Chornalth Adventures - Liga

Arc 4, Episode 51, the Second Mark
Beyond the Gates of Darkness

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 10th of Ready’reat, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon

Aboard Click-clack’s vessel, Sam soon found himself in a cell, transported there by Click-clack. After several minutes, he came to visit Sam and explained that he’d done this to help Sam avoid “the ladies”. But Sam indicated that he wouldn’t mind seeing the ladies again, so he soon found himself face-to-face with the Furies, who were simply delighted to see their Azamadra again!

After they left to prepare the ‘Mind Sifter’, Sam realized that this “reunion” was something he’d been a fool to ask for, so he escaped his cell by assuming Gaseous Form and entering the ship’s air recycling vents. After becoming Invisible and damaging several doors, he found his way into the Hanger Bay control room, knocked out the drow ensign on duty there, stealing her comm-badge and Walkman in the process.

After this he vented the hanger bay to vacuum, he tried to get back to the door to the main hanger, but wound up killing one guard before being trapped by internal security shields and beamed back into his cell sans equipment. The youngest of the Furies then arrived to finger-waggle at him and inform him that they were almost ready for him.

While Sam sat nude in his cell to consider his options, Click-clack contacted him using Telepathy to inform him that he had good news, and bad news. The bad news was that undergoing the Mind-sifter was going to be excruciatingly painful. The good news was that while Sam was in the Sifter, he’d rewritten the program that would be executed, and that rather than turn Sam into the Furies happy little trained assassin (the role it seemed he’d been born to fulfill) the chair would instead make him a pure alchemist (essentially stripping the Vivisectionist archetype, a move the player had wanted anyway). It would then malfunction (which would increase the pain 10-fold) as several of the ship’s systems experienced power overloads and malfunctions; this should allow Sam’s allies the opportunity to effect his rescue, if in fact they had been trying to do so.

Back under Sanctuary, the rest of the group learned that Losien had succeeded in slaying Mordenkainen, and as Rary and Warnes re-entered the room to see what all the yelling was about, they found the party hovering around and over his body. Fortunately, before wrong conclusions could be drawn, Tenser assured the the other arch-mages that it had been Losien and not the group. On learning that Sam had been teleported away (with Losien’s body) by some form of non-magical means, Rary muttered something about damned Fraal and hurried off, saying that he would attempt to locate them.

As Elerra rested, preparing to Resurrect Mordenkainen, Tenser briefly explained who and what the Fraal were, and claimed to doubt their involvement, as they had as much to lose in the Wane of Magic as anyone. Shortly after Elerra brought Mordenkainen back, Rary returned and announced that he had finally penetrated the ship’s defenses and retrieved Sam.

Though glad to have Sam back, several members of the group urged Rary to also retrieve Losien’s body, so that they could render it un-Resurectable. He then called for an Unseen Servant to bring him his equipment, and he soon drew Losien’s lifeless body out through his scrying bowl and into the room, where the party promptly beheaded him.

The following day the group used an Interplanetary Teleport to Greyhawk (courtesy of Mordenkainen), so that they could consult with the Society of Gnomergan and it’s growing map of Liga’s ley line network. For his part, Mordenkainen added several sections to the map, outlining the regions newly arrived on Liga since the Night of Fire (primarily the islands of Pan Tang, Londra, Melnibone, the so-called Purple Isle, Xoxal, Neulandia, Gashtalund, and Duruzlan).

Further consultation with Kosha revealed that another high probability site had been located, in the far western lands of the Lunar Empire, specifically over the city of Glamour, where a vast number of powerful ley lines converged and appeared to be supporting a small copy (?) of Krynn’s moon, Lunitari in the skies overhead.

Another site had potentially been located in the Emirate of G’dar, specifically a fortress located 15 miles outside a city identified as Zemeth. The two agents who had reported the site had gone silent since their initial report, and the Divination Squad was saying they were dead, but Kosha preferred to reserve judgement. As part of their report, however, they had mentioned sighting a middle-aged man of Oeridian descent (who easily stood out among the local humans, all of whom boasted pure black hair and skin as pale as the Suloise).

Tentatively identifying this as Dree of ixworth, the group retired for the evening, and on the following morning Elerra used a Locate Person to attempt to find Dree. They found him in a dank cell, nailed to a circular wooden disk. With him were four humans wearing hooded black robes, all of whom matched the description of the local humans. The one who seemed in charge asked questions that another translated into Common, but none of the language spells the party kept ready would translate this tongue. In addition, each time the leader spoke, Elerra’s spider birthmark itched, and his words sent shivers of dread and anxiety down Alexia’s back.

The interrogation seemed to center on the ritual the party hoped to stop, and one particularly disturbing line of questions ran along the lines of “… and this ritual will kill ONLY the Gods of Magic? What of the rest?” The party quickly decided to ‘rescue’ Dree from his captors, using a Greater Teleport to arrive in the hallway outside the chamber. For their trouble they found themselves Slowed and unable to act for several seconds after their arrival.

While the party battled the guards and one of the mages from inside the chamber in the hall, those remaining inside blocked the door with a Wall of Void and fled the area with Dree, whom they literally tore off the wall. As we broke for the evening, the group was finishing off the guards and planning to Locate Dree a second time, as they could not allow him to escape….

It is the 13th of Ready’reat, 600 CY

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Arc 4, Episode 50, the Second Mark
I knew this was a bad idea...

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is still the 6th of Ready’reat, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon

As the party chewed their way through the Black Skeletons, the Nalfeshnee summoned a second of it’s kind before dying, but the second one didn’t fare any better than the first. Elerra managed to knock Losien out of the fight with her drow poisoned crossbow bolts, lessening the threat from end of the room.

Once the demons and the skeletons had fallen, the Meroln and Alexia made quick work of the necromancers, leaving the others to loot the bodies of the fallen and truss up Losien. Their mission complete, the Teleported back to Narwell and had the Baron lock Losien up in one of the anti-magic cells, while the party identified and split up their swag.

The following day they paid Losien a visit in his cell, where he alternately cursed them for “ruining the plan” and demanded to be taken to see Mordenkainen. Over the course of his “interrogation”, he revealed that he had been Mordenkainen’s agent for the past three years, secretly working behind the scenes against Iuz,the Path, and the Black Rooks while keeping Mordenkainen in the loop on their machinations.

As the party could neither catch him in a lie nor refute any of the points of his story, they slowly began to believe that maybe he might be telling the truth. For his part, he steadfastly refused to impart his information to anyone but Mordenkainen.

Unfortunately, nobody had heard anything from Mordenkainen or the other members of the Circle of Eight since the Scourge of the Archmages back on the 22nd of Patchwall. Alexia, gambling that Murlynd, because of his close connection to the world, might be able to guide her, cast a Divination (and spent a Hero Point) to receive a vision of the place where at the very least, Tenser had gone to hide.

Her vision showed Tenser during the Scourge, fleeing his tower with the Esoterica in hand, arriving in what looked to be a supremely unkempt and downtrodden part of some city or town. He then entered an establishment whose sign featured a unicorn pleasuring itself, spoke a word to the bartender, then entered a private booth and opened a panel leading to a bolt hole down into the sewers. Sometime later, after navigating the twists and turns of the fetid tunnel, he knocked on a section of wall which opened to reveal a clean, brightly lit chamber containing Mordenkainen, Warnes Starcoat, and Rary. Tenser seemed a bit off-put by Rary’s presence, but entered the chamber nonetheless, ending the vision.

Relating the vision to her companions, Squizzles tentatively identified the bar Tenser had entered as the Vulgar Unicorn, a notorious establishment in the city of Sanctuary, rumored to be a backwater port in the Rankan Empire somewhere on Luna, the nearer of Liga’s two moons. The following day the group Teleported to Greyhawk and sought a spelljammer captain who would be willing to transport them to Luna and hence to Sanctuary. The group grudgingly released Losien and returned his equipment to him, though they kept a close eye on him.

After being laughed at by several captains, they finally found one willing to take them there, though he charged them through the nose for the privilege. Finally settling into the comparatively tiny port, Wilfred endeavored to Teleport everyone into the sewers that Alexia had described, but somehow left Sam and Elerra behind. Elerra attempted to use her own Teleport to rejoin the rest, but landed Sam and herself in another part of the sewer, and the group wasted several minutes reuniting. Eventually they located the patch of stone Tenser had opened to reveal Mordenkainen’s Bastion, only to discover that they didn’t know how to open it.

Sam attempted to pick the lock, narrowly avoiding a poison needle but setting off an explosion that damaged several party members. Opening the chamber revealed Tenser and Mordenkainen rushing to see what had happened, and they then greeted the party and Losien. Soon thereafter, Losien went off alone with Tenser and Mordenkainen to give his report.

While the party cooled their heels in the outer chambers, they noticed a display case with the Crystal Frogs (except for the last of the set, which had been destroyed). Not very long after that, the group detected the sounds of combat coming from the direction Tenser, Losien and Mordenkainen had gone off in, and the group arrived in time to see Tenser slumped to the floor at one end of the room while Losien, the Esoterica in hand, was slowly fading to nothingness over Mordenkainen’s body.

Elerra quickly leapt at Losien and keyed her Cube of Force to it’s “block everything” setting, causing Losien to cease his vanishing. Losien responded by smiling evilly, casting a quickened Truesight, and launching into a devastating attack on Elerra. She followed up by dropping the Cube and using a Heal on herself, and then once more fired her hand crossbow at Losien, putting him to sleep once more. Wilfred targeted Losien with a Dimensional Anchor, as Alexia rushed over to kick the Esoterica aside, Sam moved in to deliver a coup de grace, only to find himself and Losien’s slumbering body both now doing the slow fade to nothingness.

As we broke for the evening, the party was catching their collective breath and wondering what to do about Sam’s strange disappearance, while Sam found himself reunited with Click-clack, his erstwhile " father-figure " from his youth…

It is the 10th of Ready’reat, 600 CY

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Arc 4, Episode 49, the Second Mark
Into the heart... of the Boneheart...

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is still the 3rd of Ready’reat, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon

The party spent the next two days doing some shopping, and planning their journey to Losien’s stronghold in Ghulford, discarding a number of plans before eventually deciding to Teleport a few miles outside the city and hope for the best. Disguised by a Seeming, the group entered Ghulford on the 3rd and took refuge at the Grimacing Skull Inn.

Elerra and Squizzles, neither of whom were actually disguised, elected to scout Losien’s Manor, fining it easily at the far side of the town, but not without incident, as they had to lose an orcish tail in the marketplace. Once back at the inn, Squizzles spent a few hours entertaining the denizens of the inn and learning that Losien had ridden back into town on the 1st and had not been seen since (and that this was not unusual). Elerra decided to try and bluff her way into Losien’s manor, and brought the party along as guards.

Once inside the manor, Elerra and her “guards” were greeted by a Simulacrum of Losien, who quickly rejected her proposed alliance, stating that she was the second drow noble to arrive here with such a proposition, and that for his part, the next two months were to involve too much preparation to divert himself in such affairs. Shut down on her original plan, she used some skillful diplomacy (and a Hero Point) to convince Losien to meet with her anyway.

However, as the simulacra led the party into the bowels of the manor, it became quickly apparent that Losien had seen through the deception almost at once and was leading them into a trap. A number of what proved to be armored Black Skeletons moved to intercept the party’s advance, as an invisible Nalfeshnee demon also attacked. Losien successfully used a Power Word: Blind on Alexia, but she quickly countered it.

The quartet of Boneshadow necromancers attending Losien also made themselves felt, one using a Soul Drain on Squizzles, aging him and sapping his physical stats. As we broke for the evening, almost everyone on both sides of the fight were still up, and a ball of negative energy was bounding towards the party…

It is the 6th of Ready’reat, 600 CY

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Arc 4, Episode 48, the Second Mark
Kind of an anti-climax, really.

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is still the 1st of Ready’reat, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon

As the group shook off the lethargy that had overtaken them while they experienced their individual visions, they briefly compared notes before making their way through the Obsidian Mirror and into the Leering Keep held by the Black Rooks. On the far side of the mirror they found themselves in a small courtyard, where they quickly spotted two individuals. The first was Nigel, who appeared to have become frozen as he came in for a landing, and Vincent, who had already set up a number of chalk-outline symbols on the flagstones.

After greeting the party, he asked once more if they wished his aid in bypassing the demons bound to the walls, which they did. He then stepped into one of the outlines he had set up, pressed a small stone to the walls of the keep, and the walls could be seen to ripple as dozens of demons were sucked into the stone (which a couple of folks recognized as being very similar to the stone being used to construct their own castle in Narwell). When called on this fact, Vincent announced that since there was nothing binding them to complete the recovery of the gems, that this was his “insurance policy” that the group would comply. Alexia tried to detect evil in him then, but he came back negative in that regard. Having nowhere to go but forward, the group left Vincent and the frozen Nigel in the courtyard, and began moving towards the tower they’d identified as Jaliseem’s location.

Almost immediately, they ran into guards investigating the flight of the demons. The guards were dispatched, but not without bloodying the party a bit. When their path to Jaliseem brought them near the vault where Vincent’s gems were located, they fought a second, slightly better prepared group of guards, that they quickly dispatched. Armed with the gems, they made their way to the top of Jaliseem’s tower.

As they approached the living area of the tower, they could both feel and hear an arcane duel taking place. Vincent and Jaliseem were locked in combat with one another, hurling raw energies at one another with little regard to the furnishings, which were smoldering or smashed all about the room. By Wilfred’s estimation, Vincent was not only winning, but he was pulling his punches.

Turning his head to regard the party (while simultaneously increasing the pressure of his assault on Jaliseem), Vincent asked if the group had his gems. At this declaration, Jaliseem went pale and her defenses began to falter as Vincent collected his gems. For his part, Vincent handed the stone with the bound demons to Elerra, and told her to crush the stone when they were ready to leave, and vanished. jaliseem, exhausted, fell to her knees and was easily captured by the party.

Questioning her, the party was disappointed to learn that she actually knew very little about the rituals to come, at least very little that they did not already know. She did identify Sindar Sirion as the one chosen to lead the ritual beneath the Azure Sea, and cattily gave away the location of Losien’s residence and holdings inside Iuz. Saddened that this was the most they could get, they trussed her up and Teleported back to Narwell to turn her over to the Baron for incarceration.

Returning to the site of their castle’s construction, Lseral (who was still there, despite having been cut loose when Elerra converted fully to Cleric) said that the group had a party of emissaries who were awaiting their return. The three huchard turned out to be an architect, a logistics specialist, and a clockwork engineer, all of whom wished to offer their services to the group.

As we parted for the evening, the group was debating making a run against Losien, or at least his keep, hoping to find more information on the ritual he’d been tapped to lead…

It is the 3rd of Ready’reat, 600 CY
119000 xp
Mythic Tier 4
30k gp each, after sale of sundry loot from castle.

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Arc 4, Episode 47, the Second Mark
Yes, feed me your victory!

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 1st of Ready’reat, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon

When the last remaining Sons fell, Nigel, the animus ifrit sorcerer attempted to escape into the room beyond. After taking a moment or two to check the door and pick the lock, they swung open the door to the Chamber of Crypts. Facing the door directly was a black dragon, with a gargantuan elder balor and a shemhazian demon between them. The shemhazian promptly used a Dimension Door to get behind the party and unleashed his Blasphemy to paralyze most of the party, allowing the dragon to use his breath weapon to great effect, and Nigel used an Inner Blast to detonate the large hunk of ice that had once encased Mekkatorque to shower the party in shrapnel.

As the battle progressed, the shemhazian quickly fell, and the party focused most of their energies against the balor, who seemed to have an inordinate ability to soak damage, despite the lack of detectable or dispellable spells on his person. The dragon, bypassed and nearly forgotten by the party (though Wilfred’s sword, Bloodweaver, kept trying to redirect Wilfred’s attention back to it) eventually tried to devour Squizzles, but got himself killed shortly thereafter.

The balor’s attacks fell like hammers among the party, but eventually he was felled. Nigel escaped, having followed Elerra into the Ethereal Plane and used an Encase in Ice to stymy her pursuit. The group located Jaliseem’s sarcophagus, and after futilely beating on it’s exterior, used Knock to open it. Alexia beheaded the clone inside, and as we broke for the evening, the group was electing to rest to recover their strength, before passing through the Obsidian Mirror to the Leering Keep….

It is still the 1st of Ready’reat, 600 CY
275000 xp

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Arc 4, Episode 46, the Second Mark
Fight in the Fissure

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 23rd of Patchwall, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Adira Orr, Natural Weretiger Monk
Baht-Ole Vannarson, NPC Aasimar Cleric of Boccob
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon
and re-introducing Alexia Aerogenesis, Human Paladin of Murlynd

After outlining their individual expectations, the group returned to the Baron’s office to discuss the possibility of releasing Janos Tandovr in exchange for his help locating his sister’s clone. In his office with him was Alexia, who had obviously just finishing telling him of her adventures while she had been away. Her former companions quickly took note that Alexia seemed not merely more mature in some inestimable way, but physically older, as well.

Adira, stating that she intended to seek out Tenser‘s fate on her own, she made her farewells. In their discussions with the Baron, who was against releasing Tandovr, Alexia asked to be allowed to rejoin the group, as her god had recently granted her a “visit” to the future that would result from their failure, a time that was called the Age of Iron. She also revealed that as a result of that experience, she’d become a paladin of Murlynd. Stressing the press for time, they eventually brought the Baron around.

Janos’ first demand was for the oaths to be sworn before a priest of Pholtus, as he was certain that the party would be unwilling to swear before Hextor, and the clergy of Pholtus was widely known to be good and just (if, perhaps, a bit too just). While in Greyhawk securing the aide of a priest named Klanden Ferrer, Elerra took some time to visit Kiamyr at the shrine and to the surprise of many, she forswore her career as a sorcerer, and dedicated herself to Ellistrae, becoming a full priestess. On hearing that his serviced would no longer be needed, Baht-Ole elected to join up with Wilfred’s followers to help research ley lines and possible ritual sites.

Once rejoined in the dungeons under Narwell, the following oaths were sworn. The group agreed that Janos would be released 7 days after their departure (whether they returned from their mission or not). He would be freed with a horse and money equal to the value of his equipment (which the party had largely sold). His sentance would be considered to have been served, and he would be free once more to travel where he would (though remaining in the Domain of Greyhawk was probably not advised).

On his part, he revealed that his sister’s clone was kept in a special chamber located in the Wyrmcrawl Fissure, a feature in the western Riftcanyon. The approach to the chamber would require passing through the Fissure on foot, a region cloaked in twilight, and infested with thousands of undead known as the Sons of Kyuss. The chamber itself, he revealed, had four primary guardians. The first three, he revealed, would likely be found together, namely Nigel Foqar (once an ifrit sorcerer, now an undead animus), Greshak the Foe-Eater (a half-ogre bloodrager, now a swordwraith), and finally Norman Lareft (an elite Son of Kyuss). These three had been family retainers in life, and continued to serve in unlife. The fourth guardian he named as Sodokoor, one of the greater balrogs, whom had been bound by one of his father’s companions decades before.

For his part, he knew of no additional alarms on either the chamber or the clone that would alert his sister, but required that the group was allowed to harm ONLY his sister’s clone, and that they were forsworn not to loot the chambers of any other valuables. Furthermore, he indicated that there was a means of passage directly from the chamber to the keep, a polished obsidian mirror in a bronze frame that would take them directly there (short-cutting the Teleport Block that otherwise held sway in the region).

Squizzles filled the group in from his encyclopedic bardic knowledge concerning animuses, swordwraiths, Kyuss, and balrogs, and the group made it’s plans for the journey. The following morning they set out, arriving in the canyon and working their way into the Fissure proper, fighting through throngs of Sons who sought to bar their way. Hours later, their weapons dripping the gore of a thousand or more undead, they finally reached the door to the Tandovr Crypts (as the area was called).

Unlocking the door proved a minor challenge, as it was additionally held closed by a Bigby’s Forceful Hand. Wilfred and Mekkatorque were the first into the room and made their way to Nigel, who responded by trying to trap them both in a Forcecage. In the following round, he would seal Mekkatorque in an Ice Prison (briefly). He would then keep himself out of reach between the two obstacles he’d created as he peppered the group with spells.

Meroln would rush to meet Greshak in combat, but a pair of lucky crits buried in a hail of attacks would leave his broken body oozing on the floor. Elerra would resuscitate him, but it wouldn’t be until late in the combat when he would be able to return to the fray. As we ended the evening, the only Nigel and a pair of elite Sons remained to block the party’s progress toward Sodorkoor and Jaliseem’s clone.

It is the 1st of Ready’reat, 600 CY

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Arc 4, Episode 45, the Second Mark
Dicing with devils...

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 23rd of Patchwall, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Adira Orr, Natural Weretiger Monk
Baht-Ole Vannarson, NPC Aasimar Cleric of Boccob
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon.

Picking up the pieces afterwards (scraping up Squizzles in the process) the group spent several hours pouring through the spell-weaver’s archives, eventually finding a few pieces of data about the Arcanoth to add to their general pool of knowledge. After returning to Sharu’mosna to share the knowledge with Saldean, he offered the services of the local priesthood in returning Squizzles to life. The priest of Dionysus to whom they entrusted the mixed ashes of Squizzles and the rage demon assured them that he could separate them, though he himself looked uncertain.

Perhaps 20 minutes later he returned, seeming quite pleased with his efforts. Squizzles, himself, also seemed pleased, though his companions were more uncertain. Where they expected to see a kobold, this “new and improved” Squizzles seemed to have been incompletely separated from the demon’s remains, as he now sported a fine set of bat-like wings from his back, seemed generally very muscular in appearance, and his face and tail had developed a number of wicked looking spines.

After pledging to continue assisting one another, the group returned through the portal and then teleported to their castle. As described by their followers, there was indeed a 30’ diameter sphere of smoking metal hanging over their construction site. Elerra’s apprentice, Lseral, came out and explained that there was a mage that had taken up residence nearby who claimed that it was his efforts that kept the object above from completing it’s arc towards destruction.

The group found that the mage in question, who called himself Vincent, was awaiting them inside the structure. He offered to negate the demons protecting the Black Rook’s fortress overlooking the Riftcanyon, in exchange for a pair of items that the Black Rook’s kept there. The group asked for some time to discuss the matter, and sent Vincent back to his camp outside the walls.

Wilfred, Meroln, and Elerra then departed for Greyhawk, where Elerra went to check in with Kiamyr, Meroln sought out Jenny, and Wilfred sought out his own group to learn what developments they’d learned or made while he and the others were on the moon.

The Society had made several important advancements. First, they’d constructed a large, 8’ diameter illusionary globe depicting Liga’s surface, upon which a burgeoning network of ley lines could be seen taking shape. One nexus that they’d confirmed met the requirements for the Third Mark lay deep beneath the Azure Sea, in a region called Shasnarfal by the sahuagin who lived there. Another nexus, the largest one they’d located thus far was known as Tovag Baragu, located on the shores of Lake Udrukanar in the Plains of the Paynims.

The society had also constructed scale models of the two iron sky-ships that had rained destruction across the Flanaess and beyond. They also could display their courses on the globe, showing how one had specifically targeted mages and the second, larger ship had attacked cities and towns. In their “Dunno Files” they had a list of odd occurrences that seemed to trail the two vessels, including the substitution of clothing between two girls of differing social status in Nyrond, and the uprooting of an apple orchard in Furyondy.

Another “innovation” the society had come up with were a pair of golden hoops that could simulate a ley line between them, and a stubby silver board that would “float” in the energies of a ley line. One of the researchers demonstrated that the effect was strong enough to support the weight of someone riding on the board, though actual propulsion was still being worked on.

When the trio returned to their castle, the group met once again with Vincent to learn the specifics of what he was offering. Vincent explained that somewhere within the castle, there were a pair of fist-sized glowing gemstones set in platinum frames perhaps a foot in diameter. If the party agreed to bring him these items, he would unbind the demons that the Western Leering Keep had bound to it’s walls, setting the demons free to take their revenge against their binders, the priests of Mabelrode.

Before returning to his camp, Vincent, at the behest of the group, ensorcelled the projectile hanging over their heads, sending it back to the vessel from which it had been launched. Wanting a bit more information on the keep and it’s defenses, the group had Baht-Ole cast Communion with Boccob, and asked the following questions:

Has Jaliseem made a new clone? Yes
Is it present in the castle? No
Does she have any other demons than the ones in the walls? Yes
Can Vincent be trusted in this endeavor? Yes
Is this deal worth giving Vincent the gems? Uncertain
Are there any mortal forces other than the Black Rooks staying in the castle? Yes
Do they have information on our intentions? No
Is Tenser still alive? Uncertain
Does Tenser still have the Esoterica? Uncertain
Are the Granbretanians planning another attack in the next month? Yes

Afterwards, the group went to Narwell, where they met with Baron Aerogenesis and asked for access to Janos Tandovr. Once down in the dungeons, the group traded jibes with Janos for several minutes, before getting down to business. Janos offered to answer their questions in exchange for his release, if they (and the Baron) would be willing to agree to a set of terms enforced by Geas. As we ended for the evening, they were working out the details of what they would require of Janos, while he worked out the details he would ask in return….

It is the 26th of Patchwall, 600 CY
Next game will be on the 18th,

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Arc 4, Episode 44, the Second Mark
I think there's demon dust in our kobold dust....

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 23rd of Patchwall, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Adira Orr, Natural Weretiger Monk
Baht-Ole Vannarson, NPC Aasimar Cleric of Boccob
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon.

As the battle progressed, Sam and Meroln acquired an impressive number of dangling ribbons protruding from their bodies, even as circumstances forced them to be healed repeatedly, sealing the barbed needles into their flesh for painful removal later. As the group pushed out of the first chamber, Elerra noticed a small, strange rift form in the passageway they’d exited, that proved to be immune to dispelling (though it served as a viewpoint through which the spell-weavers deeper in the complex could target them with spells).

One such spell proved to be a magical Ballista of Force that Elerra narrowly avoided being skewered with, as well as a Bouncing Delayed-Blast Disintegrate_ that claimed Squizzles’ life, and severely taxes the party’s dwindling healing reserves. Baht-Ole was targeted by a Lifefire Ray that continued to burn away at his body for round after round, preventing him from healing himself (though he could still heal others).

As the elementals and the cabaren fell, the group’s progress was eventually blocked by an Wall of ironwebs, beyond which could be seen an aeshma demon who carried a large runed greatsword. As it fought Sam and Mekkatorque, Elerra managed to Disintegrate it, resulting in it’s form’s dust being intermixed with that of Squizzles, who’d been standing where the demon stood when he died. In an effort to keep the rift from following them further, Wilfred used his magic chalk to erect of Wall of Force in the doorway between it and them, but it disbursed a Disintegration Sphere that began eating away at the Wall.

While several of the party waited for Elerra to Passwall the Ironwebs, Meroln was knocked unconscious by one of the spell-weavers attempting to use a Heart Clutch against him. Once the way into the final chamber was opened, the leader of the spell-weavers attempted to cast Adira, Wilfred and Mekkatorque into an Insanity Void but prudent spending of Hero Points and Mythic Points saw to it that everyone made their saves.

As hit points dwindled, the final trio of spell-weavers unleashed everything they had, multispelling Piercing Bolts with waves of Maximized Enhanced Magic Missiles, Balefires, and Fiery Bombardments, and even Mythic Fireballs & Mythic Magic Missiles from the leader of the spell-weavers. Eventually, however, despite Mekkatorque being nearly slain by sustained spell-craft twice in as many rounds, in the end the party was victorious and the spell-weavers lay dead at their feet.

It is the 23rd of Patchwall, 600 CY
16572 XP

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Arc 4, Episode 43, the Second Mark
The Scourge of the Archmages

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 22nd of Patchwall, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Adira Orr, Natural Weretiger Monk
Baht-Ole Vannarson, NPC Cleric of Boccob
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon.

Returning the following morning to discuss a joint mission to the Jenoine Node to recover the records Elerra’s vision indicated might be present there, Wilfred received a Sending from Kosha Mattuk, the head of his Society of Gnomergan. Kosha reported that earlier that morning, all the principal archmages of the Flanaess (Tenser, Mordenkainen, the other members of the Circle of Eight, even Rary) had all been systematically attacked by massive (300’ long) metal flying ships that had leveled their respective strongholds to rubble using “lightning bolts and beams of fire”. It was further reported that each of the vessels bore markings linking them to the Empire of Londra, known to be allies of the Arcanoth. It was also reported that a 30’ diameter metal sphere had taken up residence 200’ over the location of their nascent castle on Narwell’s southern border.

While saddened by the news of the attacks, and concerned that their stronghold might be under some form of attack, everyone agreed that storming the Node to recover the records was of paramount importance. Wilfred tried to contact Tenser directly, but received no response. Also of concern was the fate of the Esoterica… it had been left in Tenser’s keeping.

Their meeting with Saldean was delayed for a half hour, because it also turned out that their portal to Liga had come under an attack not unlike the one that befell the mages. Their skyship, the Redoubt, which had been flying over the tent-city they’d erected on the far side of the gate had been destroyed, and the merchants and guards there slaughtered or fled. As a result, Saldean regretted that he would have to cut the force he could send with them to the pole by 2/3rds, as he needed troops to reinforce the gate.

The party then spent the balance of the day coordinating with the Huchard and getting the lay of the lands they would be (re)visiting. The following morning they and their Huchard allies used the local equivalent to a Teleport Circle to arrive at the Waystation; a building on the outskirts of the Jenoine lands that had served as a point of contact. In the distance, the sounds of a pitched battle could be heard, gunfire and more chattering away in the pre-dawn light.

Opting to fly in, this strategy held until the group reached the end of the treeline, about 3 miles in. Under fire now from the pyramidal Node at the center of the conflict, the group was forced to make their way on foot, and soon encountered a force of clockwork soldiers bearing crests that their Huchard allies identified as belonging to the City-State of Erdaenos, one of the rebellious human territories that stood opposed to the continued presence of the Huchard now that the dragons had returned. Several of the party feared that they might have allied themselves
with Londra, but no sign of the Union Jack could be found on the battlefield.

Blasting their way past the clockwork dragon, mage, and soldiers, the group and their shrinking Huchard defenders soon found their way into the Node itself, and in the process of fighting their way down into the bowels of the place finally lost the last of their giant allies. As we parted for the evening, the group had engaged the final defenses of the vault, defeating a lightning quasi-elemental but under fire from cabaren with more elementals pushing to engage them…

It is the 23rd of Patchwall, 600 CY
No game 6/13/2015.

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Arc 4, Epsode 42, the Second Mark
She's just a little girl...

Our journey began: 11th of Coldeven, 599 C.Y.
It is the 18th of Patchwall, 600 C.Y.

Our companions:

Baht-Ole Vannarson, NPC Cleric of Boccob
Elerra Vae, Drow Cleric (Ellistrae)/Sorcerer
Flotsam “Sam” Stormsurge, Animan (octopus aspect) Vivisectionist Alchemist
Meroln Sands, Half-elf Fighter
Squizzles, Kobold Bard
Wilfred Fizzlebang, Gnome Summoner & Mekkatorque, his eidolon.
and introducing Adira Orr, Natural Weretiger Monk

After a short bit of discussion, the group elected to take Keldeacon‘s corpse to the Temple of Boccob, knowing nothing of his beliefs or the practices of his people. The priests there attempted to raise him, but quickly discovered that his soul was bound somewhere in the Abyss, and unrecoverable. After indicating that they intended to bury the body, one of Keldeacon’s items, his legendary psychoactive skin, took off, having no desire to be entombed beneath the soil. Afterwards they sought an inn for a brief rest.

As dawn approached, they group (sans Meroln, who left to seek out Jenny) went to the space that Wilfred had rented from the Grey College for the Society of Gnomergan (the organization he’d recently founded to assist himself and the group). Uncertain of the Esoterica’s abilities, they first hedged it in with an inward-facing Circle of Protection from Evil (with a Dimensional Anchor for good measure), but when Baht-Ole tried to Consecrate the area, the tome went berserk, flailing it’s chain around the inside of the Circle, and grabbing Baht-Ole by the neck and physically hurling him across the room.

Elerra decided to enter the Circle (TWO ENTER, ONLY ONE MAY LEAVE! – sorry) and failed a Will save vs. the tome’s telepathic contact. “it burns” the Esoterica complained, “make it stop, daughter of Luzcidor…” Not having any clue what “Luzcidor” was supposed to mean, Squizzles chimed in that it was the name of the drow’s surface kingdom in the days before they were driven from the surface world. Once Elerra had used a Dispel Magic on the Consecrate, the Esoterica “introduced” itself as Sia Draja, Warden of the Book.

Wilfred, feeling that this was slightly out of their league, excused himself and used a Sending to contact Tenser for whatever help he might be able to lend. After several minutes, the Archmage arrived, with an athletically-built woman of Suel descent in tow, that he introduced as Adira. After being brought up to speed on the nature of the Esoterica and how they’d come into it’s possession, he walked the perimeter of the Circle for several minutes, casting the occasional spell at the tome. Eventually he stated that it was time everyone could see what they were dealing with, and after a brief incantation, the Esoterica sprang open and filled the area described by the Circle with black smoke that soon coalesced into the form of a young (8-10 years old) Suloise girl wearing a pretty red dress (though not one particularly appropriate to a girl of her age). Only Elerra and Squizzles caught that for just a moment, her childlike head and platinum-blonde locks were replaced by the black, flaming skull of a suel-lich.

Now that she was visible to everyone, she acknowledged each in her own way. Adira she referenced as “noble sister”, Wilfred was “child of the Astral”, Squizzles was merely “slave”, and Sam she called “bredthrall” (an ancient term delineating a life-form that had been created for a specific purpose). Tenser she acknowledged as “brother in the Arts, not so mortal as ye strive to appear”. After introductions, she once more gave her name as Sia Draja, Warden of the Book, and offered to assist the group with whatever their pleasure was.

While the group pauses to consider this offer, Tenser introduced Adira to the group, hinting that she may be of some use to them. As it turns out, she has some knowledge of Losien, who had been a member of her previous adventuring party (albeit he had left prior to her joining them). This results in a sharing of the names from the list they’d found at the site of the ritual they’d spoiled a few weeks past, from which Tenser further recognized Esmeralda as an arcanist known to have visited the city several times over the past two years, sometimes frequenting the Green Dragon Inn.

Sensing another link in the chain, Wilfred casts a Sending to recall Meroln from his tryst, only to send him off again to see if jenny remembers this Esmeralda character; she does, and identifies her as having been a friend of Grot’s, having met with him on several occasions to exchange information and occasionally small packages. based on her description, Sam realizes that she is likely the woman he attempted to tail from the bar back on the 25th of Goodmonth the previous year. Tenser eventually suggests that while all references to the titan behind the Wane may have successfully edited himself out of all the texts available here on Liga, a fresh source of very ancient records recently manifested itself in the skies above only a few days ago; maybe the group should investigate?

When asked about the next Mark, Sia is only too happy to spend the next several hours spewing arcanobabble that even Tenser has minor difficulty following, outlining the types of sites necessary, the “flavor” of the ley lines that must converge there, and detailing the astrological convergences that are necessary…. convergences that will come about in just over two months time. She further adds that with the failure of the Second Mark to achieve full power, the rituals for the third and final Mark will take longer, and must be completed over three days time, rather than merely one night (specifically, the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th of the coming Needfest).

When asked about the symbols Elerra had copied from the Arcanoth’s throne chamber, Sia recognizes only the symbol worn by the cloud giants she’d been serving previously, Clan Skath. Glancing over them, Tenser says that ships emblazoned with the eight pointed star of Chaos have been sighted plundering towns along the eastern coasts of the Great Kingdom, traced back to a new island that the inhabitants refer to as Pan Tang. Furthermore, he says that several new islands have appeared all over the world, one off the far western shore of the Solnor Ocean (which he identifies as Granbretan, the source of the Union Jack of Londra). In all, four new islands off the coasts of Oerik, and an additional four off the coasts of Kanos. He further adds that the Fairwind Isle, part of the Occupied Lands of the Sea Princes, was stripped of all it’s prior structures, populace, and vegetation, and replaced wholesale with new towns, strange people, and even stranger, semi-mobile red foliage. The odd creatures there claim to serve a being they call the Jack of Tears, the leader of the Carnival of Shadows.

Returning to their discussion about journeying to Celene, Tenser informs them that the site known to Adira’s former companions as ‘the Celestial Arch’ is no longer under the control of the Clergy of Celestian. Several days past, the metal doors that were bowed inwards by the assault of the Mabelrodians sprang open, and the giants on the far side of the portal pushed Progilius’ Egg back to Liga’s side of the portal. The giants then proceeded to chase off the clerics and set up a fair sized tent city with the obvious intent of re-opening trade with Liga. he provided Wilfred with enough information for him to Teleport the group there, which he proceeded to do after setting his people to tracking down the ley lines that would identify the sites where the Third Mark rituals would have to be performed.

Arriving the following morning, they caught their first sight of the giants, who called themselves Huchard and a glimpse of their capital city of Sharu’mosna through the 60’ stone arch that stood open at the center of the valley. Overhead, an unusual flying ship floated perhaps 150’ overhead.

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Passing through the gate, the party found that Sharu’mosna took a little getting used to. The air, while rich with strange scents, lacked much of the “stink” most cities held. While most giants were 7’-9’ in height, some were much taller, reaching as much as 14’ in height, and generally seemed more experienced and/or skilled. They also took note of the sibbecai, a race of humanoids with the heads of greyhounds or perhaps weimaraners, who shared the city with the giants and were deferential to them.

Soon after they paused on a street corner to get their bearings, a young giant (5’ or so) named Timor came up to them and offered to be their guide. He found them an inn where they dropped off their belongings, and when asked where their histories were kept, he led them to the Imperial University. He then asked them when they wished him to return, and made arrangements to meet them then.

Once inside the University, they were led by one of the students there to the libraries, where it took several hours to locate what they felt was the name they sought: Dhaeros, known as the Arcanoth. Said to have been crafted by Boccob himself, he refused to take sides in the War of the Host, and was cursed to be one of the Forgotten when the war ended.

The following day the group returned to the University to do some research on the spell-weavers, whom the giants knew as the jenoine. Not much information was available, though the mural in the room where the records were kept was of some interest. It depicted the signing of a treaty between the giants and the dragons in ages past, and served to illustrate the races that dwelt upon the surface of Celene. The giants and the dragons had their representatives of course, as did the humans, faen (a halfling-like folk), verrik (very human, but with skin the color of red wine), harrids (vulture-like humanoids), sibbecai, litorans (a variety of catfolk), graf (elf-like, but with four arms) and a lone jenoine, standing apart from all the others. When the student who was helping them overheard that they had visited the spell-weaver node when the moon was in it’s “dead phase”, he summoned the Archivist, Saldean.

Saldean had many questions about the moon before it’s arrival in the “present”, as well as their exploration of the node. His attention was eventually diverted by Squizzles, when he asked where his “master” was, and launched into a discussion about the origin (from his POV) of kobolds, and the nature of the mojh and the dracha, two races that the dragons made from humans. The mojh tended to be the scholarly, arcane casters, whereas the dracha were winged and often took roles as warriors. It was in the midst of these discussions that we broke for the evening…

It is the 21st of Patchwall, 600 CY

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