For the Glory of the Empire!

Chapter 3 and stuff
and more stuff

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Northern Riches part 2

Yeesh. Finally got the chapter right; the first couple of attempts just didn’t have the right feel to them.

You can find the second part here.

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Northern Riches
Because I couldn't leave well enough alone...

Northern Riches. A story set in Mil’Averon.

Read at your leisure.

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All things

At last
I saw the wrath descend –
I saw the end.
I gazed upon the Earth,
And all the withered world was chaos,
A swirling, putrid chaos,
A putrid, purple chaos,
Just as it had been
Before the world began.

― Norman C. Habel, Unknown Book 1900776

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Several Endings

After defeating the Travellers in the basilica, several of the Broken Talon guild went to greet and warn the incoming occupying force. Count Julius Arethir lead the legion taking control of Milasylla. He agreed that the palace district should be off limits to most people, and assigned a company of Jueryani to assist the guild in sweeping the palace.

The guild made its way to the throne room. There, the Regent was slumped on his throne. He was alive, but unresponsive. There were four scars on his head, and tentacles leading into the base of his skull. A squid-like thing was attached to his back, presumably relaying signals between his brain and spinal chord. Count Arethir was sent for, and he sanctioned the removal of the creature from the Regent’s body. The regent did not survive.

The Temple of Ollatuan was called in to make an accounting of the treasures, both of the city and those stolen from the temples. The Guild was offered a generous bounty for the Regent. The guild teleported to Athela to report to the emperor the victory at Milasylla. They collected the bounty on the dead Traveller, as well as a further award for their actions in the taking of the city. The emperor also offered them a favor.

The guild returned to Oganis Ford to figure out what favor they wanted from the Emperor and what items they wanted from the temple. Mirimmae went to the mages’ tower, determined to remain until she had cleansed herself of wild magic. While they were making lists, Damien received a message. His face lost all its color. He burned the letter, talked briefly to Telios, and teleported away.

A couple of hours later, a messenger came running for Telios. Damien had returned. He was curled upon the ground, twitching and mostly unconscious. He was wrapped in necromantic magic that Telios could not remove. Damien clutched a dagger and Grimskull’s mask.

During the next day or so, they found out what had happened. Damien had received a summons from his father, who had assassinated Duke Duren and trapped his soul in a dagger. Damien went. He was able to kill Grimskull. In the process, however, his sword lost its false personality. Damien was wielding the Sword of Death. Through a combination of willpower and magic, he freed himself from the grasp of the sword. Damien has retired to the mages’ tower to recover.

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Have Fun Storming The Castle!
If only we had a wheelbarrow, that would be something!

The guild departed for the military encampment outside of Milasylla. The ritual was slated to start the next day, and would take nine hours to complete. Jonar and Cedric left to do a little recon, while the rest of the guild sorted out watches.

Jonar and Cedric took a little detour to the estate of House Lyril, where they caught the head of the house with his pants down, literally. They captured him and brought him near to the camp. Jonar was about to kill him when Cedric noticed that he had an amulet around his neck, similar to those that Traveller-controlled Jueyani had been wearing in Moyarit. They summoned the rest of the guild to ask some questions of Kilian Lyril.

The first set of revelations were more on the personal side. Kilian was Cedric’s brother and had framed him for the murder of their father. (Cedric, incidentally, is really named Eron.)

The second set of answers was more disturbing. He had been given the amulet by an adviser to the Regent, as had other people of importance in the court. The Regent had not been seen in some time. While the adviser had a full set of hair, the high priest of the church of Millona was completely hairless, and the acolytes in the church had started shaving their heads in imitation.

Worse, the city had been importing large amounts of various metals and magical supplies for quite some time. Kilian did not know what they were used for, though the guild anticipated an unpleasant surprise when they entered the city. They took Kilian to the camp and left him tied up and secure.

During the night, a commotion erupted by the commander’s tent. Most of the guild rushed over. Duke Duren Kanhilas had been assassinated, and his head was missing. Telios sent a message to Berim in Karad, asking that diamond dust be sent to the camp in the morning. It was. Unfortunately, Telios’s attempt to resurrect the Duke failed. The magic users in the group considered that the Duke’s soul had been trapped somehow and could not be brought back to his body.

Leadership of the army went to the head of one of the Legions. Despite the loss of Duke Duren, the ritual and attack would go as planned. It was not long after the ritual started that cheering could be heard from the city. Jonar and Sak went to see what was happening. The crowds were gathered, but nothing could be seen. Suspecting that whatever it was might be invisible, Jonar used a Qual’s feather token to create a tree in front of the main gate. Something unseen tore it from the ground. Jonar and Sak raced to the front lines to inform the guild and the legions that something big, bad and invisible was headed their way.

It was actually a little worse. It was not just one big creature, but over two dozen animated statues. The guild worked quickly to take them down, but the statues slaughtered about 700 soldiers before they all had been dealt with.

Upon further examination, the guild realized that the golems had been created from the statues in the city—the same statues with the mind-affecting crystals that their ritual was working to subvert. The guild and soldiers worked to free the crystals from the statues. Jonar, using wind walk, crept into the city and replaced the crystals around town.

After the ritual was completed, the Broken Talons entered the city. The ritual had worked—almost everyone was sitting or lying down, unmindful and uncaring of what was going on around them. The group headed for the basilica. Most of the guild ignored the bald-headed priests who didn’t notice their presence. On the second floor, the guild found what they sought. A bald-headed priest and two guards were alert and waiting for them.

Battle was joined. Swords slashed; spells crashed, and in the end, one of the Travellers lay dead and the other two fled.

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Return to Grimskull Island

After surviving the trap that Grimskull laid for them, the guild teleported back to Oganis Ford. Well, most of the guild. When they arrived, they discovered that Damien had remained behind. Jonar, Cedric, Sak, and the head Kithlanan scout were teleported by Talia Arzhaelnos back to Grimskull Island. Cedric was to guard Talia while the others looked for Damien.

The scouts headed for the ruins. There was a path leading down to a depression in the ground with half-buried obelisks and pyramids made of seamless dark stone. The path lead to an opening in one of the pyramids. Three sets of footprints lead into the ruin; seven led out. The group quietly wafted down the hallway leading into the ruin. The hallway ended in a small chamber. Two very crude statues of hooded figures, carved out of the same black rock, carried torches of blue flame. There was writing on the back, which Jonar copied. Jonar also heard whispers, which he attempted to memorize to repeat back to Telios or Talia later. On the far end of the chamber was a stairwell headed down. The scout team decided that they’d explored far enough and returned to Cedric and Talia.

Jonar showed the copied writing to Talia. She stated that they needed to leave, now. Sak and Jonar wanted to take a quick look around the tower, so Talia reluctantly agreed to leave in 15 minutes. The reconnaissance of the tower proved what the guild suspected—that it was empty. The scouting group returned to Oganis Ford.

The next day, Telios, Cedric and Jonar went to Karad. Telios petitioned and received space inside the temple of Frendila to return Araceli from the dead. Telios managed to convince Araceli that she had been dead for three months, during which time the Dark Lord Damien had wreaked havoc. Cedric, Jonar, and Telios were having a hearty laugh at Araceli when Damien himself appeared.

As he later said, he had stayed overnight on Grimskull Island and explored the outside of the ruins the day after the scouting party had been there. He and Telios had come to a similar conclusion about the ruins: they were remains of an ancient, humanoid civilization Vauljuran, “The Dead Souls.” Damien had further discovered that sorcerers had entered Vauljuran ruins. Three of them emerged, later to become the sorcerer-kings who forged the Swords of the Deathsong. Other Vauljuran ruins had been sacked, but the one on Grimskull Island looked to be in better shape. The guild determined that they would explore the ruins to see what they could find out about the swords and how to destroy them.

As they remembered that the research for the ritual for the siege of Milsylla was to be completed the next day, they further decided to put off the exploration until Milsylla had fallen.

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The Attack on Grimskull Island
It's cool--we got this.

here

Or not.

After much arguing and agonizing, the Broken Talons jury rigged a plan to take on Grimskull Island and Damien’s father. They’d get within range of wind walk, float on over to the island, blow a hole in the wall, and take out anyone dumb enough to stand in their way.

Using Jonar’s contacts, they found a ship captain crazy enough to take them to the pirate-infested waters of the Jerdan Isles. More importantly, they found a ship captain crazy enough to take them to the pirate-infested waters of the Jerdan Isles who wouldn’t attempt to sell them out. After a quiet couple of weeks, the guild was dropped off with a rowboat at a predetermined spot and left to make their own way. They wind-walked to Grimskull Island.

On the way to the tower, the guild passed over a set of ruins. A sense of evil and dread was palpable from them, although Damien could not recall anything like that emanating from the ruins before. The guild decided to investigate the tower first, and come back to the ruins later.

There were a few patrols there, but nothing much. The guard around the tower itself seemed light. The group floated over the main wall and into the courtyard. After rematerializing, Araceli used a couple of spells to blow a hole in the wall of the keep. As the group entered the kitchen area, they heard the alarm being raised. Someone shouted, “Protect the heart of the keep!” Damien thought that this was rumored to be in the catacombs, so the guild headed upstairs first.

They met no resistance. The place appeared to be empty, except for one, large, undead guard at the entrance to Grimskull’s study. The guard let them by. The guild was rather unsettled by this point, and this was before Jonar noticed that things were quite appearing right as he was searching Grimskull’s study for valuable and before Telios noticed that the books in the library were filled with gibberish and the “pages” turned in big clumps. The tower was obviously empty, and it was likely that everything they were now seeing was illusion.

After some debate, the Broken Talons decided to search the catacombs before travelling on to the ruins. Near the start of the catacombs, a secret door was found. Inside the chamber was a large, glowing crystal ball that radiated illusion magic. Everyone except Jonar stepped into the room. With the tacit consent of the others, Cedric swung his hammer and shattered the ball.

A brilliant flash of light exploded, blinding most of the guild members. The door to the hallway sealed shut. Runes began to glow around the room, blocking all teleportation and other extra dimensional travel. And two large statues raised from the floor. Grimskull’s voice began to speak. He sneered at Damien for falling into his trap, and said it was going to be a pleasure to kill him. As there came no response to Damien’s questions, this too was an illusion.

Unfortunately, what was not an illusion was the transformation of the statues into two angels of decay. Everyone but Cedric, Mirimmae and Quentin were still blinded when the angels completed their transformation. Jonar was still on the outside of the trap, with no way in.

The first part of the fight was long and hard. Fortunately, the blindness wore off shortly after combat began. The angels dealt a steady amount of damage, along with their terrible stench. The guild settled in for a fatiguing time whittling away at the tough undead creatures. The ground shook every now and again.

After more rumbling, the ground opened up near one of the walls. A nightmare creature emerged—a huge worm with a black chitinous exoskeleton and nasty looking teeth. It grabbed Araceli and swallowed her. Quentin was next on the menu.

Things did not look good. Damien used a scroll to open a doorway back to the hall. Mirimmae decided upon a more desperate course of action. She opened herself up to the raw flow of magic, and send a wave of positive energy through the room. To everyone’s surprise, the night crawler literally dropped dead. The other undead creatures remained, but looked worse for the wear. The guild did not take much longer to dispatch the terrible angels. Quentin crawled out of the worm’s belly just in time to see the last one killed. Araceli was dead, and had to be cut out of the worm’s throat.

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In Which Not Much Happens

1. Guild returns to Oganis Ford.

2. Guild teleports to Athela.

3. Guild sells and buys things, especially things that make killing undead easier.

4. Guild returns before dark, having learned that spending the night in Athela is a Very Bad Idea.

5. Guild members have weird dreams of flying above armies

(Hey, even an adventuring guild needs some downtime, ya know?)

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Northern Exposure
Freaking Thedinaar.

The Broken Talons decided to try to obtain the weapon that Quentin was given the tip about. After stopping off in Oganis Ford—where they picked up Jim—they headed to Obsidian Keep, a Naratani outpost on the edges of the Darklands. Their target was Jasper Keep, an abandoned Araun fortress about a week’s march away. The orcs made occasional attempts to take the keep, but were never successful. It was unknown what lay inside.

The guild supplied themselves with heavy winter gear and with plenty of warnings—avoid the red snow, the crunchy-looking snow, the blue trees, the “rivers” of coldfire that flow above the snow, the blue lichen, the black ice, the yellow snow…

Once the group moved into the Darklands proper, the temperature dropped to -30 during the day, colder at night. It was a long and bitterly cold four days, interrupted only by a “river” of super-cold energy floating above the ice. (It was, and a feather token boat was involved.) On the fourth evening, Saak declared that it was going to storm for the next day or so. Jim offered to do what he could to keep everyone on their feet until they reached the keep. He exhausted himself, but the guild marched steadily for the next day and half, reaching Jasper Keep.

Outside the keep were bodies of orcs. Inside, the keep was warm, although how it was kept so the Guild never discovered. Once they had passed into the main hall, the guild was confronted by a spirit who demanded that they leave, or else. A plea that they were merely taking shelter pacified the spirit, who warned them that they were safe as long as they stayed within the first chamber.

The group rested. The next day, they began exploring. The door at the far end of the main chamber opened to a hallway crossing it. At both ends were doors. When either door was approached, spirits appeared and warned the guild away. They decided to open one of the doors anyway. Cedric threw open the door to the right. A green beam flew past him.

The door lead to another hallway. As they traversed it, each person felt the weight of fear pressing in on them. Araceli was convinced that there were shades in the shadows, waiting to pounce upon her. Telios heard the sounds of the Travelers and felt tentacles on his head. Ignoring these fears, the guild continued to walk. Soon, they reached a point where a corridor branched off.

The first spirit reappeared, telling them that they were free to take anything that lined the corridor and that he would show them a hidden treasure, but they could proceed no further. The guild regretfully declined this offer and pressed on to the final room. In that room was a sword and nothing else. Quentin picked up the sword, but it apparently did not care for him. Damien it tolerated.

The guild returned to the corridor, which was lined with ancient suits of armor and weapons. They carried off two suits of armor used by the Jade Phoenix mages during the Second Crusade, two suits of Araun armor, a maul and a greatsword. They were unable to find the hidden cache. After resting once more (and making sure that Jim was okay), the guild set off again. The journey back was worse. The first night, it stormed razor snow, cutting their tents to shreds and injuring those who had no shield to scramble under. The next morning, the guild tried to figure out how to travel forward in spite of the snow that would cut their winter boots. A solution involving magic and fire was found, and the slog through the cold continued.

After the storm, it grew even colder. Each night, different guild members suffered from frostbite and hypothermia. After about the third night, nearly half the party was exhausted from the cold. Telios saved the day by wishing for a safe, warm house in which to spend the night. A mansion appeared, guarded by the weirds of Dryard. Inside was warm food, fireplaces, bathtubs, multiple rooms (!)—it was a small piece of heaven in Thedinaar’s hell.

Refreshed from their night in the mansion, the Broken Talons pushed back to Obsidian Keep, and after a partial boat ride, they ported back to Oganis Ford. Almost every member of the guild has sworn solemn (and futile) vengeance against Thedinaar for those two wretched weeks in the Darklands.

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