After two months of research away from everyone I came back out of the library to find a dizzying array of action. The first thing to happen was late at night. The halfling Droim and I were discussing various subjects when a portal appeared where the sundial usually is (It got destroyed by a black pudding). A human dressed in nobleman's clothing stepped out and convinced us to step into the portal He called himself Vox. He wanted us to do a job but he wouldn't say what it was. He said there would be treasure. Needing funds for my research I jumped at the opportunity. So did Droim.
We found ourselves in a dungeon with another nobleman. The nobleman told us that Vox ran slaves and that we were his most recent victims. The other then told us that there was another man 'Ted that had died recently and told him there was a secret escape that opened by a switch or chain. He brought us to a table where poor Ted's body was covered up with a bloody sheet. We discussed what to do next and decided to pull a few of the hanging chains.
The first chain we pulled released several gems. to which Droim collected for us. The next we pulled let loose a rabid Penquin that made straight for me. I shot it with an arrow and Droim finished it off. We pulled several more releasing coins, giant spiders, One chain turned Ted into a zombie that attacked us. We handled it all well and found the chain to release a trapped door. Droim easily made it through the trap door first. I had some problems squeezing through the tunnel due to my condition. I'm now getting quite plump, but the nobleman unused to tight places and used to an easy life had the hardest time. We almost had to pull him out of the other side.
Once on the other side Four guards attacked us immediately. I took charge throwing phantasmal killers and negative energy rays to kill three of them. The other ran away and up a ladder. The nobleman unfortunately did not survive the initial attack. Droim and I chased the guard to a room with two ladders. We discussed it and went up the other to find ourselves in a large grand hall in front of a woman in a mask and wizard robes.
The guards wanted to kill us. She wanted to do worse things to us. We explained that a man named Vox had accosted us with lies of treasures to put us in her dungeon to be sold as slaves. The woman got very angry and called out 'VOX!' The nobleman showed up. She admonished and threatened him. Telling Vox she didn't want her dungeon used for his illicit hobbies. He became like a begging puppy dog. I smiled inside while maintaining a serious face. Droim meanwhile talked the woman down quite nicely.
She turned to us and was thinking of killing us again to save face. Droim told her she should let us go and we would not breath a word of the incident. She paid us off for our silence with our promises.
Back in the commons we dumped out the items she gave us. There was a wand, some potions and a couple of scrolls. One of the scrolls was Animate Dead. I told Droim he could have everything but that one scroll. I said I would like to keep it. Droim agreed and I picked up the scroll.
Two things happened about this incident later. The first is I heard that Droim had gotten quite drunk at a tavern, Danced on the tables talking about how he bested a mage and saved a pregnant woman. I shook my head and smiled. That's not exactly what happened but I think Droim should have his day. If anyone ever mentions it to me I will tell them that what Droim said was true.
The other incident involved the scroll. I at first took it to Hemrod to see if I could trade it for another. He would not take it, but said I could probably trade it in Oscura. I went down and met a mage there. I traded the scroll for a scroll I had been looking for a long time. I traded it for Phantom Steed. Now that I have that spell I will search for ways to pick up the arcane version of speak with dead, false life and more to enhance my white necromancy.
The next thing to happen to me is as I was sitting in the commons I noticed a lot of mages and bards I know gathering around me. Jonni was there along with Skye, Shesarai, and others. They invited me to Jonni's home. There they formally asked me to join the Ceruleans. I accepted. We had a meeting. It was very secretive. So much so that I will not even write about it in my journal. I will say it was quite the education on the political structure of Peltarch and the Ceruleans themselves along with their history. I am now what is called a one star in the order. I am to observe and am to be guided by the others over the first year of a probationary membership. I look forward to it. I have also been asked to add Mystra to my prayers as well as Lady Moonbow. So now after singing to Lady Moonbow, I add a few prayers to Mystra to keep the weave stable. And yes I can now sing to my goddess again. I still cannot dance until I made up for what I have done in the recent past.
The very last thing to happen to me was while going to the farmlands with Shesaria we came across some strange tracks. Not so much me but she noticed them. She said that they always seem to appear behind her. I could see nothing having no sense of tracking what-so-ever. The tracks disappeared after we searched much of the area. I called up simsee to see if her true dragon sight could pierce the veil of this unknown track leaver. Meanwhile more adventurers gathered around us wondering what was going on.
We gave up and started back to the commons when a farmer ran past screaming about a dragon. We all went to the ridge south of the farms and found a huge dragon sleeping across the road. The carcass of a cow beside it. Autumn took charge and offered it treasure to leave. Then sang to it. Her song was starting to work when a dwarven paladin or knight walked up to it sword in hand trying to intimidate it. The dragon almost killed him...…...TWICE! I was thinking its going to attack and we would all be dead. It was irritated to say the least. Autumn managed to talk it down and it did eventually leave. Thank the heavens. We all went back to the commons. Both I and Autumn tried to counsel the knight but he made such excuses and deflections that I finally knew it would be of no use to speak with him on the subject again. I finally sat back down to rest my aching back and got a good rest. I wonder what grand events will happen upon the morn.
Lauriella Sithmore
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After a blistering month of action Lauriella sits down in the library of the city hall and recluses herself for several months.
The first thing she does is write in her journal: I finally had it out with Rarylador at the commons by the Sundial. His controlling personality and outright condemnation of me brought me to the boiling point. I told him off in no uncertain words what I thought of him. My Father always told me to beware of wolves bearing gifts. I thought that He being a cleric would be different...….No He was far from it! He has ever tried to turn me from my true purpose and now I have another support system. The Ceruleans. I may only be a probate member but I have people I can turn to that understand the trials I have been through.
After a grueling month of going outside and just before I recluse myself here the elven offered me a spell crystal. I would not take it freely. Instead, I traded him for a gem of higher value. It didn't mean much to me but he walked away with a smirk on his face. It angered me even more. So much has happened in between including my induction into the Ceruleans. I will speak of this and other things in this journal.
The first thing I want to mention is the Red Dragon returned. This time with a half-dragon. They appeared in the woods east of the rift. close to gnoll territory. I found out the Halfer's name is Hed'ral and the dragon's name is Kauleth. They were thrown out of their home by their mother, Inferno (Rass as a nickname). They found a lair in the mountains. Which mountains they did not say.
We were trying to negotiate a deal with the pair when the same gnome paladin along with a gnome sorcerer named Suppi got hot under the collar and attacked the dragon. The dragon of course retaliated and killed Suppi. I am not sure he killed the paladin. Someone put the body or bodies in a bag and took them to temple.
Meanwhile Jasmine showed up and started to negotiate. Most by this time left the area. I stayed behind leaning up against a tree to back her up in case things got ugly. Jasmine paid some kind of tribute to the dragon. I believe it was a sword but am not sure. they made an arrangement which I could not hear all the words of. Then the halfer and dragon left the area.
I know that most of my spells would bounce of the dragon to no effect but I had to be there to support Jasmine just in case. Perhaps it was not wise but no one else would. Perhaps one day things will be different.
There are many other events that happened while I soaked up the sun for my baby to be birthed as a normal half-elf. I have taken great care to follow the prescripts of my guild on handling such a birth. I do worry that I will not survive it so will make a last will and testimony before I am due.
For now I tire easily and must rest.
The first thing she does is write in her journal: I finally had it out with Rarylador at the commons by the Sundial. His controlling personality and outright condemnation of me brought me to the boiling point. I told him off in no uncertain words what I thought of him. My Father always told me to beware of wolves bearing gifts. I thought that He being a cleric would be different...….No He was far from it! He has ever tried to turn me from my true purpose and now I have another support system. The Ceruleans. I may only be a probate member but I have people I can turn to that understand the trials I have been through.
After a grueling month of going outside and just before I recluse myself here the elven offered me a spell crystal. I would not take it freely. Instead, I traded him for a gem of higher value. It didn't mean much to me but he walked away with a smirk on his face. It angered me even more. So much has happened in between including my induction into the Ceruleans. I will speak of this and other things in this journal.
The first thing I want to mention is the Red Dragon returned. This time with a half-dragon. They appeared in the woods east of the rift. close to gnoll territory. I found out the Halfer's name is Hed'ral and the dragon's name is Kauleth. They were thrown out of their home by their mother, Inferno (Rass as a nickname). They found a lair in the mountains. Which mountains they did not say.
We were trying to negotiate a deal with the pair when the same gnome paladin along with a gnome sorcerer named Suppi got hot under the collar and attacked the dragon. The dragon of course retaliated and killed Suppi. I am not sure he killed the paladin. Someone put the body or bodies in a bag and took them to temple.
Meanwhile Jasmine showed up and started to negotiate. Most by this time left the area. I stayed behind leaning up against a tree to back her up in case things got ugly. Jasmine paid some kind of tribute to the dragon. I believe it was a sword but am not sure. they made an arrangement which I could not hear all the words of. Then the halfer and dragon left the area.
I know that most of my spells would bounce of the dragon to no effect but I had to be there to support Jasmine just in case. Perhaps it was not wise but no one else would. Perhaps one day things will be different.
There are many other events that happened while I soaked up the sun for my baby to be birthed as a normal half-elf. I have taken great care to follow the prescripts of my guild on handling such a birth. I do worry that I will not survive it so will make a last will and testimony before I am due.
For now I tire easily and must rest.
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Several days later Lauriella has all she needs to make the letters she needs to make. She draws up a table to a comfortable chair in the city hall library. She takes up her quill and begins to write on a form letter stating her status as a Cerulean.
The first thing she sees is Name:. She hesitates thinking 'Would anyone know who the family is? Would they shun me as soon as they saw the name. I've never had a problem on journey with the ships but then again I know my name has an advantage for merchant ships to carry me to another port."
She chews her lip making the decision.
Name: Lauriella Sithmore.
Position: Knights of the Cerulean Stars (1 year probationary)
Rate of pay
Again she hesitates. She didn't even know there was pay associated with the Ceruleans. She writes
Rate of pay: Unknown
When done she puts it in a scroll case. unrolling another scroll to be written. She again takes up her quill and writes.
Report Lauriella Sithmore of the Cerulean stars
With lightning crashing where the missing Sundial stands a Mad Mage appears late at night wanting those that stand around to play his games. I have seen him twice. His games and tricks so far have done no permanent harm or laid use of offensive magic but the defenders should know about his antics.
He appears to be a human mage of medium build wearing a help to hide his face. The first time he appeared with a lightning stroke I watched his every move most carefully.
He set four different colored crystal balls on the ground and put an ordinary looking broom in the middle of the commons circle. He then asked each there including myself to touch one. Rarylador was the first. He touched one of the balls and disappeared. When he came back he was covered in mud and wastes. He smelled like the sewers.
The second person touched a globe. I forget who or what happened because I was concentrating on the mage trying to figure out his end game.
Then I touched a globe. I grew to the height of a hill giant effected by an enlarge spell the device unleashed. Rarylador then touched another globe. He was influenced by a shrink spell. I almost mushed him thinking he had turned into t a mouse. Then I thought it over again and knew I could not claim plausible deniability. I held my position and watched as Unen touched the broom. A shower of gold coins rained from the heaven upon him. Once the shower stopped the mysterious mage I now call the Trickster disappeared.
Several days later coming back from praying to Lady Moonbow just after midnight I found the Trickster again playing another game. There were three portals in the area the sundial usually stands. He told I, Rarylador and another to enter one of the portals. Rarylador jumped into one of the portals immediately. Then I jumped in another.
I found myself in a shallow cave. There were cages full of animals and a guardian for all the beasts caged within. He said he was a beast master. Going out of the cave I found myself in an arena. There was blood on the ground and a few bones. They looked human but I did not stick around to find out. I saw a rope on the other side. I managed to climb up after quite a struggle and found myself in Norwick behind the temple of Chauntea. I questioned the likes of a fighting arena in the city for a moment but started back to Peltarch.
As I waddled toward the city I became very tired and tried my newest spell. Phantom Steed. The spell misfired a second time. It seems that I am not pronouncing the wording just right for the spell to enact. I will have to work on that. Disheartened I stopped for an hour and rested. Waddling the rest of the way to town. There was no one in the commons so I waited to make sure any that may have gone through the portals made it back ok. Then rested.
I do not know if this mage/Trickster will come back to play his games but will watch and comment upon them if he does. Advise? What should I do If things get out of hand or the mage becomes adversarial?
Lauriella rolls up the letter and places it into the same scroll case. and goes on to the next letter.
Report: Lauriella Sithmore of the Cerulean Stars
Recently one night a portal opened up in the commons and a Thavian wizard walked out from it. Both Verika and Droim was with me to witness the incident.
The wizard was looking for Eurek. I know there is something going on between Eurek and the Red Wizards. Something about him being framed by the same illusionist I was or am investigating for Baroness Tiller. I myself said that I was a magical defender of the city and disliked portals popping up in the center of town. He told me he could destroy me before I even started to counterspell his magic.
I knew it was true and most likely made a mistake but Thavians are dangerous were-ever they tread. I felt I had to put myself out since no one else would. I distrust Verika's motivations and think that if things go south she is more likely to turn tail and run rather than stand for the city and the defenseless.
From this point I stopped my banter with the mage and listen to him. He was disappointed in not finding his quarry and blatantly said that he was also testing the cities ability to defend against he and his collogues. The statement raised the hairs on the back of my head. I centered myself as taught, staring him straight in the eyes without saying a word. After making his proclamation along with some other threats to the city if Eurek isn't found he left through the portal.
She puts the letter in the same tube and takes out yet another scroll. She sights as she begins to write this one.
Personal to the other members of the Ceruleans:
When an elven woman gives birth to a half-elven there are usually complications. Sometimes those complications are grave. My pregnancy is further complicated but I cannot say how. Baroness Tiller knows the details and if at all possible I would like to have her as midwife though that may not be possible with her duties.
I am writing this letter in case I should pass while giving birth. If this should happen I would like my fellow Ceruleans to burn my body until even the bones are ash. I will wish not to come back. I know I have a home in Lady Moonbows arms once I have transcended.
Have my ashes sent to Evermeet. My parents have a small farm just north of Drelagara (Ask for the Sithmore farm). they have already lost their son, my brother. I am the last they will birth. They will be sad but let them know I did what I could for all peoples that I have met. I had an interesting life to say the least and meet whatever fate with the same curiosity I did in life.
I should have enough coin to do all this. Take all my research and use it well in the coming centuries. As for my things Keep them for the next Cerulean that may need them to do their work.
Thank you for listening to my wishes
Lauriella Sithmore.
She puts the last scroll with the others and goes down to the defenders headquarters. There she hands it to the Sgt. CQ on duty. and walks back up the stairs to read and study.
The first thing she sees is Name:. She hesitates thinking 'Would anyone know who the family is? Would they shun me as soon as they saw the name. I've never had a problem on journey with the ships but then again I know my name has an advantage for merchant ships to carry me to another port."
She chews her lip making the decision.
Name: Lauriella Sithmore.
Position: Knights of the Cerulean Stars (1 year probationary)
Rate of pay
Again she hesitates. She didn't even know there was pay associated with the Ceruleans. She writes
Rate of pay: Unknown
When done she puts it in a scroll case. unrolling another scroll to be written. She again takes up her quill and writes.
Report Lauriella Sithmore of the Cerulean stars
With lightning crashing where the missing Sundial stands a Mad Mage appears late at night wanting those that stand around to play his games. I have seen him twice. His games and tricks so far have done no permanent harm or laid use of offensive magic but the defenders should know about his antics.
He appears to be a human mage of medium build wearing a help to hide his face. The first time he appeared with a lightning stroke I watched his every move most carefully.
He set four different colored crystal balls on the ground and put an ordinary looking broom in the middle of the commons circle. He then asked each there including myself to touch one. Rarylador was the first. He touched one of the balls and disappeared. When he came back he was covered in mud and wastes. He smelled like the sewers.
The second person touched a globe. I forget who or what happened because I was concentrating on the mage trying to figure out his end game.
Then I touched a globe. I grew to the height of a hill giant effected by an enlarge spell the device unleashed. Rarylador then touched another globe. He was influenced by a shrink spell. I almost mushed him thinking he had turned into t a mouse. Then I thought it over again and knew I could not claim plausible deniability. I held my position and watched as Unen touched the broom. A shower of gold coins rained from the heaven upon him. Once the shower stopped the mysterious mage I now call the Trickster disappeared.
Several days later coming back from praying to Lady Moonbow just after midnight I found the Trickster again playing another game. There were three portals in the area the sundial usually stands. He told I, Rarylador and another to enter one of the portals. Rarylador jumped into one of the portals immediately. Then I jumped in another.
I found myself in a shallow cave. There were cages full of animals and a guardian for all the beasts caged within. He said he was a beast master. Going out of the cave I found myself in an arena. There was blood on the ground and a few bones. They looked human but I did not stick around to find out. I saw a rope on the other side. I managed to climb up after quite a struggle and found myself in Norwick behind the temple of Chauntea. I questioned the likes of a fighting arena in the city for a moment but started back to Peltarch.
As I waddled toward the city I became very tired and tried my newest spell. Phantom Steed. The spell misfired a second time. It seems that I am not pronouncing the wording just right for the spell to enact. I will have to work on that. Disheartened I stopped for an hour and rested. Waddling the rest of the way to town. There was no one in the commons so I waited to make sure any that may have gone through the portals made it back ok. Then rested.
I do not know if this mage/Trickster will come back to play his games but will watch and comment upon them if he does. Advise? What should I do If things get out of hand or the mage becomes adversarial?
Lauriella rolls up the letter and places it into the same scroll case. and goes on to the next letter.
Report: Lauriella Sithmore of the Cerulean Stars
Recently one night a portal opened up in the commons and a Thavian wizard walked out from it. Both Verika and Droim was with me to witness the incident.
The wizard was looking for Eurek. I know there is something going on between Eurek and the Red Wizards. Something about him being framed by the same illusionist I was or am investigating for Baroness Tiller. I myself said that I was a magical defender of the city and disliked portals popping up in the center of town. He told me he could destroy me before I even started to counterspell his magic.
I knew it was true and most likely made a mistake but Thavians are dangerous were-ever they tread. I felt I had to put myself out since no one else would. I distrust Verika's motivations and think that if things go south she is more likely to turn tail and run rather than stand for the city and the defenseless.
From this point I stopped my banter with the mage and listen to him. He was disappointed in not finding his quarry and blatantly said that he was also testing the cities ability to defend against he and his collogues. The statement raised the hairs on the back of my head. I centered myself as taught, staring him straight in the eyes without saying a word. After making his proclamation along with some other threats to the city if Eurek isn't found he left through the portal.
She puts the letter in the same tube and takes out yet another scroll. She sights as she begins to write this one.
Personal to the other members of the Ceruleans:
When an elven woman gives birth to a half-elven there are usually complications. Sometimes those complications are grave. My pregnancy is further complicated but I cannot say how. Baroness Tiller knows the details and if at all possible I would like to have her as midwife though that may not be possible with her duties.
I am writing this letter in case I should pass while giving birth. If this should happen I would like my fellow Ceruleans to burn my body until even the bones are ash. I will wish not to come back. I know I have a home in Lady Moonbows arms once I have transcended.
Have my ashes sent to Evermeet. My parents have a small farm just north of Drelagara (Ask for the Sithmore farm). they have already lost their son, my brother. I am the last they will birth. They will be sad but let them know I did what I could for all peoples that I have met. I had an interesting life to say the least and meet whatever fate with the same curiosity I did in life.
I should have enough coin to do all this. Take all my research and use it well in the coming centuries. As for my things Keep them for the next Cerulean that may need them to do their work.
Thank you for listening to my wishes
Lauriella Sithmore.
She puts the last scroll with the others and goes down to the defenders headquarters. There she hands it to the Sgt. CQ on duty. and walks back up the stairs to read and study.
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Lauriella takes up the scroll case from the CQ on duty at the defenders headquarters. She pulls out the two notes and reads them. She stares at the ceiling for some time before answering out loud, "Lycka wants me to be more perceptive and use my arcane skills more. I think I can do that."
She rethinks every encounter she has run an report on backtracking it in her mind for points to work on. Her investigative skills need some improvement. Once satisfied she can make proper adjustments she opens her journal.
Lycka wants me to use my lore and spellcraft more along with sharpening my perceptions of each incident. I see in the city. I need to start to remember every other person around me and what exactly they do. Lets make this learning curve sharper than others I've been working on. So many things preoccupy my mind from the baby to my own research in the arcane. I need to focus more on my duties to the city state itself or I may well be asked to leave after a year.
On a different note I would like to refer to two individuals. The first is the court wizard I often see at the state meetings I've been at. Usually I stop at the threshold at the council chambers and listen quietly and respectfully when I happen upon a meeting. A few times I have curiously walked in without being thrown out. often standing behind someone I know in case I was asked to leave.
The last time I happened upon a meeting many of the other Ceruleans were there. I timidly walked in and stood by Jonni, hoping to listen to what is going on. The court wizard there who I have seen but do not know smiled at me with a certain familiarity I would not expect. It struck me as odd. I was eventually guided to a seat beside Jonni and listened to the meeting on the Cerulean that attacked the royal family. This was way beyond my experience and so I listened quietly without interrupting. Still the court wizard's reaction to my presence struck me as odd. Is he divining me or had he heard rumors, or is it just that I am pregnant (that may be a good assumption) I do not know what to think as of yet but will be watchful of further attentions.
The other person I want to mention in the journal is Thorin. Thorin has been confusing me to some extend. When first I met him I found him jovial and amendable as we sat by a campfire and celebrated late in the night.
The second time it was when the sailors toke the celestial sword away from the city for safe keeping. So the Baatezu would stop attacking the city. Thorin was there. His reaction to me was much more reserved and undecided. It may have been about the incident with the spellweavers. That was probably it.
Recently he meet me in the commons and had yet another reaction. He did give me some good counsel about the welfare of the citizens of Peltarch and my responsibilities. Seemingly much calmer than last I was in his presence.
Lauriella winces while closing the journal, "Please stop kicking me. You're hurting your momma. Go to trance little one. We still have a long way to go." She goes on asking in her head, 'Do all babies kick like this or is it the human side of him? He feels like he wants to kick his way out of my womb."
She unrolls another scroll paper and begins to write.
Dear Hemt Netjer Fezim of Kurth.
Greetings from Peltarch in Narfell from Lauriella Sithmore.
I have come to the conclusion that no ship will likely take me from port in Damara to Mulhorand as far along as I am even with some experience in piloting. I will have to have my baby here and trust in the women I know here to have the birth. I have done all that you and the high clerics have prescribed in reference to the baby so that they have a chance at a normal life. May Lady Moonbow protect me and the child.
I have been invited and accepted into an military organization of mage protectors in the city state of Peltarch. My first loyalties must stand with those that call themselves the Order of the Cerulean Stars. I know this has no bearing on my guild membership in the House of life, however I want to make the division of my alliances quite clear. I believe by my being a member and taking care of the people here a good duty and may bring a steadying influence to their barbaric ways.
After the baby is born I will again travel to Mulhorand on a regular basis to help in whatever way I may, and complete my necromantic studies. The only thing I fear now is the protection and non-detection of my child. I will spend every gold I have to either make or have made an amulet for him or her.
In that way though I may not completely protect him from Lord Rokiri I may make it hard for him to find the child. Thank you for all advise and counsel. I will return within the year I believe.
Thank you and may your gods bless you and the house of life.
Hemt Lauriella Sithmore.
Lauriella rolls up the scroll and places her seal upon it. Places it into a tube and again stamps her seal to the end. She waddles out to await the caravan to Damara. While she waits she soaks up as much sun as possible though the light is starting to burn her eyes and the heat from the direct sunlight makes her uncomfortable. She sighs when the caravan finally comes. Giving the scroll case to the man she trusts she waddles back to the city hall library to continue honing her lore and understanding.
She rethinks every encounter she has run an report on backtracking it in her mind for points to work on. Her investigative skills need some improvement. Once satisfied she can make proper adjustments she opens her journal.
Lycka wants me to use my lore and spellcraft more along with sharpening my perceptions of each incident. I see in the city. I need to start to remember every other person around me and what exactly they do. Lets make this learning curve sharper than others I've been working on. So many things preoccupy my mind from the baby to my own research in the arcane. I need to focus more on my duties to the city state itself or I may well be asked to leave after a year.
On a different note I would like to refer to two individuals. The first is the court wizard I often see at the state meetings I've been at. Usually I stop at the threshold at the council chambers and listen quietly and respectfully when I happen upon a meeting. A few times I have curiously walked in without being thrown out. often standing behind someone I know in case I was asked to leave.
The last time I happened upon a meeting many of the other Ceruleans were there. I timidly walked in and stood by Jonni, hoping to listen to what is going on. The court wizard there who I have seen but do not know smiled at me with a certain familiarity I would not expect. It struck me as odd. I was eventually guided to a seat beside Jonni and listened to the meeting on the Cerulean that attacked the royal family. This was way beyond my experience and so I listened quietly without interrupting. Still the court wizard's reaction to my presence struck me as odd. Is he divining me or had he heard rumors, or is it just that I am pregnant (that may be a good assumption) I do not know what to think as of yet but will be watchful of further attentions.
The other person I want to mention in the journal is Thorin. Thorin has been confusing me to some extend. When first I met him I found him jovial and amendable as we sat by a campfire and celebrated late in the night.
The second time it was when the sailors toke the celestial sword away from the city for safe keeping. So the Baatezu would stop attacking the city. Thorin was there. His reaction to me was much more reserved and undecided. It may have been about the incident with the spellweavers. That was probably it.
Recently he meet me in the commons and had yet another reaction. He did give me some good counsel about the welfare of the citizens of Peltarch and my responsibilities. Seemingly much calmer than last I was in his presence.
Lauriella winces while closing the journal, "Please stop kicking me. You're hurting your momma. Go to trance little one. We still have a long way to go." She goes on asking in her head, 'Do all babies kick like this or is it the human side of him? He feels like he wants to kick his way out of my womb."
She unrolls another scroll paper and begins to write.
Dear Hemt Netjer Fezim of Kurth.
Greetings from Peltarch in Narfell from Lauriella Sithmore.
I have come to the conclusion that no ship will likely take me from port in Damara to Mulhorand as far along as I am even with some experience in piloting. I will have to have my baby here and trust in the women I know here to have the birth. I have done all that you and the high clerics have prescribed in reference to the baby so that they have a chance at a normal life. May Lady Moonbow protect me and the child.
I have been invited and accepted into an military organization of mage protectors in the city state of Peltarch. My first loyalties must stand with those that call themselves the Order of the Cerulean Stars. I know this has no bearing on my guild membership in the House of life, however I want to make the division of my alliances quite clear. I believe by my being a member and taking care of the people here a good duty and may bring a steadying influence to their barbaric ways.
After the baby is born I will again travel to Mulhorand on a regular basis to help in whatever way I may, and complete my necromantic studies. The only thing I fear now is the protection and non-detection of my child. I will spend every gold I have to either make or have made an amulet for him or her.
In that way though I may not completely protect him from Lord Rokiri I may make it hard for him to find the child. Thank you for all advise and counsel. I will return within the year I believe.
Thank you and may your gods bless you and the house of life.
Hemt Lauriella Sithmore.
Lauriella rolls up the scroll and places her seal upon it. Places it into a tube and again stamps her seal to the end. She waddles out to await the caravan to Damara. While she waits she soaks up as much sun as possible though the light is starting to burn her eyes and the heat from the direct sunlight makes her uncomfortable. She sighs when the caravan finally comes. Giving the scroll case to the man she trusts she waddles back to the city hall library to continue honing her lore and understanding.
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Lauriella labors in her thoughts as she sits in the library with papers and reports surrounding her. From broken swords to a giant rocket ship made by Suppi and another gnome by the name of vanoogle to a halfling's freedom purchased with a dragon egg she has much to think about.
She winces on what to write about first. The one of most import she feels are her observations on the Black hand. A group of seemingly invincible cultist who have banded together to cause chaos and evil across the lands of Peltarch.
She begins to write.
Letter to the leader of the Ceruleans, Lycka.
Personal and confidential.
In the last several weeks I have been involved with instances with the Black hand a group of seemingly indestructible Cultist that use undead, traps and abominations to terrorized the lands and its people.
I have personally met the one called the inventor. A vampire that uses clones to protect himself. His first appearance that I know of occurred when attacking me along the west gate as I worshipped. I ran for help and a number of adventurers helped to disarm and remove the trap he left in his wake. After which we killed several of his clones until he retired from us his voice whispering along the winds.
Later Lady Varya and Verika got mixed up with this black handed cult. A paladin by the name of Henry was slain. The black hand sent his sword to Lady Varya though the courier service known as Fast Travel.
Later as I sat in the commons with Kenton Seth we noticed that guard quietly setting preparations for a siege. All went to the west gate. The group included Myself, Raryldor, Ivory a cleric of Talona, Verika, Nathelin, Kenton Seth, and Elyl. We had some problem with the guard but came to an arrangement as Zombie Orcs were attacking the west gate.
We and the guard broke through their ranks and quickly put an end to their attack. The guard continued North and we went west to the farm houses. There we met with weak resistance from both Orcs and cultist. We continued to the cliff wall where we found more cultist defending the cavern system. We quickly put them down too.
Going into the caverns we found many cultist and undead. We worked our way deep into the depths where a foul poisonous mist was spreading. Many choked on the fumes. In one room we found a cunning trap made by the inventor. Disarming it we moved on. The mists in the caves weakened but did not stop. We knew there were more of these hideous death traps deeper in the caves.
Meanwhile a disembodied whistling started to be heard among our numbers. We tracked the sound to find another diabolical machine of destruction. Again we disarmed it. Now the mists within the cavern system began to dissipate. We moved on.
At the very end of the cavern system We were looking around for the inventor when suddenly we were surrounded by vampire adepts. The battle was fierce with Verika falling in battle. I survived a scratch from the vampires. A woman mage showed up and began to cast. I threw firebrand upon her and hid. The others took her down. I found out her name was Claire and some knew her in life. The threat gone we made our way back to Peltarch.
I picked up the staff of this Claire in the division of gains. It is a powerful staff of animate dead. Upon suggestion I believe it may be scryed to help in ending this group that calls itself the black hand. I will keep it until that time and then possibly sell it for a number of spells in Oscura being that Hermod has already told me he will not sell necromancies. Or have it destroyed so no one may use it (please advise)
A night later Verika was in camp with me when a strange human man teleported into the commons. He was wearing read formal clothing that made me suspicious. I found out his name is Jenkin Crow and he had a mission for Verika.
He told us that there is a Hin being held in Oscura on capital offense that knew how to find the lairs of the Black hand leaders, and knew how to defeat each of them. He told us that he could have the Hin released but he needed something to trade and he knew exactly what he wanted.
He told Verika of a dragon egg the kobolds held in their cavern system. For the egg he would have the halfling released into her custody for questioning. Then he teleported himself out.
She invited me to join her. Along the way we picked up several other adventurers. Autumn, A human Kronan woman who will not say her name, and a fighter type that swings a double bladed axe. We fought our way through kobolds, Lizardmen trying to get to the eggs and abominations. finding a kobold egg keeper that wanted to give up the fight. He gave us the dragon egg for his freedom and we set course for Oscura.
there we met Jenkin and sealed the deal escorting the halfling via teleportation to the commons. There he told us the full story. Both Verika and I asking many questions of him.
There are three leaders of the black hand. the leader of these is Lacaine who holds up in the mountains above a ruined city within. He gains his power from an unknown source within these ruins. He surrounds himself with a gauntlet of undead and created abominations within the mountain's depths. He is untenable until the other two are dealt with. The power his uses is the power of regeneration. By going into the ruins and breaking the link to his power source He can be put down.
The next leader is the inventor. the inventors real body is hold up in an old fortress. He surrounds himself with both traps and undead. Along with clones he constantly creates. The halfling Trick said he knows of a group of Vampire hunters that are willing to help out getting rid of the inventor. However he will not reveal the name or location of this group even as I pressed him. He did say that when we are ready He will call upon them to help with ending this menace. We must destroy all his clones and find the real body. Then we may do away with him once and for all.
The third calls himself the Lord of the Manor. He has a Manor house somewhere in Damara. The halfling told us his trick of survival. Every time his body is cut down a slave he owns takes his place as a sacrifice to the demons he involves himself with instead of his own soul. Thus he is resurrected. He told us that we must keep him occupied and run magical interference to this connection with this process and we may defeat him for good.
Trick said that though these three walk in apparent invincibility their biggest weakness is that they fear dying permanently. Once either the Inventor or Lord of the Manor are defeated the others will go onto the defensive. It will be much harder to defeat them in their lairs as their paranoia sets in. They will work separately thereafter and alone. We take care of the other lesser and Lacaine will be left alone on his mountain. Then we may take him out with a powerful enough group.
The Hin is hiding near a temple in the realms controlled by Peltard, however I can only reveal his whereabouts to Lycka personally for fear of scrying by these powerful cultist. I believe this is prudent at this time.
Thank you.
Lauriella Sithmore.
Lauriella puts it into a scroll tube and places her seal upon it and waddles down to the CQ on duty delivering it to him.
She winces on what to write about first. The one of most import she feels are her observations on the Black hand. A group of seemingly invincible cultist who have banded together to cause chaos and evil across the lands of Peltarch.
She begins to write.
Letter to the leader of the Ceruleans, Lycka.
Personal and confidential.
In the last several weeks I have been involved with instances with the Black hand a group of seemingly indestructible Cultist that use undead, traps and abominations to terrorized the lands and its people.
I have personally met the one called the inventor. A vampire that uses clones to protect himself. His first appearance that I know of occurred when attacking me along the west gate as I worshipped. I ran for help and a number of adventurers helped to disarm and remove the trap he left in his wake. After which we killed several of his clones until he retired from us his voice whispering along the winds.
Later Lady Varya and Verika got mixed up with this black handed cult. A paladin by the name of Henry was slain. The black hand sent his sword to Lady Varya though the courier service known as Fast Travel.
Later as I sat in the commons with Kenton Seth we noticed that guard quietly setting preparations for a siege. All went to the west gate. The group included Myself, Raryldor, Ivory a cleric of Talona, Verika, Nathelin, Kenton Seth, and Elyl. We had some problem with the guard but came to an arrangement as Zombie Orcs were attacking the west gate.
We and the guard broke through their ranks and quickly put an end to their attack. The guard continued North and we went west to the farm houses. There we met with weak resistance from both Orcs and cultist. We continued to the cliff wall where we found more cultist defending the cavern system. We quickly put them down too.
Going into the caverns we found many cultist and undead. We worked our way deep into the depths where a foul poisonous mist was spreading. Many choked on the fumes. In one room we found a cunning trap made by the inventor. Disarming it we moved on. The mists in the caves weakened but did not stop. We knew there were more of these hideous death traps deeper in the caves.
Meanwhile a disembodied whistling started to be heard among our numbers. We tracked the sound to find another diabolical machine of destruction. Again we disarmed it. Now the mists within the cavern system began to dissipate. We moved on.
At the very end of the cavern system We were looking around for the inventor when suddenly we were surrounded by vampire adepts. The battle was fierce with Verika falling in battle. I survived a scratch from the vampires. A woman mage showed up and began to cast. I threw firebrand upon her and hid. The others took her down. I found out her name was Claire and some knew her in life. The threat gone we made our way back to Peltarch.
I picked up the staff of this Claire in the division of gains. It is a powerful staff of animate dead. Upon suggestion I believe it may be scryed to help in ending this group that calls itself the black hand. I will keep it until that time and then possibly sell it for a number of spells in Oscura being that Hermod has already told me he will not sell necromancies. Or have it destroyed so no one may use it (please advise)
A night later Verika was in camp with me when a strange human man teleported into the commons. He was wearing read formal clothing that made me suspicious. I found out his name is Jenkin Crow and he had a mission for Verika.
He told us that there is a Hin being held in Oscura on capital offense that knew how to find the lairs of the Black hand leaders, and knew how to defeat each of them. He told us that he could have the Hin released but he needed something to trade and he knew exactly what he wanted.
He told Verika of a dragon egg the kobolds held in their cavern system. For the egg he would have the halfling released into her custody for questioning. Then he teleported himself out.
She invited me to join her. Along the way we picked up several other adventurers. Autumn, A human Kronan woman who will not say her name, and a fighter type that swings a double bladed axe. We fought our way through kobolds, Lizardmen trying to get to the eggs and abominations. finding a kobold egg keeper that wanted to give up the fight. He gave us the dragon egg for his freedom and we set course for Oscura.
there we met Jenkin and sealed the deal escorting the halfling via teleportation to the commons. There he told us the full story. Both Verika and I asking many questions of him.
There are three leaders of the black hand. the leader of these is Lacaine who holds up in the mountains above a ruined city within. He gains his power from an unknown source within these ruins. He surrounds himself with a gauntlet of undead and created abominations within the mountain's depths. He is untenable until the other two are dealt with. The power his uses is the power of regeneration. By going into the ruins and breaking the link to his power source He can be put down.
The next leader is the inventor. the inventors real body is hold up in an old fortress. He surrounds himself with both traps and undead. Along with clones he constantly creates. The halfling Trick said he knows of a group of Vampire hunters that are willing to help out getting rid of the inventor. However he will not reveal the name or location of this group even as I pressed him. He did say that when we are ready He will call upon them to help with ending this menace. We must destroy all his clones and find the real body. Then we may do away with him once and for all.
The third calls himself the Lord of the Manor. He has a Manor house somewhere in Damara. The halfling told us his trick of survival. Every time his body is cut down a slave he owns takes his place as a sacrifice to the demons he involves himself with instead of his own soul. Thus he is resurrected. He told us that we must keep him occupied and run magical interference to this connection with this process and we may defeat him for good.
Trick said that though these three walk in apparent invincibility their biggest weakness is that they fear dying permanently. Once either the Inventor or Lord of the Manor are defeated the others will go onto the defensive. It will be much harder to defeat them in their lairs as their paranoia sets in. They will work separately thereafter and alone. We take care of the other lesser and Lacaine will be left alone on his mountain. Then we may take him out with a powerful enough group.
The Hin is hiding near a temple in the realms controlled by Peltard, however I can only reveal his whereabouts to Lycka personally for fear of scrying by these powerful cultist. I believe this is prudent at this time.
Thank you.
Lauriella Sithmore.
Lauriella puts it into a scroll tube and places her seal upon it and waddles down to the CQ on duty delivering it to him.
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Lauriella sits back in her chair and thinks about the gnomes last week and the wild adventure they sent her and near a dozen associates on.
It all started when Jonni, Kenton and I along with others were discussing current issues in the commons. Suppi the gnomish sorcerer and another Gnome by the name of Vanoogle joined us. Jonni got the gnomes going with ideas and they began to build something where the sundial use to be.
They build a (how do I describe it) a giant machine of mish-mashed parts calling it a rocket. Realizing there were many explosives surrounding the machine some of us convinced the Gnomes that the commons were not the best place to make a contraption with explosives. They dismantled the machine and moved it to the west looking for some rocky ground because the soft ground of the sundial as suggested was not a good place to make their experiment.
They then walked to the dias of the west gate. Seeing what they were doing I stood in the middle and protested that this is the place I sing to the moon. They could not build it here. They then looked around and found a large flat boulder to set up their machine. They then urged everyone to go. They wanted to find an earth-mote or flying city if you will.
Jonni and others convinced me it was safe so I joined them. Among our group was Suppi, Vanoogle, Lady Varya, Isolde, Rary, Jonni, Verika, Kenton Seth, Reyhenna, and the curious woman I mentioned before that would not say her name.
We all got on and the rocket took off with a roar. It rattled, shook and did many strange things while we flew higher and higher. It looked like the device was going to get out of hand and we where going to shoot all the way up to the stars when Isolde and the two gnomes finally got it under control. When they did we saw one of these earth motes and landed upon it.
Denizens immediately challenged us. Rary and I spoke with them calming them down. They offered us welcome only if we defeated some raiding Orcs that flew to their floating island on Halruaan ship.
I have never heard of a Halruaan and thought it would have a helm like a spelljammer. It does not. Upon further research I found the references about them. They are skyships that cannot go to the stars like spelljammers. They use giant turtle shells to levitate and ride the winds. They have steering sails too. They use a simple control rod made of silver and capped with gold to control their movements.
We sought out these orcs and found them quickly enough. After the first half mile we ran into mages. I was in the back protecting the newcomer with no name. However too close to the battle by a few steps. A fire brand spell hit me full force. I wound up on the fugue plane and I wasn't alone. Reyhenna was with me. We spoke and I found out that she had been there five times already and had been brought back by friends. It gave me hope for this was the first and hopefully my last venture to this plane of spirits.
I woke up back in my body penniless and checked my belly. Thankfully the baby was still alive. I counted my blessings and gave Lady Moonbow my respects. As we recovered the orcs had moved a cannon toward us. I shrank back against the cliff while others took on the orcs trying to fire the cannon. They were also firing from the top of the cliff too, arrows and stones.
We managed to capture the cannon and roll it forward. Our archers including myself harassing the coming orcs. As we moved we saw a large contingent in front of us surrounding their ship. We decided to use the cannon. I moved far back from the front to keep safe along with the strange girl who I used invisibility on.
When we moved forward most of the orcs were dead. Rarylador and others were going hand to hand with the orc chieftain. The giant of a creature seemed amused, Our warriors were tired and wounded. Some were cut up badly but they wore him down. He suddenly brought a potion up and was trying to uncork it. I knew it was my chance but I was low on spells. I did have a small cantrip called unseen hand that can pick up small objects or trip traps. I used it as the cork popped open for him. Just before he drank my invisible hand knocked the potion right out of his hand.
He looked directly into my eyes and said, "That just wont stand!" I ran as he grabbed a rope and swung over my way. He was not fast enough. Others caught up to him before he caught up to me. They fought hard bringing him to his knees. He plead for mercy but they cut off his head for unopposed entrance to the island. I am not so well with this action but knew that is what the denizens wanted. We then destroyed the rest of his ship that didn't get damaged by the cannon fire. Rarylador took the head back to the earth mote people meanwhile a Lammasu show up.
We spoke with it and found out it lived here to help hapless sailors and ships lost in the sea of falling stars. I told him that when I pilot I will put some mithral shavings into my pilot lantern on deck so that he will know he has a friend at sea.
The rocket itself was done its energy spent. We teleported back to the commons in good health. An amazing adventure finished and a place we are all welcomed up in the sky.
It all started when Jonni, Kenton and I along with others were discussing current issues in the commons. Suppi the gnomish sorcerer and another Gnome by the name of Vanoogle joined us. Jonni got the gnomes going with ideas and they began to build something where the sundial use to be.
They build a (how do I describe it) a giant machine of mish-mashed parts calling it a rocket. Realizing there were many explosives surrounding the machine some of us convinced the Gnomes that the commons were not the best place to make a contraption with explosives. They dismantled the machine and moved it to the west looking for some rocky ground because the soft ground of the sundial as suggested was not a good place to make their experiment.
They then walked to the dias of the west gate. Seeing what they were doing I stood in the middle and protested that this is the place I sing to the moon. They could not build it here. They then looked around and found a large flat boulder to set up their machine. They then urged everyone to go. They wanted to find an earth-mote or flying city if you will.
Jonni and others convinced me it was safe so I joined them. Among our group was Suppi, Vanoogle, Lady Varya, Isolde, Rary, Jonni, Verika, Kenton Seth, Reyhenna, and the curious woman I mentioned before that would not say her name.
We all got on and the rocket took off with a roar. It rattled, shook and did many strange things while we flew higher and higher. It looked like the device was going to get out of hand and we where going to shoot all the way up to the stars when Isolde and the two gnomes finally got it under control. When they did we saw one of these earth motes and landed upon it.
Denizens immediately challenged us. Rary and I spoke with them calming them down. They offered us welcome only if we defeated some raiding Orcs that flew to their floating island on Halruaan ship.
I have never heard of a Halruaan and thought it would have a helm like a spelljammer. It does not. Upon further research I found the references about them. They are skyships that cannot go to the stars like spelljammers. They use giant turtle shells to levitate and ride the winds. They have steering sails too. They use a simple control rod made of silver and capped with gold to control their movements.
We sought out these orcs and found them quickly enough. After the first half mile we ran into mages. I was in the back protecting the newcomer with no name. However too close to the battle by a few steps. A fire brand spell hit me full force. I wound up on the fugue plane and I wasn't alone. Reyhenna was with me. We spoke and I found out that she had been there five times already and had been brought back by friends. It gave me hope for this was the first and hopefully my last venture to this plane of spirits.
I woke up back in my body penniless and checked my belly. Thankfully the baby was still alive. I counted my blessings and gave Lady Moonbow my respects. As we recovered the orcs had moved a cannon toward us. I shrank back against the cliff while others took on the orcs trying to fire the cannon. They were also firing from the top of the cliff too, arrows and stones.
We managed to capture the cannon and roll it forward. Our archers including myself harassing the coming orcs. As we moved we saw a large contingent in front of us surrounding their ship. We decided to use the cannon. I moved far back from the front to keep safe along with the strange girl who I used invisibility on.
When we moved forward most of the orcs were dead. Rarylador and others were going hand to hand with the orc chieftain. The giant of a creature seemed amused, Our warriors were tired and wounded. Some were cut up badly but they wore him down. He suddenly brought a potion up and was trying to uncork it. I knew it was my chance but I was low on spells. I did have a small cantrip called unseen hand that can pick up small objects or trip traps. I used it as the cork popped open for him. Just before he drank my invisible hand knocked the potion right out of his hand.
He looked directly into my eyes and said, "That just wont stand!" I ran as he grabbed a rope and swung over my way. He was not fast enough. Others caught up to him before he caught up to me. They fought hard bringing him to his knees. He plead for mercy but they cut off his head for unopposed entrance to the island. I am not so well with this action but knew that is what the denizens wanted. We then destroyed the rest of his ship that didn't get damaged by the cannon fire. Rarylador took the head back to the earth mote people meanwhile a Lammasu show up.
We spoke with it and found out it lived here to help hapless sailors and ships lost in the sea of falling stars. I told him that when I pilot I will put some mithral shavings into my pilot lantern on deck so that he will know he has a friend at sea.
The rocket itself was done its energy spent. We teleported back to the commons in good health. An amazing adventure finished and a place we are all welcomed up in the sky.
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Lauriella works silently in the city library. Most by now pay her no mind at all; moving around her as if she doesn't exist. She doesn't mind and often gets asked from time to time where one may find a particular book. Late at night she is reading a manuscript about a rare magic item when a beetle crawls across her desk.
Almost haphazardly she cups her hand trapping it while not paying much attention. Closing her fingers she picks it up gently and examines the large beetle. It's a scarab! She suddenly stands and looks around the bookcases. There is no one there.
She looks at the beetle, "Your not suppose to be here little fellow. Someone must be playing a trick on me...…..or? Or one of the new Mulhorandi immigrants are trying to get my attention. I don't want to think about any alternative for I worship Sehanine Moonbow not Osiris."
She looks around again seeing no one in the library or the hall. She gets her herbal kit out and puts the beetle in an empty jar then pokes holes in the lid, "I'll find a graveyard for you little one. There's one close by. You'll feel at home there."
She goes back to her work. After a while she pulls out some water and rests. Opening her journal she writes.
There was an incident that called me to duty about a week ago. I do not think that it warrants a report to the Ceruleans however I wanted to put it into my journal for prosperity.
A rough...….very rough looking woman in heavy, green armor stopped by the commons asking about a man by the name of Eric. Her speech left little to be desired and although she did not speak common well the words she used were...….Lets just say the color of her words matched her rugged appearance. She informed us that she had lost her man. She told us rather roughly to go find him, and that she would be staying at the inn until he shows his...……..Face.
Shortly after she left a bard showed up from the college and complained that a man, Matching this Eric's description had passed to the private parts of the theater. I changed into my Cerulean uniform and went to investigate with Rika: A tall and rugged Uthgardt woman from the spine of the world.
The bard found us in the theater and opened the back rooms for us. He told us to get the man out whatever it takes and that he was last seen in room B4. I calmed him down and said we would while Rika marched in to look for the right room. I quickly followed.
We found the room and opened the door to be face to face with three female vampires! Two were attending to this Eric in their own way. Rika immediately attacked them in a frenzy while I stood behind the door throwing what spells I may.
We killed two of them. The other pulled Eric's body down a large hole in the floor dug up from the sewers. Rika took great pleasure in cutting off the heads of the vampires while I investigated the hole.
I told her we should have some help. Rika debated me about it for a minute then just jumped down into the hole. Here I became indecisive for a moment. I went to get more help when I slipped and caught myself at the edge of the hole with my hands. Dangling between room and sewer I tried to lift myself up but could not as heavy as I am now. I fell the last few feet into the sewer thankfully not hurting myself.
From there we followed the vampires killing them as we went. I happened to have some copper arrows that collected static and could not only pierce my enemies but also shock them with electricity. I used them and my few offensive spells killing vampires until we found Eric again. Rika took great care to chop of their heads and put them in a large sack. Meanwhile in the fighting She was also bitten.
I knew I had to get them back up to the surface but had never been in the sewers before. We wandered finding more vampires and something new! Cultist from the Black hand. Together Rika and I fought them. I used the remainder of my spells and resorted to my wands. We slew them all.
Free of the cultists and vampires we were almost at one of the exits when crystal oozes attacked us. I tried fire then acid and nothing worked. I had one charge left in my lightning rod. Giving it a go the ooze was repelled by it then came at me faster than I ever thought a jelly like substance could move. I happened to also have my apprentice wand of electric jolt with over a hundred charges on it. I moved and hit it with jolts till it died.
Finding the exit we went to Selune's temple at the docks. Rika and Eric were cured and all went well. Coming back to the commons the Rough looking woman met us and paid us a handsome fee. Eric acted like a puppy dog in front of her as I have seen other men do with dominant women. and they left.
On that note I question myself. I am afforable. I give people the benefit of the doubt until they ruin my trust. I have seen many relationships where there is a dominant male or female towering over their man or woman who agree to their every whim. I think this is wrong. A partnership should be of equality. Each playing their part for the greater good of the family and yet most I have met have wanted to completely dominate and enslave me in some way. Whether physically or mentally.
Must I become the cold hearted bitch everyone thinks of when they see me in my necromantic robes to fend off the advances of these dominant males? I don't believe that is the right answer either. I guess it doesn't really matter. No one wants a woman that can pull the strings of their soul by magic. I knew studying necromancy whether black or white would lead me on a lonely path. I think I must learn to accept that. In this way I may yet be warm and inviting to the people without suffering the disappointments of relationships. It may be what I have to do but It doesn't help the fact that I am still lonely, sometimes afraid, and sometimes the weight of my mistakes crush me into deep depression.
Almost haphazardly she cups her hand trapping it while not paying much attention. Closing her fingers she picks it up gently and examines the large beetle. It's a scarab! She suddenly stands and looks around the bookcases. There is no one there.
She looks at the beetle, "Your not suppose to be here little fellow. Someone must be playing a trick on me...…..or? Or one of the new Mulhorandi immigrants are trying to get my attention. I don't want to think about any alternative for I worship Sehanine Moonbow not Osiris."
She looks around again seeing no one in the library or the hall. She gets her herbal kit out and puts the beetle in an empty jar then pokes holes in the lid, "I'll find a graveyard for you little one. There's one close by. You'll feel at home there."
She goes back to her work. After a while she pulls out some water and rests. Opening her journal she writes.
There was an incident that called me to duty about a week ago. I do not think that it warrants a report to the Ceruleans however I wanted to put it into my journal for prosperity.
A rough...….very rough looking woman in heavy, green armor stopped by the commons asking about a man by the name of Eric. Her speech left little to be desired and although she did not speak common well the words she used were...….Lets just say the color of her words matched her rugged appearance. She informed us that she had lost her man. She told us rather roughly to go find him, and that she would be staying at the inn until he shows his...……..Face.
Shortly after she left a bard showed up from the college and complained that a man, Matching this Eric's description had passed to the private parts of the theater. I changed into my Cerulean uniform and went to investigate with Rika: A tall and rugged Uthgardt woman from the spine of the world.
The bard found us in the theater and opened the back rooms for us. He told us to get the man out whatever it takes and that he was last seen in room B4. I calmed him down and said we would while Rika marched in to look for the right room. I quickly followed.
We found the room and opened the door to be face to face with three female vampires! Two were attending to this Eric in their own way. Rika immediately attacked them in a frenzy while I stood behind the door throwing what spells I may.
We killed two of them. The other pulled Eric's body down a large hole in the floor dug up from the sewers. Rika took great pleasure in cutting off the heads of the vampires while I investigated the hole.
I told her we should have some help. Rika debated me about it for a minute then just jumped down into the hole. Here I became indecisive for a moment. I went to get more help when I slipped and caught myself at the edge of the hole with my hands. Dangling between room and sewer I tried to lift myself up but could not as heavy as I am now. I fell the last few feet into the sewer thankfully not hurting myself.
From there we followed the vampires killing them as we went. I happened to have some copper arrows that collected static and could not only pierce my enemies but also shock them with electricity. I used them and my few offensive spells killing vampires until we found Eric again. Rika took great care to chop of their heads and put them in a large sack. Meanwhile in the fighting She was also bitten.
I knew I had to get them back up to the surface but had never been in the sewers before. We wandered finding more vampires and something new! Cultist from the Black hand. Together Rika and I fought them. I used the remainder of my spells and resorted to my wands. We slew them all.
Free of the cultists and vampires we were almost at one of the exits when crystal oozes attacked us. I tried fire then acid and nothing worked. I had one charge left in my lightning rod. Giving it a go the ooze was repelled by it then came at me faster than I ever thought a jelly like substance could move. I happened to also have my apprentice wand of electric jolt with over a hundred charges on it. I moved and hit it with jolts till it died.
Finding the exit we went to Selune's temple at the docks. Rika and Eric were cured and all went well. Coming back to the commons the Rough looking woman met us and paid us a handsome fee. Eric acted like a puppy dog in front of her as I have seen other men do with dominant women. and they left.
On that note I question myself. I am afforable. I give people the benefit of the doubt until they ruin my trust. I have seen many relationships where there is a dominant male or female towering over their man or woman who agree to their every whim. I think this is wrong. A partnership should be of equality. Each playing their part for the greater good of the family and yet most I have met have wanted to completely dominate and enslave me in some way. Whether physically or mentally.
Must I become the cold hearted bitch everyone thinks of when they see me in my necromantic robes to fend off the advances of these dominant males? I don't believe that is the right answer either. I guess it doesn't really matter. No one wants a woman that can pull the strings of their soul by magic. I knew studying necromancy whether black or white would lead me on a lonely path. I think I must learn to accept that. In this way I may yet be warm and inviting to the people without suffering the disappointments of relationships. It may be what I have to do but It doesn't help the fact that I am still lonely, sometimes afraid, and sometimes the weight of my mistakes crush me into deep depression.
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Re: Lauriella Sithmore
Lauriella finishes praying and singing to the moon shortly after midnight along the outside of the west wall. When she is finished she lays upon the dais looking up at Selune in all her glory. Tis a full moon: A high holy night of summer. She day dreams in meditation of the good things she has done for the city. From helping her friends by using abjurations on them as they fight the battles to keep the humanoids at bay, To the book of summoning circles she created for the mages of the city.
When She is finished she seeks out two stars she knows and brings out her sextet. Carefully measuring their angles to make sure its properly calibrated. She places the device in its wooden box and looks to the walls. The walk back to the library seems to get longer every day. She sighs looking and feeling around from something to focus on. Just then a cool wind comes down from the north bringing a sense of comfort on this hot and humid late spring night. She smiles thanking whoever sent her the boon.
She leans heavily now upon her staff. Her eyes dark with worry, fear and days spent researching in a sunless library. When she gets there she opens another blank scroll and begins to write.
General report to the Cerulean Elders.
I am no longer fit for field duties. I can hardly stand, sit or even lay down for any length of time. I am 19 months into a 24 month pregnancy and have a hard time just going to the west gate to worship my mistress. I will still endeavor to sit in the commons when the occasion warrants, listening for anything related to magic that I may be able to report. I will also do as I can on occasion to help adventurers and other Ceruleans with my abjuration magics. Though my limited spell repertoire will have little use to one of my own who may readily cast the same spells as I.
My last field report (unless I get sucked into some incident of not my intention) is about the maze Lacaine has beneath his lair.
I came out of the library one misty morn to find the sundial gone replaced by a portal. Lady Varya was there, along with a Thavian monk I know as Nadia(Not the Cerulean). Along with a young woman I have never met and a few others.
As adventurers would they all jumped into the portal and asked me to come. What could I do but join them. We found ourselves in a grand maze with many portals teleporting us across the maze structure to further disorient us. When we first entered we were set upon by both undead and created abominations. I threw my most powerful spell that drains enemy souls within a wide area, undead or not. My friends where very close when I threw it. The spell is called Evil Blight. It effected the enemy without hurting my friends. I was pleased that no one got hurt but our foes. The armor made short work of them.
From there we wandered along the maze fighting undead, assassins and at times demonflesh golems. The inventors machines came into play as Lacaine set toxic gas to the maze. All of us at one time or another fell to our knees gasping and chocking on the fumes. Yet we carried on.
We made great progress to which Lacaine had to act for his minions were dying all around us by both sword and spell. The place shook from time to time as he tried to manipulate the magics of the mage. After we dealt him a serious blow he had enough of us and created two portals. He voice carried through the maze saying ignorance or Knowledge as we studied the portals. I had no spells to detect which portal would be which. Divination is one of my weaker schools and I have little in the way of spells to scry such things.
One of our more individual comrades took it upon themselves to jump into one of the two random portals. We followed and found ourselves back in the commons. The portal dissipating as the last member appeared. That is when someone told me the inventor was dead. I was joyful in the information. Still his machines obviously still exist. Should we go after the lord of manor or Lacaine remember that they have most likely stockpiled many of these devices.
After all was over I weary started to walk to the library. Keeping up with others is becoming a chore in itself. Lady Varya thanked me for coming. It is uncharacteristic of her to do this. I smiled weakly and said you are welcome Lady Varya. Then left for more deep studies into my stronger schools.
I will be at this for at least another month and cannot break from this important research. I hope that you may defeat Lacaine and The Lord of the Manor before I stick my head out from my books. Lady Moonbow and Lady Mystra watch over you all while I study.
Lauriella
She waits for the ink to dry and rolls up the scroll. Placing it a tube with her seal upon it she gives it to the defenders' CQ on duty. She struggles up the stairs and lays down by the chair she uses falling into an uncommon elven sleep.
When She is finished she seeks out two stars she knows and brings out her sextet. Carefully measuring their angles to make sure its properly calibrated. She places the device in its wooden box and looks to the walls. The walk back to the library seems to get longer every day. She sighs looking and feeling around from something to focus on. Just then a cool wind comes down from the north bringing a sense of comfort on this hot and humid late spring night. She smiles thanking whoever sent her the boon.
She leans heavily now upon her staff. Her eyes dark with worry, fear and days spent researching in a sunless library. When she gets there she opens another blank scroll and begins to write.
General report to the Cerulean Elders.
I am no longer fit for field duties. I can hardly stand, sit or even lay down for any length of time. I am 19 months into a 24 month pregnancy and have a hard time just going to the west gate to worship my mistress. I will still endeavor to sit in the commons when the occasion warrants, listening for anything related to magic that I may be able to report. I will also do as I can on occasion to help adventurers and other Ceruleans with my abjuration magics. Though my limited spell repertoire will have little use to one of my own who may readily cast the same spells as I.
My last field report (unless I get sucked into some incident of not my intention) is about the maze Lacaine has beneath his lair.
I came out of the library one misty morn to find the sundial gone replaced by a portal. Lady Varya was there, along with a Thavian monk I know as Nadia(Not the Cerulean). Along with a young woman I have never met and a few others.
As adventurers would they all jumped into the portal and asked me to come. What could I do but join them. We found ourselves in a grand maze with many portals teleporting us across the maze structure to further disorient us. When we first entered we were set upon by both undead and created abominations. I threw my most powerful spell that drains enemy souls within a wide area, undead or not. My friends where very close when I threw it. The spell is called Evil Blight. It effected the enemy without hurting my friends. I was pleased that no one got hurt but our foes. The armor made short work of them.
From there we wandered along the maze fighting undead, assassins and at times demonflesh golems. The inventors machines came into play as Lacaine set toxic gas to the maze. All of us at one time or another fell to our knees gasping and chocking on the fumes. Yet we carried on.
We made great progress to which Lacaine had to act for his minions were dying all around us by both sword and spell. The place shook from time to time as he tried to manipulate the magics of the mage. After we dealt him a serious blow he had enough of us and created two portals. He voice carried through the maze saying ignorance or Knowledge as we studied the portals. I had no spells to detect which portal would be which. Divination is one of my weaker schools and I have little in the way of spells to scry such things.
One of our more individual comrades took it upon themselves to jump into one of the two random portals. We followed and found ourselves back in the commons. The portal dissipating as the last member appeared. That is when someone told me the inventor was dead. I was joyful in the information. Still his machines obviously still exist. Should we go after the lord of manor or Lacaine remember that they have most likely stockpiled many of these devices.
After all was over I weary started to walk to the library. Keeping up with others is becoming a chore in itself. Lady Varya thanked me for coming. It is uncharacteristic of her to do this. I smiled weakly and said you are welcome Lady Varya. Then left for more deep studies into my stronger schools.
I will be at this for at least another month and cannot break from this important research. I hope that you may defeat Lacaine and The Lord of the Manor before I stick my head out from my books. Lady Moonbow and Lady Mystra watch over you all while I study.
Lauriella
She waits for the ink to dry and rolls up the scroll. Placing it a tube with her seal upon it she gives it to the defenders' CQ on duty. She struggles up the stairs and lays down by the chair she uses falling into an uncommon elven sleep.
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Re: Lauriella Sithmore
Lauriella sits stone-faced on a chair charred by fire, before a desk also singed by flame within the library that just a few days ago fire elementals destroyed. She has cleaned and catalogued all the books, floors, drapes and shelves she can possibly do. Stacking the books neatly for those that work here can figure out what book the illusionist she thought had disappeared stole. Her guild seal is also missing either burnt to cinders or stolen by the same mage that copied her form and destroyed the library in front of her because she dispelled his or her other illusions in the commons.
She had cried for hours until the tears could no longer form. Now she feels empty. Trying to wrap her head around all that has occurred. She had tried her best to stay out of the daily frays of the city only to be pushed front and center. She can hardly walk now and goes barefoot, her feet too big for her boots swollen from activity.
She writes her reports almost calmly but underneath a storm of depression and misgivings are crescendoing to weigh down her heart. She closes her eyes and breaths calming herself, "I will get though these loses and set backs." She exclaims while remembering the only good thing she has done over the past few days. Helping an escaped concubine by the name of Natha to know what freedom means.
She begins to write her first report.
To the Cerulean leadership
It started in the commons as I was speaking to Gnarl and Viktoria. Another Gnarl a copy appeared and entreated us. We asked the copy many questions trying to figure out what was going on. As we were engaging this illusion a copy of Viktoria appeared. Again we questioned the illusions to no avail.
A darkness spell was casts from some unknown person in some unknown direction. there was a shuffling, and pushing of bodies while we where entrenched in the darkness. When the spell dissipated no one could tell who was the right Gnarl or Viktoria. Worried that these copies would spark trouble I used my wand of dispelling. The illusions were dispelled.
A few minutes later a copy of myself appeared, She made a proclamation cast improved invisibility upon herself and left. there was a rumbling and explosion that came from city hall. A commoner ran up to use and said the library was on fire.
All of us rushed to it. There in the middle of a burning library was the copy of me holding a book. She cast the same spells I regularly use. She said while holding up the book, "I found what I was looking for. Here are some friends to entertain you." Two elder fire elementals appeared causing more fire spreading it. We fought them along with others rushing to the scene. Viktoria went down. I tried to pull her out of the flames but what could I do being so pregnant and her in full plate armor. We did manage to revive her.
When all was done we spoke to Herald Fisher about the missing book, Since then I have gone back every day to try best that I can to clean the damage and stacking books for the workers to categorize so that we may have an inventory of all missing or books burnt to unrecognizability.
My guild seal with my wizard mark is either stolen by the figure or burnt to cinders. I will place my mark upon each report now to show that it is me with no wax seal.
I have seen this form of work before by a mysterious illusionist I was investigating for Baroness Tiller before becoming a Cerulean. I thought him gone for near a year but this smells of his work and his dedication to chaos itself. I may be wrong but would put odds on it at the gambling hall.
Lauriella
wizard mark
Lauriella rolls the scroll up and places it to the side. Bringing out another scroll she begins the next letter.
To the Cerulean leadership
A woman has immigrated to Peltarch from the east. I learned that she comes from a place in Shou a province called Wak'an. I do not know the east but the someone in the leadership should know.
This woman is the escaped concubine of a shogun. The shogun did something to her when she was but a child along with what she calls her sisters. He magically altered her voice so that she can only speak at not much more than a whisper. She is also extremely submissive and frightened.
I took her under my wing so to speak. got her new clothing and spoke with her at length about her condition. She also spoke with Verika. The young woman's name is Natha. She did not know if she was surgically or magically altered. When Verika showed up at the commons the three of us spoke of her condition. I and Natha were invited to help Verika research the problem. We went to a laboratory where Verika and I examined her in detail.
She has no surgical alteration. Her voice is being altered magically. What magic neither I or Verika could discern for it was alien to both of us or at least to me. I always question Verika's veracity to some extent. I also patiently worked on Natha's self-esteem. Over the days she is improving well in this regard. Verika thinks she has a solution that by weakening the bonds of magic surrounding Natha she may cure her with a potion.
the magic is not coming from Natha herself but from objects unseen or unknown. that much I know from the detects both Verika and I used. please advise and if you see Natha please have a kind word for her. She is lost in a foreign land and needs reassurance of safety. I will do my best to help her. Please advise on the magic or what I may do to help her get her voice back or if the leadership should be involved.
Lauriella
wizard mark
Lauriella takes a deep breath. before writing the last letter. Her hand shakes. She has to calm herself before penning the next letter.
To the Cerulean leadership.
I sat in this library a week ago with high hopes. I seemed to do everything right. Today I sit in this burnt out library only remembering my failures. If I had not dispelled the illusions this library would be whole. if I had not done what I did at the west gate. Misinterpreting intentions I would not be writing this letter. Duty calls and I must write of this occurrence.
Natha and I were at the west gate when a pixie appeared. It wanted us to get the bleached bones of the dead and make a sacrifice to open a portal. It sounded completely evil to me. We spoke with it at some length trying to find out where the portal would lead, why it wanted to open a portal. It would not answer our questions or answered as if sacrificing a living being was normal for adventurers to do. We refused to acquis to its demands.
It disappeared for a time but came back dropping a skeleton on the dais I normally worship upon. again we entreated it and plead for it not to do the ritual to open the portal. We also found a mysterious letter on the ground it read.
Elf of darkly white
And human in silence
Heavy does your heart weigh
of sins of the past
The winds howl cold, will
You stand steadfast? Search
where the dead roam, Find
Rest for your soul, somewhere to call home
We tried to convince the pixie not to go through with the ceremony. It disappeared again coming back a short while later with a cow to sacrifice.
I use necromantic magics. I fend off the corruption of my soul with a firm faith in the goddess. I have to watch every spell I use to make sure in my heart I am doing the good and proper thing. I could not let the pixie sacrifice the cow. As the pixie attack the it I used negative energy ray to kill it since we could not dissuade it from its path. The pixies body fell upon the bones. The portal opened and arm skeletons poured out of the portal. I used my spells but quickly realized we would be overwhelmed.
I rushed to the commons and called to arms everyone there. we rushed back to find the guard fighting several dozen skeletons, ghouls and other lower undead. I threw undeath to death to clear the immediate area. Then threw a scintillating sphere near the portal where a mass of skeletons where gathered. It destroyed the portal. There were still plenty of undead. We fought them until all were down.
The situation was explained and everyone left including Natha on my suggestion that there was a room at the inn for her. She looked very tired. I stayed through the night and into the morning to clean up the mess. That is when a strange woman came to me.
She was dressed in white armor with a skull helm on. She was looking for her familiar. I explained what the pixie was doing and that I felt forced to kill it. She asked who I was and what authorization I had to use magic as such. I told her I was a magic defender of the city.
She asked if I was a cerulean and why I wore no blue if I was. That surprised me. I showed her my badge.
She said her name was Chaevre' Vaelen and that centuries ago she herself was a cerulean. She then admonished me hard. She spoke of stranded adventurers on a pocket plane. I am sorry. I do not know this woman or if this is all true. I knew in my heart that stopping the ritual was the right thing to do. I still feel, I don't know what I feel at this time. My heart is torn.
She did something with either the ether or astral. I don't know but her familiar reformed and she left.
Lauriella
Wizard mark
Lauriella sets down her quill and stares at the letter wondering if she really did the right or wrong thing. She finally states under her breath, "Let lady Moonbow be the judge when I meet my end. it is all I may do now."
She rolls up the scrolls and ties them with bows bringing them down to the CQ at headquarters. When she returns she sits back down in the chair and goes into a deep trance.
She had cried for hours until the tears could no longer form. Now she feels empty. Trying to wrap her head around all that has occurred. She had tried her best to stay out of the daily frays of the city only to be pushed front and center. She can hardly walk now and goes barefoot, her feet too big for her boots swollen from activity.
She writes her reports almost calmly but underneath a storm of depression and misgivings are crescendoing to weigh down her heart. She closes her eyes and breaths calming herself, "I will get though these loses and set backs." She exclaims while remembering the only good thing she has done over the past few days. Helping an escaped concubine by the name of Natha to know what freedom means.
She begins to write her first report.
To the Cerulean leadership
It started in the commons as I was speaking to Gnarl and Viktoria. Another Gnarl a copy appeared and entreated us. We asked the copy many questions trying to figure out what was going on. As we were engaging this illusion a copy of Viktoria appeared. Again we questioned the illusions to no avail.
A darkness spell was casts from some unknown person in some unknown direction. there was a shuffling, and pushing of bodies while we where entrenched in the darkness. When the spell dissipated no one could tell who was the right Gnarl or Viktoria. Worried that these copies would spark trouble I used my wand of dispelling. The illusions were dispelled.
A few minutes later a copy of myself appeared, She made a proclamation cast improved invisibility upon herself and left. there was a rumbling and explosion that came from city hall. A commoner ran up to use and said the library was on fire.
All of us rushed to it. There in the middle of a burning library was the copy of me holding a book. She cast the same spells I regularly use. She said while holding up the book, "I found what I was looking for. Here are some friends to entertain you." Two elder fire elementals appeared causing more fire spreading it. We fought them along with others rushing to the scene. Viktoria went down. I tried to pull her out of the flames but what could I do being so pregnant and her in full plate armor. We did manage to revive her.
When all was done we spoke to Herald Fisher about the missing book, Since then I have gone back every day to try best that I can to clean the damage and stacking books for the workers to categorize so that we may have an inventory of all missing or books burnt to unrecognizability.
My guild seal with my wizard mark is either stolen by the figure or burnt to cinders. I will place my mark upon each report now to show that it is me with no wax seal.
I have seen this form of work before by a mysterious illusionist I was investigating for Baroness Tiller before becoming a Cerulean. I thought him gone for near a year but this smells of his work and his dedication to chaos itself. I may be wrong but would put odds on it at the gambling hall.
Lauriella
wizard mark
Lauriella rolls the scroll up and places it to the side. Bringing out another scroll she begins the next letter.
To the Cerulean leadership
A woman has immigrated to Peltarch from the east. I learned that she comes from a place in Shou a province called Wak'an. I do not know the east but the someone in the leadership should know.
This woman is the escaped concubine of a shogun. The shogun did something to her when she was but a child along with what she calls her sisters. He magically altered her voice so that she can only speak at not much more than a whisper. She is also extremely submissive and frightened.
I took her under my wing so to speak. got her new clothing and spoke with her at length about her condition. She also spoke with Verika. The young woman's name is Natha. She did not know if she was surgically or magically altered. When Verika showed up at the commons the three of us spoke of her condition. I and Natha were invited to help Verika research the problem. We went to a laboratory where Verika and I examined her in detail.
She has no surgical alteration. Her voice is being altered magically. What magic neither I or Verika could discern for it was alien to both of us or at least to me. I always question Verika's veracity to some extent. I also patiently worked on Natha's self-esteem. Over the days she is improving well in this regard. Verika thinks she has a solution that by weakening the bonds of magic surrounding Natha she may cure her with a potion.
the magic is not coming from Natha herself but from objects unseen or unknown. that much I know from the detects both Verika and I used. please advise and if you see Natha please have a kind word for her. She is lost in a foreign land and needs reassurance of safety. I will do my best to help her. Please advise on the magic or what I may do to help her get her voice back or if the leadership should be involved.
Lauriella
wizard mark
Lauriella takes a deep breath. before writing the last letter. Her hand shakes. She has to calm herself before penning the next letter.
To the Cerulean leadership.
I sat in this library a week ago with high hopes. I seemed to do everything right. Today I sit in this burnt out library only remembering my failures. If I had not dispelled the illusions this library would be whole. if I had not done what I did at the west gate. Misinterpreting intentions I would not be writing this letter. Duty calls and I must write of this occurrence.
Natha and I were at the west gate when a pixie appeared. It wanted us to get the bleached bones of the dead and make a sacrifice to open a portal. It sounded completely evil to me. We spoke with it at some length trying to find out where the portal would lead, why it wanted to open a portal. It would not answer our questions or answered as if sacrificing a living being was normal for adventurers to do. We refused to acquis to its demands.
It disappeared for a time but came back dropping a skeleton on the dais I normally worship upon. again we entreated it and plead for it not to do the ritual to open the portal. We also found a mysterious letter on the ground it read.
Elf of darkly white
And human in silence
Heavy does your heart weigh
of sins of the past
The winds howl cold, will
You stand steadfast? Search
where the dead roam, Find
Rest for your soul, somewhere to call home
We tried to convince the pixie not to go through with the ceremony. It disappeared again coming back a short while later with a cow to sacrifice.
I use necromantic magics. I fend off the corruption of my soul with a firm faith in the goddess. I have to watch every spell I use to make sure in my heart I am doing the good and proper thing. I could not let the pixie sacrifice the cow. As the pixie attack the it I used negative energy ray to kill it since we could not dissuade it from its path. The pixies body fell upon the bones. The portal opened and arm skeletons poured out of the portal. I used my spells but quickly realized we would be overwhelmed.
I rushed to the commons and called to arms everyone there. we rushed back to find the guard fighting several dozen skeletons, ghouls and other lower undead. I threw undeath to death to clear the immediate area. Then threw a scintillating sphere near the portal where a mass of skeletons where gathered. It destroyed the portal. There were still plenty of undead. We fought them until all were down.
The situation was explained and everyone left including Natha on my suggestion that there was a room at the inn for her. She looked very tired. I stayed through the night and into the morning to clean up the mess. That is when a strange woman came to me.
She was dressed in white armor with a skull helm on. She was looking for her familiar. I explained what the pixie was doing and that I felt forced to kill it. She asked who I was and what authorization I had to use magic as such. I told her I was a magic defender of the city.
She asked if I was a cerulean and why I wore no blue if I was. That surprised me. I showed her my badge.
She said her name was Chaevre' Vaelen and that centuries ago she herself was a cerulean. She then admonished me hard. She spoke of stranded adventurers on a pocket plane. I am sorry. I do not know this woman or if this is all true. I knew in my heart that stopping the ritual was the right thing to do. I still feel, I don't know what I feel at this time. My heart is torn.
She did something with either the ether or astral. I don't know but her familiar reformed and she left.
Lauriella
Wizard mark
Lauriella sets down her quill and stares at the letter wondering if she really did the right or wrong thing. She finally states under her breath, "Let lady Moonbow be the judge when I meet my end. it is all I may do now."
She rolls up the scrolls and ties them with bows bringing them down to the CQ at headquarters. When she returns she sits back down in the chair and goes into a deep trance.
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For several weeks Lauriella disappears then She is seen at the docks no longer pregnant and rumor has it bags and baby in her arm at the docks boarding a small merchant ship named the Scandal.
A month later there is a post at the docks.
A storm on the inner sea brought several merchant ships together lead by the scandal. The ship was lit like a torch with magical lights turned herself to the wind leading the others almost through it. She went down near the end. overwhelmed by high waves. The navigator and captain were last seen lashed to the deck maintaining the wheel while crew abandoned the ship on the tender. to be saved by the other, larger merchant ships.
lost at sea
Captain Johnathon 'Whiskers' Tagart
Navigator Lauriella Sithmore.
A month later there is a post at the docks.
A storm on the inner sea brought several merchant ships together lead by the scandal. The ship was lit like a torch with magical lights turned herself to the wind leading the others almost through it. She went down near the end. overwhelmed by high waves. The navigator and captain were last seen lashed to the deck maintaining the wheel while crew abandoned the ship on the tender. to be saved by the other, larger merchant ships.
lost at sea
Captain Johnathon 'Whiskers' Tagart
Navigator Lauriella Sithmore.