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The story so far..........

Chapter 1 – Rescue at Rivenroar

Our story begins with four adventurers (Khem, Reggie, Tak, and Kloog) enjoying a drink at the Antler and Thistle, a tavern in the town of Brindol. It isn’t long before the quiet evening is interrupted by a goblin attack. Our heroes along with Alys a local dragonborn, repel the invading goblins and even an ogre who all seem intent on setting on the town to blaze.

In the aftermath of the attack, the group learns that the goblins made off with prisoners and stole many items related to the infamous Red Hand of Doom. A young member of the Brindol town council, Councilmember Eoffram Troyas, hires the group to rescue the prisoners and recover the items. The group interrogates a goblin and eventually learns Sinruth is the leader of the attacking goblins and his base is the abandoned estate of Rivenroar.

Once the party locates the ruins of the estate, they descend into catacombs below and encounter a small army of goblins, hobgoblins, and supporting creatures even a wyrmling. Along the way the party recovers a number of stolen items and locates many of the prisoners. They also encounter Skrag, a half-orc who the goblins are torturing, he joins the party for a short period of time but leaves once Sinruth is slain. On Sinruth’s body they discovered a note from the mysterious Emissary which talked of supplying the goblins with arms.

Among the prisoners they discover Sertanian who is Alys’ employer and curator of the Hall of Great Valor, from which many of the items were stolen. They also meet an old witch, a dwarf, and several women. Unfortunately they learn that one of the prisoners, a member of the guard, attempted to escape and was slain. In their final excursion into the catacombs, they find the last prisoner, a small child, and face a staggering number of undead. In the aftermath of the fight, they learn the child is the son of the slain prisoner. They decide to conceal the death from the child.

Our heroes exit the tomb and return to the camp where they had left the prisoners, only to find the prisoners gone. In their place they discover a note from Edgar Sommerfield, leader of the Claw of the Griffon. The note explains the Claw found these defenseless people and was going to escort them back to town, and collect the reward.

The adventurers return to Brindol and learn that the Council, against Councilmember Eoffram Troyas’s wishes paid the bulk of the reward to the Claw of the Griffon. Councilmember Eoffram Troyas does his best to calm the party’s (particularly Tak’s) rage over the outcome. He sends them to The Hall of Great Valor where his agent Sertanian collects the items they recovered and pays them the bulk of the reward from the personal coffers of Councilmember Eoffram Troyas.

Enraged by the injustice, the group sets off to the city of Overlook, where the Claw of the Griffon is said to be headed…..

Chapter 2 – Seige of Bordrin’s Watch

On the road to Overlook, the adventurers ran across several orcs assaulting a caravan of pilgrims. A lone dragonborn paladin was attempting to hold the orcs at bay. The party eagerly vented their rage onto the orcs and slaughtered them all. They learned the dragonborn was a paladin of Bahamut named Vyhev and the pilgrims were lead by a man named Friar Jacob (and that beer battered chicken was just what a dwarf needs). They escorted the pilgrims back to the city and Vyhev decided to tag along behind the group as they explored Overlook. Once inside the city, Kloog disappeared in the crowds and was never seen again.

They party searched the city for the Claw of the Griffon and learned that many adventuring groups had been called to Overlook as part of the “Grand Mustering”. A large force of unusually well armed and organized orcs was massing near Bordrin’s Watch, if they broke through the defenses, the way to Overlook and the rest of the Elsir Vale would be open to them. They decided to attend the “Grand Mustering” in an attempt to either locate the Claw of the Griffon, or to speak to the leadership of Overlook.

While waiting for the “Grand Mustering” to begin, Khem and Reggie met several members of a mercenary group of gnoll fighters called the Freeriders. Vyhev encountered a man named Jack Darkhollow who had come to fame by rescuing an entire town from zombies. They learned the Claw was already inside the Council chambers and that they would not have a chance to address the Council. Not satisfied with this turn of events, the party found the nearest member of the watch and demanded to address the Council.

To everyone’s surprise, the group was granted audience with a member of the council named Lurzan Cragsplitter. Apparently Lurzan Cragsplitter had some past dealings with Councilmember Eoffram Troyas and Sertanian. In addition and was no friend of the Claw of the Griffon or their ally in the council Durkik Forgeheart. He explained to the group that their accusations wouldn’t carry any weight as the Claw had several well placed friends in the Council. He proposed that the group seek out the Monastery of the Sundered Chain. The Monastery of the Sundered Chain was formed when several religious leaders felt Overlook had become too concerned with commerce and not more traditional dwarven ideals. Many times in the past the Monastery of the Sundered Chain had answered the city’s call when the need was great. In addition, Durkik Forgeheart had a long standing dislike of the Monastery of the Sundered Chain, preferring to use mercenary groups like the Claw of the Griffon instead. Satisfied that thier actions would help the city and hurt the Claw of the Griffon, they set off for the Monastery of the Sundered Chain.

In the Monastery of the Sundered Chain our heroes encountered an orc force that was much better armed than one would expect. All the orc weapons bore a maker’s mark similar to the mark they had seen on the goblin weapons in Rivenroar. The orcs had caught the dwarves unaware and had slaughtered them wholesale. Khem’s heart remained heavy as the party pressed deeper and deeper into the Monastery of the Sundered Chain and found nothing but more orcs and the corpses of dwarves. In the forges, deep below the Monastery proper, they discovered several orcs torturing a single dwarf, the sole survivor of the Monastery of the Sundered Chain. Our heroes fell upon the invaders and rescued the dwarf, a paladin named Kalad. Kalad recounted the tale of how the orcs stormed in through ancient tunnels, long thought blocked, and slaughtered the dwarves in their sleep. Kalad managed to avoid detection and smashed the forge’s keystone, causing a cave in that sealed the orcs on this side of the mountain. Concerned for his health and realizing no further aid would come from the Monastery of the Sundered Chain, Kalad and the heroes returned to Overlook to report to Lurzan Cragsplitter.

Tak had long felt Kord’s calling, and after the events of Monastery of the Sundered Chain excused himself to pursue a greater purpose. The remainder of the party returned to Overlook and reported to Lurzan Cragsplitter they learned that the Claw of the Griffon had been diverted from their original assignment to a place called Khaza’rula an ancient dwarven outpost/mining operation. Once Lurzan Cragsplitter learned of the orcs use of tunnels to bypass the mountains, he became very concern the orcs might try something similar at Khaza’rula. He asked the party, along with Kalad, to hurry to Khaza’rula and make sure all was well. Seeing their depleted numbers, Lurzan Cragsplitter arranged for a reliable elven scout named Keldo to join the group.

Then Khem, Vyhev, and Reggie set about collecting Kalad and Keldo from various locations in the city. Just as the companions were together once more, they were ambushed by local thieves. A quick investigation of thier assailants revealed they were members of the Lost Ones a local criminal organization. One of the members had a list that contained the names of several prominent mercenaries. In the end, Vyhev let one of their members, a doppleganger, go free, charging him with aiding one of Friar Jacob’s friends. The party finally left Overlook and traveled to Khaza’rula with great haste.

In the abandoned dwarven structure, the heroes quickly discovered a number of orcs. Moving deeper they entered a boiler room where a dark one was instructing several orcs in the disabling of a series of valves and pipes. The party quickly put an end to this activity. Among the dark one’s belongings they located a seemingly innocous brass key.

Beyond the boiler room, the group discovered a cave troll feasting on the remains of several members of the Claw of the Griffon. The heroes triumphed where the Claw had failed. The party took many items from the dead adventurer’s corpses, including a sending stone that they were unable to activate. To balance the exchange, Reggie left a special something behind on the bodies.

A short time later they encountered Edgar Sommerfield leading several orcs. They quickly cut down the foe they had persued for so long….only to discover he was a doppleganger. Had he been replaced before or after the Claw robbed them? Edgar’s quick demise made interrogation impossible.

Finally the party reached the central chamber. A large stone culumn rose from the center of the room. Iron pipes routed into the column and numerous side tunnels lead deeper into the mountains. Kalad spied a control panel at the top of the chamber and surmised it could be used to flood the chamber, sealing it from further orc advances. As the party ascended the platforms along the chamber’s outer edge they were confronted by wave after wave of orcs, including a mighty war chief named Tusk and his Shadar-kai mate. Keldo’s arrows cut down any orcs who attempted to reach the control panel as the party pushed to the top of the chamber. Eventually Kalad activated the control panel and flooded the chamber. Our heroes managed to evade the scalding waters, but Reggie did so only by being carried out over Vyhev’s shoulder.

With the tunnels under the mountains now closed to the orcs, the party rode on to Bordrin’s Watch and helped the other mercenaries put an end to the orc threat.

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After recovering from their adventure in the Shadowfell, the group met with Kalad. All was going well until Khem revealed the ingot of metal he recovered from Sarshan’s dark foundry. Kalad became visibly concerned when he saw the ore and quckly rushed off, instructing the PCs to seek Councilman Cragsplitter as soon as possible

The party returned to High Hall for the first time since they searched for Modra and the mysterious Lost Ones. When they met with Councilman Cragsplitter, they were greeted by Kalad and Bram Ironfell. All three of the dwarves examined the ore and came to the conclusion that it was from the Karak Lode.

Bram went on to explain that the Karak Lode was famous for the rare metal it produced. Metal that was very difficult to work but produced weapons and armor with astounding magical properties. Bram’s tale continued on and explained the location of the mine had been lost in time. He also revealed that Kalad’s recent raids against the Lost Ones’ warehouses in Overlook had uncovered a fragment of a map that maight lead to the Karak Lode.

The party had recovered a second piece of the same map in Sarshan’s dark foundry. When the two maps combined it revealed the location of the Karak Lode from the ancient dwarven trading post of Haz’Khzdur. Unfortunately portions of the map were still missing, and the precise location of Haz’Khzdur was lost to the ages. However it’s general location was known.

Cragsplitter entrusted the party with the mission of locating Haz’Khzdur and in turn the Karak Lode. The Councilman informed them the journey would take them across an unpleasant bit of terrain known as the Thornwastes. He did arrange for an old friend to meet the party.

Memorable Moments

It always comes down to the library….
Laurzon Cragsplitter furrows his brows, "Ore? Hmm. Perhaps you better 
    start at the beginning.... Last I heard from Kalad he had tracked 
    you to the Happy Beggar and found a pair of portals in the basement. 
    Portals that lead to warehouses full of illegal weapons, contraban, 
    and a mix of Shadar kai and dark one." 
Vyhev: Indeed good sir, one portal led to the Shadowfell itself!
Khem: Er, we continued to follow up on Modra and the blades
Arannis sits in the chair, looking comfortable. He seems to perk up his ears 
    at Cragsplitter's question.
Khem: It led us to the basement and the shadowfell... as V stated
Vyhev: There was a dastardly plan afoot, sir, one that would see this world ended!
Khem: uh and a dragon, don't forget the bloody dragon
Reginald: A mercenary camp of sorts
Arannis: (mumbles) I know I won't.
Khem: We met a nice lass and some bonecrushers
Laurzon Cragsplitter writes a few notes, "Continue" 
Khem: Which led us to Sarshan foundary where we located the ore, a mindflayer 
    and a plot
Vyhev: One that would see chaos set loose upon the whole of the cosmos! 
    Shady deals, Double-dealing, all sorts of foul plotting to undo our world
Laurzon Cragsplitter: And what do you know of this plot?
Khem: Modra disobeyed Sarsharan and made a deal to sell weapons to the Orc
Khem: But the head man has a more dastardly motive and didn't want anyone 
    stumbling upon it so he set Modra up
Vyhev: and that the one behind it, Sarshan, tried to buy our services as 
    mercenaries to his cause
Khem: Perhaps I could relate a more detailed report sir but you see their was 
    a library... (grows quiet)
Vyhev 's scales turn redder than normal...
Reginald: We told him we already had employment elsewhere.
Reginald drops a hint.
Vyhev (splutters): they were also doing unholy experiments on creatures!
Khem: Er and there is that ore that troubled Kalad and the um the portals 
    (raises an eyebrow)
Arannis: Sir, it's also important to note that he was using several portals 
    to accomplish this.
Laurzon Cragsplitter: I see....it seems you had quite an adventure.
Khem nods enthusiastically
Vyhev: some of which have been destroyed, or disabled...or only work with a key...
Arannis: It seemed he had reached his influence into several locations.
Arannis: The magical instability caused earthquakes and a volcanic eruption that 
    I can only assume wiped out his base camp.
Vyhev: mostly to disreputable sorts like Orcs and goblins...but who knows what 
    peoples may have succombed to his offers of wealth and power
Laurzon Cragsplitter: But as I understand it, you know little of this Sarshan's 
    plans or motives?
Arannis: Not much, sir, except that he was hiring and training mercenaries.
Arannis: His endgame, we didn't discover...
Vyhev: ...er...he was creating new...creatures and bent on the destruction of 
    the world!
Laurzon Cragsplitter: Definitely a troubling turn of events.
Laurzon Cragsplitter: So what is this ore that got Kalad so upset?
Arannis: He didn't identify it, just said it was rare and special.
Vyhev: I ... don't think he said, exactly...
Khem: Something he had not seen in many years

Following the fragment of the map, they headed south deep into the Thornwaste. The sharp brambles and the lack of any discernable path made travel difficult, but as promised the party soon located an old….friend, Jack Darkhollow. When they lost saw Jack he was another adventurer hired to help defend Overlook from the impending orc attack. Vyhev attempted to sweet talk him for more information. But now Jack was the “legendary” Sir Jack Darkhollow. He wasn’t clear on how he had become knighted or what great deeds made him legendary, but he did manage to lead the party through the Thornwastes to the town of DunesEnd.

DunesEnd was once the last trading outpost between Overlook and Haz’Khzdur. But with the decline of the dwarven empire, the town was little more than a trading post. A trading post that was under attack by gnolls. The gnolls were nowhere near equipped to deal with skilled adventurers.

After questioning the townsfolk, they soon discovered the gnolls were sent by someone known as “The Warden”. Apparently this “Warden” had sent the gnolls to collect ever increasing amounts of tribute from the villagers. They also encountered an old hermit.

Memorable Moments

They pull him aside at the airport too
Jack Darkhollow looks around surveying the dead gnolls. He places 
    his boot on the skull of one of the beasts, "Another stunning 
    victory for Sir Jack Darkhollow...and his loyal band of followers! 
    Blacksmith, see to the wounded when you finish with dinner" 
Khem (mumbles): I got your blacksmith right here, Rock farmer, blacksmith, 
    that is racial profiling that is. Oh yes and next they be asking 
    where my horned hat is
A one sided conversation
Vyhev looks somewhat distracted and ...shocked...at the odd antics 
    of the canaries that are landing on and around the man with 
    a fringe of snow white hair and matching beard dressed in 
    desert garb
Sir Jack Darkhollow flourishes his longsword to make his point.
Khem continues to dig ignoring the others
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Scout have you found the path yet?!
Vyhev turns in a circle as if she is watching someone walk....
Arannis goes over and helps Khem, keeping an ear toward the 
    conversation.
Arannis: What man, Vyhev?
Keldo salutes yes, first you need to jump in the well.. from there, swim 
    to the bottom
Vyhev points "That man there" 
Khem turns at Vyhev's voice,
Sir Jack Darkhollow looks to the skies, "Burdened with not one but two 
    elves who obviously were kicked while milking as a child" 
Arannis: (to Khem) Are we going to bury the fallen one over there?
Khem (mumbles): Dinner will be delayed...
Arannis looks at Vyhev, then where she is pointing.
Arannis: (to Khem) It would seem so.
Arannis looks at the bird-man.
Birdman whistles and chirps...the canaries tweet and dance about him.
Keldo: well.. lets go talk to this guy
Khem rises covered from fist to elbow in pigs blood, "Er, would that be the 
    warden then?" 
Arannis: (to Birdman) Hail, friend.
Keldo starts walking over there
Birdman smiles and nods.
Khem (dwarven): Oi you speak?
Birdman smiles and whistles...the birds chirp.
Arannis: Most odd.
Vyhev cocks her head to the side "you speak to the birds?" 
Birdman tosses a scrap of food which the birds gobble up.
Vyhev: Are you the one who has been keeping me up with the damn happy chirping?
Reginald: Greetings friend.
Khem (mutters): Bloody Deaf Elf and a mute warden and no cactus in sight for 
    these boots. What a day I be having? If uncle Barl could see me now, 
    how he would laugh...
A bird lands on Vyhev and coos
Arannis: Well, whoever he is, he has taken some interest in Vyhev.
Vyhev walks to the man, an odd look on her face "Do you have a purpose or message, 
    or are you an observer?" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow sniffs at the sand and wanders off a short distance.
Arannis: (to Jack) And just where do you think you are going?
Khem points at the nearest villagers spear and then the pig. He holds up two 
    fingers and clanks his belt pouch so the coins jingle...
Keldo: she.. let him go
Birdman smiles and holds out a finger....the bird lands on it and then flutters off.
Keldo: shhhh*
Arannis: (to Keldo) That man is misfortune personified. I'd rather have him where 
    I can see him.
Vyhev looks perplexed, and holds out a finger
A bird flutters onto Vyhev's finger and chirps.
Vyhev looks at the man, an eyebrow raised
Arannis raises an eyebrow, then whispers "Fascinating".
Sir Jack Darkhollow: I'm looking for thtrail...someone has to save these 
    people....and since I'm the hero that obviously falls on me!
Reginald: Don't worry no one expects so much of the porter.
Arannis: (to Jack) Don't wander far. You still have a flask to retrieve.
Birdman smiles and nods
Vyhev: ...ok now what
Arannis: Well, he sought you out, Vyhev, we just need to find out why...
Reginald: We can either rest here for the night and set out at first light or 
    move out now.
Vyhev flexes her finger slightly, to let the bird know it can take off 
    if it likes
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Ah ha! I have found them! Tarry not my loyal followers
    ....and you my fair lady! There is villany that needs besting!
Reginald: I suppose we should see why this person is following us as well.
Arannis: (to Birdman) Can we be of some help to you, sir?
Khem pulls out two gold coins. He points at the villagers spear again and 
    then at the pig and makes a giving motion with the coins.
Birdman whistles and a bird hots over to Arannis's boot. It promptly poops.
Arannis narrows his eyes at the poop on his boot.
Arannis goes over and wipes it off on the bush.
Vyhev purses her lips but mainly only produces spittle, as it is nearly 
    impossible to whistle around fangs
Vyhev smiles a little sheepishly, nods, and turns back to the others...
Reginald snickers

The trail of the Warden’s gnoll enforcers lead through the Thornwastes. Keldo had little trouble following the trail. The tracks ended near a rather enomous pit. A wooden staircase descended into the pit, so it was pretty obvious the gnolls and the Warden were using as a base of operations.

The group planned a sneak attack but despite his elven birth, Keldo was unable to move through the woods without alerting the gnolls. Soon the battle was joined and the party began to overwhelm the gnolls. Reginald took the opportunity to shove one of the gnolls into the pit and was disappointed when the fall did not kill him.

His disappointment grew as howls and barks from below signalled reinforcements.

Memorable Moments

Elves are sneaky!
As Keldo moves forward he steps on a branch and it breaks 
    with a loud CRACK! The gnolls all look towards the sound.
Arannis winces at the sound.
Gnoll Huntmaster barks and yips loudly as he points to the woods 
    in the general direction of Vyhev and Keldo.
Arannis looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins to himself.
Gnoll Huntmaster knocks an arrow and sends it Keldo-ward.
Gnoll Huntmaster strikes home!
Arannis looks at Jack, a look of wariness in his eyes.
Jack Darkhollow stumbles through the woods nearly falling and 
    tripping over every branch. At one point you think he is 
    about to step on a skunks tail. Yet he passes without 
    making a single sound.
Gnoll Demonic Scourge barks and yips and points to Arannis's 
    rough location!
Arannis looks at Reg, the tips of his ears bright red.
Khem curses
Khem: That hunter sent, If the elfs would bathe occasionally however

With the barks from below drawing them deeper into the hole, the party found themselves fighting several gnolls on a wooden staircase. Arannis and Reggie performed a daring dive off one of the platforms to engage some troublesome archers who were at the bottom of the hole. Vyhev, Khem and Jack moved to block the stairs while Keldo engaged another set of archers.

Combat took a sudden turn for the worse when a Fang of Yeenoghu slammed into Vyhev and knocked her off a platform. She barely survived the fall but thanks to Reggie’s quick healing was soon back on her feet engaging the huntsmen.

Khem and Jack managed to fend off the advancing gnolls and Keldo traded arrows with a pair of huntsmen.

After fighting their way down the staircase the party crept deep into the cave, seeking the Warden’s lair. Reggie crept forward and was the first to discover the Warden, was in fact a black dragon. Several of his gnoll servants were nearby. Vyhev distracted the beast with some negotiations while the rest of the party mopped up the gnolls. Eventually the beast grew wise to the party’s tactics and launched into a ferocious attack.

The previous battles with the gnolls had taken their toll on the party but in the end, Vyhev slew the beast and Arannis went swimming in sludge to get treasure

Memorable Moments

So do we fill out a resume or what?
Vyhev: Great master dragon, allow me to rid you of these 
    filthy gnolls!
Arannis's knuckles go white on his sword hilt.
Khem: Er, nothing foolish now ears!
Arannis looks as if he's struggling to regain control of himself.
Warden pauses and sniffs at Vyhev, "But the gnolls bring me such 
    tastey morsels....what would you offer in their place?" 
Gnoll Thug 13 charges at Vyhev barking, "We are not so easily replaced! " 
Vyhev: less smell, for a start, and my clan has long been searching for a 
    new great advisor of your kind, since our last was slain long 
    before my birth
Arannis: (mutters) Oh, we're going to have words, she and I...
Gnoll Thug 13 whiffs.
Reginald: Let's remove those to the south so that we don't leave our 
    backs exposed.
Khem: South Aye
Warden swishes his tail, "and this clan...would move here? And of course 
    bring me food and treasure...." 
Vyhev: As you know, great master, the clan follows the advisor, and provides 
    for the advisor for it shows the favor of Bahamut on the clan
Warden snorts, "Bahamut? I didn't think the cave was that dark......Maybe 
    my guards landed one too many blows to your skull?!" 
Vyhev narrows her eyes "Are you a follower of The Queen of Darkness then, 
    great master?" 
Reginald: I'll deal with these two.
Warden: I am a follower of none! I am a leader!
Warden roars.
Vyhev: Even the greatest of dragons recognize the first dragon, the creator 
    dragon, Bahamut!
Reginald: Unless the Dwarf can deal with these peons
Arannis: Jack, guard the flank!
Vyhev: The greater the dragon a clan has as advisor, the greater the favor
Khem: Er, Jack ever had roasted Dragon meat? Any Good?
Warden: Yes I can see now you are hopelessly addled......Io was the first. 
    Bahamut was just left over when he was sundered!
Khem's belly rumbles
Khem: I haven't eaten for hours after all
Jack Darkhollow hurls a dagger at Thug 14, slaying it. "Hardly a challenge 
    for the glorious Sir Jack Darkhollow. Squire don't forget to return 
    my dagger" 
Reginald mumbles I'll return it to your neck
Khem: Oy did he just spit that common rumor that Io became Bahamut 
    and Tiamat
Vyhev: But Bahamut remains, Io was hopelessly torn, we do not speak of Io
Vyhev spits
Khem: That one is too small for me spells to hit lad
The Warden: Then you are fools! Pray to Bahamut...perhaps that leftover 
    husk will aid you!" 
Arannis grins evilly and says "Excellent".
The Warden rises up to his full height and ROARS

After defeating the Warden, the heroes returned to the newly liberated town of DunesEnd. Unfortunately the old man was gone and they had yet to find another clue to the location of Haz’Khzdur, the landmark they needed to reach Fortress Ironfell and the Karak Lode. The party decided to spend the night in the town and then set out fresh the next morning. As they gathered and pondered what to do, Sir Jack Darkhollow mentioned he had a friend named Baznnikul who might be of some assistance.

The townsfolk overheard this discussion and cautioned the heores against such a foolish plan. It turns out Baznnikul is a legendary brass dragon who was suffering from some form of madness. Even worse, local legend had it that Darkhollow’s history with the wyrm was somewhat…checkered…..”

Memorable Moments

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Khem kneels in front of the altar of Melora imploring Erathis to aid him
Arannis looks at Khem with a quizzical expression.
Far far away in the Astral Sea, Melora relays the message to Erathis. Divine 
    powers are brought to bear upon the mortal plane and somewhere...over 
    the horizon near a dwarven citadel....a new fern springs to life. 
    Maybe something was lost in translation.
Well he wasn’t using it….
Lotho Elberesk: I don't think that will save her from being eaten.....
Arannis: That may very well be, if that is her fortune.
Arannis: Now, what do you know of the Baznnikul?
Sir Jake Darkhollow: Foolishness...Baznnikul would never eat me or my 
    companions. It was only a barrel of 100 year old mead...nothing 
    significant....
Vyhev punches the dwarf in the arm "and you likely never will!" 
Khem taps foot looking at the sun and dreaming of ale
Arannis: (to Jack) To a dragon, my friend, you would be surprised what 
    matters.
Sir Jake Darkhollow: Hush porter, the adults are talking.
Arannis's hand keeps twitching toward his weapon as they talk of the 
    dragon, but his expression is cool and neutral.
Vyhev wrinkles her nose "dwarves, ugh" shudders
Arannis: Jack, given the several times I have saved your neck, you would 
    do well to show me and my companions more respect, or I might just 
    leave you to fortune's whim next time.
Lotho Elberesk: Baznnikul is mad! Too long in the sun! A brass dragon...older 
    than any can remember....he lives out in the desert somewhere. No one     
    knows where. Only a fool would go looking for him!
Vyhev looks to Jack "You took a barrel of 100 year old mead from a DRAGON?!" 
Khem pulls out a pipe unslings his pack and huffs at the delay
Sir Jake Darkhollow: There was a party to be had...you can't have a proper 
    party without mead. It's not my fault his lair happened to be on the 
    way. Besides we go way back...
Arannis: Unfortunately, Lotho, we must seek his aid, crazy or not.
Khem: Aye the Knight is correct, not a proper party without booze
Vyhev: way back...how exactly?
Khem lights his finger and thusly his pipe
Arannis looks thoughtful for a moment.
Arannis: (to Lotho) Is there a particular place he stays near in his 
    wanderings? I'm sure, as much as he is feared, the locals try to 
    avoid him...
Sir Jake Darkhollow taps his chin, "Let me think...we first met after that 
    business in Overlook...with the orcs.....must be at least three or 
    four moons" 
Vyhev: er, dear, did you fight the dragon these moons ago...
Vyhev (mutters): and 3, 4 moons is hardly "way back" 
Lotho Elberesk: I haven't heard of anyone seeing him in over a dozen years....
    No idea where he'd be.
Sir Jake Darkhollow waves his hand dismissively, "I know exactly how to find him. 
    It's simple. We just walk a little ways out in to the desert....." 

The party set off into the desert, following Sir Jack Darkhollow to the lair of Baznnikul, a brass dragon that the locals cautioned them was insane. There was also a rumor that Jack had stole a barrel of 100 year old mead from the dragon, but that was probably just a misunderstanding…..

It quickly became apparent the party was lost in the desert wastes and water was running low. The heat was beginning to affect them all, and Jack was no exception…which is unfortunate because he supposedly knew the way to the dragon’s lair.

When all seemed lost, the party was set upon by several whirlwinds. They soon learned these were elemental servants who had been scouring the desert for Sir Jack Darkhollow. Vyhev convinced them to transport the party along with Jack to Baznnikul’s lair.

The conversation with the dragon was….interesting. The villagers had not been mistaken, the poor old beast had spent too much time in the sun. After some convincing, Baznnikul provided them with a map to Haz’Khzdur. Sir Jack Darkhollow decided to remain in the dragon’s company while the party continued their quest for the Karak Lode.

Memorable Moments

Lost in the desert with Jack…
Sir Jake Darkhollow: Can't be long now....I'm sure it's just over 
    there by those palm trees and waterfall.....
(there is no waterfall or palm trees)
Khem Er, wipes sand from his eyes
Arannis: What trees, Jack?
Sir Jake Darkhollow: The ones over by the mermaids.....who aren't 
    wearing any clothes
Reginald: I think I'm going to climb on Khems back and have him carry me.
Sir Jake Darkhollow: ...Hello ladies....Sir Jack Darkhollow is here...why 
    yes that is a longsword...
Arannis: Name of the gods... You're hallucinating.
Vyhev seems to be absorbed in prayer
Arannis smacks Jack in the back of the head to snap him out of it.
Khem: Um, I don't see hand trees nor a trip tub
Khem: Oh never mind something lost in the translation to dwarven I guess
Sir Jake Darkhollow: Ooo...you are a frisky minx....if you're into that I 
    better get my remove affliction scroll handy....
Conversations with a dragon….an insane one
You later find youselves in some sort of sandy cave. Perhaps part 
    of a mesa. The chamber before you is huge. In the distance 
    you see a pair of large glowing eyes and you hear the sounds 
    of a great beast breathing.
Oh and you have sand in your boots.
Khem curses
Arannis takes off his boots and nonchalantly dumps out the sand.
Khem: (in dwarven) Fuckin' Cyclones can't travel without blowing sand 
    up me bloody ass crack and down me boots
Keldo looks at dragon.. looks at vyhev.. your stage
Baznnikul snorts. It's head moves out of the darkness and stares at 
    Khem intently.
Vyhev pours the sand from her boots and shuffles her armor to dislodge 
    some of the sand there
Khem: Er, hi again?
Vyhev: (in Draconic) Oh Great Baznikkul! We come to you for a trade!
Baznnikul: (in dwarven) You dwarf....amuse me....do you fancy some ale?
Reginald: Can we all speak the same language?
Arannis: I can see that much, I want to know what those things were in 
    the sand and how you negotiated our way down here...
Baznnikul switches his gaze to Vyhev, "a trade? My my and what do you 
    have to offer?" 
Vyhev (under her breath to Reginald): that is up to the dragon...we want 
    something from it, I am trying to flatter not offend
Khem: Aye, please
Khem: Ale, your great desert is a bit dry for me tastes and ale would go 
    down well
Baznnikul wiggles a claw.
Vyhev: Yes, great dragon a trade...We ask for information, and mayhap you 
    have a treasure you want retrieved, or some quest we can complete 
    for you
A small sand cyclone moves in from another chamber and sets a cask down in 
    front of Khem.
Khem Raises an eyebrow
Khem: Thank you very much
Vyhev looks over her shoulder at Arannis "Does it matter? Or is it enough 
    to know we are here unharmed?" 
Reginald: We'll give you Darkhollow as trade.
Khem Works on unsealing the cask and fishes around in his pack for his mug
Arannis: It might matter, depending on what was offered.
Reginald: He's mostly undamaged goods.
Khem drains the first draught and refills his mug
Arannis: (to Khem) And how is the ale?
Keldo: at least physically.. mentally he is way off his rocker
Baznnikul: Hmmm....A treasure? or a quest?
Vyhev quickly interjects over Reginald "we cannot trade Sir Jack, for he 
    already is indebted to the dragon!" 
Khem: Ah, the underground and ale! I could die a happy dwarf!
Vyhev bows her head, "Indeed great Baznikkul in exchange for some information" 
Khem sits down resting his weary legs on the slowly emptying cask
Baznnikul: Do you have any astral diamonds? They sparkle.
Keldo heads over to khem to have a sup
Vyhev turns to Arannis "nothing was offered, I just asked for an audience 
    and asked that they not harm us" 
Baznnikul swishes his tail.
Arannis: (whisper to Vyhev) It couldn't hurt to see if there is a water source 
    down here...
Vyhev looks in her pack "I am sorry great one, I do not, but I would happily 
    retrieve one for you" 
Khem refills his mug
Khem: Just one?
Arannis raises an eyebrow at Vyhev and says, "Interesting. Pretty easy, given 
    the menacing look of the creatures".
Baznnikul sniffs at the pack, "What do you have then?" 
Reginald: No Astral Diamonds that I recall
Khem: Well, she is betrothed to that one, points at Jack
Khem swigs some more hearty ale
Reginald: We have him.
Reginald points at Darkhollow
Baznnikul smiles, "Sir Jack is to be married? That sounds like a great story. 
    Is it a great story? Sir Jack always has the best stories!" 
Vyhev displays her items to the dragon
Vyhev: Oh, indeed it is a great story!
Baznnikul: Did you know he saved an entire town from zombies with just a dagger 
    and a longsword?
Khem: Aye, did he have a squire, a porter, a cook, a blacksmith and a fiance 
    back then too
Khem chortles
Arannis: He did not tell us that tale, great Baznnikul, but I'm sure it is a 
    fascinating one.
Khem looks at his suddenly empty cup
Baznnikul: No but he had a mighty steed with hooves that shook the earth 
    like thunder!
Arannis takes a slow, deep breath, in and out.
Khem: Wow, the loss of such a fine beast, tsk tsk
Vyhev smiles a little uneasily to the dragon "Do you count Sir Jack as a 
    friend, great one?" 
Khem refills his mug
Baznnikul sniffs at Reggie, "What about you? What do you have?" 
Baznnikul: In my 726 years I've never met a hero as great as Sir Jack!
Reginald: I have my friends here.
Baznnikul ponders, "Hmm...but what would I do with them?" 
Vyhev smiles hugely and cocks her head to the side "Really?! I mean, of 
    course, why else would I, a dragonborn, be betrothed to him?" 
Khem: Er, Jack mentioned some mermaids ... hiccuup... have you seen them about 
    great dragon?
Arannis bites his lower lip.
Reginald: Well you could keep the one *jerks his thumb at Darkhollow* The 
    others could be used to complete some task
Baznnikul stares at Khem wide eyed, "Mermaids? No I haven't! But mermaids in 
    the desert would be a sight to see! That does sound just like one of 
    Jack's adventures!" 
Khem nods trying not to spill any beer on the sand
Baznnikul spots Keldo
Baznnikul: An elf!
Vyhev turns to Jack "Jak, darling, why don't you tell the dragon how we 
    became engaged?" 
Khem holds up two fingers
Baznnikul: I haven't seen an elf in ages!
Keldo bows toward the dragon
Keldo: how may i serve you great one
Sir Jack Darkhollow is unconcious/delirious still
Vyhev looks with concern at Jack
Khem quaffs more ale
Arannis looks at Darkhollow with mild concern and says, "Perhaps you 
    should have a look at your fiance, he looks unwell".
Baznnikul: Do you know anything about trees? Not many trees in the desert.
Vyhev: Great Baznikkul, do you have any water, to revive Sir Jack?" 
Khem points at the rapidly emptying ale barrel
Arannis: (to Khem) Water would serve him better, I think the heat has 
    gotten the better of him.
Khem: Ersh cae ave ome ot his
Keldo: yes, I know quite a but aobut trees.. I live in one
Baznnikul absently wiggles a claw and a servant sand cyclone brings a 
    waterskin in from an adjoining chamber.
Reginald: I once heard a story of a shipwrecked man who lived for two 
    weeks drinking his own urine.
Baznnikul: Live in a tree? Is it a big tree? Where do you go to the bathroom?
Reginald: He may not like it but if we top off a canteen for him it could 
    save his life.
Arannis looks with disgust at Reginald's story.
Khem: Weally etter en blaud that
Keldo: ahhhhh.. we let it rain down onthe more unfortunate creatures.. you 
    really dont want to live below an elf
Arannis mutters, "May fortune never find me in such desperation." 
Vyhev dabs some water on Jacks lips
Arannis shoots a coveting look at the waterskin.
Baznnikul laughs a loud and terrible laugh.
Vyhev: Thank you, and thank you Great One
Khem indicates the cask of ale
Khem: Yoursh aunt ome?
Baznnikul: Live below an elf!
Arannis seems to relax a bit at the dragon's laughter.
Vyhev begins to trickle a little stream of water into Jack's mouth
Keldo chuckles-- well i cant see you ever doing that
Arannis steps over to Khem's ale cask, digs out his cup and gets some ale, 
    sipping it slowly, savoring it.
Sir Jack Darkhollow mutters, "okay...but just once more...your sisters 
    are waiting...." 
Khem: Esh gaud ent et?
Arannis: (to Khem) Quite, my inebriated friend.
Vyhev raises her eyebrows and pours a cupful of water on Jacks head
Khem nods sagely, spinning in circles trying to fetch his pipe from his 
    belt pouch
Reginald: So to pull this conversation back on track what aid might we give 
    you that you might assist us in our quest?
Arannis smiles at the dwarf's antics.
Khem: Asque aboust mine mine?
Sir Jack Darkhollow sputters, and shoots straight up, "I swear her chasity 
    belt was like that when I found her! I was just helping her put it 
    back on!" 
Vyhev (quietly to Reggie): He seemed to be happy with an epic lie, I mean 
    tale Reggie
Baznnikul: A quest? What quest? Does it involve zombies?
Khem: Esh no wragon sleighing talesh
Baznnikul wags his tail....skittering treasure about.
Reginald: It involves the greatest zombie of them all! The zombie king!
Vyhev does a long slow blink and thrusts the waterskin at Jack "I think you 
    are quite able to drink it yourself now, De-ar" 
Baznnikul ooos
Khem: Andsh his re-viving Bone Sharshd Skeletons!
Arannis nods at the dragon, a more somber look on his face, as if contemplating 
    having to deal with this powerful zombie looms on the horizon.
Reginald: and turning them into zombies! *nods sagely*
Khem takes another swig, not noticing his cup is empty once again
Baznnikul is enraptured
Vyhev: We are searhing for Haz'Khzdur, then the Fortress Ironfell for the Karak 
    Lode Great One, we are sure to meet many foes along the way, if we could 
    just FIND it" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow looks about, "Ale! Ah! Good work blacksmith. I hope the porter 
    didn't get sand in it carrying across the desert!" 
Baznnikul: And the zombie king is there?!
Vyhev: No, Jack, this particular cask was given us by the Great Baznikkul
Khem hands the pewter mug to Jack
Arannis: We believe so, Great One.
Khem: This was made by me Uncle Barl
Khem: You can borrow it and we be even
Khem slumps over holding the mug straight up
Khem: Jawst need a sec
Reginald: All signs point to our villain being there.
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Excellent! Metalworking runs in the family then!
Khem: Be wright as elven rain in a moment, really
Arannis: This is why we have come to you. We need your help finding this foul 
    creature's lair.
Baznnikul: So you're all apprentices to Sir Jack?!
Khem nods
Sir Jack Darkhollow raises his mug, "Rightly so!" 
Arannis gives a slow nod.
Vyhev tilts her head to the side "Not I, great one, Jack is my betrothed!" 
Arannis turns to Vyhev and whispers "Could I trouble you for that waterskin?" 
Baznnikul nods, "Right right. Now where was it the zombie king was hiding?" 
Reginald: No he's more of our porter

Scarlett (Vyhev): She would Jake but she thrust it at Jack at the "chastity 
    belt" comment
Jake (Arannis): oh, missed that, so it's most likely on the ground...
J Z: It was like that when he found her!
Jake (Arannis): haha
Troy (Khem): Waiting for you to pick it up
J Z: And carry it
Troy (Khem): You are the porter
J Z: like a well trained porter
Troy (Khem): :)

Arannis picks the waterskin up, takes a sip, then pours a small amount 
    over his head.
Arannis shoulders the waterskin.
Khem sits bolt upright
Khem pats his belly
Reginald: The villain we seek is located at Haz'Khzdur
Khem: Cast Iron Stomach, now where were we
Khem: Right, yes... My mine
Khem Snatches up the mug made by his grandfather
Baznnikul: Haz'Khzdur....hmmm....dwarves and zombies....
Khem: Oh, great dragon I know my gift is not much but I give it of my own 
    free will. This mug was made by uncle barl. It is not shiny but it 
    practical and of fine make. I would part with it for the info we seek
Baznnikul: There was an old dwarven fortress.....I found once. Ooo treasure
Khem: You know of my love for ale, and it tis a sad loss but it would honor me 
    if you would accept in promise of your share of our successful 
    reward gained
Baznnikul: I'll happily accept such a find!
Baznnikul sends a small cyclone to retrieve the offering and ferry it to the top 
    of his treasure pile.
Arannis looks at the cyclone with fascination.
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Truely.....those are fine porters you have old 
    friend.....wisking things away silently...always at your beck and call.
Vyhev turns to the dragon and bows her head slightly "you found an old dwarven 
    fortress, do you remember where Great Baznikkul?" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Take note porter, you could be replaced one day!
Vyhev snorts
Khem: And on that stuff would not come up missing good Jack
Arannis bows at Jack.
Vyhev indicates the cask of ale .. "May I, good dwarf, I seem to be parched" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: No back talk either...nor craziness of jumping off cliffs 
    to fight gnolls.
Khem nods at Scales
Arannis: Great One, we have gone through our water supply on our journey here, 
    and I need to refill our waterskins. Is there a supply of water down here.
Vyhev looks around for a cup of some kind...
Arannis seems to be abnormally unfazed at Jack's comments.
Baznnikul: I remember where....I think. I could draw you a map...I think!
Khem: Excellent!
Vyhev: That is great news! The best we have had in many a day!
Khem (mutters): Since meeting Jack in Fact
Vyhev: Might I have the use of one of those goblets there, Great 
    Baznikkul? *indicates the treasure pile*
Reginald: A map would be splendid
Baznnikul: Okay....but take one from the middle of the pile...the ones on top 
    get dusty!
Vyhev laughs "Indeed? I will take care" 
Baznnikul sets about casting a spell to create a map....he appears 
    unusually focused.
Arannis , while the dragon is casting the spell, says to Jack, "It might be 
    wise, sir, to ask the dragon for fresh waterskins. I'm sure he would 
    not hear the words of a lowly porter." 
Sir Jack Darkhollow ponders for a moment, "For once a useful idea porter" 
Vyhev moves over to the treasure pile and tentatively tries to remove a goblet 
    from the middle of the pile
Khem scrunches up waiting for the crash of the pile
Sir Jack Darkhollow furrows his brow and makes a complex gesture.
A tiny cyclone struggles to bring out a cask of water. It wobbles along in 
    an endearing, almost Eladrin fashion.
Vyhev pulls the goblet from the treasure pile and proceeds to fill it from the cask
Sir Jack Darkhollow: I told you porter, you could be replaced.
Arannis goes around, collects everyone's waterskins, and begins filling them from 
    the cask.
Vyhev looks intently at Jack for a moment wondering how the heck he did that
The tiny cyclone follows Arannis often winding up underfoot.
Arannis smiles at Jack and says, "Perhaps, sir, but I doubt they would have my 
    fighting skills and then the world would be without your... heroics." 
Arannis: (to the cyclone) Stay put, you're getting in the way...
J Z: Now you know how Jack feels!
Vyhev looks at Jack, a considering look on her face
Vyhev takes a drink of the ale
Arannis fills the waterskins, then hands each one back to the appropriate 
    party member.
Khem bows to the porter
Arannis gets to Jack and says, "Where did you learn that particular skill?" 
Reginald: How is that map coming along?
Sir Jack Darkhollow shrugs, "Sir Jack Darkhollow is a many of many talents!" 
Arannis: That's I'll grant you.
Baznnikul squints at the map, "Done! I think..." 
Khem: Aye, like the talents of a lightning rod!
Vyhev laughs and hiccups "I drank more than I thought, I thought he said that 
    whole thing wrong" 
Baznnikul delivers a rather simplistic map to Reggie via cyyclone servant.
Khem: Ah, the map
Arannis catches Vyhev's eye and raises an eyebrow.
Khem steps close the dragon proffering his hand
Vyhev smiles, her eyes with an unusual twinkle in them
Reginald: Excellent! Thank you friend!
Vyhev bows low in deference to the dragon "Thank you Great Baznikkul! May 
    Bahamut's blessings be many upon you" 
Khem (to Reg): Good, keep it away from Jack, Arannis and Keldo and it should be 
    a short trip
Reginald tucks the map into his tunic
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Actually my friends, I think it is best if you go on this 
    adventure alone. It is time for my little birds to leave the nest!
Sir Jack Darkhollow claps Khem on the shoulder, "Blacksmith take care of them" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow looks at Arannis, "Porter don't leave things behind or 
    eat all the food...again" 
Arannis can't hide his look of complete relief.
Khem's shoulders slump, sad to see the man who save his life leave
Vyhev raises her eyebrows and purses her lips "I cannot, unless you are 
    releasing me from our engagement" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Squire, make sure their weapons are maintained!
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Scout, try not to get them lost in the brambles again
Keldo sighs.. no one understands strait through is usually the most painful way
Sir Jack Darkhollow: and Vyhev, dear sweet Vyhev, I only hope this abscense will 
    be brief, for Sir Jack Darkhollow is an exceptional man, and fighting 
    off hordes of suitors is much harder than besting a horde of zombies!" 
Baznnikul: Zombies!
Arannis: May fortune bring you your reward, Sir Jack.
Arannis: (to the party) Now, off to find the zombie king!
Khem scratches his head
Arannis turns back and bows deeply to the dragon.
Khem mouths "Zombie King" to Arannis
Vyhev nods, dumbfounded and unable to find any words
Arannis mouths "Later" to Khem.
Khem shrugs
Reginald pulls his cloak close around him as he prepares to leave.
Khem: Luck Jack! (he'll need it)
Sir Jack Darkhollow stands next to Baznnikul and waves.
Reginald: I suppose it's time to leave before we wear out our welcome.
Vyhev places the goblet back on the treasure pile and turns to the dragon
Arannis nods to Reg.
Khem gathers up his pack nudging the cask to insure it is suitably depleted 
    and walks towards the exit
Vyhev: Thank you for your aid, Great Baznikkul!
Vyhev bows and stands to leave
Baznnikul: You are welcome, and don't worry I'll take care of Sir Jack for you!
Keldo nods to Baznnikul as he prepares to leave
Vyhev smiles and nods "I am sure you will, great one" 
Khem pulls out his ivory pipe and winks at Reg as they leave, Lighting it

Using the map from Baznnikul the party set out across the wastes once more. A few hours into the journey a terrible sandstorm began. They quickened their pace but ran afoul of a Bullette. The burrower made repeated hit and run attacks against the party but eventually Arannis laid the beast low….and then Keldo made sure it was dead by pumping a few more arrows into it’s corpse. Shortly thereafter they discovered the ruins of Haz’Khzdur.

From the ruins, the party was able to use the recovered map fragments and easily locate Fortress Ironfell. They managed to sneak in without being noticed. After a few minutes of creeping around they encountered several foulspawn guards. The aberrents put up quite a fight but the party managed to surive. Afterwards they began to explore the fortress. Ever since seeing the fortress Khem began to experience flashes of the same image he saw when he touched the ingot of Karak Ore they found in Sarshan’s Dark Foundry. The images were much more intense and frequent. They continued moving randomly around the hallways and soon they encountered a second group of foulspawn guards, much weaker than the first. These were dispatched with minimal effort, and that is where the evening ended.

Memorable Moments

When sneaking around a scary fortress..it’s always good to have a conversation
Reginald: So master Dwarf how does Erathis feel about the seedier side 
    of life with things like stealing?
Khem: Pends on what you do with it lad
Reginald: Profit I would imagine
Reginald: making a living and so forth.
Khem: Ifin you were to establish a store thereby improving the quality 
    of life about you all good
Arannis makes his way back to the group.
Reginald: An interesting concept
Reginald: Have you ever done anything like that? Taken things that 
    belonged to others?
Khem: Butin if ye are off to use it to drink and fornicate (wthout) the 
    creation of children well then...
Arannis: This place is too quiet... Could be feet shuffling past the west 
    door, or sand shifting in the wind...
Arannis laughs and says, "Khem, for a man that lays with shadar-kai and 
    can outdrink most men, you are surprisingly uptight." 
Reginald: I don't know it wouldn't surprise me if he's borrowed a few things 
    with out the intent to return before.
Khem: Me faith is more of a do as I say type of thing
Reginald: So it is something you've partaken in then?
Khem: You know I have REginald, I steal from the dead every time I am with you
Reginald: So it's ok as long as they're dead but you wouldn't steal from 
    the living then?
Khem: Is the elf going to open the door or shalt my beard fall out first
Arannis: The dead do not care about their possessions.
Khem: Nah, Arannis but their kin and rightful heirs might
Arannis: That is true, Khem.
Khem give a penetrating look to Reg
Reginald readies his blades
Vyhev: while stealing in itself is wrong, there are situations it would 
    be permissible...I am uncertain that this particular line of 
    conversation is appropriate at this time, unless you are gauging 
    our reactions to something specific, master Reginald?
Reginald: Careful boys this could be dangerous.
Keldo motions the others to follow.
Khem peers into the brazier and under the benches
Arannis gives a very subtle "thumbs-up" to Reg.
Reginald: So do you believe its ok to steal as long as you kill them first? 
    That seems a strange notion.
Khem laughs
Arannis: Not that simply put, but I can see the necessity in theft sometimes.
Khem: I never said it was ok to steal
Khem: I said if your going to steal what it was ok to spend it on
Khem winks at reg
Vyhev: taking from your defeated foes isn't stealing, its spoils of battle!
Khem (loud): All clear open another one Elf
Reginald: So you wouldn't steal from others you would just liberate the 
    belongings from the dead then?
Khem: Spoken like a true liz...abethian
Keldo: Dear gods, dwarf, silence yourself.
Keldo opens the door.
Khem: And return them to their heirs or redistribute them as society needed 
    them yes
Arannis rolls his eyes.
Reginald: So no sense letting goods waste on the dead but don't kill them for 
    the belongings and dont take them from the living. I suppose that is a 
    pragmatic approach as any.
Arannis checks the opening to the east.
Khem: Er, Keldo it is polite to let the spirits of the deceased dwarves here 
    no we are in there home. So that we do not suprise them with their 
    armor off
Khem nods at reginald
Vyhev smiles at Khems explanation
Keldo: I'd rather not bring anything down on us that we don't need to through 
    carelessness.
Khem: looks like a dead in unless we are climbing thru more windows
Khem: Me either, hence letting dwarf spirits know we are here
Reginald: With the whole Shadder-kai thing I was thinking maybe you'd tried 
    other things such as your hand at thievery perhaps.
Reginald: Check the court yard to the west Keldo.
Khem: Nar, reginald. Not that I am aware of. I have picked up a few items 
    here and there that others had left behind
Keldo looks down in the courtyard.
Khem: Just to ensure they would not be permanently lost mind you
Arannis: And all those belongings made it back to their owners, aye?
Reginald: Never keep anything on the side though eh? Such an honest Dwarf. Very 
    noble of you.
Khem: Aye, the ones with living decendants etc yes
Arannis simply nods at Khem's explanation.
Khem: Keeps the books straight it does
Reginald: Indeed
Khem: Never had a copper come up short in my days no sir

The memorable events of Sir Jack Darkhollow

There was just too much Jack to include in the other sections!

 
Jack Darkhollow: (to Reggie) Squire! Attend to my dagger!
Arannis shakes his head bemusedly and says, "Such posturing".
Jake (Arannis): oh, so many tacky jokes at that line...
Vyhev attempts to stifle a chuckle
Jack Darkhollow bends Vyhev over backwards with a kiss and hurls a 
    dagger into the nearest gnoll....slaying it!
Khem: Er Jack I believe your flask is nar to perishing with the porter
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Foolish porter! I told you to stay back! With the 
    womenfolk and the cooks!
Arannis: Jack, I swear to Orcus himself, if you don't silence yourself 
    and fight, the gnolls will feast on you.
Vyhev looks sideways through slitted eyes at Jack and says through gritted 
    teeth "What was that, dear?" 
Khem: Oh, joy we hired a servant of Orcus as a porter!
Sir Jack Darkhollow eyes Vyhev, "did you know our blacksmith had magical 
    skills? And here I thought his best skill was fixing boots and 
    codpieces?" 
Jack Darkhollow stumbles forward and strikes at a gnoll with his longsword.
Khem: My good lad you got a barb que pit near about
Vyhev says to Jack as she turns and runs to the fray "Good to know, Jack" 
Reginald: You clumsy git watch what you're doing with that blade.
Jack Darkhollow slays a gnoll, "That's two! I'll save you porter! Just keep 
    your head down and protect my flask!" 
Reginald: For a legendary fighter that stumble wasn't very heroic.
Sir Jack Darkhollow nods smartly, "Right, here's the plan. Squire get the 
    porter out of the well. Scout go see if you can find the trail these 
    gnolls left. Blacksmith, prepare my spare boots!" 
Khem (mumbles): Or bores them to death, same net effect
Sir Jack Darkhollow tosses a pair of boots at Khem
Khem gets a glimmer in his eye as he holds Jacks blade and looks about for a 
    suitable cactus
Keldo elbows arannis.. can we kill him yet?
Arannis clambors out of the well and carefully removes his boots. He then 
    steps over to Jack, and without missing a beat, dumps the water from 
    his boots out on Jack's head.
Vyhev stalks to stand in front of Jack, a look on her face that plainly says 
    "I want an answer" 
Arannis: Now, good sir, I believe the lady asked you a question.
Arannis nonchalantly puts his boots back on.
Sir Jack Darkhollow is doused.
Khem begins to dig a hole for the pig entrails using the blade.
Sir Jack Darkhollow sighs, "Porter...the water goes in the flask...and not 
    until I call for. Egads lad...you're lucky I take pity on those not 
    born of swift mind!" 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Sir Jack Harkhollow does not leave simple folk in need! 
    Why where would my elven porter be if I hadn't taken him under my 
    wing? Surely with his limited mental capacity he'd be reduced to 
    slopping pigs or worse! The Warden must be slain!
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Of course milady, but I must stay with you, as we are to 
    be wed when we best the creatures in your dwarven fortress! Do not 
    think I forgot my crafty minx!" 
Arannis moves over to Vyhev and whispers discreetly, "Should we offer to bury 
    the villager that was slain?" 
Vyhev: I was merely thinking of effeciency my dear, that is all...and do not 
    forget we cannot be wed without the consent of my clan!
Sir Jack Darkhollow waves his hand, "A simple matter! I'm sure they'll have 
    time to raise a sufficent dowry!" 
Arannis: (whisper) We need to try to flank, catch them off-balance
Sir Jack Darkhollow (whisper): An excellent suggestion....maybe that fall 
    down the well rattled something loose.
Khem glares at Scales praying she does not mistake leaves for books
Reginald: I think we should just sneak up closer.
Arannis sighs in exasperation, then whispers, "I suggest Keldo and Jack go 
    right, Reg and I head left. Vy and Khem, stay together." 
Khem: Well Aranis proved he can climb, send him to scale that rise
Khem points at the 20 foot cliff
Arannis smiles and whispers, "In good time".
Sir Jack Darkhollow (whisper): That's a dangerous task for a porter....I 
    think he should stay back here and guard the supplies.
Sir Jack Darkhollow (whisper): Perhaps he could write a poem detailing 
    our epic deeds!
Arannis: (whisper) Then remain, Jack, as you are the porter, or do as I say.
Arannis looks at everyone to see if they agree with his suggestion.
Reginald nods agreement with Aranis.
Arannis: (whisper) Fortune favors the brave...
Sir Jack Darkhollow chuckles, "You make me laugh elf. Your time with the 
    halfling squire has definitely improved your skill as a jester. 
    Perhaps a second career for you" 
Khem nods at Aranis. Whispers "Wait for Jack and Keldo to go left then..." 
[GM] Damage [7] -> [to Gnoll Demonic Scourge] [DYING]
Jack Darkhollow flourishes, "Once again Sir Jack Darkhollow triumphs where 
    lesser men might fail!" 
Jack Darkhollow slices the gnoll deeply, "There now...maybe one of you can 
    finish him off. Show me you have the potential to be great adventurers 
    and not just squires and porters!" 
[TURN] Arannis
Vyhev: ... *opens her mouth then shuts it again quickly*
Arannis -> [HEAL] Second Wind [COST 1] [HSV 1] [0] [1d6 = 0]
Heal [HSV] -> [to Arannis]
Effect ['DEF: 2'] -> [to Arannis]
Arannis -> Power [Second Wind] [std]
[TURN] Reginald
Sir Jack Darkhollow nods at Arannis, "Adventurers always need good 
    porters lad. Just sit there and rest" 
Jack Darkhollow: Haha! Come forward and meet your death at the blades of 
    Sir Jack Darhollow and his blacksmith, scout, squire, porter, and 
    the fair scaled maiden Vyhev!
Vyhev smiles a half smile back at Jack "you're learning..." 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Why would a blacksmith carry potions? Isn't that the 
    porter's job?? No wonder you all keep ending up in such trouble.
Arannis: If it's the porter's job, shouldn't you have them Darkhollow?
Khem's eyes roll in his unconcious head
Arannis mutters "His last name must mean the giant hole in his head..." 
Sir Jack Darkhollow: I think the fall has addled your brain porter! I am 
    Sir Jack Darkhollow legendary adventurer. You are the porter....
    I understand you dream of becoming me, but now is not the time!
Arannis: Jack, becoming you is what I imagine would be my torment in the 
    Nine Hells.
Sir Jack Darkhollow: See you have eternal reward and torment all confused. 
    Maybe you should sit back down and rest porter!
Jack Darkhollow rummages around in the blacksmith's pack and feeds him a 
    healing potion, "By the blessing of Sir Jack darkhollow, I bring you 
    back to life blacksmith! Breathe once more!" 
Arannis: (whisper to Vyhev) I still don't understand why you are kissing 
    his backside; he's an arrogant ass...
Vyhev eyes open a little wider and she nods approvingly to Jack
Khem's first sight is of Jack Darkhollow's grim feature. he immediately rolls 
    over and vomits on his boots
Arannis 's eyes open in shock at Jack's words.
Khem: Looks like ye need a polish job Jackie!
Vyhev (whisper to Arannis): I'm not "kissing his backside" as you put it...I 
    am supporting my husband-to-be in his endeavors
Arannis: (whisper to Vyhev) You actually intend to marry him?
Vyhev (whisper to Arannis): he has proposed, I cannot turn him down, my clan 
    must do that
Sir Jack Darkhollow: Not now blacksmith! I know you feel a great debt because 
    I have once more saved your life, but you can attend to my boots after 
    the battle!
Vyhev drops to her knees by Jacks side "Are you well?" 
Khem brushes himself off, "Check the bonnie lass for a love potion, while I 
    get cleaned up" 
Arannis goes to where the ropes are, coils them up, puts his in his pack, 
    then hands Reg's back to him.
Jack Darkhollow springs to his feet, "Ha! Sir Jack Darkhollow is not so 
    easily defeated! Where are the gnolls? I smell them still....oh 
    wait...that's the blacksmith" 
Khem: Aye that is the blacksmith
Arannis then goes back over to the group, looks sternly at Jack, and says, 
    "A "Thank You" would not be entirely out of order".
Vyhev: They have all been defeated, now we can further investigate 
    this "Warden" 
Jack Darkhollow recovers something from the fallen Fang, "Nice work porter. 
    Here take this! It should aid you in your....portage!" 
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You can go home again...but you can't get a beer.....

After refusing Sarshan’s offer, the mysterious shadar-kai exited the chamber through a portal which sealed behind him. He left his servant Thannu and his prized umbral panthers to deal with the intruders. Despite their beleaguered condition the party they proved to be more than a match for the shadar-kai.

Memorable Moments

Banter
Thannu: Curse you Eladrin!
Arannis just grins serenely at Thannu.
Khem slides around the corner back to the wall
Keldo: Nervous, Khem?
Thannu: You're no better dwarf! I'll use your beard to clean up 
    after my panthers!
Khem Grabs his robes looking pointedly at Keldo's Hide
Keldo chuckles.
Arannis: Hey, Thannu, I heard shadar-kai hide cleans up pather 
    messes pretty well...
Khem: Uh huh, heard it all before. Modra girlfriend used me beard 
    for her tasks as well (winks)
Khem: Some of the shine coming off them scales lass, mayhaps time to let 
    one of the pointy ears take some blows
Arannis: Tough talk, from the robed dwarf.
Thannu: It's a shame you didn't accept Sarshan's generous offer scaly one
    ....you'd be useful in a fight....and possibly in the bedroom.
Arannis makes a noise that sounds like stifled laugh that he quickly covers 
    by coughing.
Khem: You'd have to roll her in butter and hair first!
Vyhev crinkles her eyes in disgust as she carresses her fangs with her 
    tongue "My skills will never be in your service, shadar-kai" 
Keldo mutters "Do dragonborn even mate with other species?" 
Vyhev: Why would we, we are obviously the divine race
Vyhev: Being modeled after Bahamut, after all
Khem: Hold your strike for me wanna be priest!
Arannis 's face is red from trying not to burst out laughing.
Thannu: I've had many a fine Dragonborn pleasure wench.....there's 
    something special about being rubbed raw...
Khem: Them big ears and the Elf can't hear me!
Arannis: Sorry, Vy... distracted me.
Always check the references before hiring
Thannu and his allies appear to be rejuvinated by their captain's prowess!
Khem: Er stay out from between them kitties
Arannis makes a beckoning motion to Vyhev.
Keldo: Oi, Reg, Vy is looking like she did after the pickled imp, aye?
Reginald: She looks fine to me.
Khem: Scales is still standin'
Khem: The porter don't need to carry her yet
Arannis: What in Avandra's name makes you think I can heft Scaly around?
Reginald: We wouldn't want that, you might break a nail!
Khem: Err, the help wanted sign said must be able to carry 300 lbs of dragon 
    scales. Err isn't that why ye applied?
Arannis: Halfling, believe me, I have no fear of that.
Reginald: Sure sure. *waves his hand dismissevly*
Arannis looks at Khem, then laughs and says "Help wanted sign? I believe the 
    halfling still owes me a Handy Haversack before I lug anything" 

As the last panther fell, another tremor rocked Shadowfell and the party quickly dove through the portal, more concerned about their own survival than chasing down Sarshan. They arrived safely back in Overlook, just as the portal collapsed. A wave of darkness flooded the temple and then congealed into several specters which surrounded the party and closed in on them. Khem, Vyhev, and Arannis called upon the might of Avandra, Erathis, and Bahamut dealing incredible amounts of radiant damage upon the undead.

Shortly after the last specter was put down, Asuma and Kalad kicked in the door to see what all the racket was about. Lurzan Cragsplitter had dispatched Kalad after receiving Reggie’s message via Reggen. For the past few days Kalad and Ausma had been using the portals discovered under the basement of the Happy Beggar to close down the Dark One’s operations within Overlook. Both groups settled into the Happy Beggar for the night and agreed to meet the next morning and discuss what they each discovered.

Memorable Moments

Old friends
Khem: Errr, beer now for saving your worthless tin can hide, Mr Clank?
Arannis: Aye, an ale would be great about now.
Vyhev still somewhat out of breath, yet manages to finish off several spectres
Arannis: (to Vyhev) You all right?
Ausma: There will be no spirits served within these walls!
Vyhev: nothing a good nights sleep won't cure
Khem rolls his eyes
Vyhev: Well, of course not, we banished all the spirits
A paladin kicks in the door!
Khem: Paladins won't drink but they cater to the whims of the Shadar-kai!
Reginald: No spirits, but how about a halfling?
Khem shakes his head, "No offense Scales" 
Ausma: What is with all this racket?! Are you trying to destroy the whole in?
Khem: No we were make sure you didn't serve the Spirits
Arannis: Nay, we just ended up in here and got attacked by these spectres.
Vyhev: We just battled some spectres, no big deal
Reginald: I wouldn't mind her serving us some spirits to be honest.
Arannis: (to Reg) Best suggestion you've made all day!
A familar voice says, "I bet the halfling lead you into trouble again didn't 
    he?" 
Reginald: She can serve me any time! *winks*
Khem: Oh look Kalad is back
Vyhev: Isn't that what halflings do?
Reginald: I kept them on the straight and narrow!
Arannis: (to Khem) Friend or foe?
Reginald: Well most of us on the "straight" and narrow.
Reginald eyes Arannis
Khem: Errr, dwarf for you probably a foe pointy ears
Vyhev shakes her head at Khem and Reggie
Kalad snorts, "You've probably been defiling corpses again" 
Arannis: I have no arguement with dwarves.
Khem: For the rest of us a revered elder
Reginald: You would know Kalad you taught us a thing or two about such things!
Khem raises an eyebrow as he strokes his beard
Arannis looks at Reg questioningly.
Khem: Porter ever seen a mad dwarf?
Arannis: That I have, Khem; not a pretty sight.
Kalad: Now what's all this nonsense about? Cragsplitter sent me once he got 
    your message from the old woman. You've been gone for days?
Khem: Well someone had to investigate the truth of the corruption behind 
    the Orcs
Khem: Seems Overlook has made some mighty foes, Sir
Reginald: *nods his agreement*
Kalad: I'm sure you helped that cause,
Kalad looks at Reggie, "Not quite the emissary of peace" 
Khem: Well seems that Modra stirred up the Orcs against ye all and now his 
    boss is looking at finishing the job for some Mind Flayer scum
Arannis: Unfortunately, sir, the road to peace can be a violent one at times.
Vyhev: This particular plot was some time in the making, and Reggie came in at 
    the end of this particular bit it seems
Reginald: We brought peace Kalad.
Reginald: We brought peace with extreme prejudice.
Ausma: Mind flayers? You say? Are you sure you haven't been partaking in the 
    spirits heavily??? Or just one drink for a waif of an elf.
Reginald: The whole lot of them are much closer to the gods now.
Khem: Nar, I drank my share of the clankers Mead but not enough to upset me 
    senses (pats his belly)
Arannis rolls his eyes.
Khem: Errrr, ummmm Sarsharan?
Reginald: A certain lass might disagree with you master Khem.
Khem: Forget that one I think Lad
Kalad snorts, "Well, it canna be said you lot ever lacked skill with the blade, 
    that's for sure" 
Khem: That is what Leena said
Reginald: Was that her name?
Khem: Yar, nice braids
Reginald chuckles
Arannis chuckles.
Reginald: I didn't know such braiding was possible.
Ausma looks at Kalad and he just shrugs.
Khem: Well you would be surprised at what grows on the Shadar-kai
Arannis 's ears go red at Reg's comment.
Khem: So Cragsplitter send any food along for the trip?
Kalad: Well we found more than a few of them hanging out in the warehouse at the 
    other end of the portal behind us....
Ausma: Who knew all this was under my inn? I wonder how long they've been using 
    this place?
Khem: Well good to know that we have less to worry about?
Khem: Yeah, lass drink a few more ales and you would be stunned what ye discover
Khem pulls out his pipe and starts to strike a match, raising an eye at the 
    wee bonnie Lass
Ausma waves off Khem's comment, "There will be no ale, but I can promise you a 
    fine selection of boiled meats in the kitchen above" 
Kalad wrinkles his nose.
Khem grimaces, blowing a smoke ring thru a figure eight
Reginald: It's rather interesting that it was possible for all of this to happen 
    here with out notice.
Arannis: We could all use the food, as well as some rest.
Khem peers in Clanks wheel barrow hoping something edible is left inside
Vyhev appears to not be paying a lot of attention to the conversation
Keldo is restringing his bow, not really paying attention.
Kalad: Well you and your new strays best be off now. Who knows, next time I see 
    you I half expected you to be travelling with a grell and a lich....I mean 
    an eladrin and a warforged? Bleack!
Khem: Seems a "meal" and a rest are in order then we need to figure out our next 
    move
Arannis 's eyes narrow at the insult.
Khem: Nar, the Elfkin is a Porter and the Tin Man is a cook.
Vyhev punches the dwarf in the arm and says "watch yourself there dwarf, those be 
    paladins you are talking to" 
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Run away! Run away!

Vyhev somehow sweet talked the amazingly gullible dark haunter to lower it’s dark fog and then the Keldo and Arannis proceeded to maul the gith (but not before he got off his awesome power)! The two Shadar-kai some how got behind the party and proceeded to dance through them for a couple rounds slashing them up with chains.

During the fight….Reggie discovered the light colored tiles on the floor were a levitation lift and decided, for reasons known only to halflings, to float up and see what was on the next level. He discovered a garden filled with rot scarab swarms and a shadow beetle…

Meanwhile, Vyhev nearly slashed a chain fighter in half while the second fighter continued to dance around. The party fell back to the library as the now agitated bugs rained down from above. Reggie wisely shut the door and blocked the bugs entry into the room….but trapped the party in with the remaining chainfighter.

The bugs attacked the door….causing it to begin to rot. The final shadar kai made a run for it but he didn’t get far before Keldo dropped 2 arrows into his back slaying him. Reggie and Khem hurried to push a bookcase in front of the door just before it failed. The party spent a few moments to consider their options. Ever increasing tremors began to rock the tower and the party decided to abandon the tower. Modra was defeated and they had discovered Sarshan was somehow involved with the Gith….not to mention no one wanted to fight bugs.

The party exited via the secret tunnel to the foundry, just before the most serious tremor sent elemental chaos spewing from the now collapsing foundry. It is at this point that the party began discussing which Divine being was superior and why. As they debated the issue, Arannis began to notice that the volcano was erupting. Khem and Vyhev seemed more interested in the debate than the impending doom….but eventually the rest of the party convinced them to table the discussion while they fled for their lives. They spotted Clank fleeing the destruction and learned that the portals had all been locked down, a specific key was required to open each portal so the only option was to run. Vyhev remembered the party still had the Brass Key and the group fled to the Black Temple intent on exiting the same way they entered the Shadowfell. To speed up the trip, Clank threw Khem into his food cart and pushed him along. Many pig legs and possibly some ale did not survive the encounter.

Memorable Moments

One long quote
Reginald: Never trust a rogues motivations 2nd rule of adventuring 
    right khem
Khem: Aye, that goes for Avengers and Warlocks and an occasional Wizard
An even larger tremor shakes the area. The tower sways, the volcano 
    angrily spews lava into the clouds.
Khem: Well that can't be good, did that dragon have a mate perchance?
Arannis raises an eyebrow at Khem.
Vyhev: First ommandment of Bahamut - Uphold the highest ideals of honor 
    and justice
Arannis: Not that i know of, Khem...
The sickening snap of breaking metal can be heard from the nearby foundry 
    just before a jet of elemental chaos explodes through the roof and 
    dissolves the western wall.
Reginald rolls his eyes
Vyhev: Second commandment - Be constantly vigilant against evill and oppose 
    it on all fronts
[TOWER] Arannis -> [SKILL] Arcana [16] [1d20+13 = 16]
[w] Arannis: Seeing if this is the result of planar instability of some kind...
Vyhev: Third commandment - Protect the weak, liberate the oppressed, and 
    defend just order
Arannis: (mutters) Paladins and their code...
Reginald: Next she will be quoting the tenents of Erathis at me and the 
    tennents of Who's call it at Arannis
Vyhev: I don't know about any "adveturer's rules" but those are MY rules
Arannis draws himself up proudly "Avandra, servant of Erathis".
Vyhev: Erathis BAH! (haha) what a...sissy god!
Reginald: Good, good and do you know he wasn't oppressing the weak in their 
    no, but you want to cast blindness on ye self and pretend so
Khem: Good, good and do you know he wasn't oppressing the weak in their no, 
    but you want to cast blindness on ye self and pretend so
[w] -> Arannis: the nearby exploding foundry and angry looking volcano clue 
    you in to general instability in the area that doesn't seem to be 
    calming...
Arannis: Luck favors the bold, protect freedom and liberty, and help to make 
    positive change wherever you go.
Arannis: Uh, guys...
Vyhev: Not blind to their actions, Khem, but to ambush them with trickery is 
    dishonorable
Khem: In a minute elf
Arannis: There's some kind of instability here and it only seems to be getting 
    worse.
Khem: I said in a min...oh
Arannis: It's like the portals they made are ripping this place apart.
Arannis: We might want to put our attention to that and debate later.
Reginald: Maybe we should reach safe distance and you can argue later, you 
    think?
Arannis: Wholeheartedly, Reg.
Vyhev (squeaky voice): Erathis, oooh lets all work together so nicely and 
    everyone be the same, seek out new ideas and make them your own as a 
    community...blah blah we are all the same
Arannis: Vyhev, what part of "Not Now" did you not understand?
Vyhev follows walking along while continuing her tirade
Khem: See, scales now if we would have got the jump on them maybe we would 
    know what is causing the rift, defender of the weak, Bah!
[w] Arannis: Is there a center, like a place where it seems to be coming from?
Khem trots to keep up with the longer legged folks
Vyhev: It would serve my god to let this place be ripped apart, they all seem 
    bent on oppression and evil here
Arannis looks around nervously at the chaos.
Khem: Of course cuz the rulers in charge qualify as the weak ones eh?
Arannis: That I would agree with, Vyhev, but wisdom is called for, and there is 
    no need for the innocent to die.
Vyhev: I have yet to meet one innocent here
The foundry explodes in a shower of elemental chaos and fire. The ground heaves 
    violently. The volcano sends a huge burst of ash into the sky...
Arannis: Ok, we really need to stop arguing...
Khem: Bah there are no innocents or doesn't ye god teach common sense elf!
[w] -> Arannis: the volcano seems to be a good suspect......
Arannis looks at the volcano and blanches.
[w] Arannis: ROFL
Vyhev: If the rulers were not weak, they would not succomb to corruption dwarf
Khem: Oh so now you are protector of the corrupt?
Arannis: It depends, Khem, but is now REALLY an appropriate time to discuss this?
Khem: I can run and talk Elf!
Arannis: We need to leave or find a way to stop this. The source is the volcano, 
    it would appear.
Vyhev: when better elfkin? do you see a way we can escape other than the route 
    we are taking?
Khem: Me people march hundred of miles by tightening our belts and gettting 
    er done!
In the distance....a warforged pushing a cart of pigs legs can be seen fleeing. 
    The faint smell of honey fills the air.
Vyhev: Clank!
Arannis: OI, CLANK!
Arannis: Know a safe way out?
Reginald thinks to himself, "A defender of the corrupt, I might be able to 
    use that" 
Arannis: We can talk about this over an ale or something. I'll buy, now let's 
    quit the chatter and get the hell out of here!
Vyhev rolls her eyes "you really didn't get the point" 
Vyhev continues her steady pace toward Clank
Clank: No time to sell lunches now! Just getting as far away as I can!
Arannis: As are we, Clank!
Vyhev: Do you know somewhere safe Clank? Or a safe way outta here?
Khem: As fast as a dirt farmer can!
Arannis is keeping pace with the group.
Clank twists among the alleys as mercenaries scatter, "I was hoping to find 
    a portal...but Sarshan's people seem to have them all locked down!" 
Keldo is just looking blankly from the party to the volcano.
Arannis: Locked down? Is that normal?
Vyhev: Locked down?! We have a key!
Vyhev: Where Clank, where?!
Khem: Er, great trapped in this wasteland
Arannis: Wait, we have a key?!?
Clank: Does anything look normal? There's a volcano erupting?!?
Arannis: No, the portals being locked...
Clank: A key? To which portal? They are all different. That Sarshan is a 
    clever one!
Arannis: I know THAT's not right.
Vyhev smiles disquieteningly at Arranis
Khem (mumbles): Let's jump thru a funny portal thing! Whose bloody brilliant 
    plot was that!
Vyhev: Our key fit at least 2!
Arannis sighs at the dwarf.
Khem: Up near the black shrine!
Khem: save your air elf you will need it to keep up with me
Clank: Black shrine? Never heard of it?
Clank tosses Khem into the cart and pushes, "Which way dwarf?" 
Arannis: I'll be fine, let's just go!
Vyhev: It was...oh DAMMIT where was it?!
Khem: Errr south?
Keldo: Back to the east, Vyhev, along the path.
Khem: That way metal mouth!
Vyhev: OK I say we run for it!
Keldo and Arannis both sheathe their weapons and go sprinting down the path 
    to the Black Shrine.
[w] -> Khem: you're in a cart full of honey glazed roasted meat...please 
    act appropiately
Khem picks up the nearest bit of meat and begins chomping on it
Khem: Now this is cooking!!!!
Vyhev runs along the path behind Keldo and Arannis
Vyhev: Clank! Follow us!
Keldo: OI, KHEM! Let's go; eat later!
Khem: Hey, keep up long legs
Vyhev: Khem always eats, haven't you figured that out yet?! (laughs)
Khem reclines in the cart licking his fingers
Reginald scurries after the others making sure that someone is nearer the red 
    hot stuff than him
Clank pushes the cart as Khem eats any hope of profits
Vyhev: How about a running song, there, bard?
Reginald: Run, run faster you elves
Arannis, as he passes by the cart, dumps 10g in it, picks up a piece of meat and 
    eats while he runs.
Reginald: Run, run faster don't cook yourselves
Reginald: The dwarves eats all the treats
Reginald: And the lizard beats her feets!
Reginald: Run run faster!
Vyhev nods and feels lighter on her feet thanks to the bards distracting song
Khem (sigh): What a disaster
Khem digs in the cart looking for a mug
Vyhev laughs as she pictures Khem pouring and then drinking ale at this speed

When the party arrived at the Black Temple they discovered two shadar-kai who’s equipment and bearing marked them as officers moving between the portals in the black temple. Reggie and Khem quickly recognized one of them as Brenat, the grizzled veteran from the Pickled Imp. His pallor had darkened significantly in the Shadowfell. He was quite surprised to see the PCs and revealed himself to be the famed Sarshan. He was impressed by the party’s skill and offered them a chance to join his army and survive the impending destruction that was to befall their world. In the end the party refused his offer and weapons were drawn…...

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After the events in the foundry, the party took a rest in an unused side tunnel. They discovered an ancient temple but despite Vyhev and Khem’s best efforts they were unable to discern to who or what the temple was dedicated too. On an old skeleton, they found a tabard which Reggie and Arranis immediately identified as magic.

After this brief interlude the party crept down the tunnel seeking entrance into Sarshan’s tower. Vyhev carefully opened the door at the end of the tunnel. The room beyond was some type of library populated by a number of Shadar-kai. Unfortunately her movements were detected and the battle was quickly joined. Khem and Reggie sought to isolate the Gloomblade from his weapon while Vyhev, Arannis and Keldo dealt with the warriors. The crafty Shadar-kai bound Arannis with shadow and then activated a trap that filled the room with shadow darts. The witch’s beshadowing mind frustrated the heroes, but eventually they put down the Shadar-kai

Memorable Moments

Confusion
Arannis: I'll see you in the ground before you shed one more 
    drop of my blood, shadar-kai filth!
Arannis: I might carry your head as a trophy for that insult...
Khem: Er, lad if you trim them ears, people might stop mistaking 
    ye for a bloomin' elf
Arannis: Is it really that hard to tell the difference? Look at 
    Keldo and I; we look NOTHING alike!
Arannis: It's like saying a dwarf looks like a rock.
Khem looks at Keldo and the Aran "You need look in a reflecting 
    glass more often" 
Shadar-kai Gloomblade: You all look the same to me!
Vyhev (grumbles): save your breath elf, I have scales therefore most 
    see me as a lizard
Vyhev eyes glow sickeningly green
Khem shrugs non-commitally
Arannis gives a little half-grin to Vyhev and says, "It was a feint, 
    my dear; I know you aren't a "lizard"".
Khem: I think it is a case of the lady doth protest to much
Arannis nods in thanks to Reg.
Vyhev growls menacingly at Khem
Arannis: (to the Gloomblade) The Shadowfell has made you blind, scum.
Khem leans back to Vyhev, "Arannis is a female elf right?" 
Vyhev: Would you call the splendid Bahamut a lizard?
Shadar-kai Witch: Lizards taste like chicken....Dragonborn taste more 
    like venison.
Arannis: I am not a female nor an elf, dirt-farmer.
Khem: You non-hairy folk to hard to tell gender!
Vyhev sighs "No Khem he is neither female nor elf, although he is 
    elfkin I believe" 
It always comes back to this….
Troy (Khem): A lil elf on elf action perhaps?
Scarlett (Vyhev): lmao
J Z: I could boot Jake and then Khem could pull an elf train
Troy (Khem): rofl
Jake (Arannis): rofl that's just messed up
Scarlett (Vyhev): troy of the dirty mind, that is your new name
Jake (Arannis): talk about a "devil's threeway" 
Troy (Khem): you know how a dwarf knows what gender he is 
    sleeping with?
Scarlett (Vyhev): they hope really hard they've guessed right when 
    the mail starts coming off?
Troy (Khem): If he reaches down and there is more than he expected
    ...wrong gender
Jake (Arannis): ROFL
Jake (Arannis): every time between dwarves = "The Crying Game"?
Scarlett (Vyhev): or maybe not, since "he" in dwarf could be either....
Scarlett (Vyhev): or less than he expected HAHA
Jake (Arannis): wow :P
Like those Swedish foam pillows
Shadar-kai Warrior: Sarshan will slay you all for this! Your elf 
    hides will become his pillowcases!
Arannis: I heard shadar-kai were tough, but this is ridiculous...
Vyhev laughs derisively
Khem: Doesn't resurrect you bark skin!
Arannis: I'm not an elf, but I like the idea of a shadar-kai skin 
    pillowcase...
Vyhev: elf hide pillowcases
Vyhev: that's rich!
Arannis: I've heard lizard hide is better.
Khem: Depends on what tailor be making em
Arannis smiles at Vyhev.
Vyhev steps sharply on Arannis' instep
Arannis hisses in pain.
Arannis: It was a joke; lighten up.

In the aftermath the party explored their surroundings. In the next room they detected several Shadar-kai arguing with a Githyanki. Vyhev seemed intent on avoiding the group, but the rest of the party had other ideas. Frustrated by the rest of the party, Vyhev burst into the room and confronted the arguing parties. The Gith’s bodyguard unleashed a cloud of darkness that blocked the party’s view into the room.

Vyhev moves to the side of the door, a dangerous glint 
    in her eye and a strange smile on her lips
Arannis: (whisper) Ok, here's what I see. Two shadar-kai 
    armed with spiked chains are fighting with someone. 
    Some cloaked guy by the humanoid has a hand on his weapon. 
    Looks pretty tense in there...
Arannis: (whisper) If we charge, Vyhev has the lead.
Vyhev: Oh I get the lead NOW do I?
Arannis nods to Vyhev.
Vyhev sticks her head around the door and says...
Vyhev: OI THIS IS A LIBRARY KEEP IT DOWN WOULD YA?!
Arannis: (whisper) The one that isn't a shadar-kail is the 
    dangerous one, I'd wager.
Khem looks at Vyhev in stunned disbelief
Vyhev smiles at the group, her mouth open and her tongue slightly 
    caressing her fangs
Vyhev: Does that work for you?
Arannis: Ok, that's new...
Arannis: Well, we could have done something more subtle, but 
    that'll work.
Khem: Your lucky the elf is between us or I'd clack that jaw closed 
    on your lizard tongue!
Reginald: If you two fought like you yapped they'd be dead by now.
Vyhev: Watch it dwarf! Who you calling a lizard!?
Arannis rolls his eyes.
Khem: Well, I saw a talking newt once that Uncle Barl had bought it 
    was just bout as loud and brainless!
Arannis: You're not a lizard, Vyhev; they tend to be sneakier...
Khem: Ya chameleon's especially
Vyhev: mmm hmmm is that so?
Arannis nods.
Vyhev crosses her arms and taps her foot
Khem: Hell even Adamantine Lizards are quieter and I hear they 
    be loud snorer's
Arannis: Yep; the Feywild is lousy with chameleons and geckos; they 
    are fast and quite sneaky.
Arannis smiles jovially at Vyhev.
Arannis: (whisper to Khem) She seems to fight better if she is mad...
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Catering by Clank...

After vanquishing the Bonecrusher clan, Khem had his “encounter” with Leena the shadar-kai witch. During the pillow-talk he learned that Modra would be sabotaging the foundry and flooding the tower and the slave pens. Anxious to have a word with the myserious Modra, the party used the mustering of some mercenaries to approach the foundry. Khem spotted a flaw in the construction and the party was able to sneak up on the sabotouers. Our heroes had their hands full with the goblins, dark creeper and a bladerager troll. Throughout the fight Vyhev’s divine challenge, wreaked terrible damage, Reggie managed to knock the troll into one of the pits. Arannis managed to push Modra into a pit. Khem and Keldo worked over the minions and archers.

Memorable Moments

Services Rendered
Leena points at Khem, "You, dwarf, my tent. Let's see if goliaths 
    really do have the market on endurance!" 
Khem winks at the Shadar-kai
Leena strides off to her tent and the straight male (non-eladrin) 
    party members enjoy watching her leave.
Khem follows at a relaxed stride
Khem (mumbles): Bloody halfling
Reginald chuckles quietly to himself.
Arannis looks over at the paladin, amazed she didn't have some 
    remark to make.
Vyhev sighs markedly and watches the dwarf leave, a little shocked 
    by his actions as he has never displayed this part of his 
    personality in the past...
Keldo: we are following leena?
Arannis: I don't think so; I think they are going for some "alone time".
Reginald eyes the Dragonborn but thinks better of it.
Reginald: We should all probably find a place to bed down for the night.
Reginald: That fight was taxing.
Arannis: I'd say that's a good idea. I could use the rest; long day.
Vyhev: I didn't think the dwarf had thoughts in that direction, Bahamut 
    knows we have come across more...attractive females in the past
Reginald: I think he likes the down and dirty type.
Arannis: Desperate times, I guess. Might help us get work.
Huffing noises and the sound of furniture being roughly banged into sound 
    from the tent.
Arannis: Are you kidding? This is what life is all about! I should sleep 
    pretty soundly here.
Vyhev looks sideways at the eladrin "bully for you" 
Khem stumbles from the tent dropping his robes
Khem: Was it good for you lass!!!
Khem grins
Arannis chuckles.
Vyhev eyes open wide and she tries to turn away at the same time..
Khem: Alright gang we move out with the mercenaries tonight
Leena throws a belt at Khem striking him on the forhead. "Almost better 
    than 45 seconds of sleep" 
Khem laughs
Arannis: Any idea where we are headed?
Reginald: An idea where we can rest?
Arannis: That too...
Khem: The foundry...
Khem: in two hours
Arannis yawns.
Vyhev stretches "Indeed a rest, or an attempt at one, would likely do 
    us all good" 
Khem picks up the belt, comparing the color of the scales to that of Vyhev 
    to make sure it ain't here lizard kin.
Vyhev eyes narrow at Khem
Khem: Errr, black scales hot kin of yours I take it?
Vyhev: hardly, we are the RedScale Clan!
Vyhev: If we end up with blak scales, its from standing too long near the fire
Reginald: Hot kin? You do like the exotic ones don't you master Dwarf.
Khem: I feel like such a kept man, a beautiful belt for a job well done
Leena in the distance a voice can be heard, "I didn't have anything smaller 
    than a copper peice...consider the rest a tip" 
Watch it go off the rails…
Arannis: Anyone got a spare bit of cloth to wrap them in?
Khem Pulls out his Holey robes
Vyhev pulls a handkerchief from her sleeve
Scarlett (Vyhev): ROFL
Reginald: By cloth do you mean like a backpack?
Khem: Here use this, mind the spear holes but still a decent bit 
    of cloth left
Arannis: Thanks, Khem.
J Z: Khem could use his Shadar kai witch trophy pantys....but she 
    wasn't wearing any
Troy (Khem): but boy they do braid everything don't they
Arannis makes a small parcel for the pig bone leftovers, ties it in a 
    knot and sticks it in an outer pocket on his pack.
Jake (Arannis): rofl, Troy
Scarlett (Vyhev): lmfao
Nick (Reginald): wow
Scarlett (Vyhev): no razors? :P
Troy (Khem): just for the head
Nick (Reginald): no just some sharp teeth
Troy (Khem): Speaking of Bonecrushers... rofl
Arannis: (to Reg) Just trying to keep the juice from leaking onto my 
    clothes.
Troy (Khem): omg jake
J Z: That's what she said?
Jake (Arannis): rofl
Campaign saved.
Jake (Arannis): I didn't mean it like that; perverts :P
Scarlett (Vyhev): roflmao
Nick (Reginald): Uh huh
J Z: okay...that's what HE said?
Jake (Arannis): Is Reg a "fabulous" halfling?
Scarlett (Vyhev): arannis needs a codpiece for his armor :P
Reginald: Probably a good idea
Nick (Reginald): He comes off as such a dandy! 8)
Jake (Arannis): lol
Arannis: (to Reg) We'll talk about that Haversack later...
J Z: A codpeice with elven runes that read: "All deliveries please 
    use rear entrance?" 
Jake (Arannis): WOW
Troy (Khem): rofl
Jake (Arannis): lol
Scarlett (Vyhev): OMG
Scarlett (Vyhev): oh dear
Scarlett (Vyhev): o-kay moving right along.... LOL
It’s gettin hot in here…
Vyhev bats her eyelids as she adjusts to the heat..."this warm enough 
    for you dwarf?" 
Khem: Um, dwarves like hair, not scales Pally!
Reginald: I can arrange to batter her up and roll her around a barbershop 
    floor if that is what suits your fancy. I know people.
Arannis: You are a strange one, Reg.
Reginald: I just look out for my friends interests.
Arannis smiles.
Arannis: Nothing wrong with that at all, I'm just afraid to find out what 
    female you think suits me.
Reginald: I didn't think there was one.
The entire foundy is illuminated by the red glow of the lava trench its 
    oppressive heat fills the air and sears your lungs. The main floor 
    of the foundry is split into a number of workstations. Jagged 
    blades and pits seem to be everywhere.
Khem snaps back from the image of V rolled on a barbershop floor
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Now hiring a porter....

After a surprising arrival in the Shadowfell, the party attempted to discover just where they were and what was going on. Khem questioned several merchants about the M mark that was struck onto orc weapons, while Reggie, Vyhev, and Keldo circulated among the camp trying to fish out rumors. The party learned that Modra had brokered the weapons deal against his master’s, Sarshan, wishes. They also learned that the nearby slave bazaar was a cover for Sarshan’s strange experiments.

Meanwhile in a plane of fire, a lone eladrin fought a number of lava soldiers as he sought to avenge the deaths of his comrades. He cut through the first wave of guardians…only to be greeted by a bellowing roar…

Back in Umbraforge, the party sought out the nearest watering hole and ate “food” while seeking further information. They learned that Sarshan was once a great mercenary and was currently running the entire operation in Umbraforge from his nearby tower. In addition, they were encouraged to register with Leena over near the slave bazaar for mercenary work. With not much else to do the party decided to make their way to the slave bazaar.

In the plane of fire, the eladrin managed to fend off a second wave of lava guardians….only to be greeted by a mortally wounded Volcanic Dragon. Just as the beast was poised to strike a massive quake struck the plane….

Those in the Shadowfell felt a similar quake and then the ground burst before them spewing forth lava. The two planes warped and twisted merging into one. Suddenly the Eladrin was facing the dragon and lava guardians alongside Khem, Reggie, Vyhev and Keldo. The ensuing battle was brief as the badly wounded dragon was not able to hold off the adventurers for very long, and was eventually stabbed by Reginald Skydodger seconds before bleeding to death. Reginald Skydodger made sure the whole world knew he was now a dragonslayer. After the fight the mysterious eladrin was revealed to be Arannis, an avenger. Completely out of place in the Shadowfell, he joined up with the rest of the party.

Memorable Moments

J Z: Back to umbraforge!
J Z: People in town are doing what now? :)
Scarlett (Vyhev): looking for a bar I thought?
Khem: Looking for beer?
Jake (Arannis): *cough* running to help Arannis *cough*
Scarlett (Vyhev): lol Jake
Jake (Arannis): :P
Troy (Khem): An anus who?
Scarlett (Vyhev): you're doing fine
J Z: Running to loot his corpse maybe!
Jake (Arannis): Stop looking at my butt!
Nick (Reginald): He's a butt pirate... Arr-Anus.
Jake (Arannis): lol yeah, I'm almost afraid to live through 
    the encounter :P
E I E I O
The Bartender: Pfft...orcs....they aren't so tough...I heard some 
    upstart orc king tried to raid a dwarven city...was beaten 
    down by a bunch of farmer dwarves they say.
Vyhev: told ya
Vyhev: farmer dwarves?
Khem: Yeah, lots of dwarves out there picking berries there are?
Khem: Hurrramph!
The Bartender: Sarshan was none too happy with his right hand man after 
    that...seems he was worried the deal would come back to him.
The Bartender: Berries...rocks...whatever it is dwarves eat
Now Hiring
Reginald (Whisper): Those fools at camp wouldnt know a boot from 
    a shoehorn.
Vyhev: oh...
Khem: True they think dwarves are farmers for crying out loud
Arannis: At any rate, it appears I owe you a debt. I am willing to 
    aid you, if you'll have me.
Vyhev barks a short laugh
Reginald: Fate seems to have thrown you in our path. You're in luck 
    as we're looking to expand our numbers. You're not by chance a 
    skilled porter are you?
Vyhev: Indeed that was funny
Arannis: I've never seen a dwarf farm for anything but gold or gems.
Arannis raises an eyebrow at Reg.
Khem: I think we best move on though, our look someone will come looking 
    for all of this commotion
J Z: a skilled porter lol
Arannis: I can carry a backpack if that's what you mean. However, my skill 
    lies with my weapon. I'm pretty observant as well.
Khem: Well sir we almost mine for Souls for our gods, and soon you shall have 
    seen that as well
Khem stomps off
Arannis: Agreed, Khem. If you know of an inn nearby, I could use an ale.
Reginald: A blade is always useful as well. As long as you can carry your fair 
    share then all is well.
Reginald makes a mental note of things he can transfer from his pack to 
    Arannis's pack at the next opportunity.

The combined group now headed to the Slave Bazaar to meet with Leena, and see what kind of work could be had. Leena was unimpressed by Reggie’s tales of dragonslaying and decided to give the group an entrance examination. The party faced off against several ogres and their pet beetle. Keldo managed to annoy the ogres and became their punching bag. The rest of the party took advantage of this distraction and managed to slay the ogres largely unscathed.

Memorable Moments

Rated AO
Vyhev: who?
Leena snaps her fingers and looks to some nearby shadar-kai 
    slavers, "Boys...get the Bonecrushers" 
Reginald: In other news are you available?
Arannis rests his palm lightly on the hilt of his sword.
Reginald: My rugged friend here is interested in a little companionship 
    if you know what I mean.
Khem strokes his beard "Bonecrusher, bonecrusher why does that sound 
    familiar
Reginald grins roguishly and jerks a thumb at Khem.
Leena: We'll talk afterwards.....if he still has a bone that works
Reginald: He really digs your beads.
Arannis is fighting to keep from grinning.
[w] -> Khem: You're thinking it sounds like...ogres
Khem: Reg, wasn't that Ogre in Brindol a Bonecrusher?
Reginald: You know me I love them and leave them. I don't take names.
Leena: Shall we go to the practice field or do the mighty dragonslayers 
    need a moment ot powder their noses?
Vyhev surges torward the shadar-kai "show me the way sister, I will tear 
    these bonecrushers apart!" 
Reginald: I expect we'll be compensated for this performance?
J Z: Just remember if you and khem set up the double team...never make eye 
    contact during a devil's threeway
Jake (Arannis): ROFL
Khem: Nah we crack skulls powdered or un-powdered (mumbles) asides Reg likes 
    to urinate on 'em after
Scarlett (Vyhev): OMG
Nick (Reginald): It's not gay if the sacks touch... unless you like it.
Jake (Arannis): WOW
Troy (Khem): rofl
Scarlett (Vyhev): LMAO
Jake (Arannis): OK, tell me that's not a memorable moment :P
J Z: Might get my portal account banned for that!
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So that's what it opens....

The party continued their battle against the shadar-kai, dark creepers, and a shadow hound. Reggie put down the shadow hound, Khem and Keldo sent the dark creepers back to the Shadowfell (without their bodies), and Vyhev got in a hairpulling chick slap fight with the Shadar-kai witch. After the battle was over the party investigated the active portal and discovered it lead to a warehouse somewhere nearby. They then pressed forward through the remaining double doors.

Memorable Moments

Respect the Brocode
Vyhev -> Power [Virtue's Touch] [min]
Scarlett (Vyhev): Nicks not blinded anymore
Vyhev -> Power [Blessed Weapon - Daily] [free]
Scarlett (Vyhev): But the witch IS
Vyhev -> Power [Virtue's Touch] [min] - Effect: You remove one 
    condition from the target: blinded, dazed, deafened, slowed, 
    stunned, or weakened.; Special: You can use this power a number 
    of times per day equal to your WIS (minimum 1), but only 
    once per round.
Vyhev -> Power [Blessed Weapon - Daily] [free] - Use this power in 
    combination with Virtue's Touch to transfer a condition you remove 
    with Virtue's Touch to any single creature within 5 squares of you. 
    If the effect is transferred to an enemy, it is subject to your 
    Divine Sanction until the end of your next turn.
Effect 'Blinded' applied [to Shadar-kai Witch] [by Vyhev]
Vyhev -> [ATTACK (M)] Bolstering Strike (vs. AC)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [HIT]
Damage [11] -> [to Shadar-kai Witch]
Temporary hit points [2] -> [to Vyhev]
Effect 'Divine Challenge; Marked' expired [on Shadar-kai Witch]
Effect 'Limited LOS' allows a saving throw [on Vyhev]
[TURN] Keldo
Shadar-kai Witch: Curse you! You scaled hussy!
Effect 'Divine Challenge; Marked' applied [to Shadar-kai Witch] [by Vyhev]
Saving throw [14] -> [on Vyhev] [VS 'Limited LOS'] [SUCCESS*]
Vyhev: Who are you calling HUSSY you SKANK?
Effect 'Hunter's Quarry' applied [to Shadar-kai Witch] [by Keldo]
Keldo -> [ATTACK #2 (R)] Twin Strike (vs. AC)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [MISS]
Keldo -> [ATTACK #2 (R)] Twin Strike (vs. AC)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [MISS]
[TURN] Khem
Keldo: WHIF WHIF
Khem -> [ATTACK (R)] Divine Bolts (vs. Ref)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [MISS]
Khem -> [ATTACK (R)] Divine Bolts (vs. Ref)
Attack -> [at Dark Creeper 9] [AUTOMATIC MISS]
Troy (Khem): wow
J Z: Brocode prevents you from breaking up a chick fight
[TURN] Reginald
Troy (Khem): lmao
Oh no she didnt!
Vyhev (roars): I will kill you if it takes all day!
Effect 'Divine Challenge; Marked' replaced shorter effect [by Vyhev]
[TURN] Keldo
Shadar-kai Witch: Are you sure? Don't the soldiers get off duty 
    soon? You wouldn't want your best customers to go without 
    your....services
Vyhev eyes widen and glow sickly green
Keldo -> [ATTACK #2 (R)] Twin Strike (vs. AC)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [MISS]
Keldo -> [ATTACK #2 (R)] Twin Strike (vs. AC)
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [MISS]
Vyhev: You sound like you speak from experience there chickie
Vyhev: Maybe its you who wants to get out to the soldiers going 
    off-shift...?
Reginald wonders if there is a market for lizard sex
Scarlett (Vyhev): does he wonder ALOUD?
Nick (Reginald): no! 8)
Scarlett (Vyhev): lol
Khem -> [ATTACK (R)] Divine Bolts 
Attack -> [at Shadar-kai Witch] [HIT]
Khem -> [DAMAGE (R)] Divine Bolts 
Damage [8] -> [to Shadar-kai Witch] [DYING]
Witch is enveloped in lightning and dies!
Vyhev: Well, you won't be pleasuring your customers today, or 
    ever again!

In the next room the party encountered a dark creeper searching the body of a slain Shadar-kai. He quickly snatched a key from the body and then with an ancient curse brought forth an army of undead to cover his escape through the portal.

The wraiths dealt large amounts of damage to Vyhev and forced her to withdraw back into the ranks. But the fight seemed well in hand as Khem and Reggie managed to keep most of the wraiths pinned in a hallway for several rounds. Keldo and Vyhev worked on any that managed to break through the front lines. Unfortunately the seething wraith managed to strike Reggie with touch of madness and he broke ranks…rushing to attack Keldo. The wraiths swarmed through the opening and suddenly the party found itself surrounded. Keldo, Reggie, and Vyhev were all withing a hairs breadth of death but managed to hang on while Khem’s Visions of Blood tormented the wraiths back into their graves.

When the battle was over the party was faced with the choice of persuing the fleeing dark creeper or returning to the inn to rest for the night. Choosing to err on the side of caution, they trudged back up to the Happy Beggar and slept…while dark creepers were off doing evil things….

Memorable Moments

Khem goes Divine Alpha
Khem: Erathis commands thee back to the grave!
Khem -> [ATTACK (C)] Channel Divinity: Rebuke Undead
Attack -> [at Seething Wraith] [MISS]
Attack -> [at Wraith 6] [HIT]
Attack -> [at Wraith 4] [HIT]
Attack -> [at Wraith 9] [MISS]
Attack -> [at Wraith 2] [HIT]
Attack -> [at Wraith 12] [HIT]
Damage [7] -> [to Wraith 6] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Damage [7] -> [to Wraith 4] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Damage [7] -> [to Wraith 12] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Damage [7] -> [to Wraith 2] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Damage [3] -> [to Seething Wraith] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Damage [3] -> [to Wraith 9] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Wraith 6] [by Khem]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Wraith 4] [by Khem]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Wraith 9] [by Khem]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Wraith 2] [by Khem]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Wraith 12] [by Khem]
Khem -> Action point used.
Khem -> [ATTACK (R)] Thunder of Judgment
Attack -> [at Seething Wraith] [HIT]
Attack -> [at Wraith 9] [MISS]
Attack -> [at Wraith 2] [HIT]
Damage [11] -> [to Seething Wraith] [PARTIALLY RESISTED]
Damage [11] -> [to Wraith 2] [PARTIALLY RESISTED]
Effect 'Dazed' applied [to Seething Wraith] [by Khem]
J Z: The moment I drop undead all the divine characters begin salivating!
Khem -> [HEAL] Relic of the Martyr - Encounter [COST 1] [0] [1d6 = 0]
Heal [0] -> [to Khem]
Khem -> [DAMAGE] Relic of the Martyr - Encounter [TYPE: radiant] [1] [1d8 = 1]
Damage [1] -> [to Seething Wraith] [PARTIALLY RESISTED] [VULNERABLE]
Khem -> Power [Clockwork Robes - Encounter] [min]
Temporary hit points [5] -> [to Khem]
I’m sure it sounded better before he typed it out
Khem: Our gods protect us. flee now that you may live
Khem: or be undead at least.
Onward?
In the distance the clucking of many chickens is heard.
Reginald: You guys hear that? They're preparing tonights 
    meal.. beer battered chicken!
Khem Sniffs the air
Scarlett (Vyhev): lol
Khem: I don't smell ale (mummbles) about paladin bar keeeps
Vyhev: Not everyone has your preference for ale, good dwarf

The party returned after taking a rest and investigated the portal. They discovered two keyholes and managed to activate the gateway using the key they had been carrying around since they fought Iranda in the boiler room. They took the plundge and passed through the gate only to find themselves in a room very similar to the one they had just left. They exited the chamber and were shocked to find themselves in the Shadowfell!

How will the party get back? Is there such a thing as beer-battered shadow chicken? Hey what about that Modra guy?
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Beggars can't be Creepers

Following the trail of dark creepers from the Pickled Imp to a place known as The Clean Sheets, the party set out across Overlook. As their destination drew near, they realized they were being followed. Around the same time, Khem felt a strange vibration coming from his pack. After a few tense moments where the party squared off against their mysterious tail, the vibrations were traced to the sending stone Khem had taken off one of the Claw of the Griffon corpses.

Memorable Moments

For once the halfling wasn’t guilty
The female who approaches you wears brown leather beneath a green 
    cloak, and a longbow is slung across her chest. Quietly, she says 
    "I believe you carry something that belonged to my sister. " 
Reginald: Hear that Khem she has a sister!
Reginald elbow nudges Khem.
Vyhev eyebrows raise
Khem frowns behind his beard
Vyhev: by "you" do you mean me, or one of us?
Keldo: My dear lady a sister you say, could she possibly hold a candle to 
    your loveliness
Vyhev: my question mark doesnt want to work
Woman: One of you. I'm not sure which one.
Khem: We do not carry anything that belongs to another I am certain
Woman eyes the party carefully and then stops pointing at Khem...."You" 
Reginald thinks back and doesn't recall stealing anything recently.
Khem: Lass, I would not have even taken your sisters virtue little 
    alone her property

The stranger explained that her name was Reniss and her sister Jen was a member of the Claw of the Griffon. She journeyed to Overlook when the sending stone ceased functioning. Jen’s final message was a single word, “Iranda”. The party recognized this of the name of the key bearing dark creeper they defeated in the boiler room. Reniss went on to detail her own search for Iranda and how it ended at the Clean Sheets. There she had found a nearly deceased dark creeper and managed to coax the name of one of Iranda’s haunts, a boarding house named The Happy Beggar. After learning the party had slain Iranda and that Jenwas in fact dead, Reniss excused herself to go make the required preparations for her deceased sister.

The party headed to The Happy Beggar and were greeted by a husband and wife team of inn keepers. The couple was as bland as the boiled meat they served, but closer inspection of the inn revealed a secret passage in the cellar. Following this lead the party to a small cliff where they were attacked by a number of giant bats. The bats hit and run tactics proved no match for Khem and Keldo’s ranged abilities. with the threat dispatched, the party had searched the area and among some rubble located a fine suit of platemail.

Memorable Moments

Everyone loves paladins!
Vyhev: The happy Beggar...oh yes, that is a poorhouse run by a 
    husband/wife paladins
Khem bemoans the dealings with more pallys
Vyhev: you have a problem with paladins, good Khem?
Vyhev: We do the good work of fighting and protecting that most clerics 
    are too squeamish for
Khem: Clanking, noisy self-righteous...(looks at V's sword) no no problem
Vyhev smiles and says "good answer" 
Maybe Khem is wearing a dress aand not a robe…
A flurry of movement erupts from the shadows of the ceiling. Four enormous 
    bats shriek as they drop toward you, their bladed tails slashing 
    the air.
Khem: Bloody Flying Rats!!!!!
Khem shrieks
Vyhev screams a startled yip as the bats dive, as seems required of women 
    in these sorts of situations
Kloog!
Among the rocks you find....armor!
Vyhev: Now that is some fine looking armor!
Khem: pah smells of Magic, here Reg that would be more your speciality 
    than mine
Troy (Khem): ie my arcana check blows
GM: A gnome runs in, IDs it where reggie fails and then runs away to a 
    spot 5 squares behind the party

Pressing deeper into the cavern, the party encountered an area that was obviously man made. Several dark creepers were pushing a cart into a portal. A Shadar-kai witch stood nearby overseeing their activities. Seizing upon the advantage of surprise, the party leapt into combat. The dark creepers let the hounds loose and the shadar-kai witch befouled the party with her dark magic. Reggie and Vyhev took the brunt of the damage, while Khem’s radiant attacks felled one of the Shadow hounds. The evening ended with the battle looking pretty even…

Memorable Moments

Team Modra
Shadar-kai Witch: Fools! More of Modra's Mercenaries!
Khem: Great we have allied ourselves with that Armors dealer
Vyhev: More?
Shadar-kai Witch: You didn't really think you were the first he hired did 
    you? What honeyed words did he use? Did he tell you how special you 
    were?
Shadar-kai Witch laughs cruely.
Reginald: He said you weren't competent enough to complete the task.
Vyhev: I...we dont...We are against Modra!

Will our heroes survive to do more of Modra’s bidding? What’s with all these dark creepers? Where does that portal go?

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Desperately seeking creepers

After the events of Khaza’rula and Bordrin’s Watch, our heroes returned to Overlook with more questions than answers.

They began to search the city for clues involving the marks they found on the orc weapons, the key they found on a dark creeper, and the plots of dopplegangers. They stumbled upon rumors of dark creeper arms dealer named, Modra. Further investigation linked him to Iranda, the orc invaders, and the criminal organization known as the Lost Ones.

The party had previously encountered the Lost Ones. Vyhev had even tasked a defeated a doppleganger named Miridus into keeping the Lost Ones from bothering, Reggan. They headed to the Mountain Hearth, to hopefully find the Lost Ones’ trail. Upon entering the establishment a human spotted them and bolted out the backdoor. The chase ended in an alley where the party began to question the man and found he was in fact Miridus. They proceeded to question him an alley, unfortunately it wasn’t long before they found themselves surrounded by Lost Ones.

Khem engaged a human mage in some arcane duel, Reggie managed to avoid an uncanny number of attacks from an orc beserker, Keldo put arrows into everything and Vyhev actually became a beserker herself when Khem made a comment about lizards. And the Miridus cried, hid, and eventually ran away.

Memorable Moments

Scales chafe easily
Vyhev kicks the guards bodies, largely looking for anything of 
value, muttering angrily "Lizard, they keep with the lizard, 
though our proud ancestors were once chattel of the lizardfolk 
we are now free DRAGONBORN!" 
No questions asked
Dying human: "key....money.......imp
Dying human dies.
(before Reggie stabs him)
Khem: What did he say about an imp?
Keldo: something about key money imp
Khem: Hmmm, is Mordra an imp you think?

The dying words provided the Keldo with a clue that lead them to an unsavory tavern known as The Pickled Imp. The party slowly filtered into the tavern making subtle inquiries about arms deals, underground kobold fights, and dark creeper arms dealers. Reggie and Khem quickly caught the attention of a grizzled old veteran named Brenat. Meanwhile Vyhev and Keldo engaged the bartender, Flobik, in conversation and ended up ordering the house special. The house special turned out to be a laddle full of the brown liquid that was pickling the imp which gave the bar it’s name. Vyhev passed out but Keldo remained on his feet. Brenat excused himself when Reggie and Khem pressed him for more details.

After the excitement, Flobik mentioned that Brenat had only appeared a few hours before the party and was asking about Modra himself. Finally he pointed the party to a third party that was seeking dark creepers, a woman, who was supposedly headed to a place known as Clean Sheets.

Memorable Moments

House Special
Vyhev (quietly to Keldo): the barkeep said one of sterner stuff 
    than I would drink it...no shame if you decline, I 
    ordered for you
The crowd begins to chant...at first you can't make it out and then 
    slowly it dawns on you they are chanting "Imp...Imp...Imp..." 
    over and over
Flobik unscrews the lid of the pickled imp jar and dips the laddle DEEP 
    into the brown fluid.......it smells worse than you could 
    have imagined.
Vyhev looks sideways at Keldo
Nick (Reginald): you poor bastards.
Keldo pales
Flobik empties the laddle into Vyhev's glass......bits of white imp flesh 
    float around in the liquid.
Khem (Mutters): That lot will be wishing for dwarven stomachs before the 
    night is out mark me words
Vyhev (quietly to Keldo): remember, no dishonor in declining, you didn't 
    know what I was getting you into...
Flobik gets a second laddle for Keldo and then slides the glasses to 
    the two "lucky" patrons
The crowd is banging on tables now and cheering
Vyhev looks at the size of the glasses "I thought you said a shot?" 
Keldo picks up glass, looks at Vyhev ... ready?
Keldo prays the cleric has a spell to fix him after this
Vyhev lifts her glass and swirls it for a moment like a fine brandy...
Vyhev says a quick prayer to Bahamut and darts a look around the bar
Vyhev lifts her glass in salute to Keldo, then the patrons
Keldo ditto
Vyhev takes a deep breath, "now or never" and lets the breath out 
    completely, then upends the glass to drink quickly like bad medicine, 
    winks at the bartender, and downs the drink
Vyhev slams the emptied glass on the bar
Keldo 's jaw drops.. wow, she did it..
Keldo prepares to catch her..
Vyhev winks at keldo
Keldo takes the glass.. and downs it..
Vyhev notices the lights seem to be growing and dimming
Keldo: wow purty lites
Vyhev: isn't it really pretty when they go all blue like that?
Vyhev eyes roll up in her head and she slumps on the stool, sliding to the floor
The crowd cheers wildly!
Flobik: Wait wait we're not done! There's still the elf!
Keldo: what elf?
Sigil, city of whores?
Reginald: What can you tell me about this key? *sets a key out 
    infront of Flobik next to a pouch of money.*
Vyhev snores quietly on the floor
Flobik: It's a key? I'm a bartender not a locksmith
Reginald: Doesn't look familiar?
Reginald: One more question then, do you know the name of that 
    old guy who just left or where we might find him? 30 gold 
    pieces in it for you if you help us find him.
Flobik scratches his head, "Not more so than any other key? 
    Why is it special?" 
Reginald: I don't know I'm just grasping at straws. Could belong 
    to a whores room for all I know.
Flobik: Now that would be a key to have!
Reginald chuckles in agreement.
Vyhev snorts slightly in her sleep as she shifts position and 
    continues to snore
Flobik: The old guy called himself Brenat...never saw him before today
Reginald: Damn
Reginald replaces the pouch and key on his person leaving a couple of 
    coins out to tip the Bartender.
Reginald: I guess I'll be back for the next Kobold cage match then.
Flobik: There was a woman by a ew days ago....foresty type...asking 
    about dark creepers....I heard she was headed to the Clean 
    Sheets if that helps?
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