Whispers of Belorai

A Walk through the Past and makings of Seloma

(There are discrepencies and some bits were removed because it was easier than remembering where in the story it went. It has most everything important that happened though.)

Our trek through the desert has rewarded us with a giant temple growing from the ground, water, and the gift of food through the slain ants. We packed our rations in preparation to follow one of the astralades we discovered. Seloma has gifted me with one of them. Surely this will become useful in my future endevers, possibly in a rouse to send the thing along it’s way to find the treasure I promised it.

Stupid thing.

Following the guidance of the magic, we found yet another hatch in the desert. We entered it, and the sound of silence was maddening. I felt afraid, the shadows moving around us as we walked down further and further into it. The walls echoed back to us our very own breath. I held mine in an attempt to find peace from the echos against the walls. Everything began to spin, and all went dark. I don’t remember anything after this point, until I was awoken by the sound and rumbling of the temple. When I came to, me and the group were at the top of another raised temple, greeted by starlight. Just as the temple before it, there was a room. Knowing this would be my chance to get a great treasure, I sprinted ahead of the group and attempted to kick open the stone door before they could stop me.

…That didn’t pan out so well.

After goop opened the door, we found inside 4 more astralades, all pointing to the same directions as the ones we had. We also found another item similar to the ring. Shaped more like a bowl, and Seloma failing to activate it, I took it from her and cut my hand, dripping a few drops of blood into it and then attempted to activate it. Hell, might as well, right?

But then, in an instant, all of my past flashed before my eyes. From my early years first being born, to now with the group. I’ve lost a lot of weight since I started this journey into the desert.

I hand it back to Selmoa, sharing my discoveries. She was hesitant to try it again. But was more than happy to give me another astralade. At the very least, this’ll bring me some degree of amusement later.

Setting forth, we head off to another temple. Much like before, we walked down the halls and reached the center. But instead of being greeted with a crystal, ready to be set in place, all we found were broken shards of it. The group felt like it had lost direction it seemed. I decided I’d fix it.
The pieces were attracted to each other, and floated freely. Cutting my hand again, I used my blood in an attempt to piece it back together, using it as a binding agent. Might as well see if this also uses blood magic.

A piece was missing. A goddamn piece was missing. Taking this chance to see what might happen if I activate it with the blood bowl again, my mind had a great history played before me. I saw the crystal, sitting in the temple for ages and ages. Nothing changing with it. Until one day, a cloaked man attempted to steal it. But as he tried, he was shot with an arrow, dropping it. It shattered. Here, as if my mind was split, I watched the crystal lay there broken, as the man he grabbed a piece of the gem and fled. He made it to the sands before his heart failed him and he died, spilling his blood on the sands. The piece sat there and was swallowed over time into the depths of the desert. My mind was split, watching, until I watched in the temple as we arrived, and I repaired and used the blood bowl on it.

Snapping to, not more than a second had passed as this happened. I look to Seloma, the only other person who had any sort of magical capabilities and told her excitedly what happened, and where we need to go. I also came to the conslusion that the blood bowl was in fact a pensive of sorts. Leaving the temple, taking a piece of the crystal with us, we went out into the deserts to find the missing piece. After 2 days of journey, we were lost. Unable to find where we were, disorientated by the endless dunes and the second flashes of the crystals history using the pensive. At this point, I took the crystal and activated it, and from around me I could hear this humming, coming strongly in a general direction. Listening closer, I heard a similar hum, but quiet and muffled. We followed the sound until it was coming from beneath us. The crystal tugged at the ground, as the sands lifted and the missing fragment of the crystal pulled up and reunited with it’s brother. With the pieces in hand, we set back to the temple, went to the bottom, finished repairing the crystal and set it in place. The temple rose just as the others, but when we went inside the room, we found no other item besides the astralades.

Sitting there, I decided to take the ring and the pensive and use them together. I watched as the temples were raised by a race of unknown origin. They used magic of a kind I’ve never seen before, errecting these elaborate structures. I then watched as this race and humans met at a giant temple with a huge ring upon it, the center filled with slate. The ring was used in activating the ring, where demons started pouring forth. The race that build these temples simply disappeared and the temples slowly sunk into the sands. There, inside the first temple, the ring sat. I shared my findings with the group.

Distraught, we left the temple to go to the final one, in hopes any last item was still there. Saloma then had a brilliant idea, and tried to read the history of the sands. Apparently, she sucks at using it, because she fell back in a daze and didn’t come to for like an hour. Maybe she forgot the blood? I don’t know. But when she came to, she tried again, but carefully selecting just one sand from the desert. She told us of the same city I had seen grow and fall, about the race, and how everything was held in place by magic and then went away as the magic disappeared. This is when, recalling on the history of times long gone, we realized the beings we saw were the Sinthari.

With these discussions, we set forth yet again, gathering water from the temple’s abundant supply.

Reaching the last, we were greeted in much the same way and traveled down to the bottom, and set the crystal into place. The temple rose. But, so did something else. The constant hum of the entire desert went away as we looked into the distance and saw a giant ring. The temple from my visions.
Checking the room atop here, we found a jar full of a weird powder. Taking some of it and placing it into the pensive, Seloma told us how the Sinthari would take this powder and drink it and go into a trance that lasted hours, even days long. This could be promising to give to the thing.

Before we left, we discussed the notion of writing the symbol that appeared when Seloma had the ring upon it, to see if it would summon something. I told them we should just use the demon sigil we had from before, and see if we can kick it with him for a while and maybe ask him if he can curse the thing while we’re at it. Nobody liked that idea.

We set out for the temple. After 9 days of journeying, we reached it. Yet, nowhere were there stairs that could be climbed. Only giant stones with writing on them. Without skipping a beat, I used the pensive on it, and discovered how the Sinthari would raise and lower these stones to get from one place to another. Yet, after this vision, I felt a familiarity with raising the block. I attempted to raise it, and with some adjustment, I spent the next hour practicing raising and lowering it. I stopped and looked at my hands.

A sheet of blood coated them. The sand has pools of blood where my hands hovered as I used the stone. I then looked at my body, and I was covered in lacerations. This magic is of something else.

Seloma healed me with her spells, and she too practiced. After a short while, we went up to investigate the ring, using the stone to lead us there. Slate. A flat piece of slate sat before us. I told them that we should put the demon’s sigil here, yet again. But they didn’t listen. I attempted to activate it by taking the ring we have. But all that happened was a new sigil appeared on the ring. Curious, we handed it off to Goop and Raiju, to whom were both presented a new sigil.

Taking a moment to discuss it, we decided to write Seloma’s sigil on this giant slate ring. Once we finished, Seloma fell weak. She grew ashen and couldn’t bring herself to stand. Bringing ourselves down, we sat there, not knowing what to do. She eventually feinted laid there without any strength.

It was in this moment, Goop decided to make a drink using the powder and gave it to Seloma. Color returned to her face, and she sat up in a trance, much as she described the Sinthari. Leaving her with the horse and the thing, we got onto the block and brought ourselves up to the temple’s ring. We watched as the slate sunk back and before us a swamp appeared. Uncertain of what this meant, I took some of the mud from inside and placed it into the pensive before entering. For a short time, this place has existed, with the swamps changing from being calm to being more wild. This mud wasn’t more than a few decades old, if that.

We entered.

Inside, we looked about, uncertain of what we’d find. The entrance we took to here was no longer behind us.

We were trapped.

We saw water in the lagoon ripple in a direction. We were uneasy about moving forward and seeing what it was. I swore I saw a dark shape move in the trees, but I couldn’t feel certain that there was anything. Still, we drew our weapons and continued forward. We followed the river along until we came across a waterfall and a cliff. We climbed down, and reached the bottom. Checking to see if there was anything behind the waterfall, we found a cave and entered. Before us was a pond, with a white, almost glowing fish swimming in circles in it. I figured it’d probably taste good, so I dove into the water. The fish swam out of the pool and out into the river, and while I was giving chase, I was bitten by a pure black shark. Fuuuuck that hurt. Ignoring it, we chased after the white fish, and followed it until it went off the edge of another cliff. Looking over, we saw the fish change shape into a dolphin.

What kind of place is this.

As we went to follow it along the edge of the cliff, a black bore charged out at us. Raiju attempted to jump over the bore. She fucked that up pretty badly and ended up being thrown off the edge of the cliff, with the bore following. She climbed back up as soon as she could, and in the distance we saw a black orca splashing in the distance. Continuing along the edge of the cliff, we watched as the dolphin drove itself ashore and beached itself, only to morph into a deer and run off into the distance. We followed it, and found ourselves in a town. It felt vaguely familiar, but only some parts of it. We found a church, which the others seemed to recognize. We entered the church and looked around. It was broken and in shambles. The others made their way to a locked room, and upon breaking it down they discovered it was filled with weapons. They found weapons they were familiar with, but nothing in there was something I had ever owned. We began to hear the sound of people talking, as if they were near by. Looking around nervously, we didn’t see anyone. Yet out of the corners of my eye, I swore I saw gray silhouettes moving. Here, Goop saw a white shape move across a window. Without hesitation, he jumped through and chased after it, with me and Raiju following. I caught a glimpse of a black rat scurrying into a gutter nearby, but ignored it as we pressed on until we reached a tavern. When we entered, we could hear music playing, but there was noone to be found. I was parched. More than ready for a drink at this point. To avoid stirring anything nearby, I attempted to stealthily grab a drink from over the counter, only for a hand to thrust forth and stab the table next to my hand. Disgruntled, a barkeep said “What do you think you’re doing?”

I fell silent, unsure of what to say at the time. On an impulse, I asked for a drink. Which I got.
Fuck yes.

Looking around, the previously empty tavern was filled with people, many of them the sea faring type. We noticed Scruffy sitting at a table, and excitedly asked him to go on an adventure. He agreed, and called up Seloma. Seloma approached wearing pirate clothing, which fit hilariously on her, almost like a child’s costume. But then suddenly, everything went still and faded away, the tavern aging suddenly, and my drink vanishing from my hand. I didn’t even get a sip.

She turned to us, crying, saying how it was our fault Scruffy died. How we only lead to and cause destruction. Her body then fell to ash, with the tavern all around making noises as if it was about to fall. I reached into the pile of ash that used to be Seloma, taking a handful, and ran outside. The tavern collapsed behind us, with barely enough time for us to escape. Taking a small portion of the ash and dropping it into the pensive, I activated it and watched Seloma’s life, from when she was younger, to when she found a group of companions, some of them still here, others who had died. And I watched as they lead a campaign of terror across the land. Getting kicked out of provinces, using a demon to destroy a town, helping the Lady Nyra take over the town. Shamelessly and spitefully doing evil, without caring of the outcome.

And I thought I had low morals. I’ll want some explaining about why the fuck the thing is so special I’m not allowed to harm it.

Goop began looking around, trying to find something familiar, eventually stumbling across a manor, the manor of the lady that captured an entire town. We attempted to enter the maner when guards materialized and told us to state why we’re there. We told them we were simply here to see the Lady. They stepped aside, we entered the manor, and the guards disappeared as we did this. There, the lady sat atop the staircase, whispering. Talking to someone it seemed. Figuring she might lunge at us, I attempt to sneak along the side to get a better look, see who she was talking to. But it was like she kept her back to me. Like she knew I was there. But the others didn’t seem to notice a change at all. Goop walked up to her, and walked around her, as if he couldn’t make out anything about her. Was this just an illusion?
Then, out of nowhere, she turns to Goop and screams, lashing out an attack. Goop then swung at her, using the full might of his arms, greatly harming her. I fired a shot while Raiju fired her bow. The Lady stumbled and fell down the staircase. Dead.

What does this mean for her controlling the town?

We examined the place further and found a map. It listed places I had seen Seloma travel to when I saw her life through the pensive. We copied the map as well as took it, to ensure that it too wouldn’t dematerialize just like my drink. I’ll miss you, my untasted buddy.

Leaving, we saw Seloma standing at the gate. We walked up to her and talked to her. She was crying. She was upset. She talked about how all we ever do is harm people. How we haven’t ever solved anything without hurting people. I didn’t get why she cared, because it got the job done. I mean, it just meant they’re sloppy at their jobs, but they still did complete the job.

Goop mentioned how they had once delivered a feather pretty damn well. She asked us to show her, as she then transformed into a while eagle and flew off into the distance. Following her, we found the tower where the group had gotten the feather before, from their accounts. Arriving to the top, a gray man appeared. Goop, immediately infuriated, attempted to attack the man. Suddenly, the one became three, and I watched as Goop swung and missed one, swung and missed another, and narrowly hit him. I took a shot, but it lead to nothing. Raiju was attacking thin air. Don’t know what the hell she was doing.

Suddenly, as if hit by a sudden clarity, Raiju looked in a single direction, and the gray man was shocked. We took this time to attack and put as many hits as we could into the gray man, but all of us were fighting in different areas. If there was ever an illusionist that deserved a swift kick to the balls, it was this one. With a few more blows, we defeated the illusion. White berries fell to us. Goop and Raiju ate them without hesitation. I inspected them a bit closer before I poisoned myself. They didn’t seem to be like any poisonous berry I had seen before, so what the hell, bottoms up right?

Feeling rejuvenated as my wounds healed, we followed the white eagle. Climbing down the tower, we took off into the direction of the forest it flew into. Going through, feeling uncertain, we caught a glimpse of a white rabbi. We chased after it, deeper and deeper into the woods. We had lost it, but then we heard this scream. Like the sound of a rabbit being hurt.

Charging into that direction, we look and we see a white rat encased at the top of a web pilar. Goop runs up to chop down the pillar, only for a giant spider to jump down at him. Sinking it’s fangs into Goop, he rolled away from the spider and the battle commenced. With spells being shot from the rat, help from a pack of wolves, and the unexpected appearance of Al, we tackled this monster. Every time we took two of it’s legs, it changed form. It went from a spider, to an ant, to a panther, and finally to a black silhouette of Seloma. We struck it down, and with that done, the rat escaped and fled into the forest. We followed it until there was a clearing with Seloma sitting, cooking food. She casually says “Hey, what’s up guys?”

Pretty goddamn disgruntled, we were all hesitant to trust this to actually be her. But with a bit of talking, she said something about how there’s always another chance, and that things can get better, and that things are going to be okay now. Whatever she was on about. It was here, the doorway emerged again, and we went though, and found Seloma awake, and for some reason, smiling widely and peacefully.

Maybe we cleared out some darkness within her? Who knows. All I know is that these guys have seriously got to choose better partners and not let people blow up and burn an entire city block to the ground. Like, talk about a sloppy way of getting a job done.

Adventure Log 10/11/13: The Day Shit Happened

Learned about everything every one else did. The sick bastards.

4 Temples
-gem shit
-history of the Centhari and stuff
Giant circle thingy
-ring to get symbols
-write symbol on circle thingie

Saloma’s happy place:
Swamp, follow ripples
waterfall, go behind, yay fish boo dark shark
follow fish, reach cliff, fish turns to dolphin, Raiju gets shit fucked by bore which became an orca
dolphin turns to deer, follow to town
in town, came across the church.
from church to tavern. Yay Scruffy!, meet Saloma
Tavern to mansion, fucked bitch up
leave mansion, meet Saloma again
To the tower, meet the gray guy. Wreck his shit.
Go to forest, follow rabbit, rabbit turns to rat getting stuck and then that goddamnmotherfuckingspidergodfuckingfuck then to ant to panther to saloma silhouette and then wolf fucks it up and then we can leave and things are good.

Long Live the Queen

I’m not sure how long we were wandering in that accursed desert, but it felt like weeks. The sands held many mysteries, such as the deep thrumming constantly emanating from the ground. Also, with all of our lost wandering, why had we not reached a point where we could see the mountains surrounding the desert? But these questions no longer mattered to us. All we cared about was putting one foot in front of the other in hopes of finding something other than sand. Eventually, when we had almost died of thirst, we came upon an oasis. Unlike the many other pools of water we had “seen” in the sands, this one was no mere illusion. We spent the next couple of days resting and rehydrating, but although death was no longer imminent, I could still see no way out of this accursed sea of sand. However, while exploring the oasis, we came upon a strange magical device. Seloma, being the most knowledgeable about these things, activated the device, and it pointed us in a direction. Having no better leads, we went where the device lead us and eventually came upon a large stone platform. Brushing aside the sand, we found a hatch in the center, leading to some stairs down. The stairs led to a strange underground building. Each level consisted of a circular hallway lined with seemingly identical rooms, with a set of stairs leading downwards and towards the center of the circle. A strange chittering noise could be heard throughout the halls. The source of this noise did not remain a mystery for long, and once we reached the third floor we were attacked by a swarm of enormous ants! Although many in the party were thrown into a panic, I was secretly grateful to be able to swing my trusty blades once again. We slew the insects, but the physical exertion reminded us of our intense hunger. I almost devoured the ants raw, until someone suggested that we cook them first. Being full of both food and water for the first time in at least a week, we pushed onwards, our spirits renewed. Upon reaching the center of the building, we entered an enormous room and found a gargantuan ant queen nesting within. I realized that this must be the “queen” that was spoken of in the note we received. Having been given a cursory knowledge of insect hive minds by my former master, I knew that if we killed the queen, the rest of the colony would be in disarray. I had Seloma teleport me into the air above the queen, and I delivered a devastating blow upon her back, imbedding my naginata in her chitin. I was unable to keep my grip once the strike had landed, and I tumbled from the queens back onto the ground below. Luckily, Kam had blessed me with bird-like bones, so I sustained minimal damage. Raiju, seeing his opportunity, leapt onto the queens back, using the handle of my naginata as a handhold. It took him a few tries, but eventually, he was able to drive his blade into the queen’s neck, killing her. I was somewhat disappointed that the final blow was not mine, but still satisfied that I had done my part in defeating this powerful enemy. The rest of the ants began twitching on the ground, incapacitated. In the center of the room, we discovered a large crystal floating above a hole that was exactly the right shape to hold the crystal. Having been adventurers long enough to know what this meant, we placed the crystal into the hole. Loud grinding noises could be heard, and the building inverted itself, becoming a stepped, conical structure, leaving us standing at the top. Water began to flow from the top and filled pools at the base. Once the transformation was complete, a new entrance to the building was revealed. Inside, we found a strange disk and four more devices similar to the one we found in the oasis, all pointing in different directions. Does that mean there are four more buildings similar to this one? What secrets will we find within?

In search of the Crown

We arrived on the continent and immediately started preparing for our arduous trek to the summit of the mountain, to which no one had ever dared venture. Not surprisingly Dast came back with a sailor that he had hired as a sherpa. I felt kind of bad for him, as he seemed a bit thick and didn’t really know what he was getting himself into. We set off inland through the thick jungle. The going was slow as we had to bushwack our way through, or as Dast and I did, climb through the canopy as our ancestors had prior to the Day Never Dawning. It made me feel alive despite the hard work and being almost constantly low on supplies. On the third day there was suddenly a strange decrease in animal life. Even Goop’s horse seemed a bit skidish, but Soloma predicted that we would be fine for at least the next hour. Suddenly, out of the jungle a snake lunged forward, with a head the width of a tree trunk and fangs that seemed impossibly long. The snake must be a formidable hunter, which I admire. I felt a little bad that we had to kill it, however that feeling quickly vanished as I realized that we were going to be hard pressed even to injure the beast. Then as soon as it had struck, it vanished back into the forest, but I knew it hadn’t gone. I started talking about maybe making a trap when I heard a giant crashing sound and my legs were taken out from under me by flying tree branches. I managed to do a front flip, swing my bow around my shoulders, land on the branch on which I had been standing, and redraw my bow. Others had not been so fortunate. The tree that the snake had tipped over knocked goop over and pinned his horse, the “sherpa” and Alhazrel under the tree. Goop manged to stand back up and ready himself and Alhazrel just manged to gasp for air but the horse appeared badly hurt and I couldn’t even see the sherpa anymore. As Goop took a stand against the snake, Soloma and Alhazrel, who had managed to fight his way out from under the tree, lifted the tree off the sherpa and the horse and stabilized the sherpa. Suddenly the snake hissed so incredibly that I almost fell out of my tree and goop fell to the ground. Then it left. We collected ourselves and our supplies and continued up the mountain. The jungle was starting to thin out and I came down from the trees and walked over the continually more mountainous terrain. We did have to deal with Dast’s shenanigans. He tried to hunt. Which I found amusing. Males aren’t meant to be hunters. They should stick to what they are more suited for. Perhaps he could become a decent hunter if he had any discipline, but all he does is run around like kitten. I, on the other hand, was the silent image of death. Even has the animals were on high alert from his bumbling, I found and stalked a wild boar. I waited and watched, and when it had it’s back turned I pounced, sinking my teeth into the base of it’s spine and shook it until all the life drained from it. Electrifying feeling taking the life from another being. It fed us for a couple of days. As we kept going we had to deal with more of Dast. At one point he just fell down and didn’t move. After that, he started sneaking up on his sherpa, who he had been eyeing strangely since he brought him with us, For which I yelled at him. He will be the death of us all one day. Finally we reached the summit. The top is a giant crater with a rim that stretches beyond vision, and in the middle a vast desert. No shade, no trees, no water, just sand. I hate it.

How It All Started
Seloma the Witch

The jail cell was covered in hay and the filth of previous prisoners and other types of vermin as well.

I was surrounded by a mixture of interesting figures.

A shifty ratman

A polar opposite rejects: a completely silent one and one that can’t seem to shut up

A Multi-armed Homunuclus

A Sobbing human female

A Ferocious Patherion

And a even more intimidating Feral.

We were eventually able to pick the lock, but trying to get out of the prison was even harder.

We tried our hardest to fight past the guards, but it was the Feral that secured our way out. He pushed past the two guards in front of the door, one of which was thrown so hard he was killed instantly. I hope we never have to meet him again as he disappeared right after leaving the prison.

After escaping past the guards we rushed into the eternal night. After telling the Female human told us she was raped by a guard, she went back to her home in the city and left us to do what we will. I am unsure of what happened to the Ratman as well, but he was a nussiance anyways.

Personally, I thought the guard deserved to die for what he did, so we found out where he patrolled and head towards Oakdale.

We were able to ambush the guards at take most of them out. The silent reject of our group shot one of them in the back of the head and made half of the guards chase after him. This left the one guard we wanted to kill with us. The Patherian in our group jumped out of the brush on the side of the road and killed one of the guards with a thrust of his katana. The Homunuclus of our group was able to slay the two other guards as well leaving some delicious tongues and a couple of tongues for me.

We decided to head to Oakdale and see if we could regroup with the silent Rejected that helped us with the guards. He eventually showed up and presented a letter to us that was on one of the guards bodies. The letter said that the guards in the area where to act like raiders and attack villagers with in the area.

All this happened with in a few short hours and it seems I am in a motley group of people.

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While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

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