Whispers of Belorai

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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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Further Expeditions Into the Mind

After recuperating from the journey through Soloma’s plane of existence, the group decided to continue its efforts to purify and resolve the existential crises of each remaining party member.

I pity them for having to clear out my twisted mind. On a related note, I’ve just now begun to grasp the concept of pity. Really quite interesting stuff.

Goop’s Rune took four hours to recreate on the stone slab (I was bored). When he finally drank the hallucinogens we found ourselves in a bizarre metal facility with all sorts of tubing, chemicals, and complex machinery. Discomforting corrosive slime seeped from the corners of the walls, and, having nothing to gain by staying, we found our way into another room that had what seemed to be some sort of monster fetus hanging in a cage with tubes attached (homunculus I think, might’ve been Goop). Later (or perhaps just before? The order of events gets hazy for me sometimes) we made it to some sort of observation room with a wooden table that held many esoteric alchemical formulas. Suddenly we were confronted by a vision of an aged scholar who assumedly worked in this lab; he pointed to us and commanded goop to “take care of” another one. The other members of the party and I played the role of Goop in this battle as we were confronted by a writhing slime beast which we dispatched with only some difficulty. I was afraid. It felt good.

As the scene reverted to its former dilapidation and the visions faded, the party decided to press on further into the complex. I remember fighting a second slime beast and seeing a different version of the monster/goop fetus, but my memory is nearly as malevolent as I, and it does not always choose to cooperate. I do recall however what transpired next.

During our exploration we came across a study that had been mostly cleared out. Some furniture remained, namely the table that had a bloody handkerchief upon it. The wizard-folk used the pensive on it and revealed a tale of an old alchemist’s sad physical decline (Holy shit, there it is again). Next we found a different laboratory room with a large glass tube in the center. The visions returned and we saw the old man both floating within the tube and working on the machines. The others figured out that he was building a homunculus version of himself, which I thought to be very crafty of him (Natural processes can eat it).

The visions faded and the room became a tattered pile of what was essentially rubble. Continuing, we found what seemed to be another slime monster in yet another stale, laboratory room but this time Goop was there, ready to dispatch it. But this slime beast actually turned out to be the old man. We were fairly unaware of this fact though and only realized that we were meant to stop the slaying after some not-so-subtle hinting from Goop’s consciousness. After dramatically disarming Goop we actually managed to prevent more mindless death from happening. All were happy, although if this had happened in reality we would never have met Goop. Traumatic feelings resolved. Portal opens. Back in the crater on Belorai.

Part 2

Round three was Raiju’s plane of existence. We performed the necessary ritual to enter her world and found ourselves in a strange hallway. Nobles in fancy dress were entering what appeared to be a royal party. One to which we were obviously not invited. After failing to diplomacize our way in, we bushwhacked some of the approaching nobles and collected all of their worldly belongings, which happened to be exactly what we needed to get in.

Inside the party there were six floating platforms, all decked out with food and assorted fops. The goal of this simulation obviously had to do with the King’s potential death, but we were unsure of who the culprit was to be. Goop tried to become the King’s bodyguard but was rather unconvincing and unwittingly made himself a potential suspect in the King’s eyes. Lepht decided to go after the King, assumedly so Goop could stop him and prove himself as a guard, but as they started to wrestle the real assassin made a move. The King was unharmed but the royal guards appeared and focused on the brawl that was happening right by the throne. Lepht miraculously slipped away from Goop’s grasp twice and in an impressive display leaped over the encircling guards, became invisible, and promptly blew the King’s brain out at close range.

The world reset. We quickly gathered the nobles’ belongings once more and reentered the party, but not before Lepht was mysteriously stabbed and poisoned leaving him very unconscious. The ballroom walls were lined with ornate mirrors that the party discovered to have magical properties. When a patron was viewed in a double reflection, their real nature was revealed. This lead to awkward scouting via lots of angular reckoning. Raiju was here, but there were two of her working together to kill the King. Deciding to forego counter-assassination, we located and confronted the first Raiju who unsurprisingly feigned innocence. I pinned her against the wall and was loudly accused of sexual assault, but Goop had by this time already acquired credentials from the King for investigative purposes. Swiftly turning the Guards against Raiju #1, who was detained in a nearby cell. Raiju #2 was far more difficult to track and managed to make three attempts on the King’s life (one of which was a manure explosion) before we managed to track her down and subdue her.

The two Raiju’s merged before our eyes in the cell, where we had a very interesting philosophical conversation about the nature of corruption and authority, and the best paths to take should one desire positive social change.

In a moment of weakness… I… may have suggested that positive change can be obtained through the… Shudder … betterment of one’s community…

Raiju requires time to think on these things but we resolved the situation and were able to return to Belorai where I promptly forgot every moral lesson learned.

Journeys into the Mind Continue...

It has been nearly three weeks since we left civilization. I should feel right at home; deep in the wilds far from anyone but the people I trust, yet the invasion into the minds of my companions has been very taxing.

We were recently transported into the mind of Dast. I was unsure of what exactly we would find, but I was prepared for the worst. I was surprised to find only a simple hut on a blank canvas of black when we arrived on the plane known as Dast. I was shocked still to find that we had been transformed into young Pantheorns. It was evident from early on that we had been transformed into Dast and were experiencing his early childhood.

Looking back, I now understand why Dast has acted the way he has. Not only was his childhood rough, but his whole life has been a struggle. From the beatings and death of his mom, Dast has only experienced one end of a life after another. From his Wizard teacher to finding out who his captain really was, Dast has been no stranger to death and it is the reason his seems to toy with it on a regular basis.

It wasn’t until we reached his most recent memories, which included us, that Dast started to come to terms with his actions. I feel that he has always wondered why we try and stop him from doing what he does and that it wasn’t until now that he was able to ask it.

After we exited Dast plane of existence, we were stumped when we saw that the last trail for Dast was really going on. He had the a block suspended above the Commoner he hired as a Sherpa (which I believe he intend to use as a toy until he came to a grim end in the wilds). Not only were we able to save the man and get Dast to lower the block, but I think we were able to save the last strand of humanity he had left.

Now we must face the only person’s plane of Existence I fear more than Dast’s, the dreaded, corrupted mind of the Dark Knight of Chaos himself, Alhazared the Antipaladin.

Over my dead body on a rickety bridge. With Chickens.

We continued with our quests to adjust our individual planes, this time with Al’s plane. I was a bit worried going in. I mean I knew that I was messed up and did some pretty horrible things, but he did horrible things as if they were normal. So when we all ended up naked in a church, missing arms that were spurting blood, and being judged by an old lady, I can hardly say that I was surprised. Shocked yes, but not surprised. We had also all suddenly contracted horrible disease. There was a fountain that Goop filled with his own blood (from the missing arms) and when he had done so, a flight of stairs opened down behind the pulpit and our arms re-grew. We then came to the end of a narrow platform. There was a huge gap, one that we couldn’t even see down into, and on the other side was another platform and a door. The only way to get across was to grab onto the sword blades protruding from the ceiling. Dast, Goop, and I all made across with only some cuts to show for it, but Soloma was not so lucky. She had contracted the black plague, and in her weakened condition, fell into darkness. There was nothing we could do so we continued through the door. We started walking down some stairs and Goop stumbled across his own dead body. We didn’t really know what to make of it so we kept going. We then found ourselves in a circular room, with a door on the other side, and between us and the door was a giant monk. He stated that the circle demanded a blood sacrifice. Not wanting to sacrifice our blood, we went and retrieved Goop’s dead body from the stairs and tried to use that as a sacrifice. It didn’t work. We then attacked, with our newly elongated teeth, claws, and goop tore his dead arms off his dead body and wielded those as clubs. After beating it to death, our long teeth went back to normal and Soloma popped out of a hatch in the middle of the floor looking very shaken. Reunited, we continued through the door. On the other side was an impossibly long rickety bridge. I decided I would go first, calling out every fifty steps or so. That way we would keep in contact. The bridge went on forever. Suddenly there was a chicken in my hands. I didn’t know what to do with it so I just held onto it and kept going. Eventually crossing over my own dead body. Eventually I could see the bridge ending at a rock spire with a cave in the back that was pouring out bright light. In front of the cave stood a paladin. Unsure of the paladin’s intentions I started to creep forward, eventually crawling along the underside of the bridge with my chicken resting on my chest. I made almost all the way to the end of the bridge undetected but i was clumsy trying to get onto the rock and I was spotted. The paladin, being perfectly friendly hailed me, informed me he knew why I was here and that we should wait for my friends. Once everyone made it, the paladin was about to start talking when the rock spire cracked and fell sending us into the void after it. When we woke up after our fall we found ourselves on the back of an unkowabely large dryder tied up in spider webbing. We worked our way out of it and saw that Al was there with us. We began to talk with him, when he suddenly was split in two and out of him emerged another clollosal dryder, the Goddess of Terror herself; Theras. The battle commenced and fortuanely we found the we were now clothed again with all of our equipment. Soloma and Goop used the teleport-naginata combo that had worked so well on the ant queen and I moved into flank, though I quickly realized my katana would not be of much use and stuck to damaging her with lightning spells. Dast was the first to be killed and ejected from the plane, leaving Goop, Soloma and I do finish her off. We were doing incredibly well, each of us familiar with our roles by now, and preforming them to the best of our abilities, causing massive amounts of damage. Then suddenly infuriated, Theras focused on Goop, ejecting him from the plane leaving Soloma and I to finish her off. But we had already almost killed and with one more spell from me, she shattered, screaming. Suddenly I found myself in a small cell. I tried to call out for other people but heard nothing in response. I knocked on the walls and found that there was some give to them. I pulled my grappling hook out and stated chipping away at the wall. When I finally broke out I realized I had been encased in spider egg and that I was back on Belorai. I went over the the other egg and helped Soloma out of hers. We then all rested and healed, glad to be done with that ordeal. Suddenly out of the sky flew a giant blue bird who we knew to be Kam. We met with him and he granted us many favors and charged us with a quest. We are to seek out the roots of the Day Never Dawning. He referred to us as heroes. I know that we have changed, or at least I know that at least I feel different but a hero? I guess that history will judge our deeds, which to this point have been absolutely horrifying. Which makes me wonder what could be in store that would overshadow our past.

Tales of a Wise Song Singer

After we got our cool gifts from the bird guy, we left the mountain and forest to head out to find the source of the darkness. When we reached port, the Sherpa asked about his pay. I tried to convince him to come with us, but the group wasn’t having it and paid him off and sent him on his way.

I’m alone again.

Along the way, I realized my rifle came with only one bullet. The stupid bird man didn’t think this through. So I went ahead and made my own, using Seloma’s help to make sure I didn’t bleed out or anything.

We reached the town in the province we were supposed to go to and began looking around. We were greeted by a giant cathedral. I wanted to go check it out, see if we could find out what was the cause of it’s destruction or deterioration. Walking around it, I saved Nimble Wimble from a cat and used the pensive on a shard of glass laying there. I saw this cathedral live out it’s days, having many worshipers flowing in and out. Then darkness fell over the land, and followers of Desteros flooded the place of worship. Over time, they slowly stopped arriving. Wars and bandits ransacked the place over time, leaving it in it’s decrepit state it now lies.

From there, we left after investigating a little further and not discovering anything interesting, went to a wizard’s shop and began asking him what he knew about the day all went dark. He gave us an idea of where it all started from, talking about a group of heroes who fucked up and then disappeared after darkness filled the land.

We went there, and looking around for anything interesting, we came across a homeless bard. I tossed a gold piece into his guitar case. He asked me what I would like to hear, and I told him to tell me of the songs of older times. I repeated this a couple times because I liked his singing and hell, might as well use a few of these things for something nice. Taking from what we learned from him, we began narrowing down our search and eventually found where the ritual had taken place, the one that brought the darkness onto everything. It was pretty spooky. There was blood everywhere, old and dried. I used the pensive on a bowl in the room and saw a cult sitting there, doing something with some book. A group of people broke in, lots of fighting, then the demon sigils on the floor all activated and a giant monstrosity appeared in the middle of it all. There seemed to be in fighting in that group. Pretty pathetic if you asked me. Especially that rogue.

We then were going to investigate another door, and apparently everything was too spooky for them, because they were rigorously checking for traps. I felt assured that it was pretty safe, since it appeared almost nothing had been down here after the horrible things had happened.

Leaving the place, we went and split up to find out more information about what was going on. I went to look for the bard to hear if he’d tell us more tales, the others went to talk to the old wizard. We didn’t find out much from them, other than that they know better than to talk about the beast that came from the ritual.

It was here, we split up again, and Raiju had found a contact, a court wizard, who informed us of the place to the north where the planes were weak from elvin magic being used. It was decided that here was where we needed to go, where more tales of monstrosities occurred. From the looks on everyone’s face, we’re in for some serious shit.


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