Over the Sea and Far Away

D&D with Decimar
Bringing the Band Back Together

It has been a little while

We have managed to stabilize the valley down to the south and are working with the populations there and we found ourselves at the point where we were freed up enough to work on the consecration of the temple.

We traveled into the mountains and found ourselves facing a flat rock door along the side of the hill.   When the door was opened, the flying bats attacked us as we climbed to the entrance and we managed to fight them off.   When we arrived at the top of the entrance we managed to get ourselves settled into the entry hall but were faced off nearly immediately by some constructs.  There was a nasty fight and we eventually gained entrance to the Eld structure.   

During our explorations we were able to find a laboratory and in that lab we managed to free up a living Eld who had been captured in stasis.   We had a significant chat with him and during that period of time learned some of Eld History, their approach to science ( magic ) and had a chat with our anachronistic friend.

He gave us some idea of what the structure was for and some of the issues that had led to his putting himself in stasis.   We took hints from him and managed to fight down both a paper demon type creature and a very nasty demon that were trapped in the treasure room.  Magic Circle and magical protections were exceptionally helpful and useful here.

We managed to retrieve the bowl and several other items in the cave and after that we prepared to get Decimar out of the place and bring him somewhere else.  We found out about Eld History, their approach and he helped answer questions about what we were doing and what the place was.   He is knowledgeable about magic and so on but he's been out of the loop for some 16000 years.

On our way out of the laboratory we were attacked by Gloom and his Gloom hounds.  In addition there were a trio of giants waiting to stop us from leaving.   Merrick prayed for help from the Morrigu and the triad of Morrigu's chosen were given ravens wings to help fight.   We managed to fight the hound down and burn down Gloom in the bright daylight of Merricks spell.  Finally at the end of the fight Shade flew out over the giants and proclaimed them to stop in the name of the Morigu and one of the giants proclaimed themselves to the Morrigu.  She was the shadow priest from the giant tribe.  Her tribe was an old follower of the Morrigu and some of them have remained faithful.  We will need to return to them and get them fully under the sway at some point.

Gnomes and wolves
New friends and old

An uneventful sail across blackwater bay, and a paddle up the river towards Blawtro.  Midnight wolf rescue and river crossing.  Morwen reclining (read: passed out) in the outrigger canoe while the big burly men paddle her (and everyone else) upstream.

Meeting the gnomes, preparing for the council meeting with Oswin.  Oswin is generally in favour of dealing with the Morrigu, probably accepting her patronage in return for protection from the Lord of the Evening (from whom they escaped long ago, with Oswin as one of the architects)

Talking with Oswin about the Eld and their power generation network, and whether it's wise to bring it back online. Talking about trading for research materials on the eld at the Goblin Market.

Sounds great!

Much talk at Raven's Bay of revenge and piracy — perhaps revenge piracy — and the suprising endorsement thereof by the party and leadership at raven's bay.

A trip to sanctuary to deal with the prisoners, explore the coastline near sanctuary to visit an obsidian monolith, and find a gnomish (maybe) cave that doesn't appear to be connected to the underground path network (yet).

Being of Service

The being with the blue eyes introduced himself as Decimar, and bargaining commenced once the usual pleasantries and how-do-you-dos were completed.

Myron could sense the artifact he was after as being almost directly upstairs, and Decimar knew which one he was talking about.  Two choices were offered: barter in items of magical significance, or service.

After a quick run through the party's magical items revealed that only the best ones were acceptable, they settled on service.

[service was provided]

Cautiously Seeking Relics
Plants? In the Water‽ OMG!

Having squared away the mystery of the abducted sister, and laid plans for decorating the new temple to the group's forgotten fey patron with a cut-off tree stump, the question of what to do next naturally arose.

In the course of conversation, which can only have happened over beers (because adventurers), several options were discussed and discarded.  Chief among the discarded ideas was returning to Sanctuary briefly to "delicately" extract information from the captured soldiers of the Colonial Guard. Several other ideas were tried on for size, but Myron's dreams led the way.

Greed.  Greed also led the way. There are pieces of armour contained in an other dimensional pocket (also known as the party's folding boat), which would look mighty good on several of the characters. The main problem with those pieces of armour is that they were removed from the corpse of one of the members of a fey court in messy circumstances. The concern is that the rest of his friends may be able to locate that armour and retrieve it, most likely in similarly messy circumstances. When the parties involved can, for sport, lay waste to moderatly large villages… Well, you get the picture.

So, Greed. If the temple to the Morrigue gets built, the armour in question can be freed of certain enchantements and be safe to use. But to consecrate the temple, certain relics appearing in Myron's dreams are required.  The party chose to chase relics.  Obviously.

On account of his continual dreams, and his divine connection to the Morrigue, Myron could close his eyes and point to the locations of the relics. The closest one was almost directly east of Raven's Bay, in uncharted waters closer to the middle of the lake. No one in town knew anything about the middle of the lake except that it's a bad idea to venture there because boats just "disappear."

The group uncomfortably set off in their outrigger canoe, on account of their main ship being occupied by dangerous treasure.  After about one and a half days of paddling and sailing, land was sighted. A black island rose out of the water directly ahead, and from a point near a nice harbour rose a black-glass city, from which rose a magnificient tall tower made of black glass. The extremely impressive base of another tower rose from the city, which would have dwarfed everything around had it not been shattered at some point in its history. Surrounding the island was a ring of very large lily pads, out to a distance of about 1/2 mile. There were occasional flowers, and the pads looked almost large enough to support a human.

The party stopped quickly, about 200 yards from the plants and discussed their options. These lily pads were clearly menacing and of great concern. Varis slung a rock at the closest, to no effect. Morwen threw an apple core into the midst of them, to similar effect. Unmollified, the courageous and resourceful band decided to back off a bit more and circle the lake to look for another harbour. While paddling back a bit, it was noticed that there was absolutely no observable sea-life near the island, save the plants.

A telepathic message was dispatched to the sea elf allies, asking them if they knew of this island and whether the plants were harmful. A reply returned indicating that the plants were not harmful, but that the fish which live among them most certainly are. The fish disturb the minds of elves who swim near and then eat the unfortunate victims. Avoid the island if at all possible.

Vindicated, and only slightly deterred, a circuit of the strangely circular island was decided upon, and took the rest of the day and part of the night. As night fell, there remained light, but not just from the usual sources. There were lights in among the lily pads, down in the water. Upon their return to the only harbour on the island, Morwen summoned forth a column of moonlight and played it over the eerie lights in the water.

For some time, nothing happened. The fifth light, on being touched by the moonlight, moved violently and disappeared beneath the water. Wrenaldo and Shade observed that it had been a bit larger than the rest of the lights, and that Morwen should find another like it. She did, and had similar results. The canoe, by this point was drifting among the plants.

Consulting Arnik about how quickly landfall could be made if everyone who could reach the water with a paddle worked as hard as they could, it was decided that around 10 minutes would suffice. This was conveniently around the same amount of time that Morwen thought she could maintain a lightning storm active for. An unsubtle entrance was started.

Everyone paddled as if their lives depended on it, and Morwen (who had secretly been wanting to use this spell for a while) called forth lightning on every flicker of light in the water. They arrived safely at a pair of massive black sea gates which were slightly ajar.

Inside those gates, no plants grew. The inner harbour was, by Arnik's guess, three to four hundred yards across, and was furnished with two docks made of black glass. The canoe was tied up at the closest of the two, and the party disembarked.

The dock, the walls, and everything about the city appeared to have been made from a single piece of material. The walls, when touched, seemed to pulse slightly warmly, and buzz faintly in the back of the head. The gates to the city were ajar as well, with no signs of inhabitants. Everyone walked through the gate to see the city beyond. In front of the gate, a road ran straight into a cluster of buildings, and off to the left was a road to a courtyard where the smaller of the towers rose. On the road, there were some black lumps which looked suspiciously like corpses, so our heroes decided to go in that direction.

The corpses appeared to be made of the same material as the city, and laid in the foetal position as if they'd been burned alive. Myron said a prayer for the dead over the corpses, and heard a dry chuckle in the back of his mind rather than the usual sound of raven wings. Discomfited, the group continued along the road, stopping at a corner of the wall to the inner city to observe the small tower from a distance.

There appeared to be something moving near the door to the tower. It flowed rather than walked, and seemed to be yelling in a not-quite-language and pounding on the gate of the tower. Approaching somewhat cautiously — though not sneakily — our brave party heard the shouting cease and took off running around the tower. Pursued, but pulling away, the gate eventually showed itself. The gate and wall were smooth and undamaged, with a slight depression to the right of the door. Intuiting that it was part of a mechanism to open the door, Wrenaldo laid his palm upon it.  A faint glow ringed the depression, then vanished, and the door silently swung open. A matching panel on the other side swung the door shut just as the monster came running.

Myron checked, and the artifact showed itself as being nearly directly above him. Up the stairs everyone trooped, finding odd not-quite-windows in the walls that afforded a view over the interior wall of the city, and of the devestation of the ruined tower. At the top of the second flight of stairs, there was another door, which refused to open for Myron when he tried it. Wrenaldo, of the pointy ears, opened it with ease.

Inside the room laid a scene that none, save perhaps Varis, will be able to put the right words to if they even try. There were tall structures of metal and glass, glowing from within, joined by strands of wire running every which way. In the centre of the room was a crystal tree nearly as tall as a real tree, of a species which might be distantly related to those Morwen knows.

As they entered the room, the party saw movement to the sides of the door. Metal heads swivelled, and a blue light glowed within their eye sockets.  Thankfully they did nothing except watch as everyone walked down the central aisle towards the tree.

A new being, eyes again glowing blue, stepped out from between some of the tall wire-entangled structures, and greeted the party.

Killin' Fey
a d&d response to an amber alert

Wrenaldo woke in the very early morning after everyone had returned to Raven's Bay.  He was feeling itchy and unsettled, like something was poking him in the back of his brain.  Slowly waking, he recognized the feeling as the one he gets when the Morrigon (the Faerie he has sworn his oath to) is trying to tell him something.

Calling on the power of his Oath, he was able to identify the stale lingering "smell" of fey creatures somewhere inside the pallisade of the town.  Worried about the potential contents of the house, and what the repercussions of entering unbidden would be, he woke everyone else.  The group decided to talk to the town leaders. Apparently, a family of four lives in that house, and the group should just enter.

Inspection of the house revealed a by-now-familiar coppery scent, and the expected dead bodies. Three bodies revealed themselves, the mother and father in one room and a young boy in the other.  Merrick (now going by Myron) decided to apply some of his new knowledge and summoned the father's spirit back for a chat.

The father didn't know much: he had heard a noise in the night, opened his eyes and was immediately set upon by creatures with glowing eyes.  Then he died.  He pleaded with the crew to retrieve his daughter whose body hadn't been found.  Who can argue with the spirit of a dead father? (or, really, who wants to be haunted by a vengeful spririt when you say "nah, don't feel like it".)

Declining to enter a halfling-sized tunnel reeking of strange creatures, the party made its way outside the pallisade and found the other side of the tunnel used to abduct the girl.  Footprints were quickly found by several folks who, by now, have become adept at this sort of thing. Tracking was pretty easy until the terrain slowly turns into a swamp, whereupon the little non-human prints simply vanished, as if a spell had been cast.  After some time — and frankly, a little luck — the indentation of the heel of a girl's foot was found, and proved to be enough to track the girl to a cave near enough to the ocean to hear the waves over the whine of biting insects.

The mouth of the cave was surrounded by impenetrable and injurious thorn bushes, which were used for cover as the party snuck up for a better look.  Shade, though wearing a breastplate and hauling a large sword, surprised everyone by tiptoeing so delicately that he was effectively invisible.  Myron looked quite pleased about that.

Staying wide of the cave mouth, Arnik was quite startled as six smallish creatures emerge from their hiding places just below the surface of the dirt.  Morwen had been on edge, and managed to spring a spell on them just as their heads cleared the dirt.  Sadly, her favoured vines merely slid from the creatures' arms, apparently unwilling to ensnare old friends.

One of the critters, larger and more painted than the rest, recognized magic for what it was, and rushed at Morwen and raked her across the stomach before she could retreat.  Morwen screeched in pain as she felt shards of the creature's claws embed themselves in her flesh, continuing to tear at her whenever she moved.

Flush with new knowledge, and facing five unknown but angry-looking creatures, Arnik retreated to a safe distance taking a small wound as he did so. At a safe distance, with a bit of a wild look in his eye, Arnik mutterd and pointed at the creatures.  Even he seemed surprised by the results: a streak of light followed by a roar as a large ball of fire erupts.  When the ball was gone, so were the small beings which had recently been standing there.  Wrenaldo and Shade proceeded to chivalrously turn the nasty brute menacing poor defenceless Morwen into a corpse.

Arnik, a small grin lingering on his face, crossed the glade to talk with someone and stepped right on the head of another of the creatures lying in wait under the earth.  A pitched battle ensued, during which the fighers got to show off their prowess.  Wrenaldo, full of insights from his time spent training, was a blur, eliminating three critters in his first round.  Shade weighed in, taking one out and drawing their attention, and the rest fell quickly.  Several got to (momentarily) experience flight at the hands of a well-placed thunderwave spell on Varis' part, unfortunately they didn't survive the landing.

Into the cave went they, and several more small groups of beasts fell to sword and spell. But then a bramble hedge appeared, and enemies emerged from the walls and the hedge in all directions.  Our heroes were surrounded.  Myron remembered a spell, and brought forth a circle of ravens which dealt death to all who approached.  The hedge was quickly breached with no enemies to worry about.

The sound of chanting made itself known, and our heroes quickly moved to investigate.  Myron made sure to visit all of the branching paths with his circle of ravens, causing many shrieks of pain.

At last, the main chamber was breached, just as the ravens vanished in a puff of black smoke. Bereft of their protection, our crazed heroes pressed onwards towards the sounds of frenzied chanting. The head priest, upon seeing the groups of invaders, plunged his wooden dagger into the chest of the abducted girl and turned, snarl upon his face, to face the new threat.

There, however, the priest stopped, held as he was by a spell from Morwen. Shade bravely charged into a room full of enemies, delivering a solid blow to the priest. As a reward for his bravery, a room full of painted defenders surrounded shade and started clawing at his armour.  Several found gaps, but Shade shrugged and threw them off. Wrenaldo jumped into the

Myron reached deep into his reserves of strength, and summoned forth another flock of ravens. The defenders quickly fell to the Morrigon's minions, and our party set about rescuing the presumably dead girl on the altar.

Luck had it that she wasn't quite dead, just very stabbed.  Application of healing at just the right moment as the dagger was removed kept her breathing, and she was carried from the alter to rest in Morwen's care.

On the floor of a sunken area in the cavern, near the altar, was a tangle of roots surrounding a fey portal.  After some debate, and some clairvoyance on Myron's part, all except Morwen entered the portal. As far as the eye could see, a thorny forest stretched to the horizon. Utter blackness curved up and overhead, making the place feel very alien: a quick return was decided upon.  Speculation ensued about whether this was part of the demense of the Queen of Thorns, who lies ensnared in magical traps in her fortress on the east side of Lake Ebonheart.

The girl was re-united with the community without memory of the incident, and a work party was organized to bring back the roots of the tree from then central chamber, which will help consecrate the temple to the Morrigon which Myron is building in Raven's Bay.

Moving Mobs and Mountains
Logistics 101




Guiding several hundred people through dangerous woods.

Interpersonal discussions.

How to deal with angry red caps and suprise them

Hiding 500 people is fun

Planning to steal a boat,,, with no plan but a great location.


Sorting through the Rubble and the Trouble
How to run an evac - p2

Party settles into meeting with Traven and his associates.

Makes a deal with the remaining colonial administration (they get their stuff out, leave the extra food, no harm will come to them).

Round up the people of the village, prepare to travel.

Merrin and Shade get some visits and get to make some decisions.

Departure from the town, meeting up at a mining camp about a days march east of Blawtro.



write write write

I wish we had a boat, and a crew
Guess those Asterix Books and a botched roll worked out....

Charming our way onto the boat.

Killing the guards

Removing the rowers 'leader' while we freed them.

Giving the rowers an alternative that would make them no longer slaves.

Transporting the Transported to their new home.

Going into some down t

The road to Heckfire is paved with good intentions
Did I do that ?

Early in the morning we decide to depart the gnomish village.   After some discussions, it's clear to everyone that we're eager to investigate the happenings in and around the eastern end of the lake.   There are numerous concerns about the unknown elements and the dangers brewing beneat the waves.

We do decide to try to help with the events in Blawtro, and particularly we want to help Traven with his poison issue.   We decide to send in some of our 'less well known' friends in to discuss with Traven and to try to cure his poisoning.

The situation in Blawtro is terrible and this is quickly evident as we arrive in town.   The keep has been closed by the colonial guard and the town is bloated by transported from all over the southern colonies who have fled or departed the nearby camps and mines.

The find their way to Travens bunker, escorted by a very busy Orik.   He has been trying to handle Travens affairs, but things are extremely busy and things are on the edge of blowing up in town.   There are lines of people leaving Blawtro, or at least lines of richer people leaving Blawtro.   The more modest people of Blawtro and most of the transported are stuck in town.

Morwen manages to assuage some of the disease which Traven has but they decide to hold off on removing the poison.   The poison itself is a highly addictive substance that may be more of an issue in withdrawal than it is in his system.   Traven asks the party to help keep a lid on Blawtro and he asks that we come offer what help we can.   He tells us of the flying creatures hunting in the woods, the giant wolf creatures and the trees that come alove.   Most of the colonial guard was slaughtered in the woods a few weeks back and the town is basically unprepared or defended from the dangers in the woods.

Morwen and Varris return to the party and manage to convince us to come take a look at the town.  We hike up towards town seeing manage of the refugees on the street and as we get close the thunder in the storm associated with the great hunt starts in earnest.    As we travel under a pass without trace spell we manage to get right up next to town and we see horses flying in the air with riders on their back.  The riders have huge long spears that they are harassing people with, swooping down and killing them.   It's a slaughter.

Merrick pulls out a few cold iron arrows and some cold iron daggers from his pack and he hands them out amongst the party members.   He hands some of them to everyone and then, as we're deciding if we should hit these things or not he utters the words "Well you should use your judgement" afterwhich Shade lets loose with an arrow, striking the mounted fey with a longbow shot.

The fey dives towards us on his mount and treats for us to duel him in honorable combat.   He is nearly immediately hit with a 'shrink' (reverse enlarge), an entangle and this really hurts his ability to hurt us with his charge.   Somehow we manage to keep him down and in a bloody, quick and vicious piece of combat we manage to beat this superior foe.  Heroically doing everything we can against this extremely dangerous, extremely powerful creature.  It's a great victory and then we slowly realize,,,, oh yeah,,,, all his friends are here too and we just killed their ally……….