Post by Derek Raines on Apr 3, 2009 17:16:46 GMT -5
The next few pieces of parchment are written in a wavering hand. In places, the ink is splotched as though spattered by water.
With some haste, Bozcov the Wizard left. He said little, mentioning something about a council, as he and an unknown Eladrin vanished by some arcane means..
The feast was a wonderful celebration of heroism and decadence. The wine and beer flowed freely from willing pitchers and the food seemed to have no end. There was laughter, and there was song- all beneath a veritable storm of buzzing voices eager to be heard over one another. I did my best to overcome my timid nature and to get to know my new allies. Alastair rumbled questions to me over his meal and I answered this as best I could. He is stern, blunt and dare I say, crass..but I recognize in him an unpolished honor and a desire to restore his people's greatness. Perhaps he will find his own along the way. Over several bitter beers, Garrett boasted to all who could hear him of his deeds. It was then that I took out my lute and began to put his deeds to song- I was so caught up in that moment that I lost all of my shyness and began to enjoy myself. Until the interrogation. Persephonie, the Priestess, cornered me and questioned me must severely. She wanted to know of my past and when I could not answer she grew almost..hostile. Alastair, an unlikely ally, intervened and the two of them began to argue. The feast became awkward..
The next morning we prepared the Dawn Voyager and the new heroes met the crew. Shazanar Rukh quickly put Alastair to work, Garrett joined Tops in the rigging, Persephonie and myself aided Magda in summoning good weather while Trevor spent much of his time attempting to connect with the Captain. As always, Rhogar had little to say. Weeks passed as we approached our destination..
The entrance to the island was as deadly as twisted blades. Indeed, the stony outcroppings threatened to shatter us like the maw of some hungry beast. The forgotten corpses of ships before us reminded all that this would be no easy undertaking. However, the new heroes showed an uncanny knack for learning the ways of the ship and they quickly sprang to action. With long poles, keen eyes and the guidance of Rhogar and Kyeel with made our way through the gauntlet to arrive near the shore.
It was I alone who joined the heroes. The crew of the Dawn Voyager would wait for our signal. It may very well be that Harkon escapes and we would need our vessel to intercept the pirate lord's retreat. The island was lush jungle, hot and humid, and I could not shake the notion that we were constantly being watched. After some time, we came upon five vile creatures! Harpies! Their keen screeches splitting the air around us. They attacked! Many of us made for the cover of the thick tree line as the harpies swooped in around us. I saw deep gouges cut into the beasts, gifts from Alastair and Garrett. Trevor shouted commands from the rear, inspiring all who heard his voice. Persephonie raised her voice to her God, tending to our wounds even as they were being opened. I wanted to help. It was why I came. But...my powers are so very unpredictable..
Extending an arm I made to send a single bolt of energy at the largest of the harpies, baring down on Alastair, when my wild magics betrayed me. A storm of chaotic energy, instead, grew from my summonings. It swirled and roared and grew like a bloated cloud, ever expanding. I saw the harpies caught in it's center...but too my horror, so too were Alastair and Persephonie! Alastair braced himself beneath his shield but Persephonie had no such protection. The Chaos storm faded, as quickly as it had arrived, and when it's afterglow vanished I saw that Persephonie lay motionless in the pulped vegetation! I ran to her, tears steaming from my face, certain I had killed her outright. I reached into the essence of my power and garbed in her the protective energies that shroud me, shielding her from the thunderous cries of the harpies. The heroes, in those moments, fought harder and before long 3 of the beasts were slain..the others fled. Persephonie opened her eyes, but she was glaring. How she must hate me now..
We traveled on until we came upon a temple. Alastair explained that it was of Dragonborn design- that it must be a remnant of his lost empire. We entered the gloom. Shadows crept. Sounds from all around. We stayed close together. Before long we came upon a room of shelves and tables. Ancient text lined the walls and we sought out what might be salvaged. We found several tomes that contained Dragonborn history and a few magical scrolls. Alastair stood taller. There was a pride in his eyes as he collected the artifacts. But in the distance, Garrett heard..something..
We investigated. Perhaps, we were foolish in doing so. For in a distant chamber we came across crypts. Weathered statues of Dragonborn heroes stood vigil over ancient sarcophagi- we were not alone in the room. A vile ghoulish figure, a twisted abomination of an undead Dragonborn, whispered in the darkness for our flesh. The heroes that lay in their resting places stirred and soon the room was filled with undead. We fought in the darkness. We fought against these twisted images of heroes long, forgotten. Leading the undead was a grotesque Dragonborn with three grinning skulls for a face. Lurking in the shadows, the undead did its best to end our lives. We, however, prevailed.
With the undead shattered about the floors, we rested to catch our breaths and shake off the horrors of the battle. Alastair, drawn to one of the sarcophagi, reached inside and pulled out something truly majestic. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A banner, preserved, and shimmering even in the darkness! A relic from Arkoshia! A battle standard of a dragonborn hero! A light in this bleak place!
Inspired,
Vexius
With some haste, Bozcov the Wizard left. He said little, mentioning something about a council, as he and an unknown Eladrin vanished by some arcane means..
The feast was a wonderful celebration of heroism and decadence. The wine and beer flowed freely from willing pitchers and the food seemed to have no end. There was laughter, and there was song- all beneath a veritable storm of buzzing voices eager to be heard over one another. I did my best to overcome my timid nature and to get to know my new allies. Alastair rumbled questions to me over his meal and I answered this as best I could. He is stern, blunt and dare I say, crass..but I recognize in him an unpolished honor and a desire to restore his people's greatness. Perhaps he will find his own along the way. Over several bitter beers, Garrett boasted to all who could hear him of his deeds. It was then that I took out my lute and began to put his deeds to song- I was so caught up in that moment that I lost all of my shyness and began to enjoy myself. Until the interrogation. Persephonie, the Priestess, cornered me and questioned me must severely. She wanted to know of my past and when I could not answer she grew almost..hostile. Alastair, an unlikely ally, intervened and the two of them began to argue. The feast became awkward..
The next morning we prepared the Dawn Voyager and the new heroes met the crew. Shazanar Rukh quickly put Alastair to work, Garrett joined Tops in the rigging, Persephonie and myself aided Magda in summoning good weather while Trevor spent much of his time attempting to connect with the Captain. As always, Rhogar had little to say. Weeks passed as we approached our destination..
The entrance to the island was as deadly as twisted blades. Indeed, the stony outcroppings threatened to shatter us like the maw of some hungry beast. The forgotten corpses of ships before us reminded all that this would be no easy undertaking. However, the new heroes showed an uncanny knack for learning the ways of the ship and they quickly sprang to action. With long poles, keen eyes and the guidance of Rhogar and Kyeel with made our way through the gauntlet to arrive near the shore.
It was I alone who joined the heroes. The crew of the Dawn Voyager would wait for our signal. It may very well be that Harkon escapes and we would need our vessel to intercept the pirate lord's retreat. The island was lush jungle, hot and humid, and I could not shake the notion that we were constantly being watched. After some time, we came upon five vile creatures! Harpies! Their keen screeches splitting the air around us. They attacked! Many of us made for the cover of the thick tree line as the harpies swooped in around us. I saw deep gouges cut into the beasts, gifts from Alastair and Garrett. Trevor shouted commands from the rear, inspiring all who heard his voice. Persephonie raised her voice to her God, tending to our wounds even as they were being opened. I wanted to help. It was why I came. But...my powers are so very unpredictable..
Extending an arm I made to send a single bolt of energy at the largest of the harpies, baring down on Alastair, when my wild magics betrayed me. A storm of chaotic energy, instead, grew from my summonings. It swirled and roared and grew like a bloated cloud, ever expanding. I saw the harpies caught in it's center...but too my horror, so too were Alastair and Persephonie! Alastair braced himself beneath his shield but Persephonie had no such protection. The Chaos storm faded, as quickly as it had arrived, and when it's afterglow vanished I saw that Persephonie lay motionless in the pulped vegetation! I ran to her, tears steaming from my face, certain I had killed her outright. I reached into the essence of my power and garbed in her the protective energies that shroud me, shielding her from the thunderous cries of the harpies. The heroes, in those moments, fought harder and before long 3 of the beasts were slain..the others fled. Persephonie opened her eyes, but she was glaring. How she must hate me now..
We traveled on until we came upon a temple. Alastair explained that it was of Dragonborn design- that it must be a remnant of his lost empire. We entered the gloom. Shadows crept. Sounds from all around. We stayed close together. Before long we came upon a room of shelves and tables. Ancient text lined the walls and we sought out what might be salvaged. We found several tomes that contained Dragonborn history and a few magical scrolls. Alastair stood taller. There was a pride in his eyes as he collected the artifacts. But in the distance, Garrett heard..something..
We investigated. Perhaps, we were foolish in doing so. For in a distant chamber we came across crypts. Weathered statues of Dragonborn heroes stood vigil over ancient sarcophagi- we were not alone in the room. A vile ghoulish figure, a twisted abomination of an undead Dragonborn, whispered in the darkness for our flesh. The heroes that lay in their resting places stirred and soon the room was filled with undead. We fought in the darkness. We fought against these twisted images of heroes long, forgotten. Leading the undead was a grotesque Dragonborn with three grinning skulls for a face. Lurking in the shadows, the undead did its best to end our lives. We, however, prevailed.
With the undead shattered about the floors, we rested to catch our breaths and shake off the horrors of the battle. Alastair, drawn to one of the sarcophagi, reached inside and pulled out something truly majestic. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A banner, preserved, and shimmering even in the darkness! A relic from Arkoshia! A battle standard of a dragonborn hero! A light in this bleak place!
Inspired,
Vexius