Assault on Our Forces
Dramatis Personae:
Aurora Isilime, the Valley Elf Bard of Valor and Bae'qeshel of Lolth, the Silver Tongued Siren, who is the last Vale Elf
Eurydice, Aurora's faerie dragon familiar
Aurora Isilime, the Valley Elf Bard of Valor and Bae'qeshel of Lolth, the Silver Tongued Siren, who is the last Vale Elf
Eurydice, Aurora's faerie dragon familiar
Pharin Braz'Dracon, the Brass Dragon-Drow Conjurationist Wizard and Priest of Lolth, the Dark Conjurer
Sarlockh, Pharin's choldrith familiar
Vilrath, Pharin's flesh golem
Sarlockh, Pharin's choldrith familiar
Vilrath, Pharin's flesh golem
Skye Vindhalle, the Air Genasi Druid
Dervish, the Kasathe Brass Dragon Fighter and Dragon Blood Sorcerer
Willow Liadon, the Eladrin Arcane Trickster
Grax Thunderhorn, the Lightfoot Halfling Assassin with a voice in his head
Oryn Talus, the ancient and mysterious halfling who has employed the party; also know as Cinder, the ancient power that is said to destroy every world
Grax Thunderhorn, the Lightfoot Halfling Assassin with a voice in his head
Oryn Talus, the ancient and mysterious halfling who has employed the party; also know as Cinder, the ancient power that is said to destroy every world
Lan El'Mandragoran, the Human Paladin of Pelor
Lothar, the Sovani Smith and semi-Cleric of Moradin, High Priest of Lolth, Cleric of Istus, forced Cleric of Asmodeus; Kas Reincarnated
Aerathema, the Wood Elf Druid
Andolin Braz'Dracon, the Brass Dragon-Drow Fighter/Beast Master
BarraZotreth, Andolin's displacer beast animal companion
BarraZotreth, Andolin's displacer beast animal companion
Narg, there's really no way to describe Narg, Narg is just Narg
Elder Vish, Dervish's friend and mentor from his world
Sil'ilos'anon Braz'Dracon, the "Drow" Warlock Blood Mage of Lolth
Ralliakkan, the Drow Rogue
Elder Vish, Dervish's friend and mentor from his world
Sil'ilos'anon Braz'Dracon, the "Drow" Warlock Blood Mage of Lolth
Ralliakkan, the Drow Rogue
NOTE: Things will be mostly from Aurora's perspective. Anything in italics is from a third person since the bard can't be everywhere at once.
***** Lacysnows 19, CY 710, Sigil
After spending some time catching up with Oryn, Pharin decided we needed to hit the shops. He wanted to find some artifacts- and was hoping for the Wand of Orcus, thinking he could use that to turn Vecna's forces against him or something. He couldn't find that, but instead, he found and decided to buy the Axe of the Dwarvish Lords... That drow has something planned for that axe, and I don't think it's good.
During our shopping, I discovered that no one has been able to make one shot items lately, which was weird. I wondered if what we did to the last Beacon had something to do with it, but Sigil is in a different plane, so I don't know if that actually works. The boys wandered off at some point while I was shopping, and I'd been alone for a couple hours when Sil randomly showed up.
Sil said that Pharin had gone to his mage tower in the Demonweb Pits and it was under attack by five thousand liches and demon knights- who were all fucking immune to fire and lightning. Apparently, Vecna's cultists were making their move.
Upon arrival, Sil sat down and began finger painting on the walls... with blood. She was trying to make the tower fly. After seeing that acid was hurting the undead forces, Pharin decided to shift into a black dragon... only to be shot by that fucking gunslinger. We asked the gunslinger how much it would take to make him just fuck off; his price was $500 million... which we would have had between Douchebag and I if he hadn't just bought that fucking axe.
I dumped 50 flasks of radiant alchemist fire on the liches and didn't seem to do much to them. Fucking liches. Pharin's mages were launching spells at the undead, Dervish's bunny dragon was mauling them, and it still didn't look like this battle would end anytime soon. Pharin announced that we'd be plane shifting the entire tower the fuck out of here. At that point, a fucking ancient brass dragon began flying at us. Apparently, the gunslinger had enslaved it or something, which pissed Douchebag off, so he freed the dragon. That dragon turned and went right for its former captor, getting the gunslinger off our backs for a little while.
Not wanting to miss this fight, I sent Eurydice to check on Sil, since we hadn't seen her in a little bit, and found her unconscious and bleeding heavily. I had my familiar heal her, and Sil absorbed Eurydice's blood somehow, killing her. The dragon flung the gunslinger through the air, and he turned into a fucking solar. That asshole fights dirty. Unfortunately, we didn't get to watch the dragon fight the solar, the fucking plane shift went off. I activated five of my instruments to keep the tower in the air for a little while.
Dervish said that the Vale was under siege- I'm not sure how he knew that. He said he would go help, but I needed rest before I could do anything. My people and home weren't there anymore, so I wasn't in a rush to help Dervish's people.
The Vale was being attacked by liches and undead flesh golems, who were working to drop the barrier Aerathema had erected to protect the empty, lifeless valley. Sil followed Dervish to the Vale, and through some disturbing blood magic, slaughtered the army of undead pretty much single-handedly. Apparently, it was an epic fight, so I probably would have enjoyed being there, but I was too tapped out to be of any use.
***** Lacysnows 20, Vale of the Mage
I finished up my rest, resummoned Eurydice, and met Dervish in the Vale. The Undevale that Aerathema had created was empty, she'd moved herself, the Valley Elves, and Dervish's people to a demi-plane; Oryn had mentioned it yesterday, but I didn't think about it until seeing the empty paradise. Of course, Douchebag stayed behind, since he's not welcome in the Vale.
Seeing the Vale empty, we headed back to the ship, and I got a sending from Briisa, saying that all of the barbarians were attacking Potidaea. When he found out that my college was near an ancient dwarven stronghold, he said he had an idea to enlist the dwarves to help us. He wouldn't tell us his plan, just insisted that we head straight there.
Pharin modified the party's memories to forget about the Axe of the Dwarvish Lords. If his plan was going to work, none of the party could remember buying that axe in Sigil.
When we teleported to the outskirts of Jotsplat, the town just outside of the dwarven stronghold, a meteor swarm pummelled Pharin and Andolin- and somehow it managed to kill those fuckers. A dwarven male holding a magic axe was standing near us. Even though Pharin and Andolin seemed dead, I was sure they'd be back. Death isn't something that can stop a being as evil as Pharin.
Our entrance caused a major commotion, of course. We were instantly surrounded by humans and a few dwarves, wondering what the fuck was going on. The dwarf introduced himself as Cyrrik Goldmattock, the last dwarven king to wield the Axe of the Dwarven Lords- which was the axe he was holding. He had vanished a couple thousand years ago, with the axe. The dwarves that had gathered asked him to tell them the name of his mistress to prove himself. Instead of answering the question, this guy decided to lunge for the goblins in the crowd... Then started going off about elves being horrible. This guy's a fucking douchewagon.
The town historian handed Cyrrik something written in ancient dwarven, which said that he needed to show them his birthmark to prove his identity. He did... the birthmark was on his nutsack... At that point, the historian told us to come with him. We spent the next eight hours learning everything about King Cyrrik Goldmattock.
I explained our situation with the barbarians assaulting Potidaea, along with Vecna's cultists attacking fucking everywhere else. Cyrrik agreed to help us deal with the barbarians, and together with the historian, we were taken to the current king to try to get aid.
A couple of guards started copping an attitude with Cyrrik, so he started ranting about who he was, blah blah blah. They demanded we drop our weapons- they were mercenaries here for us. Dervish killed half of the mercs right away- I tried to talk the rest into switching sides when the leader cried out in pain, but we didn't see anything that caused it. Sil had been following the party invisibly during this, and she had injured the leader. She's the only one who knows that Pharin and Andolin are Cyrrik. The real guards showed up and arrested those assholes before anything more happened.
We were brought to the throne room in the dwarven palace, which was full of bickering dwarves. Turns out there was no current king, and when Cyrrik demanded to know who was in charge, every single dwarf in the room began bickering. To shut them up, Cyrrik drew the axe, walked up to the throne, he recited the oath of the kings, along with the lineage, and sat his ass down. A guard tried to stop Cyrrik from getting to the throne, and tripped over his own feet, knocking every other dwarf in the line down like dominos. I barely maintained composure to keep from falling over laughing.
Cyrrik announced he was claiming the throne and if anyone contested he'd invoke trial by combat. One man, wearing the insignia of the Stone King, the clan that had helped Cyrrik claim this mountain from drow and duergar thousands of years ago. Apparently, his grandfather had been the naked monk who'd helped Cyrrik all those years ago. They fought naked, and after a pretty quick battle, Cyrrik won the challenge.
At that point, Cyrrik said I should present my case to the council. I explained to them about the barbarians, and that while it was the college being attacked now, they would be here next- it was the next closest civilization. Before the council could really respond, the high priest of Moraddin walked in and announced that the cult found Vecna's body and have regenerated it for the ritual.
After spending some time catching up with Oryn, Pharin decided we needed to hit the shops. He wanted to find some artifacts- and was hoping for the Wand of Orcus, thinking he could use that to turn Vecna's forces against him or something. He couldn't find that, but instead, he found and decided to buy the Axe of the Dwarvish Lords... That drow has something planned for that axe, and I don't think it's good.
During our shopping, I discovered that no one has been able to make one shot items lately, which was weird. I wondered if what we did to the last Beacon had something to do with it, but Sigil is in a different plane, so I don't know if that actually works. The boys wandered off at some point while I was shopping, and I'd been alone for a couple hours when Sil randomly showed up.
Sil said that Pharin had gone to his mage tower in the Demonweb Pits and it was under attack by five thousand liches and demon knights- who were all fucking immune to fire and lightning. Apparently, Vecna's cultists were making their move.
Upon arrival, Sil sat down and began finger painting on the walls... with blood. She was trying to make the tower fly. After seeing that acid was hurting the undead forces, Pharin decided to shift into a black dragon... only to be shot by that fucking gunslinger. We asked the gunslinger how much it would take to make him just fuck off; his price was $500 million... which we would have had between Douchebag and I if he hadn't just bought that fucking axe.
I dumped 50 flasks of radiant alchemist fire on the liches and didn't seem to do much to them. Fucking liches. Pharin's mages were launching spells at the undead, Dervish's bunny dragon was mauling them, and it still didn't look like this battle would end anytime soon. Pharin announced that we'd be plane shifting the entire tower the fuck out of here. At that point, a fucking ancient brass dragon began flying at us. Apparently, the gunslinger had enslaved it or something, which pissed Douchebag off, so he freed the dragon. That dragon turned and went right for its former captor, getting the gunslinger off our backs for a little while.
Not wanting to miss this fight, I sent Eurydice to check on Sil, since we hadn't seen her in a little bit, and found her unconscious and bleeding heavily. I had my familiar heal her, and Sil absorbed Eurydice's blood somehow, killing her. The dragon flung the gunslinger through the air, and he turned into a fucking solar. That asshole fights dirty. Unfortunately, we didn't get to watch the dragon fight the solar, the fucking plane shift went off. I activated five of my instruments to keep the tower in the air for a little while.
Dervish said that the Vale was under siege- I'm not sure how he knew that. He said he would go help, but I needed rest before I could do anything. My people and home weren't there anymore, so I wasn't in a rush to help Dervish's people.
The Vale was being attacked by liches and undead flesh golems, who were working to drop the barrier Aerathema had erected to protect the empty, lifeless valley. Sil followed Dervish to the Vale, and through some disturbing blood magic, slaughtered the army of undead pretty much single-handedly. Apparently, it was an epic fight, so I probably would have enjoyed being there, but I was too tapped out to be of any use.
***** Lacysnows 20, Vale of the Mage
I finished up my rest, resummoned Eurydice, and met Dervish in the Vale. The Undevale that Aerathema had created was empty, she'd moved herself, the Valley Elves, and Dervish's people to a demi-plane; Oryn had mentioned it yesterday, but I didn't think about it until seeing the empty paradise. Of course, Douchebag stayed behind, since he's not welcome in the Vale.
Seeing the Vale empty, we headed back to the ship, and I got a sending from Briisa, saying that all of the barbarians were attacking Potidaea. When he found out that my college was near an ancient dwarven stronghold, he said he had an idea to enlist the dwarves to help us. He wouldn't tell us his plan, just insisted that we head straight there.
Pharin modified the party's memories to forget about the Axe of the Dwarvish Lords. If his plan was going to work, none of the party could remember buying that axe in Sigil.
When we teleported to the outskirts of Jotsplat, the town just outside of the dwarven stronghold, a meteor swarm pummelled Pharin and Andolin- and somehow it managed to kill those fuckers. A dwarven male holding a magic axe was standing near us. Even though Pharin and Andolin seemed dead, I was sure they'd be back. Death isn't something that can stop a being as evil as Pharin.
Our entrance caused a major commotion, of course. We were instantly surrounded by humans and a few dwarves, wondering what the fuck was going on. The dwarf introduced himself as Cyrrik Goldmattock, the last dwarven king to wield the Axe of the Dwarven Lords- which was the axe he was holding. He had vanished a couple thousand years ago, with the axe. The dwarves that had gathered asked him to tell them the name of his mistress to prove himself. Instead of answering the question, this guy decided to lunge for the goblins in the crowd... Then started going off about elves being horrible. This guy's a fucking douchewagon.
The town historian handed Cyrrik something written in ancient dwarven, which said that he needed to show them his birthmark to prove his identity. He did... the birthmark was on his nutsack... At that point, the historian told us to come with him. We spent the next eight hours learning everything about King Cyrrik Goldmattock.
I explained our situation with the barbarians assaulting Potidaea, along with Vecna's cultists attacking fucking everywhere else. Cyrrik agreed to help us deal with the barbarians, and together with the historian, we were taken to the current king to try to get aid.
A couple of guards started copping an attitude with Cyrrik, so he started ranting about who he was, blah blah blah. They demanded we drop our weapons- they were mercenaries here for us. Dervish killed half of the mercs right away- I tried to talk the rest into switching sides when the leader cried out in pain, but we didn't see anything that caused it. Sil had been following the party invisibly during this, and she had injured the leader. She's the only one who knows that Pharin and Andolin are Cyrrik. The real guards showed up and arrested those assholes before anything more happened.
We were brought to the throne room in the dwarven palace, which was full of bickering dwarves. Turns out there was no current king, and when Cyrrik demanded to know who was in charge, every single dwarf in the room began bickering. To shut them up, Cyrrik drew the axe, walked up to the throne, he recited the oath of the kings, along with the lineage, and sat his ass down. A guard tried to stop Cyrrik from getting to the throne, and tripped over his own feet, knocking every other dwarf in the line down like dominos. I barely maintained composure to keep from falling over laughing.
Cyrrik announced he was claiming the throne and if anyone contested he'd invoke trial by combat. One man, wearing the insignia of the Stone King, the clan that had helped Cyrrik claim this mountain from drow and duergar thousands of years ago. Apparently, his grandfather had been the naked monk who'd helped Cyrrik all those years ago. They fought naked, and after a pretty quick battle, Cyrrik won the challenge.
At that point, Cyrrik said I should present my case to the council. I explained to them about the barbarians, and that while it was the college being attacked now, they would be here next- it was the next closest civilization. Before the council could really respond, the high priest of Moraddin walked in and announced that the cult found Vecna's body and have regenerated it for the ritual.
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| Map from the 2e D&D Planescape Boxed Set by Wizards of the Coast |
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| From "Resurrection" by R.A. Salvatore and Paul S. Kemp |
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| By Anna B. Meyer |
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| By Anna B. Meyer |
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