The Toothless Minotaur

A Long Hunt

Dear Log. You probably thought you were getting the exciting story of how we overcome diversity (and a lich) and got our treasure.

Alas, that will have to wait until next time. Instead you will get a story of guts and wraiths, lycantropic cultists and those damnable psionics.

It started at a party hosted by my lovely Miss Zatchkoff. I met a charming old acquaintance of mine, the archmage Gullbart, with whom I have lost many a gold piece to the dice. I also managed to convince Ka’Fain to use his oracular powers to find out why people die when around Lady Tolstoff, whom I have long suspected of being “in the know” regarding her brother’s heinous deeds.

While Ka’Fain easily got access to the lady’s bedchambers in order to oracularize her dreams, Gullbart and I travelled to Muddpuddle to reopen my investigation.

While we discovered little of my old target, the mysterious Varg and his gnome pal, we found the path to the crime scene where we assumed the old people of Mudpuddle had been sacrificed to dark and horrid being. (Note to self: must by flying chair).

We found an ancient altar, several bags and bits of human remains, and some powerful wraiths which we halfway dispatched.

Meanwhile, Ka’Fain discovered a psionic conspiracy, as they were obviously involved in the lay Tolstuff’s nighttime troubles, as well as numerous other crimes I suspect.

However, after lots of running, flying, teleportation, searching and divination, we left the psionics for now, (I am sure they’ll be back soon enough) and followed Varg, who now seemed increasingly to be acting on an agenda unrelated to Lady Tolstoff, to the Dalelands. We found his tracks in Misteldale and caught up with him, but woe! The Deception! ’Twas only a clone of foul worms and twigs. With a little backtracking and a lot of cunning, we tracked him down to a small farmstead and managed to capture him, and save a number of thankful formers in the process. Now he is rotting in prison, and we are plotting our next move.

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Downtime

It has been three months since that encounter in the desert were we, by a great cost, managed to thwart the plans of the mighty archmage Hadrune of the City of Shade.

After training, shopping, fighting and other necessary stuff, our heroes gathered to plan for the future. As was common, they jumped at the first opportunity for treasure and reward, and headed out to fin the sunken library of Deneir.

When our heroes found an old, bony man sitting at the desk, Edgar quickly identified him as a lich, and probably the owner of the library. Cool stuff. He got up and tried to kill us to death when we started fondling his jewels. Go figure. He is currently “trapped” outside the treasure room. Wish us luck.

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Solo Investigation

I was investigating into the Tolstoff affair. This lead me to problems in the town of Mudtown. Here I found out that VARG have been killing people in order to summon monsters from the Underdark. In the end I saved most of the town….. almost. I will get revenge!

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A Hard Won Victory

Oh Edgar. Now deceased. May he rest in peace with the others.

Hearken men, and listen to the tale of how he fell:

After wandering the desert looking for a solution to the dead magic zone situation, our heroes found a tower by an oasis. All foes inside were slaughtered, as was right, and our heroes want on to climb the mountain central to the desert. When they reached the top plateau, they saw a floating city on the horizon. They found the grove of light, where the magic of the free world was saved; but our heroes were slain by forces of shadows and evil absolute. The gravious Mystra brought our heroes back to live, and granted them an item of old.

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In the Shadows

Oh Edgar. Now deceased. May he rest in peace with the others.

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"I have a feeling I forgot something"

With Arabel still smoking, our heroes seek the aid of gods to fight Shar’s disciples. The gods didn’t seem to keen on helping, but were nice enough to play trumpets for us. Magic showed us the way towards our goal and we headed for the barren wasteland of Anauroch. Then we went back because we forgot horses and water and food and hats and camels and probably other stuff. We went back, got horses and water and food and stuff, turned around and headed to the desert again. A few days in, we met some nice nomaads and spent the day with them. The next day we were ambushed by citizens of the City of Shade. Wi kikt der asses and took their sky steeds. We took one of them prisoner, the poor guy. But hey – he got free acupuncture and was set free.

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Fire in Paradise

Nyx:
Whoohoo, whoohoo, hohohohoooooiuuu….
KF made portal (Gate) – great idea.. then jumped through and is keeping it open…
Then demon-thingy jmped after. Awesomness, now we have super-monster in “Le City” and portal is closed. The rest of the party is now stuck here with demontyingy #2. I am paralyzed and Edgar jumped DAZED through portal before it closed.

Edgar:
The Pit Fiend spread havoc in Arabel until it took and arrow to the knee throat. We saved the city from the devil that entered through KF’s Gate. I have found our next target. The House of the Triad. Resupply time.

The Pit Fiend:
First Target: Quickened Fireball against Lomdath, the finest tailor in town. Not any more.
Meteor Strike toward a random cluster.
Second Target: Quickened Fireball against another small cluster of buildings. Mwuahahahaha! Burn puny humans!
More fireballs!
Finally someone targets me. Arrg! Auch! The pains! My precious blood is being lost. Damned humans!
I’ll be back!

Random Eyewitness
It was a beautiful day in Arabel, the sun was high in the sky and turned the white snow into small rivers of cold water that ran down the rooftiles a victim of gravity. On it’s way down to the ground it caught the light and, just for a split second, shone line a diamond in the air. It was a beautiful sight, Landas thought. He was on his way to work. Just minutes ago he had kissed his wife goodbye and promised to pick up their two children at Lomdath’s Tailor shop. Their children were both half-elves and loved to play with the tailor’s dog. A decade years ago, Landas had met their mother in the forest of Cormanthor, he had instantaneously falled in low with the human “damsel in distress” and thankfully the feelding was mutual.

Now they lived a peaceful live in Arabel and he had just gotten a new job at the local bakery. It was a nice neighborhood, while following the smell of freshly baked bread he greeted old Lady Tatcher, the midwife that had helped his wife during labour. He stopped when he saw the friendly dwarf-merchant Master Piddock turning around a corner. The old dwarf always made his day lighter.

“Greetings, my good dwarf”, he called when he got closer.
“Greetings to you as well my friend the elf”, the dwarf said back “it is SUCH a great day, isn’t…” The dwarf’s words seemed to be stuck in his throat.
“Is everything well?” Landas asked concerned. He followed the dwarf’s gaze towards the sky and saw what had caused the dwarf to become starstruck. High over the city there was a shining oval disk, no… a portal. Landas had been around wizards enough to recognize one. But there was not just a portal, just in front of it he could see a person he could recognize anywhere… it was the Holy Man and High Priest and Baron Extraordinary Ka’Fan, illuminated in that radiant light that he was known for. Landas couldn’t suppress a grin, surely the High Priest would grant the city with some kind of wondrous display to celebrate spring.

Landas was just about to say something to his friend when his eyes caught the sight of something else in the portal… or no, it was something, something big, and it was coming through the portal. At first Landas thought it was an angel, but this was no holy creature. The shape that came through the portal was a creature with blood-red skin stretched tight over bulging muscles. A pair of equally red wings that dripped smoke kept the creature aloft and it’s hideous face contained a grinning jaw with fangs that surely must have been the size of daggers. A devil, a pit fiend. Landas saw that his friend’s face had gone ashen. Why had Ka’Fan brought such horror into Arabel?! As Landas saw the first barrage of deadly fireballs he started to run, his blood went cold when he realized where those balls of fire would land.

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Fresh beginings

Edgar went through portal. Found weapons and people (Elte, name-less and Nyx).

Followed tunnel to a room with flying stone with a castle and a fortress.

Entered tower, attacked by flies and stony creatures. OK. :)

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Into the Maw

Time to face our greatest fear: The Dead Magic Zone! OMG!

We went to do an archaeological dig, where we stumbeled upon the Terraseer’s old wife. She kindly told us where to find His Royal Highness himself. We hired some psionics after some hard negotiations, and went in search for his tomb. We found him encased in a goopy blue cage guarded by nasties.

We broke him free and he knew WAY TOO MUCH about us. Sneaky shit. He took possession of the “Black Blob” and gave us clues about how to destroy the antimagic stuff. It involved pouring sunsuhine on a tree. The obvious answer.

Funnily enough, this was exactly what they had seen happen in a vision 3-4 sessions ago. But yeah, no need to take notes or anything…. even if the GM goes into a long flavor text.

His Highness then showed us the way to an evil demiplane full of bastards! Huge fight! Edgar took a serious crit to da chest. Edgar took a serious crit to the abdomen! Thordekk died for a few short seconds, but we fixed that. Our enemies were Disintegrated and we were happy for a while.

To be continued….

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Final Fight

Oh the dragon Krikk,
With her, we had a bone to pick.
Our agreement she broke,
it just went up in smoke.

We offered her cows,
She offered us peace.
She said the attacks on our towns would cease.

But the dragons’ heart was full of treason,
She attacked in force for now obvious reason.
With that she gave us a reason to strike,
We mounted her head on a great wooden spike.

The battle was won atop a great spire,
The beast met her end -

Decapitation by fire!!!

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