Kalik Arashi’s Emotional Start
Nov 9, 2017 15:22:48 GMT
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Post by kalik on Nov 9, 2017 15:22:48 GMT
A day which begins with a worried bar keep, a frightened child, two half orcs and a tiefling can only improve… right?
A messenger came to the Ettin with vague and mysterious instructions, Granny needed help and the Ettin was not in a position to refuse. Newly arrived in Daring Heights, the bar keep summoned over myself, the half orcs and demon child mentioned above, as well as a dwarf. With instructions to see what the old witch wanted.
The old witch, as it turned out, had a concern about a cave to the southwest, past the town of hedgehog peoples, it seems an unstable tear between our plane and the faewilds was leaking weird and wild magics into the area, armed with little more than a needle and thread, some salt, and a horseshoe we went to stitch the tear.
Burrowed into the hillside was a tunnel, filled with strange plants and fungi not native to this plane. Carefully we approached and there-within we saw many unusual sights, a bugbear and hobgoblin fighting over a single silver coin, a troll obsessed with pyrite and other bright objects and a goblin finding this so catastrophically funny he had beaten himself bloody. We came upon an especially irate spectre and had to dispatch the essence, my magic being particularly potent against the ethereal threat.
We soon discovered that this tunnel, whilst always descending, and not seemingly carved by intelligent hand consisted of unnervingly straight lines and near perfect angles, forming an ever-constricting spiral as we descended into madness.
Upon reaching the final chamber the tear was plain to see, bright, multicoloured light shone out and with its touch emotions were thrown into sharp relief and became overpowering, one moment a deep and crushing depression drained all energy from you limbs, the next a sheer, soaring joy took all thought from your mind. Through this quagmire of emotive sensation myself the dwarf and a half orc man of the wilds stitched the thread and sealed the tear whilst the tiefling and half orc berserker defended us from the goblins worshiping the light.
With the tear sealed we examined the chamber and discovered a door, with a symbol of a spiral upon it, this was recognised as the symbol of the mad god. Opening the door a crack a most unnatural and overwhelming stench of decay and rot, and in a single simple word, evil, belched forth that we quickly sealed the door shut. It appears a doorway to the mad god’s realm lies at the bottom of this cave and when it came into contact with magical faecraft trinkets it tore reality itself apart. These trinkets we removed. We returned to Granny and the mayor to tell of the deed, and retired now to the Ettin to tell the tale.
A messenger came to the Ettin with vague and mysterious instructions, Granny needed help and the Ettin was not in a position to refuse. Newly arrived in Daring Heights, the bar keep summoned over myself, the half orcs and demon child mentioned above, as well as a dwarf. With instructions to see what the old witch wanted.
The old witch, as it turned out, had a concern about a cave to the southwest, past the town of hedgehog peoples, it seems an unstable tear between our plane and the faewilds was leaking weird and wild magics into the area, armed with little more than a needle and thread, some salt, and a horseshoe we went to stitch the tear.
Burrowed into the hillside was a tunnel, filled with strange plants and fungi not native to this plane. Carefully we approached and there-within we saw many unusual sights, a bugbear and hobgoblin fighting over a single silver coin, a troll obsessed with pyrite and other bright objects and a goblin finding this so catastrophically funny he had beaten himself bloody. We came upon an especially irate spectre and had to dispatch the essence, my magic being particularly potent against the ethereal threat.
We soon discovered that this tunnel, whilst always descending, and not seemingly carved by intelligent hand consisted of unnervingly straight lines and near perfect angles, forming an ever-constricting spiral as we descended into madness.
Upon reaching the final chamber the tear was plain to see, bright, multicoloured light shone out and with its touch emotions were thrown into sharp relief and became overpowering, one moment a deep and crushing depression drained all energy from you limbs, the next a sheer, soaring joy took all thought from your mind. Through this quagmire of emotive sensation myself the dwarf and a half orc man of the wilds stitched the thread and sealed the tear whilst the tiefling and half orc berserker defended us from the goblins worshiping the light.
With the tear sealed we examined the chamber and discovered a door, with a symbol of a spiral upon it, this was recognised as the symbol of the mad god. Opening the door a crack a most unnatural and overwhelming stench of decay and rot, and in a single simple word, evil, belched forth that we quickly sealed the door shut. It appears a doorway to the mad god’s realm lies at the bottom of this cave and when it came into contact with magical faecraft trinkets it tore reality itself apart. These trinkets we removed. We returned to Granny and the mayor to tell of the deed, and retired now to the Ettin to tell the tale.
