Contest of Wills

Adventure 01 pt.01
The Iron Orb

The party has been tasked by a dark and mysterious man named Malarn to find a particular iron orb held by a particular Orc chieftain whom is a part of the siege of Mithral Hall. Directions were given to follow the Surbrin north and to infiltrate enemy lines. What could be awaiting these intrepid heroes..?


The statement left outside the meeting room by Malarn and his men was a bold yet effective one. “We better not fuck with this guy,” as was so aptly put by the rogue. The party made final arrangements in Yartar before heading out into the wilderness. The ranger and the two grey elves calling themselves the River Princes stayed behind, needing more time to prepare; they said they would catch up when they could. And so, the dwarven fighter, human rogue, catfolk warlock and kobold-like cleric of Lathander set off…

After a few hours of travel, the four adventurers were ambushed by a group of barbarians and barely won the day by the skin of their teeth. After a quick scavenge of the bodies, the group found that these now-dead men belonged to the Raven Tribe of the Uthgardt barbarians. After healing and setting up camp, the rogue’s keen eyes caught movement back in the trees but upon investigating, there was nothing left behind by these shadows… The party traveled further toward their inevitable goal and a found a strange campsite a few hours later; tracks of any living being were nowhere to be found nearby the smouldering remnants of a small campfire.

The party continued to make its way up the River Surbrin and encountered a group of forest trolls near Nesmé, apparently stragglers after the sacking of the city. After defeating the beasts, the party found a small cache of loot that the trolls had hidden away at their campsite. Having thwarted the evil lurking nearby, the party decided to set up camp there.

L5 5083xp

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Adventure 01 pt.02
Storming the Tower

Experience:
L6: 3300
L5: 3666

Coins 6590gp
Gems

Black Pearl (200 gp)
Blue Quartz (9 gp)
Deep Blue Spinel (200 gp)
Deep Blue Spinel (300 gp)
Golden Yellow Topaz (400 gp)
Jasper (40 gp)
Moonstone (50 gp)
Rhodochrosite (14 gp)
Smoky Quartz (50 gp)
Star Rose Quartz (60 gp)
Turquoise (7 gp)

Total value = 1330 gp
Art Objects

Bolt of Silk (20 gp)
Bolt of Silk (20 gp)
Dragonscale Ribbon (200 gp)
Leopard Fur Hunter’s Cap inlaid with Bronze (600 gp)

Total value = 840 gp

Total value 8760 gp

Other stuff::

(?? Breastplate)
(?? Maul, Large)
Eagle’s Splendor (potion) (300gp)
Magic Weapon (oil) (50gp)
Sword, short bane +2 Bane Vs: monstrous humanoids (10160gp)
Scroll of scorching ray ; comprehend languages ; darkness (75gp)
shield, heavy, steel +1 shield (2170gp)
studded leather +1 armor (2175gp)
Scroll of obscuring mist reduce person (50gp)
Remove Paralysis (potion) (300gp)
Enlarge Person (potion) (50gp)
shield, tower +1 shield (2225gp)
Bear’s Endurance (potion) (300gp)
Cure Moderate Wounds (potion) (50gp)

Total value of Other Stuff: 18155gp

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The River Princes: Onyx's Story Chapter 1

Chapter 1: And So Our Story Begins…

Receiving letters with our names on them isn’t a new thing, but the strange skull insignia in the wax was quite new. Death was the first thing that came to mind upon seeing it, but we are the River Princes: We laugh at the thought of death.

It didn’t take us long to find the meeting place, and upon entering the inn and stating our glorious names, the elven wench led us down a hallway and into a room with a number of other adventurers. At that point, I didn’t pay them much mind, since we were still able to order ale, but it wasn’t long before a few men clad in black armor made their way into the inn. Two stood out in the hall, which was a tactic I had seen in my travels. This immediately gave me a bad feeling about who exactly we were all about to do work for.

The pale man’s name was Malarn, and he told us that we were to find an item known as the Iron Ball for his master. Not only was his appearance questionable, but anyone who had a master would never gain my respect or trust. He gave us the choice of leaving, to which a few of the others did. The thought had crossed my mind, but the way he said it caused me to keep my seat and enjoy my ale. It seemed like a number of adventurers were fine with risking their lives for a faceless employer, but unlike the rest of them, The River Princes, and their cousin, were in no rush to start the job.

Instead, we stayed in town to enjoy a day of intoxicated fun. This was, of course, after seeing the three dead adventurers in the hallway, but since we didn’t know them at all, we simply stepped over them and made our way to the tavern. That night, we drank, played music, gambled, and sang; All of the things one needed to do before heading off on some unknown adventure. There may have been a elven wench or four as well, it got a little fuzzy. But, as the festivities died down, and our blurred vision shifted to one that allowed us to walk, we made our way after our far more eager adventuring fellows.

We had wandered through a number of encampments, and even a settlement, that left little behind besides the smell of burnt buildings and rotting flesh. Twas nothing we hadn’t seen before, but it left myself a bit jealous that we did not get to partake in the festivities. The choice between a night of blood or a night of wine is always a difficult one, but since they both gave a similar tingling sensation I had little to complain about.

The tingling of the cities ale was finally starting to leave my body when we came across a bonfire in the distance. My cousin, being the sneaky little tracker he is, immediately left our side as I started playing an introductory melody for the River Princes. I had pointed out a few beautiful sea shells to my brother as we made our way toward our fellow adventurers, to which he picked them up with that sly grin of his. They would fetch a good price for the right buyer, and we were great judges of character.

As we reached the fire, I took a moment to make note of who exactly we were about to start adventuring with. A kitty-man, a midget with a lizard skin condition, and an armor clad dirt eater. The first two did little to acknowledge our presence, but the dwarf (as the rest of the world refers to them) was quick to do so, or at least point out my amazing musical prowess.

Not wanting to lose trust right away, I asked if he would share a drink of liquor with me, to which he seemed to refuse. Even my attempts to charm him into doing so were futile, and so I left him with kind words and made my way into the shadows of the night. It was time to rest. The next day would hold more than melodies and bad decisions, if my intuition was right.

The day brought us new energies, and so we all made our way up the hills to see what exactly was the source of the smoke beyond them. My cousin took point, letting us know that there was a field filled with bonfires and a small battalion of orcs. Much of the party couldn’t come up with a course of action that they liked, or that wouldn’t get us killed, so I took to the woods with Obsidian and our cousin so as not to get noticed.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to follow in our brilliant footsteps, but realizing that at least one of them would probably make enough noise to garner attention, I devised a plan. I suggested to one of the orcs that his allies had all turned on him, to which he responded by going on a rampage and starting to kill them. This caused an uproar in their camp, gave me time to silence the party so that we could sneak past them, and allowed us an easier path toward our destination.

Upon reaching the tower we had seen off in the distance, I heard a heated argument going on between an orc and a humanoid that held a tone to his voice that was far from orcish. I let the dwarf know about this as we hid in the trees, and we all soon got a good look at who this commanding figure was. His black scale armor and shimmering black greatsword left me wishing he would die of a heart attack so that I could sell them to a king for a fortune, but alas he lived on. And if his equipment wasn’t enough, he appeared to be able to ride atop a black dragon with ease. He was not one to be trifled with, that was for certain.

With the main threat to our survival gone, the dwarf seemed to be itching for a fight, and to be honest, he wasn’t the only one. I attempted to suggest that an orc attack his allies, but he shrugged it off, much to my dismay. And so, we got ourselves ready for combat. My cousin and brother chose to jump into the trees, with Obsidian making the dwarf double in size for battle. A good plan, but I didn’t have the time to tip my hat to him. The little lizard man covered the snow in what seemed to be blood, which seemed to hinder us more than our enemies, and though I tried to dispel it I failed.

The dwarf quickly got the attention of most of the orc, slamming his ax into a number of them as their attacks bounced off of his armor. The catfolk spawned dragon-like wings and took to the skies, casting spells down at the orcs like a true warlock. My brother used some fire spells on the enemies, while our cousin shot them with his arrows. I tried to wear some of the orcs out to the point that they passed out, blinding the few that dared to get close enough to me.

We were slowly chipping away at their forces until their commander made his presence known by kicking the door down and charging at our dwarf with a rage filled battle cry. He slammed his maul into the dwarf’s chest, and it looked like he had done some major damage to our new ally, but the lizard man proved that the powers of a God were great indeed. In a flash of healing light, the dwarf was left unharmed and continued to fight with great vigor.

Realizing the sheer power that the leader had, I took the time to blind him and most of his allies, but it wasn’t enough. The few archers they had stationed in the tower rained a hail of arrows down on the kitty warlock, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground. One down, and even my cousin fell in battle, but Obsidian was there to help him back to his feet. I was ready to sound the tactical disappearance of the River Princes, if need be, but things quickly took a turn for the better.

The dwarf eliminated their leader, and from their it was only a matter of time before we wiped out the rest. I was able to knock one of the orcs unconscious, which gave me the pleasure of repeatedly stabbing my dagger into his chest and neck. It may have only been one kill, but it was enough.

As the rest of the enemies fell, the allies that remained started to scavenge what they could from within the tower. My brother and I found plenty of gold and other jewels and trinkets to sell to people in the future, and I’m sure that the others found others things of value as well. It was quickly decided that sleeping in the tower was not the best course of action, and so we made our way to the woods. We needed our rest after a battle like that. Death was not in the cards for the River Princes, but the same could not be said about our companions. Only time could tell their fate.

Onyx’s Loot (Debatable)
1,125 GP
Black Pearl (200GP), Deep Blue Spinel (300GP), Smoky Quartz (50GP), Star Rose Quartz (60GP)
Bolt of Silk x2 (20GP ea), Fancy Hair Trinket x2(), Great Axe ()
Bane Short Sword +2, Bane Vs: Monstrous Humanoids (10160GP)

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Dwarven Diary - Part 1
Two days of adventures

Having wandered in disgraced exile for so long, I dare say I was shocked when a messenger tracked me down with a forbidding looking letter stamped with a skull insignia. My curiosity piqued, I opened the letter and read my invitation for a dangerous quest. Having nothing to lose and a desire to break free of my aimless wandering, I found my way to the meeting place.

Upon my arrival, I was brought down a dark hallway to a gloomy meeting room where several other adventurers were already waiting, including far too many shifty elvenfolk for my liking. Though I suppose they should come in handy in a pinch if we come across Orcs and the like. Also among the company present was some sort of cat-person, a strange little halfling lizard man and a few humans. I had my doubts about staying with such a ragged company, but just then the door flew open and a foreboding man in black armor came in, with two waiting in the hallway. Their attitudes and actions left me feeling uneasy.

One of the men, a large pale man who called himself Malarn, laid out the quest before us: we wer to retrieve a particular Iron Orb from some filthy orc chieftain along the river in the north. All my doubts and thoughts of leaving fled my stout body as I savored the thought of splitting many orc skulls with my war axe. It was at this point that Malarn said all those who wished to leave should go now. I watched a few weak and sketchy looking folks get up and leave and I loudly announced that if there were orcs to be slain, then I was in.

As Malarn and his compatriots made their exit, those of us remaining looked around the room at each other. Finally, several of us got up to leave, and in the hallway we discovered the corpses of those that had chosen not to take the quest. It seems my deep hatred of orcs has served beneficial once again! A rogue among us rifled through the dead men’s things, but didn’t seem to find anything of interest. And so we all set out our separate ways to make our final preparations to set out.

Having spent so many years wandering the world, I had need of nothing special in order to follow our quest. However, I did take a moment to stop at the shop and purchase some liquor to fill my flask, which was uncharacteristically empty.

Finally, we were set. We began on our way north, following the river, although I noticed the trio of elves from the meeting room were not with us. After walking for a few hours, we were attacked by a small band of Uthgardt barbarians of the raven tribe. They were strong and fierce, but we held the day. As a reminder of our victory, I took a small raven totem from one of the fallen barbarians.

Following the battle, we tended to our wounds and set up camp. At this time, I noticed some odd movement to the north. The human with us used his much better eyes to spot some sort of humanoid shape moving to the north. We set north again and found a strange campsite, recently used. It was the strangest thing, though, as there was not a single track to be seen anywhere in the area. Despite this disturbing sign, we decided to continue north to see what was ahead.

As we walked, we came across a large group of forest trolls, obviously stragglers from the sacking of Nesme. We battled fiercely, and we were once again victorious. After a small amount of looking, we tracked down the trolls’ horde and were rewarded with much loot. I found a new set of stronger plate armor, and am thus ready for more action!

We set up camp and prepared to rest for the evening. As we sat around the campfire, I heard a strange music coming from the woods to our south. I was not too alarmed, knowing that the three elves of our party were to be joining us. And lo and behold, one of the elvenfolk came walking right into our campsite and sat down. He started talking to me, as though I was interested in what he had to say, when all of a sudden a second one came into the campsite strumming some strange instrument, the likes of which I had never seen before. Finally a third elf came in and sat amongst us.

As we sat there, the other members of the party ignoring these new folks, I decided to do my best to welcome them. Of course, being elves, it wasn’t two minutes before one of them was trying to trick me out of my recently purchased liquor. One of them even tried to offer me some shells from the riverbank as some sort of exotic item! Like my grandfather always told me, never trust an elf! The one elf with the weird lute thing also kept touching me, and once I felt very strange. I think it may have been magic. I will have to keep an eye on these elves, lest they steal my liquor or put me under some sort of unnatural spell!

Finally we went to bed. Once again, everyone was mystified that I crawled right into my bedroll, armor and all. Ah well, what they don’t know is probably good for me, especially with rogues and elves running about.

In the morning, we once again set out north. After following the river for a ways, we came to a ridge. We made our way up the ridge, when one of the elves told us of a number of campfires with a large number of orcs just on the other side of the ridge. From the ridge to the area with the orcs was separated by a rather sharp forty foot drop, so I worked my way to the west, following the elvenfolk.

At this point, chaos broke out. One of the orcs attacked his fellow orcs and a huge battle ensued, orc on orc. We used the noise and confusion to cover our movements and made our way towards the tower at the north end of the field and the strange building sized object that seemed to pulse just off to the side of the tower. As we got close to the tower, I could hear some sort of argument going on in orcish, but I couldn’t make out the words. Then the bard elf told he had heard a heated discussion between an orc and some other non-orc about who was in charge. No sooner had he told me this, then the door of the tower flew open and a commanding figure covered in black scale armor and carrying a shimmering black greatsword came strutting out walking towards the strange moving object near the tower. To my surprise and dismay, he climbed onto what turned out to be an enormous black dragon and flew off into the distance. Clearly this man was to be taken seriously!

Since the black dragon rider and his mount were gone, the only thing remaining in my vision was filthy orcs and my blood began to boil. I looked at the rest of the party to see what they were planning, and saw the elves and some others make off into the trees. As I prepared to charge, one of the elves (perhaps more useful than I thought) cast some sort of magic on me that caused me to double in size! With my newfound size and strength, I charged the nearest orc and went to work with my war axe.

As I fought, and more orcs surrounded me, the strange little lizard man did something that caused the snow around us to turn blood red. It didn’t seem to do anything else to me or my orc foes, but my fellow party members were very dismayed by it, with the catfolk even sprouting what seemed to be dragon wings and flying off into the air.

We continued battle, and I killed a couple of the filthy orcs. Just then, the door to the tower burst open in a furious blast, kicked open by the largest orc I had ever laid eyes on. Even with my newfound size, I found this orc somewhat intimidating. And rightly so, as he immediately charged right at me and hit me with his ridiculously large maul. I could feel the bones in my chest caving in and I knew this would be the end of me, oh to die at the hands of a vile, disgusting orc. But just as the orc hit me, the strange lizard-man halfling muttered something and it was as if nothing at all had happened. Renewed and healed, I continued to tear into the leader, landing blow after blow with what seemed no effect. And then he withdrew, and I was left to deal with the few orcs still surrounding me. Once they were dealt with, I went and finished off the huge orc with my great axe, taking great joy in his pitiful death rattle.

With their leader killed, the few remaining orcs were a simple job to finish off. I even saw that the bard elf managed to get a kill, and seemed to enjoy it a little too much. Remembering our quest, I quickly searched through the tower. Unfortunately, the second floor was being ransacked, so I made my way up to the third floor, where I found a strange vial that glowed blue. I brought it to the elves to identify. We found many other trinkets and items, and together we celebrated our victory.

Tasuf’s Loot: (Debatable)

1,125 GP
+1 tower shield
Dragonscale ribbon
enlarge person potion
bear’s endurance potion

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The River Princes: Obsidian's Story Chapter 1
And so it begins.....

Receiving letters with our names on them isn’t a new thing, but the strange skull insignia in the wax was quite new. Death was the first thing that came to mind upon seeing it, but we are the River Princes: We laugh at the thought of death.

Finding the location in the letter was easy enough and upon entering the inn my brother and I boldly state our names making our presence know. As the elven wench led us down a hallway and into a room with a number of other adventurers, whom I payed little mind too. But when the men clad in black armor made their way into the inn the atmosphere changed instantly. Two stood out in the hall, making sure none left, which was something I had seen in my travels before. Immediately I got a bad feeling about who exactly we were all about to do work for.

The pale man’s name was Malarn, and he told us that we were to find an item known as the Iron Ball for his master. Not only was his appearance questionable, but any man slave to another would never gain my respect or trust. He gave us the choice of leaving, to which a few of the others did. The thought had crossed my mind, but the way he said it gave me the feeling that keeping my seat was the better option. It seemed like a number of adventurers were fine with risking their lives for a faceless employer, but unlike the rest of them, The River Princes, and their cousin, were in no rush to start the job.

After seeing the three dead adventurers in the hallway, I was quickly reminded and reassured of my decision to stay, not knowing them at all made me have no further thoughts about them so I simply stepped over them and made my way out of the tavern. That night, we drank, played music, gambled, and sang; All of the things one needed to do before heading off on some unknown adventure. There may have been an elven wench or four as well, it got a little fuzzy. But, as the festivities died down, and our blurred vision shifted to one that allowed us to walk, we made our way after our far more eager adventuring fellows.

The tingling of the cities ale was finally starting to leave my body when we came across a bonfire in the distance. My cousin Shale, being the sneaky little tracker he is, immediately left our side as my brother Onyx started to play an introductory melody for the River Princes. Onyx pointed out a few beautiful sea shells to me as we made our way toward our fellow adventurers, to which I picked up with a sly grin aimed at my brother. They would fetch a good price for the right buyer, and we were great judges of character.

As we reached the fire, We took a moment to make note of who exactly we were about to start adventuring with. A cat-man, a midget with a scaled skin condition, and an armor clad dirt dweller. The first two did little to acknowledge our presence, but the dwarf (as the rest of the world refers to them) was quick to do so, or at least point out my brothers amazing musical prowess.

Onyx immediately start the “process” on the dirty little man. Though for some reason, his attempted charms were futile.We made our way into the shadows of the night. It was time for the River Princes to sleep. If my intuition was correct the next day would hold more than melodies and bad decisions. if my intuition was right.

The day brought us new energies and clear minds, and so we all made our way up the hills to see what exactly was the source of the smoke beyond them. Shale took point, letting us know that there was a field filled with bonfires and a small battalion of orcs. Much of the party couldn’t come up with a course of action that they liked, or that wouldn’t get us killed, so I took to the forrest with Onyx and our cousin Shale so as not to be noticed.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to follow in our brilliant footsteps, but realizing that at least one of them would probably make enough noise to garner attention,My brother Onyx quickly took action suggesting to one of the orcs that his allies had all turned on him, to which he responded by going on a rampage and starting to kill them. This caused an total riot in among their ranks, giving us time to silence the party so that we could sneak past them, and allowed us an easier path toward our destination.

Upon reaching the tower we had seen off in the distance, Onyx quickly relayed that he had heard a heated argument going on between an orc and a humanoid that held a tone to his voice that was far from orcish. We hid in the trees, and we all soon got a good look at who this commanding figure was. His black scale armor and shimmering black greatsword left me wishing he would drop dead on the spot so that I could sell them to a king for a fortune, but alas he lived on. And if his equipment wasn’t enough, he appeared to be able to ride atop a black dragon with ease. He was not one to be trifled with, that was for certain.

With the main threat to our survival flying off, the dwarf seemed to feel the itch for a slaughter, a feeling I know all too well. And so, we got ourselves ready for combat. My cousin and I chose to jump into the trees, with and after making the dwarf double in size for battle. A good plan, which are the only kind I have. The little lizard man covered the snow in what seemed to be blood, which seemed to hinder some of my “friends” more than our enemies, Although I remained unaffected.

The dwarf quickly got the attention of most of the orc, slamming his ax into a number of them as their attacks bounced off of his armor. The cat-man spawned demon-like wings and took to the skies, casting spells down at the orcs like a true warlock. After conjuring a ball of flame, I began to torment the orcs with a combination of flame and a volley of bolts, while my cousin shot them with his arrows from the branch next to me. Onyx set forth blinding the few that dared to get close enough to him.

As the orc forces started to dwindle their commander prominently made his presence known by kicking the door down and charging at the dirt dweller with a rage filled battle cry. He slammed his maul into the dwarf’s chest, and it looked like he had done some major damage to our new ally, but the lizard man proved that the powers of a God were great indeed. In a flash of healing light, the dwarf was left unharmed and continued to fight with great vigor.

Realizing the sheer power that the leader had, was something to be slightly feared Onyx made his eyes almost bleed with a blinding word, but it wasn’t enough. The few archers they had stationed in the tower rained a hail of arrows down on the cat-man warlock, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground. One down, and even my cousin fell in battle, but I was there to help him back to his feet. I was ready to sound the tactical disappearance of the River Princes, if need be, but things quickly took a turn for the better.

The dwarf eliminated their leader, and from their it was only a matter of time before we wiped out the rest. Onyx was able to knock one of the orcs unconscious, which gave him the pleasure of repeatedly stabbing his dagger into his chest and neck. I quickly made my way to the fallen commander and gained a few trinkets.

As the rest of the enemies fell, the allies that remained started to scavenge what they could from within the tower. My brother and I found plenty of gold and other jewels and trinkets to sell to people in the future, and I’m sure that the others found other things of value as well. It was quickly decided that sleeping in the tower was not the best course of action, and so we made our way to the woods. We needed our rest after a battle like that. Death was not in the cards for the River Princes, but the same could not be said about our companions. Only time could tell their fate.

Obsidian’s Loot
1,125 GP
(?? Breastplate),(?? Maul, Large), Fancy Hair Trinket x2(?),Remove Paralysis (potion) (300gp),Deep Blue Spinel (200 gp),Golden Yellow Topaz (400 gp),studded leather +1 armor (2175gp)

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Adventure 01 pt.03

L6 1800xp
L5 2000xp

Coins 12,570gp

Mundane Items

Holy Water (4 flasks, 25 gp each)
Masterwork Thieves’ Tools (50 gp)

Total value = 150 gp
Magic Items

Handy Haversack (2000 gp)
Potion of Cure Light Wounds (50 gp)

Total value = 2050 gp
Total value 14770 gp

Other Stuff::
Waraxe, dwarven +2 (6180 gp)
sword, bastard +1 (2135gp)
shortspear keen +1 (6151 gp)
dagger +1 (2152 gp)
Waraxe, dwarven +1 (2180 gp)

Total value of Other Stuff 18798 gp

TOTAL VALUE 33568 gp

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The River Princes: Onyx's Story Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Swindle and Slaughter

Our journey brought us to the middle of the woods, where we had camped for the night after our long battle against the orc chieftain and his troops. As we awoke to continue our journey toward the keep, we were ambushed by some ferocious winter wolves who were long due for a large meal. Unfortunately for them, we had other plans besides being digested over the next few ours.

The five large wolves mostly hunted in a pack, but our dwarven ally, Tasuf, got the attention of four of the five of them, while the fifth chased after my cousin and I. With great haste, I made my way up the nearest tree and proceeded to have the wolf bite itself while Shale kiting the enemy the best he could. Unlucky for him, and my pocket, the wolf chased him to another tree and froze him to death with a chilling howl. The rest of the group eliminated the four wolves, while I made the final wolf kill itself. A successful endeavor, besides the fact that we lost yet another companion.

After charming the dwarf to carry my fallen cousin, I climbed a tree to see if I could find a nearby barbarian settlement that the group had been talking about. I was able to pinpoint some smoke off in the distance, and so I led the way to the trade post. Luckily for me, none of the barbarians in the settlement were even close to my intellect, and so my brother and I do what we did best: we made money. After a number of quick spells to make the merchant stupid and friendly, and make it so that he’d believe anything I said, we got rid of all of our unnecessary items for a large sum of coin, which I believe I split up evenly based on the amount of work put into making it.

With plenty of money in tow, my brother and I made our way to the temple in an attempt to bring back out fallen enemies. It seemed that our kobold-like friend had already failed at getting to priests to revive them, so it was time to put the River Princes to action once again. Since the priests were part of a barbarian tribe, I assumed that they worshiped a God that demanded greatness in battle, and so I showed them the weapon and armor of the fallen orc chieftain. When they asked for the story behind his death, I couldn’t help but strum my banjo and tell them the glorious tale of how I killed Ogreboner by chopping off his cock. Like many of my stories, the priests were entranced by the tale of death and glory.

Our allies were revived, and so we all decided to rest for the night, with our rooms comped because of how amazing and entertaining my performance was. We woke up and all went about our business, with my brother, the kobold, and myself going to the merchant to pick up a couple of items and have him make some fur cloaks for adventuring in the cold. While that was getting done, I went to make the acquaintance of the leader of the barbarians. The chief was a stubborn human fool, like most of the barbarians that I’ve met, and as I called him a coward, I could see the tensing of his muscles as he held himself back. For barbarians of Tempest, they were all more interested in snowballs and pretending to be warriors.

After pissing off the chief, I decided that it was a good idea to pick up our fur cloaks and move on to the keep. Our journey wasn’t long, and the outside was lightly guarded by a couple of orc sentries. I made one of them friendly while we killed the other. I was able to convince the friendly orc that his brethren had betrayed him, and so we made our way into the keep. I had used a silence spell on myself and snuck up to the keep, getting shot at by an arrow. I crawled up the keep and teleported into where a number of archers were help up, casting an obscuring mist in their area so that they couldn’t shoot at my allies.

Making my way past the enemies on the ceiling, I found a secret door in the stonework and opened it to find the rest of my enemies next to, or over, a chasm. We killed the remaining enemies, opened the door to the next area, and explored the dark caverns of the dwarven stronghold. I remained on the ceiling until we found a statue with a shiny ax in its hands. The dwarf grabbed the ax, while my brother popped the jewels from the statues eyes, and then we opened the wooden door in front of us. We fought a few more orcs, eliminating them with much ease, and then we decided to make camp in the bunk room. We blocked the door with a spare bunk bed, and rested up. Our fight through the keep is far from over.

Onyx’s Loot (Debatable)
2514 Gold
Handy Haversack, +1 Keen Shortspear, +1 Dagger

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Dwarven Fortress Part 1

We made our way out of the Barbarian village and headed towards the old dwarven fortress that was inhabited by orcs and many other matter of creatures. We started our climb up to the front door of the fortress and stopped when we heard two orcs talking. Onyx used his mental mind melt to convince one of the orcs that his brethren were going to betray him, so he started fighting with us. We killed the other orc next to him and made our way to the front door, while being shot at by orc archers. Onyx disappeared, as he always does, so we fought our way into the fortress. We entered a room with a giant pit and a place where there was once a bridge. I used my crossbow to shoot at the archers across the pit, as the others used their various ranged abilities to attack as well. While we were attacking two doors opened up on our side. One had an orc in it, while the other housed my cousin Onyx. We killed all the orcs in the room and made our way across the pit with the help of our clerics’ invisible bridge. We all got across and found ourselves standing in front of a large stone door. We opened it to find out that the fortress opened up into a cavern of sorts. We explored the cavern and killed some more orcs. Onyx mentioned that there were a few orcs in various rooms, while there was also a larger creature in one room with two other non-humanoid enemies in there with him. We decided to rest in the room adjacent to regain our strength, but while we were heading in, we noticed a statue of a giant dwarf. He had eyes made out of gems, which Obsidian grabbed immediately, and a battleaxe. The dwarf took the axe with much enthusiasm. Must be a dwarf thing. We finally got into the room and realised that we needed to barricade the door somehow, so Obsidian sook out his blade and jammed the lock. We rested and gained out strength, for what was sure to be a difficult battle ahead.

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Dwarven Fortress Part 2

We awoke from our rest and got ready for the battle. When we exited the room, Onyx mentioned that the large enemy went to the room down the hall. So we decided to search the room he was in the night before. We walked in and i found a map on the table with what looked like battle plans, while Obsidian ran for the throne-like chair and sat down. When Onyx got into the room he examined the collars on the chains on the floor and determined they were magical, so he took them. Since there was nothing left in the room we started walking towards the far room. The dwarf walked to the door “sneakily” and when he got to the door Onyx went to the door and opened it from the ceiling. Before they were able to open the door, a giant ogre burst through the door and charged the dwarf. It was a long battle but was somewhat simple, as our group stayed to their strengths and took the group of enemies down. We found nothing of use the the room they were in, so i decided that we must’ve missed a door somewhere. SO me and the dwarf started searching and found a hidden door…

Shale loot: Minor cloak of displacement, Ring of swimming, Immovable Rod (debateable)

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Adventure 01 pt.04

L6 2700

4200 gp

Ring of Protection +2
Immovable Rod
Ring of Swimming, Improved
Cloak of Displacement, Minor
Cure Serious Wounds (potion)
Undetectable Alignment (potion)
Wand of Cure Moderate Wounds (32 charges)
Cloak of Charisma +2
Incandescent Blue Sphere Ioun Stone

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