Chornalth Adventures - Liga

Arc 2, Session 33, the Stone Archway

I think someone objects to us coming this way...

Our Journey began the 11th of Coldeven, 599 CY.
Last session it was the 2nd of Reaping, 600 CY.

Our Merry band consists of the following:

Alexander, human swashbuckler,
Alianna, olven wizard,
Elissa, olven bard,
Elzedar, mongrelman rogue
Firax1s, fraal psion,
Kitiana, human cleric of Mystra,
Tahiri, human jedi and
Taz, human fighter and his dwarven manservant, Lassiter.

The next day, Khelben invited Kitiana and her group to dinner, and after an excellent meal got down to his dissection of the poem/prophesy they’d placed before him. While his goddess had offered him no new insights, he did point out that in the distant past, a kingdom of giants had ruled a large portion of Toril, and that those giants had, in their writings, spoken of an even earlier ‘golden age’ in which all giants had been of one race, and had ruled an even greater empire.

The only truly new thought he interjected was that it was obvious from certain passages that others would be passing into the past as well, and that those others might have means of making the journey or knowledge that the party lacked. He also noted that there were magical arts how long lost that could flourish anew, if only someone brought the knowledge of them back with them.

The next day the group splintered, with Akono and Emerald, for separate reasons, deciding to remain behind on Toril. The remaining members were teleported to Baronia, and traveled the Celestial Road to the city of Shatura, in what was known as the Sunelan Empire, a land none members of the party except Firax1s had ever heard of. Alexander, of Suloise descent himself, was surprised to find that it claimed direct descent from the ancient Suel Imperium of old, and that it had escaped the Rain of Colorless Fire that had destroyed the Imperium’s heartlands so long ago.

After a few days of sightseeing and whatnot, Firax1s teleported the group back to Greyhawk City in clumps. Several more days were spent refitting and resupplying, but at last the group set out for the Barrier Peaks. Travel was uneventful in Veluna, but as they slept at an inn in the Lorridges one night, their horses (and only theirs) were slain in their stables. Kitiana, using a combination of spells, questioned the spirits of the dead horses, who knew only that they had been slain by oddly scented ‘not men’ who came from ‘over there’.

Several nights later, camping in a field in Bissel, the group was assaulted in the dark of night by six golden hued warriors dressed much like ninjas, who bore silenced stones on their persons and threw small bombs filled with sleep poison. As we broke for the evening, the group stood victorious over their foes, who one by one vanished like popping soap bubbles…

It is now the 28th of Reaping, 600 CY.
XP: 1000

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