Threads of Invasion

Into the Forest

After the Grell (flying brains with tentacles, no not MindFlayers) attacked the nice little town (Adakmi? human names are so difficult, no music in them and not enough syllables) in the middle of no-where, me and the others who put the Grell down decided to see if we could find where they came from. I mean you can’t leave people to look after themselves, Brindol proved that.

Something truly horrific is happening the forest, it feels like the forest is dying, a chaos infestation of some sort. According to the locals we met (an orc tribe with tendencies more to the natural rather than the brutal) it is emanating from that tower or somewhere close to it.

The people I met in Adakmi seem like good sorts, heroes in their own right from what I can gather, I guess I should believe them after all the Brindol story sounds quite fanciful, regardless though they’re stalwart fighters… They have strange ideas about how Healers work.

They’re also going to Shae Loralyndar, which is great. If they end up being as decent as they seem, then they’ll be great at my sister’s wedding… anything to take the focus of me. It is hard to believe it has been over a decade since I was there last… and that was before the day of mourning.

I hope Father has calmed down a little. He never did like that I was an Elf. Though out in the wider world it would appear that being an elf is something of an advantage, much lower mortality rates than Eladrin. If other Eladrin are like Naivaran then I am quite surprised the rest of world still exists when there are killing machines like that around… Still my brothers are Eladrin and the only thing I can imagine them killing is a bottle of wine.

Attack of the brains

The winds of fate brought together three strands of the Draconic Prophecy in Adakmi – two of the Heroes of Brindol, two of the Company of the Dragon Prophet and a lonely mage far from his watery homeland. The five were enjoying a drink while swapping stories of high adventure and watching the pilgrims who had gathered to pay respect to an ancient Gatekeeper hero, when the town square was invaded by gigantic flying brains with tentacles and beaks.
Leaping into action, the five engaged the abominations with bow, blade and spell. The unlikely foes proved tough adversaries, employing blasts of mental energy, paralysing tentacles and vicious bites. Several pilgrims fell to the creatures before they were dispatched.

Flying through the air with the greatest of ease

Having recovered with the help of my team mates we finished off the undead apes. Whiskey seemed to lose a little focus though and our new friend started sticking needles in me – you can’t fathom these fleshies! The needles seemed to heal me and have various other effects – I think I prefer Whiskey’s methods. He’s a funny chap reminding me of the Makers.

After finishing off the Apes we were faced with double closed doors. There was a bit of faffing around I something to do with listening and checking and finally we did the obvious and opened it. Inside were yet more undead who met us at the door. These were tough hitting creatures with all sorts of gooey poison attacks – not nice!

There was also some magic attacks coming from within the room so I decided to have a good look around while dealing with the beasties. No surprise there was a sneaky snake creature hiding behind a column. Once spotted the creature fled to a metal contraption hanging from the ceiling.

It was time to act. If I wasn’t fast our more magically inclined members might finish the snake off and ruin the fun. I did a running leap, swung up and climbed the remaining gap -- that surprised it! THEN after a good hit from me the creature was attacked by my party and fell down….. apparently climbing is easier than falling is all that need be said.

The rest of the fight was a good stouch with plenty of work by the whole party, the minotaur is very impressive, nearly as good as me at holding the line. And yes more needles.

After using most of our powers right down to my last healing it was time for a wee lie down.

After closing the door we rested. We apparently missed two search parties but could not find them. Now there seems multiple options as to where to go – still no idea where this ceremony is.

Fleshy Ziggurat

One of the fire-tailed yuan-ti was quite large. Both were very tough to hit, but were eventually defeated. During the pursuit of the smaller yuan-ti, Klang jumped on the fleshy ziggurat and was dazed. After hitting the ziggurat the alarm was set off again. There no more sounds of pursuit, so we stayed to investigate. Mikel disarmed the alarm and wanted to stay to investigate the portals (2 active – one inactive, but each had runes to activate/deactivate). The party had other plans. He was able to determine the ziggurat came from Khyber and was the focus of some sort of evil ritual – possibly involving the portals.

We climbed a ramp to an upper balcony which looked over both the large room and also the three towers outside. Another portal was here. Whiskey summoned a draconic demon to predict the future, from which more questions were raised than answered. Further secret doors and unexplored corridors/stairs later, found us descending a stairwell, where we were ambushed by 3 ape-like creatures that used a hooting sound to attack. Klang was knocked unconscious.

To further explore this fascinating labyrinth, these creatures must be defeated.

A long nap

After waking from what seemed to be a very long nap, we had some visitors. They announced their arrival by hurling balls of gas into our room and hacking at us with picks. Nice.

Whiskey, Klang and Salth managed to throw off the sleeping gas that engulfed the rest of the group and successfully fought off the yuan-ti attackers. During the combat we were aided by two figures from across the entry hall. These two turned out to be ‘students on a field trip’. From Morgrave University in Sharn, or so they say. In any case they (Irann – an elven transgender Seeker and Mikel – a human artist and artificer) seemed keen to join us on our slightly fuzzy campaign to stop the bad guys doing bad stuff.

Mikel proved immediately useful by spotting a secret door that lead up to various floors of the fortress. The first couple of floors were familiar, but the third was unusual. And when I say unusual, I mean, BAD. A massive chamber with a mix of both columns and pillars – which shows the sort of depravity the yuan-ti are into. Also two active portals and one in the off position. The whole chamber was dominated by a black marble ziggurat that emanated badness. Whiskey approached and was overcome as icy evil reached into his stomach and grasped his heart (proving that saying about men, hearts and stomachs). Klang shot it. An alarm went off and we hid. Well, we hid for a brief moment – then Klang charged out yelling at the fire tailed Yuan-ti who had come to investigate.

A new threat

In a far off corner of the land a new Red Hand threat looms. An army of hobgoblins it intent on invading the human lands to the east and establishing their perverted religion.

Fortunately a band of stalwart adventurers is there to slow them dowm. A hobgoblin hero with his silent eladrin companion; two stealthy rangers, one a mysterious race from the darkness below, another an elf from Thelanis; a brave elven cleric, a woodsman and a deadly bladesinger.

These brave souls and found out the evil invasion plan through stealth, cunning and knocking a few heads together. After finishing off a minor base and delaying the attack by destroying a key bridge our adventurers now face a greater threat. In the middle of a marsh they found a sunken town being used as a base by the evil Red Hand. The adventurers have stealthily attacked this base and are currently facing a dragon and its rider, ogres, an ettin and a dragoborn.

What Bragg do today

As per your instrukshins I am telling you what hell i am up to. Of course you know I catch and kill all unpleasant lizardmen, get to castle, meet other things there and persuade them help Bragg finish lizardmen off properly. After they have little rest of course.

First tell about Eladrin. We go through portal, find dead Eladrin. One talk to the Whiskey (he are one with many eyes in jacket) say, “help us get back our chalice.” Lizardmen steal chalice and other items of Power for use in their ritual. Oh! I forget to say, lizardman are raising thing called “Certrus” back from dead, maybe you know more about this.

So after meeting dead Eladrin we go through another portal and find Ahnild – he are dead, hang from chains on ceiling. Enough are enough, now Bragg are properly angry with lizardmen and anyone who help them. Ahnild and some other dead people guarded by a large thing of many claws, teeth, eyes, ecksetera. Some of party – a “drowe”, a machine thing called a Klang and elf called Jet go through portal first and get chewed up, so Bragg go kill it for them. Everybody stop for little rest (you are just amazed to hear that I bet) and all wring hands about Jet as she looking quite like have been wrestling bears, I are impressed. Maybe I persuade her come visit some time, she know long words just like you. Oh, also forget, Whiskey and Klang are harsh about Eladrin – say get killed easy. This are not what you say, maybe you ask them next time they drop in? The “drowe”, it are quite like Eladrin only have black skin and seem what you say “economical with truth”. You not teach me about drowes so for now I treat it as not a danger to villages, we see.

While hand wringing going on I take look at next floor up, MORE lizardmen, or snakemen maybe, who care, they start fight without asking name or anything. Lucky you teach Bragg always pay attention or this might be bad news! Lizardmen are no huhu but there also snakey haired girl with them that a bit of a handful. Everyone jump in to help. After that little fun we look upstairs again, and there are treasure! Also some doors to somewhere but, of course, you guess, first we have to go have little rest before opening them.

We go back to castle entrance where there are a room with some lizardmen Whisky chattered up into not fighting, apparently they are off endangered species list now. Bragg not forget Ahnild though and he not forget about little Rathoth either, I kill them later when not so busy. On way back we run into more of lizardmen – you maybe accidentally not tell me there are so many? Or maybe you just want to give me nice surprise? Whiskey get in first and kill most of them though, only leave one for me.

Chatty lizardmen say Certrus are definitely coming back now as ritual have gone too far to stop. Jet say “we see about THAT”, I guess we do. You busy, so Bragg deal with it for you unless you think need come help.

Dusk will fall

Every time we end up fighting someone there are chores; check for that which is hidden, appropriate that which is valuable, secure the way out. We’re a team now, so we do these things without fuss or discussion. I like that.

Mostly we do end up fighting those we meet. Mostly we don’t have a choice, and mostly they deserve it anyway.

Now and then we don’t fight. Whiskey obviously didn’t want to fight the priest and the two seresin guards we found in the small temple off the entrance hall. He wanted to talk to them instead. Not sure why these guys were different, but that’s alright.

Anyway, Whiskey got some information out of the priest, and a healing potion (definitely didn’t expect that. Maybe I should offer to be the one who drinks it; not sure we can trust it). All he had to promise in return was that we’d deal to a few lizardmen from the Poison Dusk tribe. No problem; I’m betting we would have done that anyway.

Some of the things the priest told us were useful; there are prisoners in the dungeons guarded by yuan-ti, there’s no direct way to reach the towers on either side of the keep, you have to get there through a portal. Others were maybe a little worrying; the ritual to raise Sertrous is far advanced and can’t be stopped (though I’m still up for giving it a try), Poison Dusk warriors are out looking for items or sacrifices to aid the final stages of the ritual.

So we followed the priest’s directions and headed up the ramp to the gallery level, and from there through a set of double doors. Straight away we’re facing two Poison Dusk guards at the top of a staircase. Bragg – the new guy with the limited vocab – and I charge them (where IS Klang when he’s needed?), the others stay back and watch (with the odd magics or missile – thanks, Salth – lobbed in to help out). It’s over quickly enough.

Up the stairs and through some more doors, and now we’re in the central tower – the one the Priest called the Tower of the Way. A floor or two above is where we fought the bronze dragon and company, and poor Heyerajj failed to fly.

Quickly we checked a bedroom and a study; maps, a silver mirror (non-portable), a pair of boots that took Bragg’s eye, and, hidden in the base of a wardrobe, a modest treasure stash.

On the next floor up we found a series of portals, though none of them seemed sure to lead to the outer towers. Through some we could see a swamp (no thanks), a dry ravine, a forest, and a darkened space where the floor was moving (a whole world of no thanks). Others seemed to be unactivated or untuned.

I don’t know if there was a vote as such, but we went through the portal that led to a forest. It was beautiful there; fresh air, everything growing and vital. I climbed a tree and was able to point the way to a nearby waterfall and lake.

I wish we’d turned round then and gone back. We really didn’t need to go to the lake. What we found there was like going back to the Day of Mourning, just for a moment. Slaughter. Bodies broken and left lying – Elves, Eladrin and one other none of us recognised – none of them long dead. I don’t think any of them were warriors. So sad. No surprise that unquiet spirits haunted the place. One of them spoke to Whiskey. He said she asked him to avenge them, to return a sacred chalice that had been taken from them.

Maybe we did need to go to the lake after all. And maybe we now have a better reason to kill the Poison Dusk.

Portals Towers Dragons and other stuff

Despite our heroics the villagers are not overjoyed to see us – claiming that the Yuan-ti will now kill them all. We assure them that we’ll take care of the Yuan-ti before that can happen (oh if only things had been so easy).
We decide to enter the fortress via the central tower. This involves a perilous climb across a cliff face and overhang. Both Jet and Klang jump at the chance to perform such a daredevil stunt, JJ and Whiskey opting to wait for them to let down a rope. With the theme tune from Mission Impossible playing in the background Jet and Klang are initially successful before plummeting to the ground. Undeterred they try again and this time make it to the tower. Unfortunately the tower is guarded by a shadow hound and some flying snake things. A rope is lowered and JJ makes it to the top before the creatures notice us. Then all hell breaks loose.

Jet throws the hound off the 90 foot high tower, which somehow survives the fall and attacks Whiskey and Salth who are still on the ground. A flying snake also heads towards them. JJ, Jet and Klang manage to handle the remaining creatures pretty well despite the narrow tower and the foes ability to fly, but then emerging from the tower is a demonic/draconic flying Yuan-ti archer and a Dragon. Things don’t go well.

The Dragon joins the remaining flying snake to attack Whiskey and Salth. They hide heroically. The foes head back to get the rest of the party. Despite Klang’s battle medic heroics Jet is so wounded she has to scramble down the rope, JJ is pushed off the tower and falls to his death and Klang is knocked unconscious. The dragon and the Yuan-ti loom over him.

Seeing his stalwart comrade go down, Whiskey throws caution to the wind and emerges from his protective illusion and heads to the rope to scale the tower with Jet and Salth. Before they even lay their hands of the rope, Klang leaps up and throws himself off the tower. Somehow he lands on his feet and remains conscious, although has driven himself two feet into the ground. Then things get weird.

A portal opens and a Yuan-ti pursued by a Drow burst through. A half-orc emerges from hiding on the cliff wall and begins charging every foe in sight. There is a flurry of claws, dragon breath, blades and magic which leaves the Dragon and new Yuan-ti dead and the flying Yuan-ti flees inside the tower.

Everything seems to pause for a while as Klang rips off a dragon scale and the team then all head back to the safety of the magical safety of the candle veil.

After a little (8 hours) much needed rest and introductions to the newbies (lets not write names down until they have lasted at least a couple of days). Lets just say one is a drow elf from Xen’drik (!!!) and one is a 1/2 orc barbarian (OK ranger – acts like a Barbarian).

Given the the dismal failure of the subtle approach the group went through the front door. Inside were a couple of giant skellys and someone sneaking around the back – seen only by the sharp eyes of our new half orc friend. He rashly sprinted off to attack the hidden beastie and it was all on. After a bit of a slog all the bad guys are dead – just goes to show the benefits of charging in rather than pussy footing around.

That's a cool hat

Skarn’s troops occupied the snake cultist’s stronghold, placing a guard on the portal and we headed back to Yrlag for a well deserved rest.

After some discussion it was decided that we would go through the portal and find out what was happening with Sertrous and the ritual to raise him. But before we made it to the swamp we met Melquiades and his Lascar troop. And what fine fellows they were. Such fine fellows that we returned to Yrlag and spent the next three days watching there puppet shows and listening to their stories. Two stories stood out in particular.

The first was of the next stop on the Lascar’s travels, Ashenport. Apparently this town shouldn’t really exist. It is located in a particularly barren strech of coast, but they had managed to find a great source of fish and had crops growing all over the place. They also seemed to worship some shadowy power. Cult of bad guys if ever I heard it. However we had business elsewhere with Sertrous.

The second was the tale of a ship captain who had to be lashed to the mast of his own ship because his crew feared he was possessed. They sailed through sahuagin infested waters from the south to land in the south of Draguun. The name of the captain and the ship are unknown. Interesting. Very interesting.

Melquiades also suggests that we touched by the Dragon Prohecy.

After a lot of trading we swap a bunch of equipment (thank you Deorly) for a gallons of potions, feline boots, healing gloves and a reflective barrel. Then off to the portal.

Through the portal is an idyllic country scene – a picturesque village in a river valley, rich fields of crops and chirping birds. Oh and a forbidding snake castle. After some quick scouting by Jet, it seems that the villagers are watched over by a naga.

Unfortunately the rest of us are not as successful at sneaking and we alert the naga (and her pet giant snake) to our presence. There is a storm of lightning bolts, Whiskey goes down, Salth stands him up, and the party kill everything.


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