Post by Dorian on May 25, 2017 23:05:54 GMT
(Pages twelve to sixteen from the red diary. The edges are charred, parts are burnt away completely. It has an alcoholic vinegary odour).
From the hand of Dorian Iori.
Forgive my lack of brevity. This is not a short tale or a particularly warm one.
My third week in Kantas brought a new opportunity of discovery. Two of the locals had been reported missing after exploring a ravine. I decided to stretch my legs.
My group was an eclectic mix. I knew the warlock Nix having worked with him in dealing with a corpse eater who was making the dead rise, and the drug dealing gnome Manaia from hunting considerable treasure. Gunnloda was a pleasant dwarven cleric with excellent healing abilities. Tugurk was a mountain of a man, a barbarian with a curious familiar 'whoosh'. Thankfully our group also had a ranger called Tarin, an excellent tracker and marksman.
We made our way there, killing a few 'smurfs' en route. They seem to be a reoccurring problem.
We tracked the humans to a small camp and thanks to our perceptive ranger, we realised they had been snatched and taken down the ravine.
It was a long way down, though the only dangers were giant spiders and perilous cliff edges.
We travelled inside an old fortress, buried deep down, dealing with various dangers along the way, including several doors (our absolute nemesis). Finally inside a room we found a frightened kobold. He had lost a baby white dragon. Being the sole draconic speaker I managed to get us an audience with the Kobold kingpin who was interested in a deal. Luckily for my companions I was a master negotiator! They would give us a key to a mysterious locked room with 'undead' inside for the return of the white dragon and being led to the goblins. Naturally, I accepted, though my companions were less than enthused.
We journeyed through the maze and my mind wandered to thoughts about the baby white dragon. Doubts began to envelop me. This was not a beast to be let free or given to the kobolds. It would grow, and eat and kill, and grow some more. It had to be destroyed, before it was too late. I had seen the destruction they could inflict. It was in my blood.
I spoke to my companions about my concerns. They seemed indifferent and wanted to press on.
Having killed a few goblins and collected some caltrops with the help of whoosh, the rebellious familiar. Nix and Tugurk went ahead into one of the side rooms. The floor was icy and there were various mounted heads on the walls. A draconic head reared up from behind a table. We had found the baby white dragon. It was immediately aggressive and attacked, covering the two in an icy blast. I entered the room and spoke to the dragon, offering a deal. The deal was to help us kill the goblins, and then it could leave and have its freedom. It hated the kobolds. It froze our unfortunate kobold guide into a block of ice, then accepted my deceptive offer. Little did it know it would never leave this place. I would not let it.
We hunted down the hobgoblin king with the dragon killing several goblins in a circular room, with a pit in the middle. As my colleagues looted the room after our victory, I kept a close eye on our draconic ally. It made a move towards the exit. I looked at it in the eyes. It was daring me to do something. My blood boiled, I tried to repress the anger. The self loathing. I saw the hundreds, thousands of lives a fully grown white dragon would take. It laughing, manically as it dealt icy doom to the local landscape. It had to be done. I could not let it go. I attacked with a chromatic ball of fire.
Blinding lights flashed and I felt an icy grip come over me. Everything went black.
...
My eyes opened slowly. I was upside down and tangled in a web. An elven face was glaring at me. "YOU LIED!" he said menacingly. "We could've died!" I looked at my companions and got no sympathy, apart from Nix the Warlock who had fed me a health potion. I stared down the hole in the middle of the room as I dangled above. I was dropped. I closed my eyes and said the words and I floated down as slowly as a feather. I stopped short of the ground though as our druid (now a spider) had webbed just enough to give me a scare and to teach me a lesson.
I received cold indifference from most of the group as we trudged through the tunnel below. I did not blame them as I had put them in danger, but deep down I did not care. The dragon was dead (thanks to the raging barbarian who had apparently smashed its head in) and a potential danger of the future removed.
I stayed silent.
We found our way to a grove with a Druid flanked by two humans, both tree-like in appearance. After a tough battle, we prevailed thanks in part to Gunnloda's radiant blasts and Manaia's bear form. However the humans we were sent to save were too far gone. They did not survive. Tarin stabbed a vampiric tree which was infecting the local plant life. That seemed to do some good. I took a swig of some goblin wine.
As we trekked back I still felt the icy chill in my bones. I don't think it will ever leave me. The cold stares and cold shoulders. I need some warmth. Thankfully I know a place.
The Ravine - accompanying soundtrack
[apologies for any gaps in the recount. This is all from memory and two weeks worth of playing
]
From the hand of Dorian Iori.
Forgive my lack of brevity. This is not a short tale or a particularly warm one.
My third week in Kantas brought a new opportunity of discovery. Two of the locals had been reported missing after exploring a ravine. I decided to stretch my legs.
My group was an eclectic mix. I knew the warlock Nix having worked with him in dealing with a corpse eater who was making the dead rise, and the drug dealing gnome Manaia from hunting considerable treasure. Gunnloda was a pleasant dwarven cleric with excellent healing abilities. Tugurk was a mountain of a man, a barbarian with a curious familiar 'whoosh'. Thankfully our group also had a ranger called Tarin, an excellent tracker and marksman.
We made our way there, killing a few 'smurfs' en route. They seem to be a reoccurring problem.
We tracked the humans to a small camp and thanks to our perceptive ranger, we realised they had been snatched and taken down the ravine.
It was a long way down, though the only dangers were giant spiders and perilous cliff edges.
We travelled inside an old fortress, buried deep down, dealing with various dangers along the way, including several doors (our absolute nemesis). Finally inside a room we found a frightened kobold. He had lost a baby white dragon. Being the sole draconic speaker I managed to get us an audience with the Kobold kingpin who was interested in a deal. Luckily for my companions I was a master negotiator! They would give us a key to a mysterious locked room with 'undead' inside for the return of the white dragon and being led to the goblins. Naturally, I accepted, though my companions were less than enthused.
We journeyed through the maze and my mind wandered to thoughts about the baby white dragon. Doubts began to envelop me. This was not a beast to be let free or given to the kobolds. It would grow, and eat and kill, and grow some more. It had to be destroyed, before it was too late. I had seen the destruction they could inflict. It was in my blood.
I spoke to my companions about my concerns. They seemed indifferent and wanted to press on.
Having killed a few goblins and collected some caltrops with the help of whoosh, the rebellious familiar. Nix and Tugurk went ahead into one of the side rooms. The floor was icy and there were various mounted heads on the walls. A draconic head reared up from behind a table. We had found the baby white dragon. It was immediately aggressive and attacked, covering the two in an icy blast. I entered the room and spoke to the dragon, offering a deal. The deal was to help us kill the goblins, and then it could leave and have its freedom. It hated the kobolds. It froze our unfortunate kobold guide into a block of ice, then accepted my deceptive offer. Little did it know it would never leave this place. I would not let it.
We hunted down the hobgoblin king with the dragon killing several goblins in a circular room, with a pit in the middle. As my colleagues looted the room after our victory, I kept a close eye on our draconic ally. It made a move towards the exit. I looked at it in the eyes. It was daring me to do something. My blood boiled, I tried to repress the anger. The self loathing. I saw the hundreds, thousands of lives a fully grown white dragon would take. It laughing, manically as it dealt icy doom to the local landscape. It had to be done. I could not let it go. I attacked with a chromatic ball of fire.
Blinding lights flashed and I felt an icy grip come over me. Everything went black.
...
My eyes opened slowly. I was upside down and tangled in a web. An elven face was glaring at me. "YOU LIED!" he said menacingly. "We could've died!" I looked at my companions and got no sympathy, apart from Nix the Warlock who had fed me a health potion. I stared down the hole in the middle of the room as I dangled above. I was dropped. I closed my eyes and said the words and I floated down as slowly as a feather. I stopped short of the ground though as our druid (now a spider) had webbed just enough to give me a scare and to teach me a lesson.
I received cold indifference from most of the group as we trudged through the tunnel below. I did not blame them as I had put them in danger, but deep down I did not care. The dragon was dead (thanks to the raging barbarian who had apparently smashed its head in) and a potential danger of the future removed.
I stayed silent.
We found our way to a grove with a Druid flanked by two humans, both tree-like in appearance. After a tough battle, we prevailed thanks in part to Gunnloda's radiant blasts and Manaia's bear form. However the humans we were sent to save were too far gone. They did not survive. Tarin stabbed a vampiric tree which was infecting the local plant life. That seemed to do some good. I took a swig of some goblin wine.
As we trekked back I still felt the icy chill in my bones. I don't think it will ever leave me. The cold stares and cold shoulders. I need some warmth. Thankfully I know a place.
The Ravine - accompanying soundtrack
[apologies for any gaps in the recount. This is all from memory and two weeks worth of playing
]
