willing to aid financially the creation of new Wands was beyond us as the Camp/Town lacked the materials in order to make our desire a reality. Many of the Associates had even chosen to donate their copper pieces with the exception of Naiem and I now while Naiem’s reasons were based solely upon greed mine were based instead on necessity for without gold I could not add new spells to my Spellbook or fund research into magic of my own creation.
Also of note Xavier is finally able to talk since to be honest it is no secret that with the exception of I not a single member of the Associates are the talkative type. In truth I doubt many of the Associates would even listen to me unless I made an effort to insure that each conversation with each of them somehow tempted their own desires. Ironically that is something that is within my repertoire for it is time to learn a little more about the Associates and see what motivates them to adventure and risk their very lives on a daily basis. I know my reasons and those for now I shall keep to myself but we shall have to see if the path of the Associates is one that will aid me in fulfilling my Destiny or one that will only lead to their Ruin.
Caspian Thorn
The Real Deal Durothil
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Kythorn,21,----)6/21/--- (Part 2)
Well to be honest making an oath to change and seeing it through is not always the same thing and while I did my best to aid my companions within the Associates I had to wonder if loving those who not doubt would ever love me back was a concern of mine. The loss of the chaotic Krolis due to the fatigue and stress of the mission and the addition of D’jet a Aasimar from a distant land and Bolorak or Rak as Bolora likes to call him had actually changed the dynamic of the Associates and the mystery that seems to surround the Amulet of Light continues to grow.
Events started to taken a different direction after I had awoken and reached my revelation regarding my new calling as it were. I had looked down to a barely breathing Alemore and handed my Wand of Curing to Donavan so that he might bring him conscious. As he rose the others spoke of parting ways with the two weakened Paladins who we had recently rescued and so it came to pass that we escorted them to the surface.
On the way Krolis told us that he had had enough and that he would not be rejoining us in the Tomb. He was kind enough before he left with Neil and Jarvis the Torm and Tyr Paladins to return to the camp to use what remaining healing he possessed to aid in restoring those of who remained to full health. It was at that time that we also came upon a Dwarf dressed in a Breast Plate wielding a Dwarven Waraxe and a Heavy Crossbow with the black-gloved hand holding a coin with a two-faced head symbol of Hoar the Human Deity upon his chest. He was obviously the twin Brother of Bolora and told us that he had been tracking down his sister as they were bonded twins.
Bolora seemed glad to see her twin and he was quickly seamlessly worked into our formation and while I was still somewhat subdued after the recent changes in my outlook Bolorak was soon to become a very important part of our formation as he proved to be adept at a very impressive style of combat that actually aided all those close to him. I will admit I missed the chaotic Krolis just a little but in truth his presence seemed to put Alemore at ease. He had even been willing to in a few formations alter his normal position in the front of our lines. His presence also cause me to consider holding back a little on the use of my Wand of Magic Missiles as I hoped with more warriors on the line I might be able to conserve. Since serious we had not even been in the first tomb of four and my primary offensive Wand was already diminished by two fifths. At the rate I had been using it I would be lucky to see it burn out before I gained the skill to craft another one.
So began another assault upon the dungeon of doom as I had come to call it. Now I could go on about the mapping errors made by Donavan and my corrections or I could elaborate on our countless battles with the Undead and minions of the obscure Cult that seems loyal to Shar. I could even talk about my own tactical errors or the holy powers displayed by D’jet. Then again I could even speak of the load voices used by Arrol and D’jet combined which I am sure helped attribute to a few additional conflicts but I will not dwell upon those things. Perhaps the fact that we had during this time added to our treasure haul an unidentified potion, a set of magical bracers attuned to conjuration and 900 gold is worth mentioning. Then again the existence of Tyrantfog Zombies which I knew from study were the remains of previous evil priests killed by the power of evil deities that was in fact personally confirmed was quite the impressive development. Or for that matter we had even located the sealed tomb of the reputed Guardian who we would have to come back for later but that would be yet another development for the Associates to deal with in the near future as our current priority had been the Priestess of Mystra.
Now the most impressive development by far that overshadowed literally everything I had seen so far that reminded me of Elven High Magic was the existence of a room of restoration. It was a room we had found when all of our spirits had been low. Even now stoic Donovan who was determined to not leave a Priestess of Mystra behind might have been close to wavering. I will even admit as much as I would have hated to leave a woman behind knowing what fate might await her as well as Donavan at the hands of a Cult dedicated to Shar I was beginning to have my doubts. It was then as if my divine luck that we came upon a room that Donavan and I were able to confirm was a magical pool that which the correct procedures followed could fully heal and restore a living being.
The others were a bit perplexed but not Donavan whose faith is Mystra drove him forward first to use the aspect of the pool that would fully cure him be if from disease, poison or even life energy lost to Undead. I had of course followed as my faith in Corellon Larethian a more ancient deity and my Patron also a deity of Magic led me to do so. I do not doubt that the magic of this world is the providence of Mystra but I also know she is contested but she is also the same deity that has given her life more than once for the magic of the world so I respect her shall we say. Donavan and I had been deciphering two rune covered pillars near a pool that lay between them from which we had drank and while he had been able to decipher the curing pillar he had failed to comprehend the restorative pillar so I had go first. The experience was miraculous and being someone addicted to pleasure I can assure anyone that I know for a fact that it was. I was as if I had fully rested and I even felt that I would be able to restore the depleted spells I had already cast during the day.
As a side note it should be mentioned for the record that it seemed the Amulet of Light was becoming quite the popular relic. For it seemed that not only was Alemore the Paladin of Lathander a human deity of light interested in the Amulet but so it seemed was the new arrival D’jet Fra a priest of another obscure Human Deity named Horus-Re was also interested. It was something that I decided to leave to the Priests and Holy Men. For while personally I had not interest in the Amulet of Light the fact that it was perhaps buried over an ancient Elven battleground was of slight concern. My mind had I will admit drifted to a darker place one filled memories of the descent of the Lolth and the fall of the Drow as well as the seduction of the Sun Elves but I knew that the time for such thoughts needed to be put aside and the mission at hand dealt with.
There had been a little debate regarding if everyone would drink from the pool but in the end everyone had and the pool that had once glowed with positive white light had diminished as if needed to itself be restored. We had decided against a few to attempt to rest before explored a nearby secret door that had been uncovered by Invelous and while resting may not have been the most wise idea it did bring those who had been holding the Priestess of Mystra out of hiding and after a fierce battle against two archers, two spell casting Wights, two warriors and a Priest of Shar we had prevailed all and before us stood a room similar to the one’s we had found the Paladins Neil and Jarvis ready to be explored. As we began to move forward I realized two things one that we had found the Priestess and two who knew what evil await us within the chamber. Either way this time the Associates would be going in together and if I had anything to say about it we were going to stick together and exit this tome as Associates and that meant together. As I prepared myself I said a quick prayer in the ancient elven tongue Seldruin to my patron “Thank you, Corellon, for guidance this day, may our arrows fly swift, may our blades strike true, may our spells smite our foes and shield us from harm, as the Seldarine will so I Caspian Thorn of House Durothil pray.” I was ready as I looked to the Associates they were ready as well and if this be my last entry than as my people the Quessir say may your life be filled with sweet water and light laughter forever.
Events started to taken a different direction after I had awoken and reached my revelation regarding my new calling as it were. I had looked down to a barely breathing Alemore and handed my Wand of Curing to Donavan so that he might bring him conscious. As he rose the others spoke of parting ways with the two weakened Paladins who we had recently rescued and so it came to pass that we escorted them to the surface.
On the way Krolis told us that he had had enough and that he would not be rejoining us in the Tomb. He was kind enough before he left with Neil and Jarvis the Torm and Tyr Paladins to return to the camp to use what remaining healing he possessed to aid in restoring those of who remained to full health. It was at that time that we also came upon a Dwarf dressed in a Breast Plate wielding a Dwarven Waraxe and a Heavy Crossbow with the black-gloved hand holding a coin with a two-faced head symbol of Hoar the Human Deity upon his chest. He was obviously the twin Brother of Bolora and told us that he had been tracking down his sister as they were bonded twins.
Bolora seemed glad to see her twin and he was quickly seamlessly worked into our formation and while I was still somewhat subdued after the recent changes in my outlook Bolorak was soon to become a very important part of our formation as he proved to be adept at a very impressive style of combat that actually aided all those close to him. I will admit I missed the chaotic Krolis just a little but in truth his presence seemed to put Alemore at ease. He had even been willing to in a few formations alter his normal position in the front of our lines. His presence also cause me to consider holding back a little on the use of my Wand of Magic Missiles as I hoped with more warriors on the line I might be able to conserve. Since serious we had not even been in the first tomb of four and my primary offensive Wand was already diminished by two fifths. At the rate I had been using it I would be lucky to see it burn out before I gained the skill to craft another one.
So began another assault upon the dungeon of doom as I had come to call it. Now I could go on about the mapping errors made by Donavan and my corrections or I could elaborate on our countless battles with the Undead and minions of the obscure Cult that seems loyal to Shar. I could even talk about my own tactical errors or the holy powers displayed by D’jet. Then again I could even speak of the load voices used by Arrol and D’jet combined which I am sure helped attribute to a few additional conflicts but I will not dwell upon those things. Perhaps the fact that we had during this time added to our treasure haul an unidentified potion, a set of magical bracers attuned to conjuration and 900 gold is worth mentioning. Then again the existence of Tyrantfog Zombies which I knew from study were the remains of previous evil priests killed by the power of evil deities that was in fact personally confirmed was quite the impressive development. Or for that matter we had even located the sealed tomb of the reputed Guardian who we would have to come back for later but that would be yet another development for the Associates to deal with in the near future as our current priority had been the Priestess of Mystra.
Now the most impressive development by far that overshadowed literally everything I had seen so far that reminded me of Elven High Magic was the existence of a room of restoration. It was a room we had found when all of our spirits had been low. Even now stoic Donovan who was determined to not leave a Priestess of Mystra behind might have been close to wavering. I will even admit as much as I would have hated to leave a woman behind knowing what fate might await her as well as Donavan at the hands of a Cult dedicated to Shar I was beginning to have my doubts. It was then as if my divine luck that we came upon a room that Donavan and I were able to confirm was a magical pool that which the correct procedures followed could fully heal and restore a living being.
The others were a bit perplexed but not Donavan whose faith is Mystra drove him forward first to use the aspect of the pool that would fully cure him be if from disease, poison or even life energy lost to Undead. I had of course followed as my faith in Corellon Larethian a more ancient deity and my Patron also a deity of Magic led me to do so. I do not doubt that the magic of this world is the providence of Mystra but I also know she is contested but she is also the same deity that has given her life more than once for the magic of the world so I respect her shall we say. Donavan and I had been deciphering two rune covered pillars near a pool that lay between them from which we had drank and while he had been able to decipher the curing pillar he had failed to comprehend the restorative pillar so I had go first. The experience was miraculous and being someone addicted to pleasure I can assure anyone that I know for a fact that it was. I was as if I had fully rested and I even felt that I would be able to restore the depleted spells I had already cast during the day.
As a side note it should be mentioned for the record that it seemed the Amulet of Light was becoming quite the popular relic. For it seemed that not only was Alemore the Paladin of Lathander a human deity of light interested in the Amulet but so it seemed was the new arrival D’jet Fra a priest of another obscure Human Deity named Horus-Re was also interested. It was something that I decided to leave to the Priests and Holy Men. For while personally I had not interest in the Amulet of Light the fact that it was perhaps buried over an ancient Elven battleground was of slight concern. My mind had I will admit drifted to a darker place one filled memories of the descent of the Lolth and the fall of the Drow as well as the seduction of the Sun Elves but I knew that the time for such thoughts needed to be put aside and the mission at hand dealt with.
There had been a little debate regarding if everyone would drink from the pool but in the end everyone had and the pool that had once glowed with positive white light had diminished as if needed to itself be restored. We had decided against a few to attempt to rest before explored a nearby secret door that had been uncovered by Invelous and while resting may not have been the most wise idea it did bring those who had been holding the Priestess of Mystra out of hiding and after a fierce battle against two archers, two spell casting Wights, two warriors and a Priest of Shar we had prevailed all and before us stood a room similar to the one’s we had found the Paladins Neil and Jarvis ready to be explored. As we began to move forward I realized two things one that we had found the Priestess and two who knew what evil await us within the chamber. Either way this time the Associates would be going in together and if I had anything to say about it we were going to stick together and exit this tome as Associates and that meant together. As I prepared myself I said a quick prayer in the ancient elven tongue Seldruin to my patron “Thank you, Corellon, for guidance this day, may our arrows fly swift, may our blades strike true, may our spells smite our foes and shield us from harm, as the Seldarine will so I Caspian Thorn of House Durothil pray.” I was ready as I looked to the Associates they were ready as well and if this be my last entry than as my people the Quessir say may your life be filled with sweet water and light laughter forever.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Kythorn,21,----)6/21/---
My name is Caspian Durothil and Akhelbhen which means in elven ‘He whom Magic, Duty, and Honor Defines’ has become my new catch phrase and Ai Armiel Telere Maenen Hir ‘You Hold My Heart Forever’ which for now refers to my dear Sister Caspia who has never given up on me as well as in a courtly fashion to Hollyella Taletreader of whom I am not yet worthy. For while I am Akh'Faern ‘One of the Army of Art’ or a Wizard who has now pledged himself or Talas ‘Body / Soul / Self’ to Corellon Larethian I have a lot of work to catch up on in regards to my behavior as of late. I may never live up to the standards laid out by Paladin Brother Vashar in action, thought and deed after almost losing my life and hearing for the last time lies spew from my own mouth I was for the first time ashamed. I vowed right then and there to banish forever from my mind that which I had used for so long as a defense mechanism for my own immorality and embrace the code of the Seldarine.
I of course get ahead of myself for while I had survived the first incursion into the first Tomb of Undeath it was due to no actions of my own that I survived. Sadly it was due to near death and Valorous acts of a Human Paladin of Lathandar from Silverymoon named Alemore Lafor Telemose and my fellow Associates that I live to even continue this Journal. I owe them as well as two rescued Paladins one named Neil of Torm and the other Jarvis of Tyr a debt I may never be able to repay for between their actions and foolish ones I had taken my sanity was restored. I wish that I could say that it had been voices of the likes of which my Sister Caspia has heard but in my case it was almost seeing Arvandor and realizing that I was not living up to the honor of my House and far worse that my actions had lead not only myself but my Nys or Sister in the common tongue whom I loved astray as well. I realized that it was time to step up and stop acting like a Juvenile Ardavanshee and step and be the Akh'Faern I had been trained to be.
This part of my tale began with my mind set in the way I had perceived that my Tan or Brother who I adored would have approved. But if I have learned anything in what was to soon befall me it was that thinking that you are and knowing that you are can be quite different propositions. To continue we had entered what I shall call the first Tomb of the Shar Cult of Undeath for now to find a mystical puzzle upon a Giant’s skull. We were of course in a formation that I had designed but Donavan had walked forward to examine the mystical puzzle and instead of telling what he had found the activated which opened two doors one to our right and one to our left and we were suddenly engaged by the vile Undead.
We prevailed as we were prepared and trained enough in our individual and group skill to follow the tactics I had laid out for the most part which basically required that we focus our fire on as few enemies as possible whenever possible. I of course was not shy in the use of either my Wand of Magic Missiles or my magic in the form of bolt of fire. It had actually been necessary for while I noticed that Krolis seemed to enjoy breaking formation so did Invelous and Naiem but they I knew had the skill and ability to use their mobility to their advantage. To be honest Invelous who I had deemed the Survivor was quicker and more nimble than many Elves I had seen. With the aid of the Clerics and the Wand of Curing I had procured everyone was healed and we moved on.
With our first engagement a successful one which placed us one step ahead of our predecessors into the tomb we began to explore in earnest. To the right we found a trap that Invelous was unable to circumvent involving a swinging pendulum that carried with it a pronouncement of death to any who chose to cross. We were left with the option of traveling the left which Invelous confirmed that although similar to the passage on the left was far safer. It was then that we heard a voice calling out loudly from behind us claiming to be a Paladin of Lathander who had been sent by someone called Sedrick whom none of knew. It had caused Donavan to move to the rear of our formation to converse with him and Invelous to move back from the door he had confirmed was not trapped and unlocked. Our newest Associate who said he had been part of the former adventuring group to enter the tomb was named Alemore Lafor Telemose. After a few moment of discussion where he and Donavan both detected evil upon each other they both seemed to be come to an accord and Alemore of Lathander officially joined us and of course filled him in on our formations which I was glad to see as a Paladin he was used to order of the formations.
It seemed that while we were talking Krolis had grown impatient which I should have expected and the door in front of us opened and we encountered yet more Undead and this time as well as ones that could paralyze with a touch who to be honest I could not tell were Ghasts or Ghouls there was I am pretty sure a Ghast who hurled bolts of acid and balls of fire to confound and harm us. Now if that were not enough we were engaged at the same time from the rear by even more Undead of the Ghoul or Ghast variety. Finally last but not least there were also two Human Male Wizard or Sorcerers who joined in on the side of the Undead who also favored bolts of acid and balls of fire. It should not go unnoted that in the battle both Alemore and Bolora showed skill and bravery against our enemies that were truly worthy of song. At one point Alemore had called upon the power of Lathander even while encased in flame and destroyed a vile Undead. Less than a second later Bolora not to be outdone had suddenly become enraged and managed to defeat both wielders and yet another Undead all in the span of an instant. I am sure due to their valor and determination yet again we were victorious and we were able to heal and restore ourselves in order to continue. The battle had not gone without cost however for at a moment when Krolis was out of formation he had been overwhelmed by Undead and were it not for the sacrifice of his familiar he might not have survived luckily Invelous and Naiem had been prepared and had not abandoned their posts and he survived. I of course had wondered as members of our band had lost levels against what must have been a Wight if we should turn back but it was soon to find out we were not alone.
Now what did I mean by not alone well what I mean was that while I had searched the Undead and the Human bodies I found two items of interest or actually three but only two that had immediate baring it would seem. On two of the Undead I had found a medallion of silver which I recognized as a partially melted symbol of Mystra and on another I had found gold signet ring emblazed with the symbol of Torm. I had also confirmed a Shar connection of some kind as the undead wielder of magic had in its possession a bone symbol of Shar. Upon the two male Human wielders I had found only components and what amounted to 32 pieces of gold. I had figured them to be part of a cult and I advised that we leave restore ourselves and return refreshed lest we overextend ourselves. Donavan seem ready to agree when suddenly Arrol had called out that we could not turn back that we must push on for lives were in danger.
Now how had that happened actually well after a little comparing of the force within him to that of Lord Z and a more than subtle rebuke by Arrol we were able to confirm with Alemore that not all of his companions had survived the retreat from the tomb and not only that but he recognized the ring and the medallion as belonging to his former companions. With that being established it seemed that Donavan was on board with Arrol and we decided to push on in the hope that we might be able to save the lives of the two Paladins one each of Torm and Tyr that Alemore knew had been left behind as well perhaps a Priestess of Mystra. At the time I was concerned for my own welfare and that of my companions but in truth I should have been more concerned about saving those who stood with the light from facing torture at the hands of the darkness.
We had continued out journey within the tomb and sadly the powers of whatever spell was guiding Arrol was of no help in guiding us directly but eventually we arrived at another intersection that branched off to the right and the left with some kind of altar directly ahead and more vines that seemed to frequent the tomb. It was decided to move to the left first but to keep an eye on the right as before we had been attacked from behind once we had moved to far in one direction but before Invelous could barely relate to us that the door was safe and unlocked it was opened and bursts of sound blasted out at us confounding some and wounding all.
In the room we could see what amounted to a torture chamber filled with cells and inside the room were two Ghasts, a Human Male Archer and a Human Male Priest of Shar. It was a fierce battle made even more fierce by the door other room across the hall opening and yet another beautiful Priestess of Shar along with an Undead wielder and a Human Rogue. I will admit there were tough moments but there was also someone who stood up and bravely carried on his duties like a true Warrior-Cleric and that was Donavan the Brave who against literally every foe at one time or another trying to destroy him had not only saved the life of Alemore but aided at one point or another several others as well all the while holding off the attacks coming from the Shar Clerics and as I have said literally every enemy that could take a shot at him. Of course with Donavan moving like a spirit possessed by the power of Mystra herself of course we prevailed. By the Seldarine we even managed with the aid of Krolis managed to take the Archer captive.
I had taken to the task of searching and gathering the bodies of those defeated into a central location while Invelous, Donavan, Krolis and Arrol had free the two lost Paladins of Tyr and Torm. I had passed the Wand of Curing to Krolis while I had been searching three chests and the bodies of those slain including a beautiful former priestess of Shar. Around whose beautiful neck I found a necklace that was imbued with minor alteration magic and truthfully her beauty was such that I almost cried as I had thought what Shar must have taken from such a beautiful woman to have turned her. Among the others I located two black magical maces and finally gold coins which brought our nonmagical haul from this first tome at 399 gold of which 32 we had already found. We had also located three keys on in each chest for while there had been a Paladin in each room in the one we had first entered there was something else that just lay their as if in wait. I had once again spoke of withdrawing as the last battle had literally depleted almost all of my magic and much of the Clerics healing ability leaving us with the quickly depleting Wand of Curing which had been further diminished by Krolis in healing the Paladins. I had been slighted but not quite angered but I had tried to tell myself I was concerning myself about the Associates welfare when in truth I had only been thinking of myself much to my shame.
I had been overridden for once again Arrol who seemed possessed informed us we must push on for the Priestess of Mystra was still somewhere within this tomb. Once again I had thought really why could the spell that seemed to be guiding him not make it just a little bit easier. I mean some of us had not even been involved in the darkness that had overshadowed them. Then again who was I kidding I had been complacent and perhaps borderline sinister in my effort to save my own skin and still profit from the whole encounter. Sadly I of all people should have known better and looking back it only I had been willing to do something about it I might have even been able to have saved many of the lives that had been lost for while greed was not my weakness mine was pleasure and the pleasure of acquiring more magic in all of its forms had almost cost me dearly.
I had been willing at the time although reluctant to continue on but alas a coalition had suddenly formed between the Paladins including Alemore, Krolis, Arrol and Naiem to destroy a vile evil creature that was still locked up in one of the cells for which we had a key. I will admit to my sorry and salvation that I did not convince Donavan and Invelous who chose to stand apart with me to face this evil as a unit for it had truly been laying in wait to be released and when it was it could not wait to cry havoc and set loose the dogs of war. I have to admit while I have often heard tales of evil I had never seen a more vile and Anilessa or nefarious creature as the Wight that they unleashed from that cage. I am not ashamed to admit as it had called out “Dinner” and I heard screams and howls from where Donavan, Invelous and I had stood apart I will swear while it was not a vision at the time it seemed like a foregone conclusion that that creature was coming for me and I was scared.
It was a shameful moment but one that was key to finally freeing me of a burden I have borne for decades. For while Donavan ran forward to aid the Associates as Invelous and I stayed behind suddenly the Wight had suddenly made its way out of the room and move behind Donavan and proceeding to attack him. I had looked at the Survivor Invelous and told myself that as I had been taught discretion was sometimes the better part of valor. I had thought had I not just told Donavan before he had rushed forward that a Paladins duty was to protect others and sometimes die so that others may live. Honestly if I had spoken those words around my Tan Vashar I would been lucky had he only slapped some sense into me. As it was Invelous and I ran for the entrance leaving our companions to face the evil that they had unleashed.
Why had I believed that I could out run the darkness instead of facing it matters not but my hubris knew no bounds and I had even taken the time to cast magic to decrease my size and transform into an Avariel or winged elf in my belief that I would be able to out maneuver the creature. I was of course wrong and my miscalculation almost cost me my life. When the creature had caught me I was desperate and part of me the darkness that lives in my soul tried to make a deal with the creature. Looking back at it there had been times even recently in the company of Donavan when he was not the Brave but the Destroyer and Arrol the former minion of Lord Z when if it would have saved my own life I would have casually taken the lives of any one of the Associates. In the past such actions had been considered but I had never been actually faced with or made to make such a choice.
Such was not the case when facing what could only be described as Wight Monk of incredible skill who caught me with ease and grappled me. I had made him an offer to serve him if he let me live to even aid him in defeating my companions. I will never forget his next words His breath foul and his voice filled dry yet firm he said “You will serve me alright as my minion forever!” It was in the moment that something inside me broke or shall I say was finally freed for suddenly my entire life flashed before my eyes and I saw all of my actions for what they had really been and what I had allowed myself to become and I screamed a cry of anguish and pain but mostly of failure. I fought with all that I had left and I know not how they did it but somehow the Associates came to my rescue and I awoke to Donavan standing above me holding the Wand of Curing and Alemore laying nearby being seen to by Krolis barely alive while the Anilessa Undead Wight finally laid to rest and destroyed.
I was healed and Alemore would be next and I knew what Arrol would say that we still needed to push on. It was also obvious that while we still needed to recover Invelous ever the Survivor and while Alemore had given his shield to Jarvis and we had loaned one of the magical maces to Neil and the other to Invelous fully equipped or Arrol had said we must continue. I had told Donavan that my higher level spells had been depleted and all of our wielders both magical and holy needed to rest to restore ourselves. He had seemed to consider my words but then I was made to eat my own words for Arrol had countered and told us that we could not turn back now for the Priestess of Mystra was still within this tome and without aid she would surly die.
It is often said that there is never any rest for the righteous and the words of Arrol had been what I had needed to hear to snap me out of my sudden melancholy for while when asked why I had ran I had lied and spoke of a vision I knew the truth I had ran to save my own skin. The time I knew had come to step up and while I might have my own issues with trust I would consider them all Athkaraye or friends of the Elves and act accordingly and while in the past and even recently I had not followed the code of the Seldarine and while I had always observed the ways of all the Seldarine I bid my former patron Erevan Ilesere the Trickster while asking his forgiveness and pledged myself to the patron of House Durothil and that of the Sun and Star Elves The Protector and Creator of the Elves Corellon Larethian. I of course had spoken the words aloud in Seldruin ancient tongue of my people while mentally I said goodbye to the path of the Rogue and prepared myself for the eventual way of the Warrior and eventually the path that my O’Su or Father had always hoped for my Nys Caspia and I, that of an Eldritch Knight. We had been inside this tome less than two hours and we had prevailed and more importantly we had all survived I would call that a victory and a good first step on the path to Valor and Glory I am sure my Tan Vashar would agree and somehow I just knew that my Nys Caspia had already gotten the message.
I of course get ahead of myself for while I had survived the first incursion into the first Tomb of Undeath it was due to no actions of my own that I survived. Sadly it was due to near death and Valorous acts of a Human Paladin of Lathandar from Silverymoon named Alemore Lafor Telemose and my fellow Associates that I live to even continue this Journal. I owe them as well as two rescued Paladins one named Neil of Torm and the other Jarvis of Tyr a debt I may never be able to repay for between their actions and foolish ones I had taken my sanity was restored. I wish that I could say that it had been voices of the likes of which my Sister Caspia has heard but in my case it was almost seeing Arvandor and realizing that I was not living up to the honor of my House and far worse that my actions had lead not only myself but my Nys or Sister in the common tongue whom I loved astray as well. I realized that it was time to step up and stop acting like a Juvenile Ardavanshee and step and be the Akh'Faern I had been trained to be.
This part of my tale began with my mind set in the way I had perceived that my Tan or Brother who I adored would have approved. But if I have learned anything in what was to soon befall me it was that thinking that you are and knowing that you are can be quite different propositions. To continue we had entered what I shall call the first Tomb of the Shar Cult of Undeath for now to find a mystical puzzle upon a Giant’s skull. We were of course in a formation that I had designed but Donavan had walked forward to examine the mystical puzzle and instead of telling what he had found the activated which opened two doors one to our right and one to our left and we were suddenly engaged by the vile Undead.
We prevailed as we were prepared and trained enough in our individual and group skill to follow the tactics I had laid out for the most part which basically required that we focus our fire on as few enemies as possible whenever possible. I of course was not shy in the use of either my Wand of Magic Missiles or my magic in the form of bolt of fire. It had actually been necessary for while I noticed that Krolis seemed to enjoy breaking formation so did Invelous and Naiem but they I knew had the skill and ability to use their mobility to their advantage. To be honest Invelous who I had deemed the Survivor was quicker and more nimble than many Elves I had seen. With the aid of the Clerics and the Wand of Curing I had procured everyone was healed and we moved on.
With our first engagement a successful one which placed us one step ahead of our predecessors into the tomb we began to explore in earnest. To the right we found a trap that Invelous was unable to circumvent involving a swinging pendulum that carried with it a pronouncement of death to any who chose to cross. We were left with the option of traveling the left which Invelous confirmed that although similar to the passage on the left was far safer. It was then that we heard a voice calling out loudly from behind us claiming to be a Paladin of Lathander who had been sent by someone called Sedrick whom none of knew. It had caused Donavan to move to the rear of our formation to converse with him and Invelous to move back from the door he had confirmed was not trapped and unlocked. Our newest Associate who said he had been part of the former adventuring group to enter the tomb was named Alemore Lafor Telemose. After a few moment of discussion where he and Donavan both detected evil upon each other they both seemed to be come to an accord and Alemore of Lathander officially joined us and of course filled him in on our formations which I was glad to see as a Paladin he was used to order of the formations.
It seemed that while we were talking Krolis had grown impatient which I should have expected and the door in front of us opened and we encountered yet more Undead and this time as well as ones that could paralyze with a touch who to be honest I could not tell were Ghasts or Ghouls there was I am pretty sure a Ghast who hurled bolts of acid and balls of fire to confound and harm us. Now if that were not enough we were engaged at the same time from the rear by even more Undead of the Ghoul or Ghast variety. Finally last but not least there were also two Human Male Wizard or Sorcerers who joined in on the side of the Undead who also favored bolts of acid and balls of fire. It should not go unnoted that in the battle both Alemore and Bolora showed skill and bravery against our enemies that were truly worthy of song. At one point Alemore had called upon the power of Lathander even while encased in flame and destroyed a vile Undead. Less than a second later Bolora not to be outdone had suddenly become enraged and managed to defeat both wielders and yet another Undead all in the span of an instant. I am sure due to their valor and determination yet again we were victorious and we were able to heal and restore ourselves in order to continue. The battle had not gone without cost however for at a moment when Krolis was out of formation he had been overwhelmed by Undead and were it not for the sacrifice of his familiar he might not have survived luckily Invelous and Naiem had been prepared and had not abandoned their posts and he survived. I of course had wondered as members of our band had lost levels against what must have been a Wight if we should turn back but it was soon to find out we were not alone.
Now what did I mean by not alone well what I mean was that while I had searched the Undead and the Human bodies I found two items of interest or actually three but only two that had immediate baring it would seem. On two of the Undead I had found a medallion of silver which I recognized as a partially melted symbol of Mystra and on another I had found gold signet ring emblazed with the symbol of Torm. I had also confirmed a Shar connection of some kind as the undead wielder of magic had in its possession a bone symbol of Shar. Upon the two male Human wielders I had found only components and what amounted to 32 pieces of gold. I had figured them to be part of a cult and I advised that we leave restore ourselves and return refreshed lest we overextend ourselves. Donavan seem ready to agree when suddenly Arrol had called out that we could not turn back that we must push on for lives were in danger.
Now how had that happened actually well after a little comparing of the force within him to that of Lord Z and a more than subtle rebuke by Arrol we were able to confirm with Alemore that not all of his companions had survived the retreat from the tomb and not only that but he recognized the ring and the medallion as belonging to his former companions. With that being established it seemed that Donavan was on board with Arrol and we decided to push on in the hope that we might be able to save the lives of the two Paladins one each of Torm and Tyr that Alemore knew had been left behind as well perhaps a Priestess of Mystra. At the time I was concerned for my own welfare and that of my companions but in truth I should have been more concerned about saving those who stood with the light from facing torture at the hands of the darkness.
We had continued out journey within the tomb and sadly the powers of whatever spell was guiding Arrol was of no help in guiding us directly but eventually we arrived at another intersection that branched off to the right and the left with some kind of altar directly ahead and more vines that seemed to frequent the tomb. It was decided to move to the left first but to keep an eye on the right as before we had been attacked from behind once we had moved to far in one direction but before Invelous could barely relate to us that the door was safe and unlocked it was opened and bursts of sound blasted out at us confounding some and wounding all.
In the room we could see what amounted to a torture chamber filled with cells and inside the room were two Ghasts, a Human Male Archer and a Human Male Priest of Shar. It was a fierce battle made even more fierce by the door other room across the hall opening and yet another beautiful Priestess of Shar along with an Undead wielder and a Human Rogue. I will admit there were tough moments but there was also someone who stood up and bravely carried on his duties like a true Warrior-Cleric and that was Donavan the Brave who against literally every foe at one time or another trying to destroy him had not only saved the life of Alemore but aided at one point or another several others as well all the while holding off the attacks coming from the Shar Clerics and as I have said literally every enemy that could take a shot at him. Of course with Donavan moving like a spirit possessed by the power of Mystra herself of course we prevailed. By the Seldarine we even managed with the aid of Krolis managed to take the Archer captive.
I had taken to the task of searching and gathering the bodies of those defeated into a central location while Invelous, Donavan, Krolis and Arrol had free the two lost Paladins of Tyr and Torm. I had passed the Wand of Curing to Krolis while I had been searching three chests and the bodies of those slain including a beautiful former priestess of Shar. Around whose beautiful neck I found a necklace that was imbued with minor alteration magic and truthfully her beauty was such that I almost cried as I had thought what Shar must have taken from such a beautiful woman to have turned her. Among the others I located two black magical maces and finally gold coins which brought our nonmagical haul from this first tome at 399 gold of which 32 we had already found. We had also located three keys on in each chest for while there had been a Paladin in each room in the one we had first entered there was something else that just lay their as if in wait. I had once again spoke of withdrawing as the last battle had literally depleted almost all of my magic and much of the Clerics healing ability leaving us with the quickly depleting Wand of Curing which had been further diminished by Krolis in healing the Paladins. I had been slighted but not quite angered but I had tried to tell myself I was concerning myself about the Associates welfare when in truth I had only been thinking of myself much to my shame.
I had been overridden for once again Arrol who seemed possessed informed us we must push on for the Priestess of Mystra was still somewhere within this tomb. Once again I had thought really why could the spell that seemed to be guiding him not make it just a little bit easier. I mean some of us had not even been involved in the darkness that had overshadowed them. Then again who was I kidding I had been complacent and perhaps borderline sinister in my effort to save my own skin and still profit from the whole encounter. Sadly I of all people should have known better and looking back it only I had been willing to do something about it I might have even been able to have saved many of the lives that had been lost for while greed was not my weakness mine was pleasure and the pleasure of acquiring more magic in all of its forms had almost cost me dearly.
I had been willing at the time although reluctant to continue on but alas a coalition had suddenly formed between the Paladins including Alemore, Krolis, Arrol and Naiem to destroy a vile evil creature that was still locked up in one of the cells for which we had a key. I will admit to my sorry and salvation that I did not convince Donavan and Invelous who chose to stand apart with me to face this evil as a unit for it had truly been laying in wait to be released and when it was it could not wait to cry havoc and set loose the dogs of war. I have to admit while I have often heard tales of evil I had never seen a more vile and Anilessa or nefarious creature as the Wight that they unleashed from that cage. I am not ashamed to admit as it had called out “Dinner” and I heard screams and howls from where Donavan, Invelous and I had stood apart I will swear while it was not a vision at the time it seemed like a foregone conclusion that that creature was coming for me and I was scared.
It was a shameful moment but one that was key to finally freeing me of a burden I have borne for decades. For while Donavan ran forward to aid the Associates as Invelous and I stayed behind suddenly the Wight had suddenly made its way out of the room and move behind Donavan and proceeding to attack him. I had looked at the Survivor Invelous and told myself that as I had been taught discretion was sometimes the better part of valor. I had thought had I not just told Donavan before he had rushed forward that a Paladins duty was to protect others and sometimes die so that others may live. Honestly if I had spoken those words around my Tan Vashar I would been lucky had he only slapped some sense into me. As it was Invelous and I ran for the entrance leaving our companions to face the evil that they had unleashed.
Why had I believed that I could out run the darkness instead of facing it matters not but my hubris knew no bounds and I had even taken the time to cast magic to decrease my size and transform into an Avariel or winged elf in my belief that I would be able to out maneuver the creature. I was of course wrong and my miscalculation almost cost me my life. When the creature had caught me I was desperate and part of me the darkness that lives in my soul tried to make a deal with the creature. Looking back at it there had been times even recently in the company of Donavan when he was not the Brave but the Destroyer and Arrol the former minion of Lord Z when if it would have saved my own life I would have casually taken the lives of any one of the Associates. In the past such actions had been considered but I had never been actually faced with or made to make such a choice.
Such was not the case when facing what could only be described as Wight Monk of incredible skill who caught me with ease and grappled me. I had made him an offer to serve him if he let me live to even aid him in defeating my companions. I will never forget his next words His breath foul and his voice filled dry yet firm he said “You will serve me alright as my minion forever!” It was in the moment that something inside me broke or shall I say was finally freed for suddenly my entire life flashed before my eyes and I saw all of my actions for what they had really been and what I had allowed myself to become and I screamed a cry of anguish and pain but mostly of failure. I fought with all that I had left and I know not how they did it but somehow the Associates came to my rescue and I awoke to Donavan standing above me holding the Wand of Curing and Alemore laying nearby being seen to by Krolis barely alive while the Anilessa Undead Wight finally laid to rest and destroyed.
I was healed and Alemore would be next and I knew what Arrol would say that we still needed to push on. It was also obvious that while we still needed to recover Invelous ever the Survivor and while Alemore had given his shield to Jarvis and we had loaned one of the magical maces to Neil and the other to Invelous fully equipped or Arrol had said we must continue. I had told Donavan that my higher level spells had been depleted and all of our wielders both magical and holy needed to rest to restore ourselves. He had seemed to consider my words but then I was made to eat my own words for Arrol had countered and told us that we could not turn back now for the Priestess of Mystra was still within this tome and without aid she would surly die.
It is often said that there is never any rest for the righteous and the words of Arrol had been what I had needed to hear to snap me out of my sudden melancholy for while when asked why I had ran I had lied and spoke of a vision I knew the truth I had ran to save my own skin. The time I knew had come to step up and while I might have my own issues with trust I would consider them all Athkaraye or friends of the Elves and act accordingly and while in the past and even recently I had not followed the code of the Seldarine and while I had always observed the ways of all the Seldarine I bid my former patron Erevan Ilesere the Trickster while asking his forgiveness and pledged myself to the patron of House Durothil and that of the Sun and Star Elves The Protector and Creator of the Elves Corellon Larethian. I of course had spoken the words aloud in Seldruin ancient tongue of my people while mentally I said goodbye to the path of the Rogue and prepared myself for the eventual way of the Warrior and eventually the path that my O’Su or Father had always hoped for my Nys Caspia and I, that of an Eldritch Knight. We had been inside this tome less than two hours and we had prevailed and more importantly we had all survived I would call that a victory and a good first step on the path to Valor and Glory I am sure my Tan Vashar would agree and somehow I just knew that my Nys Caspia had already gotten the message.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Kythorn,20,----)6/20/---
I will admit it did not compare to the marvels of which the Elves are capable it was a work to be admired. For it seemed that a literal village had sprung up around what amounted to a massive dig site. For the record it was at least a mile wide and clearly more than a mile long. It appeared we had arrived at the dig site of the tombs which were had been told contained the Amulet of Light. Before we entered I said a silent prayer to all Seldarine for we were entering the High Moor former sight of the once great Elven Empire of Miyeritar former home of Dark and Wood Elves before the descent of the Drow became a reality. I will speak no more of the events that transpired that reduced a once great Empire into the ruin that it remains today but suffice to say I was not filled with pride.
As we had approached we were met by riders form the village and Donavan told them that we came seeking an audience with Mavel. We seemed to be expected and they soon escorted us in to center of the village. There was an Inn and standards of Mystra, Tyr, and Torm in abundance and could tell they were here with a purpose. Perhaps not the same one that we were dealing with but with the site being the former resting grounds of an ancient battle of which I was not speaking almost anything was possible. We were brought before Mavel who seemed to be a priest of Mystra and he was attended by a Paladin of Torm and a Paladin of Tyr and for the record I was pleased to be in the company of those who stood for the light. It reminded me of my older brother Vashar Durothil the Paladin of Corellon Larethian who was a Shanduriak or Major in the Elven Army who had literally taught me everything I knew about the code. Part of me was sad for I wondered with all that had happened to Caspian if a Paladin or for that matter my brother Vashar were to look at us would we appear pure and good.
I thankfully did not have time to dwell on such things for after Donavan had introduced us Mavel began to tell a tale of the four tombs and four keys or scarabs needed to unlock a final tomb. His tale included vile undead which included Mummies, Ghouls, and Wights. He spoke of powerful guardians which resided within each tomb perhaps loyal to the New Bane or now Cyric other evil Human deities as if Shar was not enough. Of course he had continued speaking of a possible Cult of unknown origin and perhaps even connections with the Underdark which might very well eventually involve the Drow. He had concluded with letting us know that they were staying at the site to be able to act as a backup which would be prepared to aid us with curses and diseases of which the Undead he had spoken of were known.
Mavel continued on speaking of the first tome of four that might be the easiest to begin our task after being prodded by Donavan. He had then let us know of another adventuring group that had entered the tomb recently which had barely escaped with their lives who had not been able to get past a door which had been coded in a obscure mystical language. Not only that but the runes had it seemed been carved upon the skulls of Giants. It would also seem that this adventuring group had been no match for the swarm of Undead that had literally overran them.
I have to admit as I looked back at my companions they did not look as eager as they once had before Mavel had started his little pep talk. I knew it was time to step up before everyone perhaps acquired the idea that perhaps it was time to step out. It was the type of thing for which I had been trained but that Caspian rarely cared enough to even mention. He preferred to live for the moment which sadly I knew could also it not watched carefully also lead to ruin.
So began a rousing session of pep talks regarding how we needed to approach the coming mission. I eventually after speaking with Donavan alone and letting him know that we would commit to this mission. I then invited the others and stated to them that I was a military veteran and I had been trained in the ways of war and I was prepared to work with everyone of the Associates to bring our group into a cohesive unit that would be able to endure the campaign ahead in order to eventually retrieve the Amulet of Light.
Of course I had spoken about the generations it might take to complete the campaign if necessary and advised the group to prepare any letters of intent as well as meeting at the Inn in the evening for a toast and a fine dinner which I knew could very well be our last. Don’t get me wrong I was not preparing to die just facing the facts and coming from a race who knew how to wage war over centuries I knew we needed to be prepared which meant that we could hold nothing back from each other if we planned to prevail.
This lead to me revealing the items of magic I had in my possession which we would be using to our missions benefit and me finding out the strengths and weaknesses of the Associates that I knew would be of value in setting up or formations. That’s right formations for every conceivable type of terrain a dungeon might offer as well as plans for situations involving being surrounded or cut off from each other. I reviewed the languages known by each member of our group as well devised names for our various formations. Everyone had someone they were to keep watch for and anyone who did not possess a healing potion was issued one from my own inventory in order to be in position to save someone if they fell and either of our two Clerics were unavailable or it they themselves were the ones that had fallen. We spend the entire day drilling and comparing notes on spells that might be necessary or that might aid us the best on what had now become our quest.
Our only setback I soon found dealt with the lack of magical weapons on the possession of my Associates. I agreed to memorize to spell to aid two of my companions who lacked magical weapons as Naiem and Arrol at times would be in the front ranks or in the back serving as front line combatants. We of course with the aid of my magic and the Paladins on site that neither of the swords in Naiem’s possession were magical and that one of the Longbows was actually evil which a friendly Priest of Mystra destroyed for us. Naiem was upset and still seemed sadly obsessed with the loss of what he called his Tyr sword. It was at that time I realized that it was time to start our preparations and training in earnest.
After the long day I realize that as I knew many of the Associates were chaotic we could still find a way for it to work. For I truly understood chaos and while I will admit I have paid the price I understand that sometime even chaos can be organized if one follows a code of honor, conduct or possess loyalty to ones faith or House. I am fortunate to possess all four although I will admit it is often difficult for Caspian to completely trust anyone which is something that I hope will one day change. So the day ended at the Inn where everyone could relax, sing, dance and be merry in order to remember why we sought the Amulet of Light by enjoying life.
That night was a restful one and I knew that we had an impressive task laid out for us but we were not alone we had the support of others and we merely needed to somehow gain trust in each other in order to not give the darkness a chance to find any weakness that it might try to use to break us. I was excited and eager and remembered the words of Bolora yet again as I entered my trance “Neither Beauty nor Vanity has bearing in the eye of the enemy.” I knew that she would be the rock upon which the foundation of our quest would stand. For I also realized if my other Associates realized it or not we were going to War against the darkness on the side of the Light.
As we had approached we were met by riders form the village and Donavan told them that we came seeking an audience with Mavel. We seemed to be expected and they soon escorted us in to center of the village. There was an Inn and standards of Mystra, Tyr, and Torm in abundance and could tell they were here with a purpose. Perhaps not the same one that we were dealing with but with the site being the former resting grounds of an ancient battle of which I was not speaking almost anything was possible. We were brought before Mavel who seemed to be a priest of Mystra and he was attended by a Paladin of Torm and a Paladin of Tyr and for the record I was pleased to be in the company of those who stood for the light. It reminded me of my older brother Vashar Durothil the Paladin of Corellon Larethian who was a Shanduriak or Major in the Elven Army who had literally taught me everything I knew about the code. Part of me was sad for I wondered with all that had happened to Caspian if a Paladin or for that matter my brother Vashar were to look at us would we appear pure and good.
I thankfully did not have time to dwell on such things for after Donavan had introduced us Mavel began to tell a tale of the four tombs and four keys or scarabs needed to unlock a final tomb. His tale included vile undead which included Mummies, Ghouls, and Wights. He spoke of powerful guardians which resided within each tomb perhaps loyal to the New Bane or now Cyric other evil Human deities as if Shar was not enough. Of course he had continued speaking of a possible Cult of unknown origin and perhaps even connections with the Underdark which might very well eventually involve the Drow. He had concluded with letting us know that they were staying at the site to be able to act as a backup which would be prepared to aid us with curses and diseases of which the Undead he had spoken of were known.
Mavel continued on speaking of the first tome of four that might be the easiest to begin our task after being prodded by Donavan. He had then let us know of another adventuring group that had entered the tomb recently which had barely escaped with their lives who had not been able to get past a door which had been coded in a obscure mystical language. Not only that but the runes had it seemed been carved upon the skulls of Giants. It would also seem that this adventuring group had been no match for the swarm of Undead that had literally overran them.
I have to admit as I looked back at my companions they did not look as eager as they once had before Mavel had started his little pep talk. I knew it was time to step up before everyone perhaps acquired the idea that perhaps it was time to step out. It was the type of thing for which I had been trained but that Caspian rarely cared enough to even mention. He preferred to live for the moment which sadly I knew could also it not watched carefully also lead to ruin.
So began a rousing session of pep talks regarding how we needed to approach the coming mission. I eventually after speaking with Donavan alone and letting him know that we would commit to this mission. I then invited the others and stated to them that I was a military veteran and I had been trained in the ways of war and I was prepared to work with everyone of the Associates to bring our group into a cohesive unit that would be able to endure the campaign ahead in order to eventually retrieve the Amulet of Light.
Of course I had spoken about the generations it might take to complete the campaign if necessary and advised the group to prepare any letters of intent as well as meeting at the Inn in the evening for a toast and a fine dinner which I knew could very well be our last. Don’t get me wrong I was not preparing to die just facing the facts and coming from a race who knew how to wage war over centuries I knew we needed to be prepared which meant that we could hold nothing back from each other if we planned to prevail.
This lead to me revealing the items of magic I had in my possession which we would be using to our missions benefit and me finding out the strengths and weaknesses of the Associates that I knew would be of value in setting up or formations. That’s right formations for every conceivable type of terrain a dungeon might offer as well as plans for situations involving being surrounded or cut off from each other. I reviewed the languages known by each member of our group as well devised names for our various formations. Everyone had someone they were to keep watch for and anyone who did not possess a healing potion was issued one from my own inventory in order to be in position to save someone if they fell and either of our two Clerics were unavailable or it they themselves were the ones that had fallen. We spend the entire day drilling and comparing notes on spells that might be necessary or that might aid us the best on what had now become our quest.
Our only setback I soon found dealt with the lack of magical weapons on the possession of my Associates. I agreed to memorize to spell to aid two of my companions who lacked magical weapons as Naiem and Arrol at times would be in the front ranks or in the back serving as front line combatants. We of course with the aid of my magic and the Paladins on site that neither of the swords in Naiem’s possession were magical and that one of the Longbows was actually evil which a friendly Priest of Mystra destroyed for us. Naiem was upset and still seemed sadly obsessed with the loss of what he called his Tyr sword. It was at that time I realized that it was time to start our preparations and training in earnest.
After the long day I realize that as I knew many of the Associates were chaotic we could still find a way for it to work. For I truly understood chaos and while I will admit I have paid the price I understand that sometime even chaos can be organized if one follows a code of honor, conduct or possess loyalty to ones faith or House. I am fortunate to possess all four although I will admit it is often difficult for Caspian to completely trust anyone which is something that I hope will one day change. So the day ended at the Inn where everyone could relax, sing, dance and be merry in order to remember why we sought the Amulet of Light by enjoying life.
That night was a restful one and I knew that we had an impressive task laid out for us but we were not alone we had the support of others and we merely needed to somehow gain trust in each other in order to not give the darkness a chance to find any weakness that it might try to use to break us. I was excited and eager and remembered the words of Bolora yet again as I entered my trance “Neither Beauty nor Vanity has bearing in the eye of the enemy.” I knew that she would be the rock upon which the foundation of our quest would stand. For I also realized if my other Associates realized it or not we were going to War against the darkness on the side of the Light.
Kythorn,19,----)6/19/---
According to Naiem we were only one day out from our destination within the Moors as I could verify by the map I had copied during our journey. To be honest the map had been so well made I doubt we would have been able to have not made the same time even with the aid of Naiem. I will admit I am always excited by the tasks that are set before me and this one a quest to seek an Amulet of Light would be no exception.
I had to admit there was much we still did not know but I felt confident that we would find out and I was willing to allow Donavan and Arrol to step up and aid us but I had also prepared to aid them as well for in common terms I would have been called a former Lieutenant but my time in the armed forces of the Elves had come to an end years in the past. I had only been a mere warrior before I had left Evermeet when I had been first trained in the sword and bow the weapons of our people. I knew even than that my path might head to the path of war but my spirit was unsettled. Perhaps it was in my blood as it was within many of the blessed and select few born with a tinge of the light or the dark within them. I had learned at an early age of the many Sun Elves who had made unforgivable mistakes and even those who had helped to ensure the protection of Evermeet.
Sadly I had also learned that it was not perfect and Caspian found it difficult to walk the path of the light but would not instead embrace the darkness but what he could and would do was live by the code perhaps he placed more value that “Love conquers all” but at least Caspian truly loves and if there is a saving grace that truly created me than did not let the hope and the love for others did than it was that. Perhaps one day the splintering of our psyche will right itself now that we are free of Savaras and on our journey to find the truth and our own path of redemption will be able to lead us to Glory.
That night passes without further fanfare or great detail but I excited that my proud Associates were still eager and prepared to face anything that the darkness had to throw at us and seemed truly ready to accept “Death before dishonor” indeed it was a night to rest well and dream of Caspia and even Hollyella who I realized that I loved and wished to one day redeem her as well and make her my wife if the future played out as I hoped and prayed to Hanali Celanil that it might.
I had to admit there was much we still did not know but I felt confident that we would find out and I was willing to allow Donavan and Arrol to step up and aid us but I had also prepared to aid them as well for in common terms I would have been called a former Lieutenant but my time in the armed forces of the Elves had come to an end years in the past. I had only been a mere warrior before I had left Evermeet when I had been first trained in the sword and bow the weapons of our people. I knew even than that my path might head to the path of war but my spirit was unsettled. Perhaps it was in my blood as it was within many of the blessed and select few born with a tinge of the light or the dark within them. I had learned at an early age of the many Sun Elves who had made unforgivable mistakes and even those who had helped to ensure the protection of Evermeet.
Sadly I had also learned that it was not perfect and Caspian found it difficult to walk the path of the light but would not instead embrace the darkness but what he could and would do was live by the code perhaps he placed more value that “Love conquers all” but at least Caspian truly loves and if there is a saving grace that truly created me than did not let the hope and the love for others did than it was that. Perhaps one day the splintering of our psyche will right itself now that we are free of Savaras and on our journey to find the truth and our own path of redemption will be able to lead us to Glory.
That night passes without further fanfare or great detail but I excited that my proud Associates were still eager and prepared to face anything that the darkness had to throw at us and seemed truly ready to accept “Death before dishonor” indeed it was a night to rest well and dream of Caspia and even Hollyella who I realized that I loved and wished to one day redeem her as well and make her my wife if the future played out as I hoped and prayed to Hanali Celanil that it might.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Kythorn,18,----)6/18/---
I had quickly fallen into a routine of mapping and cooking but mostly keeping my eyes open for the possible infiltration by the enemy. Now that the enemy had revealed itself and everyone was not of the belief that it needed to resisted and opposed at every turn we stood on a path which could only lead to victory and therefore honor for all.
Did that mean I did not still worry for the soul of Naiem of course I did but at least in the wild he was literally one with his environment but there still remained one mystery that worried me. A few days ago the others had spoken of an animal loyal to Naiem that no one had seen in days that both Naiem and his doppelganger had spoken of but that has still yet to make an appearance. I had even confirmed with Xavier loyal companion and best friend about the location of the reputed eagle but there had still been no sign. So to say I was worried would be to put it mildly and I prayed to Labelas Enoreth the Philosopher of the Seldarine for knowledge and guidance on how to lead Naiem back to the light of the Seldarine.
For the others they had their own deities to protect them and even two priests with which to seek guidance I would endeavor to assist them and hope that they were willing to be true to the quest upon which we had embarked for if I knew one thing if the Harpers were involved it was serious business indeed and by the noble standards as emulated by the Gold Dragon head upon the crest of my family House Durothil and our colors of purest yellow and white I would do my best to stand as a light in the darkness as well as do my best to remind Caspian of all that we needed to stand for.
Did that mean I did not still worry for the soul of Naiem of course I did but at least in the wild he was literally one with his environment but there still remained one mystery that worried me. A few days ago the others had spoken of an animal loyal to Naiem that no one had seen in days that both Naiem and his doppelganger had spoken of but that has still yet to make an appearance. I had even confirmed with Xavier loyal companion and best friend about the location of the reputed eagle but there had still been no sign. So to say I was worried would be to put it mildly and I prayed to Labelas Enoreth the Philosopher of the Seldarine for knowledge and guidance on how to lead Naiem back to the light of the Seldarine.
For the others they had their own deities to protect them and even two priests with which to seek guidance I would endeavor to assist them and hope that they were willing to be true to the quest upon which we had embarked for if I knew one thing if the Harpers were involved it was serious business indeed and by the noble standards as emulated by the Gold Dragon head upon the crest of my family House Durothil and our colors of purest yellow and white I would do my best to stand as a light in the darkness as well as do my best to remind Caspian of all that we needed to stand for.
Kythorn,17,----)6/17/---
Our next day of travel was an interesting one but it started off far different that our last ones for on the morning I offered to prepare a delicacy for my Associates. I took it upon myself to gather each of their rations and along with my considerable culinary skill and magic turned the normal stale tasting rations into a wonderful delight for the palate. I know it was only a little thing but it was a start. After the night we had suffered through before what with the burial of the other Naiem I figured a better meal to start the day was the least that I could do.
We would travel the day and make camp while I began contemplating the strengths and weakness of the Associates and began to realize just how daunting the take that lay before us might very well become. Either way a great evil cloud had settled over the Associates and if the Harpers themselves had felt this group was worthy of a chance then who was I to argue. I knew that Donavan was a priest driven to redeem himself and make up for past transgressions. While Arrol who after succumbing completely to the Dark Side of Shar I could tell even before I noticed the holy symbol of Torm the True Deity of the Humans that had glowed on his chest was a man trying to find his way back to the light. I was a daily battle he waged and the night before had been willing to risk his own life. I could admire them both for could I really say that Caspian would have been able to long resist if the gift they had offered had been money for spells instead of power.
Well it is perhaps then fortunate that while Caspian had wished to buy items of magic for his personal use I had managed to persuade him to purchase items that might very well help insure the survival of all of the Associates. Of course that left me with the directionless Ranger Naiem who I could see was perhaps more lost than I for he lacked even the knowledge that I possessed to realize that the actions I had been taking were close to crossing a line. Bolora was a wild card but I hoped as I had seen the night before one whose intentions were good and while I knew she was a wild one I could fondly remember something she had said to Caspian one night while they drank. She had been very direct exactly the way I respect and revere. She had told him “Neither Beauty nor Vanity has bearing in the eye of the enemy.” Truer words I believe have never been spoken more clearly and I while I know not where or how the Associates ever gained her loyalty I am thankful that they and I have.
Krolis is perhaps to new to really gain any insight but if his inclinations to destroy that which he perceived as evil and the quickness with which he was prepared to do it. I knew he needed to be watched for while I am not bound by law I do follow a code one that even Caspian is thankfully bound by as well. It is really quite simple and is composed of four parts; Death before dishonor, Love conquers all, Beauty is life and of course Never forget a debt. For while I adhere to all four parts of the code Caspian holds strongly to the last three parts with I hope will enable us to keep the darkness that is always within us at bay. Now Krolis a follower and priest of Gond might very well prove to be as unpredictable as the wonders constructed by his followers.
Which left me with the skilled and deadly killer disguised as rogue user of poison and who I knew was like Caspian willing to accept money to maintain a point of view Invelous. Don’t get me wrong even the Elven Army has those skilled in a similar vein to Invelous trust me I served with a number of them. If I learned anything it was as Invelous had plainly stated before there had to be those willing to make the sacrifices for the greater good. There had to be those who lived on the fringe who while they might never be worthy of living with the righteous it was the job to prepared to and often even seek out those who would destroy their home. The darkness had tried a plan of deception and stealth but it was not match for the skills of Invelous the Survivor. My faith in him remained for he had risked his own life to once save Naiem when for a moment even my enemy Mister Thorn had been willing to place a dagger in his eye if he felt it would protect us. In truth I owe a debt to Invelous as well and I begin to understand just what the former native of Halruaa named Kal’Rath Alet’tar has seen in him.
I made dinner that evening and also informed the other to be aware that during second watch I would be an extra set of eyes prepared to give aid as well as show quarter as would be expected of one stood with the light. It was a start and a good beginning but I knew if the Associates were to ever become a unit we had a lot of work to do.
We would travel the day and make camp while I began contemplating the strengths and weakness of the Associates and began to realize just how daunting the take that lay before us might very well become. Either way a great evil cloud had settled over the Associates and if the Harpers themselves had felt this group was worthy of a chance then who was I to argue. I knew that Donavan was a priest driven to redeem himself and make up for past transgressions. While Arrol who after succumbing completely to the Dark Side of Shar I could tell even before I noticed the holy symbol of Torm the True Deity of the Humans that had glowed on his chest was a man trying to find his way back to the light. I was a daily battle he waged and the night before had been willing to risk his own life. I could admire them both for could I really say that Caspian would have been able to long resist if the gift they had offered had been money for spells instead of power.
Well it is perhaps then fortunate that while Caspian had wished to buy items of magic for his personal use I had managed to persuade him to purchase items that might very well help insure the survival of all of the Associates. Of course that left me with the directionless Ranger Naiem who I could see was perhaps more lost than I for he lacked even the knowledge that I possessed to realize that the actions I had been taking were close to crossing a line. Bolora was a wild card but I hoped as I had seen the night before one whose intentions were good and while I knew she was a wild one I could fondly remember something she had said to Caspian one night while they drank. She had been very direct exactly the way I respect and revere. She had told him “Neither Beauty nor Vanity has bearing in the eye of the enemy.” Truer words I believe have never been spoken more clearly and I while I know not where or how the Associates ever gained her loyalty I am thankful that they and I have.
Krolis is perhaps to new to really gain any insight but if his inclinations to destroy that which he perceived as evil and the quickness with which he was prepared to do it. I knew he needed to be watched for while I am not bound by law I do follow a code one that even Caspian is thankfully bound by as well. It is really quite simple and is composed of four parts; Death before dishonor, Love conquers all, Beauty is life and of course Never forget a debt. For while I adhere to all four parts of the code Caspian holds strongly to the last three parts with I hope will enable us to keep the darkness that is always within us at bay. Now Krolis a follower and priest of Gond might very well prove to be as unpredictable as the wonders constructed by his followers.
Which left me with the skilled and deadly killer disguised as rogue user of poison and who I knew was like Caspian willing to accept money to maintain a point of view Invelous. Don’t get me wrong even the Elven Army has those skilled in a similar vein to Invelous trust me I served with a number of them. If I learned anything it was as Invelous had plainly stated before there had to be those willing to make the sacrifices for the greater good. There had to be those who lived on the fringe who while they might never be worthy of living with the righteous it was the job to prepared to and often even seek out those who would destroy their home. The darkness had tried a plan of deception and stealth but it was not match for the skills of Invelous the Survivor. My faith in him remained for he had risked his own life to once save Naiem when for a moment even my enemy Mister Thorn had been willing to place a dagger in his eye if he felt it would protect us. In truth I owe a debt to Invelous as well and I begin to understand just what the former native of Halruaa named Kal’Rath Alet’tar has seen in him.
I made dinner that evening and also informed the other to be aware that during second watch I would be an extra set of eyes prepared to give aid as well as show quarter as would be expected of one stood with the light. It was a start and a good beginning but I knew if the Associates were to ever become a unit we had a lot of work to do.
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