Just Desserts

Unfortunately, mine was not the blow that ended Xeron’s miserable existence. My dissatisfaction was lessened when I finally got what I wanted, a pair of enchanted gauntlets that enhances their wearer’s strength.   As for the others, they got other valuable objects. Of particular interest is Merthuvial, an ancient sword belonging to a long forgotten king of these parts.  We encountered his spirit, and he told us of his link to our party thru Valthurne, who he entrusted Merthuvial to.

I wonder how this affects our fortunes, our future.

I have decided to stay with this group a little longer.

Published in: on September 29, 2008 at 10:11 am  Comments (1)  

Another Loss

The battle against the abomination took another of our companions, Chealn, Iroel’s familiar. As I understand, a familiar is more than just a wizard’s “pet”. They are an extension of their very being.

I have witnessed the death of a part of Iroel. I wonder how this affects the elf? I myself have never seen an elf in grief…

Published in: on September 6, 2008 at 5:04 pm  Comments (1)  

The Power of the Divine

It was stupid of me to charge forward into a spider’s nest. Especially a spider the size of a horse!

I almost died, but was aware of divine power being used nearby. I later learned Prytannia called upon Pelor’s power to wound our foe, buying us precious time. hmmm….

Prytannia

Published in: on August 27, 2008 at 3:07 pm  Comments (7)  

Broken Body, Unbroken Spirit

Perhaps I need more training after all. Master Deceit told me so right after I told him I had recovered and wanted to continue my journey. I was being impatient he said, but I was probably living up to my name as well. He told me to find my own way then, and to never return until I had gained what it was I wanted.

So now here I am, barely conscious. My life ebbing away in this pit I fell into. The monsters in the next chamber had herded me here by accident. What an end…..certainly not what I wanted…

Hmmm? I awake… and to such fortunate and strange circumstances. 2 women, priestesses of some sort. I can smell it on them. An elven wizard… 2 warriors of sorts.. and a quick elf.

I convince them I am no threat. In fact, I’m an asset. They want Xeron. I want Xeron too, for an entirely different but no less urgent reason. No sooner do they heal me a bit when they decide to enter the room where most of my former companions met their end. This time I am ready. They are skilled, these new comrades, and what was a lopsided fight the last time becomes winnable.

They were all automatons of some sort. The wizard would later say they were golems. I never saw how that golem managed to twist my arm and redirect the force of the blow to myself. I intend to avoid that maneuver if ever I encounter it again.

Well, two near death experiences in a day would have Master Deceit shake his head in disappointment. Perhaps I shouldn’t go back anytime soon. Best to pick myself up and strengthen myself further.

We’ve found the scent of Xeron’s trail, at the cost of one of my new companions. It is a high price to pay.

And I would not wish anyone to be Xeron when we find him.

Published in: on August 19, 2008 at 3:07 pm  Comments (1)  
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