Entourage

Quelleron's End
Tor

Quelleron
I killed Quelleron.
Bahamut be praised.
The elf and I snuck up on his tower, but not quietly enough.
Quelleron’s archers reminded me of that smug Therren so I gloriously charged into battle while the cowardly elf ran and hid in the bushes.
Dodging arrow left and right I took the fight to Quelleron as Salopard and Joral rallied behind my charge.
Quelleron is hurt, my blood is racing with righteous wrath, and there’s the elf coming from behind to “save me”.
Not this time Therren.
I ducked out the door and drew Querrelon with me leaving the elf to fight a gnome Bahamut cares nothing about.
Quelleron stabs at me, but I dodge and bring my sword down on him and he falls.
I feel Bahamut’s radiance beating upon me, quieting my wrath.
I have done well.

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Holy Avenger!
Tor

Bahamut must be displeased.
As his assasin, in my most holy of mission to destroy his most hated enemies, it should be up to me to kill them.
But Pete has stolen my glory again!
And finally, when asking for divine guidance on how to bring Bahamut’s divine wrath upon our captive, Therren kills him.
That was MY kill.
MINE!
Most-hated-ally-of-Bahamut

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End Of The Weres
Therren

We reached the fishing village, finding the local population terrified and resigned to what they believe is their grisly fate. Tor has been worse for wear on the travel here…he was seemingly bit by one of the weres and has contracted something. After asking questions around town and trying to lift people’s spirits, we set them to work preparing the town for an attack while we set out to invistigate a nearby barrow which reportedly had some herbs that would help Tor.

We were attacked at the barrow but defeated our foes and then encountered a ghostly apparation who warned us that her husband, Quelleron, had gone quite mad and was likely trying to incite a war between the weres and Eladrin. She asked us to give him peace, and to help us defend the village supplied Salopard with a magical silver sword and myself with some silver arrows. After finding the Herbs we were looking for, we returned to town to supervise the final defensive setup.

Werewolf
The weres attacked from the lake again, but our preparations served us well and we routed them with a combination of ranged proficiency and a solid defence inside the town hall. I’d give more details on the battle, but my mind keeps straying to my opening strike in the combat where I let loose two perfectly targeted arrows at once, hitting both of my targets for grievious wounds and knocking their companions down around them. I can still hear the sound of my bowstring humming after that shot!

With the town defended we rested for the evening, each taking a shift of watch in case the weres had more fight in them, but the rest of the night passed quietly. The next morning we set out for the Island in the lake, guided by a miserable were rat we’d captured in the battle. When we reached the island we uncovered a grisly sight as the villagers who had originally pursued the were to the island were no more than rotting heads on pikes. We pushed forward and suddenly flt a strange sensation of the world slipping out from under our feet…and suddently we were in the Fey. We’d manage to stumble upon a passage between the two worlds, which explained where the were-beasts were coming from.

After some wandering, we came upon a were town that was recovering after an attack. We parlayed with the leader of the remaining townfolk and found out that the Jagged Fang clan were behind the attack and looks as though they were trying to blame it on the Eladrins. Their leader agreed to take us to the Jagged Fang lair, so we set off with haste.

Sneaking into the lair proved fruitful, as Salopard mimicked the traditional mating sounds of a fey-skunk to draw a guard into a trap. With our ruse a success, we had a leg up on the rest of the battle and the leader of the Jagged Fangs fell to Pete. The battle won, we extracted information from a gnome who gave up after the rest of his companions fell and the two cowardly knomes who didn’t take up arms against us in battle, and found that our next step would be taking down Querrelon himself. We left the cowardly gnomes with the werewolf to explain to the weres how they were being used. With our path set ahead of us, Tor prayed for guidance on how to deal with the gnome who fought us. And then prayed some more. And then some more…Time was of the essence, so I decided to quicken Tor’s decision making by felling the foul creature myself so we could depart. Once again Tor was ungrateful for my swift action…even after I reminded him how my decisiveness had “saved” him from the leader of the jagged fangs a few minutes prior. He mumbled some jibberish about being God’s Assasin and some holy mission, then wandered off to lick his wounds. I’ve found when he gets pouty, there’s no reasoning with him.

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Etoella Lost
Therren

Terrible news…On the way back towards Overlook Etoila revealed to us she’s had her fill of adventuring, and would like to return back to her father’s castle. We’ve followed her for months now, and losing her is a blow to the party. I worry for the cat…he seems especially distraught and directionless due to this turn of events. Hopefully on the way back to Overlook we can convince her to change her mind.

~ Hastily scrawled ~

Etoella has left us to return to Overlook. On the road home we encountered a female villager under attack by were-beasts. We helped her in the fight and she told us she was seeking aid for her quiet fishing village which was being ravaged by the beasts. It was something we decided we must investigate, but Etoella is exhausted and sticking to her pledge of not wanting to get herself killed. We said our goodbyes and told her we’d find her in Overlook upon our return, and once the trouble in the Schof valley had subsided, we would see to getting her home. With that, we went our seperate ways. Hopefully the road will find her safely back to town.

I hate to see her go, but I love watching her leave…

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The Fall of Stonefang
Therren

Not much time to write these days. One adventure ends as two more appear it seems…Here is what has passed in the past little while.

After working our way into the mountain, battling Orc’s the entire way we had a battle of wits vs. some inferior archers outside the tower. Needless to say we prevailed, and Salopard managed to acquire a giant boar for a mount/future supper. After a quick rest we headed into the ransacked keep. Injured from battle, Torr & Etoila tended to their wounds while keeping a watchful eye over our new Boar.

While sneaking in, Salopard stumbled and kicked a metal gauntlet making his way up the stairs then tripped a warning alarm by opening the doors of the first room. Not the stealthiest that man. Suddenly another battle ensued and Salopard and Pete held the line vs. some Orcs, an Orc Reaver & an archer, while Joral and I fired away. Sally fell, but was buffered by the healing skills of our Shaman. After the battle, we discovered some caged Dwarves in the room, then found more Dwarf prisoners locked in a trap door in the floor, along with Stonefang’s Heart and a magical item that shall likely be called “Torr’s Bane”. The dwarves told of a Dragon Mask wearing shaman upstairs, so after catching our breath, and despite Salopard being very worse for wear – less than full HP’s, 0 healing surges – we headed upstairs for battle.

As we crested the top landing, an Orc Shaman taunted us. We focussed fire on him, which proved to be a bit of a mistake as he was a sturdy enemy, while his squishy “friend” did a boatload of damage and summoned spirits to attack us. Sally fell, and hope was fading, but Joral had just enough healing to get Sally so that as he pulled himself off the ground he finished off the Head Shaman, then immediately fell again to his death throes. Joral and I kept up the assault but began to be overwhelmed by the summoned spirits. Joral fell, which meant Pete…the last line of defence for our ranged attacks, was gone. I was bloodied (bloodied!) but managed to break free from the spirits long enough to sprint across the room and behind a table, and finished the 2nd Shaman with an arrow, and then just narrowly missed getting hit by a lightning bolt he launched as he died, which would have surely killed me had it not hit the ornate leg of the table I was standing behind. After tending to our wounded, we discovered the last piece of Stonefang (his eye) in the room, along with a magical +1 fork that Salopard claimed as his own, and decided to heal up as we were all pretty banged up. After our rest we double-timed it back to the caves to put the pieces in the sacred circles and banish stonefang.

As we arrived Stonefang broke free and climbed out of the pit in the middle of the cavern. Using Stonefang’s own heart, Joral critted his domination roll and dominated Stonefang and made him climb back into his pit. Using this created space, Joral and I were able to quickly maneuver to the proper ritual circles and chant the proper blessings, taking away much of Stonefang’s might from the get go, while Salopard and Pete impeded Stonefang’s ascent from his pit. When Stonefang emerged, Sally locked him down, I slowed him with a barrage of arrows and Joral struck at him from afar. Locked down and being hit from all sides, Stonefang quickly crumbled before us and got sucked back into his pit as he vowed revenge. The strangely tattooed dwarves then returned and finished the binding ritual, sealing Stonefang more permanently again.

The heroes rejoiced, as the day was theirs!
Returning outside they found Torr equally elated, as he’d just scored twosies while playing jacks with Etoila.

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Intermission

The end of “Esprit de Corpses”

Etoila led her followers to victory over the evil Deva, Zacraar, and his undead hordes. In doing so, the Zelen Wall and Keep were destroyed, along with a large portion of the army of Schof Valley. This has caused Etoila to be viewed as a hero by some, and a reckless fool by others. Comatose since the encounter with Zacraar, Etoila and her Entourage awoke a month later in the city of Overlook. Where will her search for adventure bring her next?

stay tuned…

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A letter to the parents of the deceased Sir Gerry Gary

Dear Mr & Mrs Gary,

It is not without a great deal of grief on my part that this letter is being written. THe purpose of this writing is to inform you that your dear and humble Gerry was unmercifully cut down by a gang of undead minions while on a noble adventure. You see, I am the leader of band of valiant travellers and upon seeing us in his town, Gerry would hear nothing but to come along with us. He fought alongside on the wall of your keep, planting the Battle standard of Might in the midst of evil, helping his fellows gather the courage to fight on. He continued to survive battle after battle after battle. But, due to a certain lack of intelligence in our shapeshifter’s mind, dear Gerry was cast with the fearful shadow of a flailing undead. As soon as Gerry fell I was quick to engage his murderer, and with the rage that I held, I pulverized that unruly abomination.

Sadly Mr and Mrs Gary, the story does not end there. Since it was an undead that had stolen Gerry from us, he himself turned into them. I am sorry. This is difficult to write but I must press on. He, rose again, and we put him down with the gentle fangs of our beloved guardian animal, Moss. But again, the green power was strong and reanimated Gerry and in a twist of diabolical fate, Gerry turned on me, his beloved Etoella. Swollen with anger, our fearless avenger Therren split the sky, opened it up, and brought a final peace into Gerry’s struggling soul. You can be rest assured that your son fought valiantly, and that his death, although difficult to reconcile, was a necessity for the success of our mission to save your kingdom.

Due to the nature of your sons death, I advise that you to speak to your Wise-one and have him pray to the goddess Evening Glory.

I have sent 10 gold pieces along with this letter to help mend your broken hearts.

Signed,

_Etoella Dynith, Leader of The Entourage _

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The Vivid Dream
Therren

A lot has transpired since I last made an entry. After emerging from the caves we found ourselves in the courtyard of the keep as battle raged around us. Fighting for our lives, we made our way to the top of the walls and held our position so the council’s men could retreat. While we were there, we sabotaged the fortifications, as word of a strike the next morning was circulating among the soldiers. This proved to be a turning point for our assault on the keep the following morning, as our work turned the tide of battle in favour before our first man crested the battlements. Victory is tainted with sadness though, as our companion Joral is still missing. Etoila is optimistic we will find him inside the keep, but knowing what it took to get out, I have little faith in finding our friend alive again.

Finally, there is another thing that bears recording. Etoella, Tor and I have all experienced the same dream, but our recollections are as vivid as if we each lived it.

We awoke on a cold stone floor; unsure of where we were or how we got there and why we seemed to be glowing with a faint green energy. To add to our confusion, my face bore the telltale marks of an uknown fight, while Tor and Etoella were inexplicably covered in filth.

Without the Paladin Salopard present to reprimand me, I found my eyes wandering to Etoella as she shed her filthy equipment. It was naïve of her to think Tor or I wouldn’t notice her impossibly ample chest in such an undergarment after so many months on the road (for those not present, Steve actually crit’d his dice check on how impressive they were). But with a little wink in our direction I’m left wondering if I am the one who is naïve. If this is a subtle way to gain our loyalty, it appears as though it has worked. Torr leers at her blatantly and incessantly now, and even though I am no master of how a Shifter thinks, I can see his is bonded to her.

We began to make our way from room to room, trying to unravel the mystery of our whereabouts, and soon found ourselves in combat with a group of Gnolls who fell quickly to an onslaught of arrows and the greatsword and broadsword wielded by my companions. Pressing on, we came upon another group of Gnolls who were to meet the same fate. Tor pushed forward taking the fight to the leader with an incredible jumping manoeuvre, while I did my part and loosed as many arrows as I could as Etoella covered my flank. Tor’s aggression led him to be completely encircled by a Gnoll and Hyenas, but with a carefully placed arrow shot, I dropped the leader of the group, giving him an opening to take the fight to the hyenas as we Etoella finished off the last of the Gnolls. After a short rest we moved on and yet again came upon a grouping of foul smelling Gnolls. This group proved to be much hardier and resourceful than the prvious groups, making them a fine challenge. However, as we began to overcome them a hiding Gnell floated out of a pool of water in the room and attacked. It forced us to scramble around the battlefield and use healing powers we didn’t know we had, as Tor and Etoella both bravely fought off the beast. Finally, with a mighty swing and an oath to Bahamut on his lips, Torr felled the Gnell with a savage blow. The Gnell began to pulsate with Green energy even as we lost our own green hue. Things became hazy, and all I remmeber bfore blacking out was Tor reaching for a longsword with a drogon hilt that was floating against a far wall, and which pulsated with the same green energy as the Gnell.

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And now I am back here, on the castle battlements, ready to push forward into the keep with all our companions. I relayed my bizzarre experience to the others and that is when I discovered that Tor and Etoella experienced the same events I did. When we return to camp, I’ll be sure to try and find someone who can explain this.

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Fight or Flight?
Therren

We’ve emerged from the cave into a clearing in the mountains, and sought the cover of a nearby copse of trees. Darkness has fallen and there’s flicker light through the trees at the far end of the glade. The party is battered up from our previous encounters, so they’re taking a rest while I keep watch and try to cure Etoila’s filth fever.

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In the middle of the night we made our move. As stealthy as we try to be, the Halfling continues to be our undoing in that regards. Once again he walked flush into a tree in his plate mail. Luckily it seems as though the howling wind was enough to cover the sound. The source of the light turned out to be a small cave entrance. We can hear chanting coming from it, which means we’ll likely be fighting again.

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The fight went very badly. We managed to suprise them, my arrows finding their mark 4 times before they could react, but things quickly went downhill. For all his tactical prowess is sneaking, when the fight is on, Torr’s blood seems to boil with a divine rage and he’s utterly careless. He ran strait into cavern after my opening volley and got himself hopelessly surrounded. Despite his shiftiness and innate ability to move through the battle, he was soon back to the wall and surrounded on all sides. Salopard and Etoila rushed in to aid him, but the mass of foes in their way was too much. Torr fell, and his surrounding foes turned on Salopard before his body even hit the ground. Surrounded, the Paladin was felled by a wicked shot that rang off his plate helmet like a bell. And still, more enemies poured out from around the corner! But Etoila proved her worth today. With plans of flight forming in my mind, she yelled to me that she’d hold the line and to keep loosing arrows. Foes swarmed Etoila but still she would not buckle under the assault and let them reach me, and despite taking many blows, the bodies were piling at her feet. But there is only so much a seasoned fighter can take, let alone a 16 year old noblewoman. I saw one of the dishevelled humans find a chink in her armour and bury his blade. With a strangled cry to Salopard on her lips, she fell. But no longer was the opposing force twice our strength in numbers! Etoila had done well, and Salopard, having heard his charge’s cry, was getting to his feet! Renewed by this sight, I let fly another volley while Salopard engaged the foe, and within seconds it was over. Salopard and I worked quickly to stabalise Etoila and Torr, and after a short rest it looks as though they are ready to push onwards.

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We’re taking another short rest now and arguing if we should continue on or try to rest in this somewhat defendeable position before moving against the unknown ahead. Etoila, boldened by her recent success is pushing to move onwards, but I know seh’s hiding how hurt she is. We’ve just emerged from our 2nd major battle. We encountered a strange beam device in a room ringed with mangled corpses. The beam was blasting into a portal, and seemed to be linked to the undead we’ve been encountering, so we tried to disarm it. Unfortunately, none of us seem very proficient in the arcane arts and all we managed to do was burn ourselves on the beam an get sucked into the portal. We emerged onto the other side, and we’re unsure where we actually are. Our only encounter so far has been a fight against some defence mechanisms that we made relatively short work of, but hopefully we’ll be able to get our bearings soon. Looks like a decision is about to be made about whether to stay or try a rest…I hope they heed my advice.

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Thurst deep into the damp cave

Except from Joral’s Journal

You think I would learn? What are we doing wandering around this damn cave complex?! I hate caves. Every now and then flashbacks hit me and suddenly I’m back in that damn Formorian mine..feeling the sting of their whips and the stench of death. I’m keeping up a brave face as much as possible – I just hope we don’t get trapped in here.


Now this was a little surprising. We came across a large fallen shaft pillar that spanned a chasm today – and it pulsed, throbbed even with magic energy. I’ve never seen magic like this before. Being the lightest, I volunteered to test it out. Etoila was eager to climb onto the rod, but we held her back until it was safe. I held my breath as I crossed, but it held my weight. The party crossed one by one, lit by the strange green magical light.


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