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amulets
I feel as if it were my fault.... I killed him ultimately.... I tried to heal him but it didn't wirk and he died.... we brought him with us for the rest of our journey and found someone who helped us try to bring him back. It didn't work though.... but now as an agrement to her trying to help us, we have to locate an amulet.
There are a total of 3 but they were stolen. They allow direct communication to the gods and goddesses for granting spells. The higher level spells have been more and more difficult to cast because the gods are busy preparing for war against the vampire lord. One is in the vampire lords castle, another is of to the north, and the last is in shallowwood, which that one is the one we think will be easiest.
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I just don't know...
I've been with this group for a few weeks, getting to know them, but none of them really getting to know me. I find myself unsuited for the adventuring and yearn to join my brethren back on the fields of war, but I'm having my doubts as both a leader and as a soldier.

Ever since being freed from the prison, my form has felt off. I haven't felt connected to anything and have felt rather distant. I even find myself just sitting down and being oblivious to those around me.

What makes me think these things is the choice I've to make. After returning the banner, I've learned of it's true purpose: to help the soldiers in the war. I learned that there were Storm Giants there, and Elves - two things that very much need my attention. While this group does have an elf and a child half-breed, I don't find them in any immediate danger, whereas these Storm Giants could very well be the ones that slaughtered my people.

But, on the other hand, what if again I'm too weak? As I've stated, my form has been off and I don't feel connected with this rubbish blade. If only what I had wasn't stolen and broken, I bet my form would be spot on. I doubt my ability to lead and I doubt my ability to fight... do I wish to truly go to my death? 'Tis a foolish thing, yes, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't go and it turns out Grom'Nik-al was there with his brutes as he slaughters more of my people and more innocents.

I've talked to a few members and they're worried about my well-being. Galgareth knows little of my past, but he knows where I came from and knows of my warrior-spirit. I shall spend more time to reflect upon this and ask more members of this group what their wishes would be.
While I do wish to leave, I don't wish to leave without their consent. I may be stubborn, but I'm no idiot.
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A Fallen Hero
Journal Entry #1


     I could say that these previous weeks have been about a fallen hero; a hero who was a warrior. Praised and buried, it was made very evident that he was very important and worthy of having the title “hero.” But another hero has fallen.

     The very large, mysterious ally who we referred to as “the big one,” has fallen in combat. As we were coming out of the tomb with the fallen Hero’s banner, we were confronted by trolls. We moved towards these enemies rather hastily.

     As the last of the trolls were engulfed in flames, I took a look around. There I saw a fellow comrade, lying on a bridge not too far. As I approached the body, I made it out to be “the big one,” my hunting partner. I sat there and watched as the child attempted to bring him back to consciousness. With a sudden jolt, his body lurched forward. It seemed odd to me, but I couldn’t be sure if that was supposed to happen. I looked again, and his body now lay there motionless. I knew something was now positively wrong.

     â€œWh...what’s w-wrong? Shouldn’t he be c-conscious by n-now?” I say this to the child, but she just looked at me with a sad look in her eye and shook her head. Everyone else is now standing around the corpse of what was an ally. We all lower our heads and give a moment of silence. At least, most of us did. The dwarf and the human were praying to some higher power of which I do not understand. Of my recollections, this one will be forever cast into my memories.

     Farewell fallen hero, for your contributions to our group were numerous. We are forever grateful for our fallen, masked ally. I feel as though our hunting sessions bonded us, in addition to the nights we usually spent watches together.

But alas...farewell

     After leaving the burial “island,” we met up with our old dwarven friend, Ballock. He seemed disappointed that he missed some action with us, but I didn’t think too much of it. I didn’t have much time to, actually. Not shortly after, a hooded figure appeared out of a magical portal in front of us, accompanied by several Orcs and Bug Bears. He claimed that he was the “right-hand man” of the Vampire Lord. I found this hard to believe, for the assistant of a being with such power would surely have been accompanied with more....powerful creatures. Of course, I was disappointed with it not being the Vampire Lord himself. I want my memories back very very much so.

     This figure demanded the Banner of the Fallen Hero. We of course wouldn’t give it to him, but it did provoke the start of battle. It was here that the child showed her prowess. The child set vines and branches up from the ground and trapped the enemies. This made it very easy for myself and the rest of the party to attack. The figure appeared to be a wizard, as it was trying to cast some sort of spell. One of the healers, I believe, cast some sort of silence circle to stop the wizard from summoning. What surprised me greatly was the enraged dwarf, Ballock. Something must have made him very angry, because he charged right into the vines, and then threw one of his battle axes at one of the orcs!

     In the end, only one orc escaped into the portal. Every other enemy, including the wizard, appeared to be all dead. Quite a victory for us, but it is only a sign as to many more encounters like this in the near future, I believe.
Session: Vampire Lord Session #7 - Sunday, Jul 07 2013 from 4:30 PM to 7:30 PM
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Epic!
Well, that simply was outrageous.
I've never known so much grief in such a short amount of time. I've only been in this little rabble of people for about a week, and the amount of sadness I've witnessed is just something I won't ever forget, and never plan to.

I don't think father would've been very proud had he seen the horrible display of knowledge and tactile input I had used today. I couldn't solve a basic puzzle, and now I let one of my comrades fall; and he was a mighty warrior. He was very tall, very quiet... much like that of a silent guardian. It pains me very much because I knew nothing of him, yet treated him like that of filth because of how he stunk of orcish blood, one of the forces of the Vampire Lord. I had sworn Uliyr that I wouldn't let anyone in my company fall, not while there was something I could do, but that situation... I don't know what happened.

I had shown my weakness as a leader and a capable fighter by showing prejudice towards a fellow warrior, and I already regret it. But, the torment didn't stop there. After leaving the tomb and carrying our warrior-friend's corpse, we were stopped after a day's rest by the Right Hand of the Vampire Lord; a powerful magician. He was accompanied by a smaller task force of Orcs and Bugbears, which was an odd choice. Maybe he didn't consider us threatening, but that was his first mistake.

His second mistake was demanding the banner that we risked our lives to retrieve, and it irritated me. I forsook my oath to not show my shame and shackles, but it was too much. I didn't even voice my opinion on the subject, and I drew my blades and had revealed my face to the world again, and I think I may stop trying to hide myself, maybe it's for the best. This right hand man, Korvos? I forget his name, which is doubly odd considering how easily him and his forces were decimated.

Perhaps looking back on everything, I wish I had the clarity to revisit those days in the prison... maybe He would've taught me more about life and the suffering of war. Maybe I would've been more prepared for all this senseless bloodshed and war.
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Epic!
A terrible day for our group.
What should have been a day of glory and pride for our party, turned out instead to be a day of sadness. Finding that banner, knowing what it will mean to our army, was wonderful. We were on our way out, when we met creatures I had never seen before. I learned they were called trolls, and they had a weird ability to regenerate themselves when thought to be dead. Burning the bodies kept this from happening. We have fought bug bears and the like more times than I can count. We never had many issues with fighting, hardly a scratch most times. Who would have thought these ugly green creatures would create such a hole in our party?

Although we lost Rhea a while ago, I did not feel the overwhelming grief that I feel at the loss of the 'tall one'. I never knew his name. I never knew what his laugh sounded like, what his history was, if he had family, nothing. I felt him smile once, over something silly that Rhea did. I was sure of it. He seemed so guarded and would never let any of us 'in' to see the real him. Now we may never know what the real 'tall one' was like.

This is why I am so adamant about finding a healer with more experience than myself; I want to raise him, to give him another chance at life. I am not sure what his wishes on this matter would have been, but I could never live with myself if I didn't try. The others are in agreement with me, but I doubt they feel as strongly as I.

We are all becoming a family. We have been through a lot together, and I have grown so fond of everyone. I pray to Kalari that we will find a healer in time, that I might just have a chance to say goodbye to him if he chooses to decline. My fondest wish would be to have him fight by our sides again, and to let him know just how much we valued him.
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Curiosity killed the cat... or Elf in this case.
I have been stalking these people for a few days, watching their movements and seeing what they are capable of. It's remarkable to me that such people exist in this world. Not only did they manage to find the tomb and figure out the secret, for the most part, they also managed to kill a group of bugbears. Although one of them died and the rest were wounded severely, I feel like they might manage.

There is a tall man who smells of orc who bears a giant weapon and an ancient wooden mask. It makes me sick that he would be allowed to travel among these, but perhaps there is more to him than my simple observations have accounted for. For now, I shall keep my eye on him.

The dwarf, however, reminds me of Kaz. The way he swings that weapon like it's nothing and being a protector of the innocent in his group. He holds much respect from me, and I hope I get to meet him soon...

There are also these two others, an elf and a half-elf. The other Elf, male, is an archer. He seems like a crack shot and seems rather capable. The half elf, female, is yet but a child but is attuned with nature. Very intriguing.

The last is a female human. She seems to exert a holy presence. It's nice to see a priest walking freely, such a thing was not allowed in my clan.




I hope to meet up with them as soon as they figure out the secret to open the tomb, by then I shall travel with them and venture into the tomb to stop the corruption. Perhaps something shall be down there to aid my conquest to get more power... perhaps even something as simple as minor power to retrieve my blade, Cloud's Haven.
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Interesting....
The Druid always told me to watch my surroundings and to pay close attention to those around me. I have done just that. The people in the group i'm traveling with, well some of them at least, are a bit out of the ordinary. I still can't believe they let me travel with them. I hope to learn much.

There is the one who had claimed to be just an archeologist. I could tell from the beginning that she was a bit more than what she was telling us. Found out later that I was right. .... she wanted to keep me as a pet!!!!

Then there is the tall one. He doesn't sit very well with me especially since a squirrel confirmed that he isn't just an overly tall guy from one of the regular races. The squirrel said this other race that I still don't think is quite possible but yet it would make sense.... I don't think he will cause a big problem but I'm still weary of him.

The Cleric is very motherly and helped look after the kids when we got to the makeshift camp.

The others seem nice enough although some did protest me joining them on the adventure. I hope they don't regret bringing me along. I can be of use to them.
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A sudden revision
Just as our awkward journey began, it stopped and rekindled itself under the guise of another journey. A messenger came to us hiding in, from our perspective, a dragon. With all of the dragons flying overhead on the regular, it made a lot of tactical sense to choose that disguise.

The archaeologist was quick to deal with the message delivered, telling us of the war in the distant East, and how this camp could make themselves useful. The camp in its entirety would make too much noise stomping towards this objective, however, and our small team had already aligned with one-another for a similar task.

The idea was simple - travel south-east, locate a lake, and find the tomb of a hero that was buried there. Located there was more than a potential burial ground - there would be a banner that would rally a tired and defeated army back into fighting spirit. With the level of importance of discretion used by the messenger, it was clearly more plausible than that of a wild goblin-chase through a monastery we'd already clearly been to.

Instead of meandering about, we decided to shoot straight south, hit the forest or the river, and travel inland until we hit the lake, going from there as we could. Our progress was halted when along the road there were several encampments of at least competent guard patrols. When they caught sight of our scout(no difficult task), we were forced into intercepting them before they used our comrade to fill their bellies.

While the dwarves may have been satiated, and the others satisfied with the outcome of the battle, I was left mostly hollow - my time on the battlefield had always been met with meaty challenges, and my time under Master had only sharpened my skills. The bugbears put up a meager resistance, and my body didn't even begin to feel the adrenaline flow. Other groups took notice of our short work of their allies, however, and we made a tactical retreat. They were not honorable opponents, but they had a significant number advantage - it was too early in our journey to risk our health on a potential disaster.

Some more time passed, and after a mild interruption with a beast of fire(too uneventful to recount), we again approached the road, hoping to make a precise strike along one of the camps and riding off into the south before the other camps were able to make chase. I worry now, though, that it is too late - they saw what we did to their friends, and how efficiently it was done. It is not unlikely that they've begun to worry, or warn higher-ups of what happened that day.

This time, however, we will come prepared. This time, we will progress.
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Epic!
What a whimsical party!
Where do I even begin? This party is just the cat's meow when it comes to fun.

I had a ~ton~ of fun just watching this little short man with giant axes going woosh and pow and snikt on these poor kobalds and bug bears. He's really entertaining to watch. His name's Kellogs or uh.. Bal'eg? Boiled Eggs? Eggs are good and yummy. I shall call him Eggman Ironbeard.

Then there's this giant man with a mask and this huuuuuuuuuuge sword on his back. He's very quiet, but MAN does he kill things. I mean, I thought Eggman was cool, THIS giant just absolutely wrecked these bugbears! He won't tell me his name, or let me within 10 feet of him, and he calls me an idiot too sometimes which is totally rude and mean.

There's also this child with us, I don't know what her deal is but she can talk with Animals. I can't remember where I've read about people like that before, it's a little weird. Maybe she's a bear in disguise as a half-elf who wants to blend in with human society! That'd explain the weirdness about her. But, whatever the reason behind her is, she's just a child. Kind of uncomfortable around children. I wonder if she'd make a good meat shield.

Oh, then there's this human who acts like she's my mother or something. She always asks what's wrong with me and why I'm doing something and calling me an idiot or a dork or something. I'm unsure if she's trying to insult my intelligence or if she's trying to help me along with my conquest to be the most intelligent person alive. Unsure if I can totally trust her yet, but she definitely seems to care deeply about my well-being, which is an A+ in my book.

OH MAN I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE 3RD COOLEST MEMBER! His name is Elza something something something beardfistsomethinghammer, dwarves are weird, but MAN this guy is cool! He's always quiet and drinks and says the wisest things out of everyone. He's like a silent guardian that always remains cool under pressure, I love it! Hopefully I'll learn something from him.

Oh then there's this elf who's kind of a snore fest and shoots arrows. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... But he's actually cool. Says what needs to be said and is generally very agreeable to situations and acts with certainty. I like him, but at the same time, he's very, very weird.


And then there's the loveable me! We're just a happy, pappy good time adventuring group! And they're okay with me being a gifted and VERY talented Archaelogist Wizard. All is great and we're definitely a group of well-talented and well-trained individuals working against a greater evil.

Solaire would be proud of my progress!
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A sudden start
My solitary wandering has come to an end for a while. My untimely capture(I don't recall details, but I awoke with no signs of battle upon me - perhaps a trap?) has put me in the company of others. It is an alliance made reluctantly - cowardice and hesitation roam their ranks. However, Master often said to keep an open mind on the cultures and attitudes of the other races.

However, no amount of stressing this ideal would prepare me for what these other races had to offer. I have only met elves and dwarves on the fields of battle, and there are a few of both in this small group...

...There is an elven archer with longer ears than the others. He has a peculiar accent that makes it hard to follow his dialect and meaning, although he is a reasonably skilled hunter. He seems to favor the bow, though I have yet to see his competence.

...The two other elves, both female, are a mix of mysterious and unsuited to the rage of war. One is too absent-minded, the other merely a child. I question their capability more than the others.

...There are two dwarves. One is very stoic and calm, the other a warrior more along my code of battle. The former seems suspicious of me(reasonably so), and the latter I quite like. Despite the racial differences, his savagery in combat is like that of the orcs. His short work of our captors has won my respect, though I doubt that means much to him.

...The last is a human of faith. Her demeanor seems to reflect the brands she proudly wears - a fiery passion that seems to be directed towards the immediate health and well-being of others. Commendable.

It has been some time since I have been in the company of others. I have not forgotten the common language amongst the race of elves, dwarves, and humankind, but it no doubt lacks the fluidity or cohesiveness of a natural linguist. I fear that this, in conjunction with my size(I tower over my 'allies') and my mask, will cause them to examine me too closely and discover what I am. There is little to be done about this - either they see what I am, or they see the mask and it postpones the inevitable.

Our journey has brought us to a resistance group, their ranks meager in comparison to the looming darkness. A small, flickering hope is better than no hope, however, and i've become at least partially inspired by the cooperation amongst the races. My fellow adventurers have decided to spend some time exploring and scavenging inside an abandoned place of worship. Rumors seem to imply that it houses a great deal of power, and I feel that my talents could be better put to use elsewhere, but fate has brought us together for a reason, and I would be remiss to sit idly by while they walk into potential danger.
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The Beginning
10-12 years ago, towns started getting attacked and taken over. Not much was known as they were originally small towns and little was communicated. 9 Years ago, larger cities started falling. Undead were the main force of the armies. It was noted that once a town was taken over, many of the dead of the town were turned into skeletons and zombies and were then wisked away by a magical portal of magic. No one really knows where they went.

A small group of adventurers known as the Chosen of Arvoreen rose up to fight what was going on. Other adventuring group, heros to many, rose up to fight this evil. Through their bravery and sacrifices, they learned of the Vampire Lord. The Vampire Lord was responsible for all the evils that were happening. He was stealing the dead and turning them into a mindless army. The started off by freeing towns, travelling around the world seeking to stop this Vampire Lord. Cities would be retaken as quickly as they would free one, so they chose another path.

The Chosen of Arvoreen discovered much about the Vampire Lord; he did not work alone. He had 3 “partners” that helped him in his conquest. A Beholder (which they managed to vanquish). A Lich of great magical power who always managed to escape their grasp. A glowing orb of light simply known as Fa.

Resistance groups popped up in remote areas, one north of the city of Scarick which they used a base. It is believed more information is available about each of these, there, but little word has reached individual resistances as to what was discovered.

The group found several items they believed would help them in the fight against the Vampire Lord. In this process, they rescued a being know as “The Eternal Paladin”. Damar Krull by name, was a valiant warrior that was put to rest 100’s of years ago, after the mage war, in case he was needed again. He was a chosen of the Deity Goldar and granted a special boon to be revived when the time was needed. Galamar the Mage, well known for many years (A half elven wizard of extremely long life) was his closest friend and advisor and spearheaded the revival of Damar Krull. Damar Krull and Galamar now lead a small army against the forces of The Vampire Lord. Thanks to the diplomacy of the Chosen of Arvoreen, this army consists of humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, Thri-Kreen and Giants. Damar Krull has kept the major force of the Vampire Lord at bay, but no one knows how long.

The forces of the Vampire Lord consist mainly of mindless undead. He also has giants, as well as flights of evil dragons. Goblins, Orcs, and other goblinkin wander the world doing his bidding as well.

Good Dragons have not been seen in this struggle except in the background. It is rumored a few support resistance groups, but they have not declared openly. One silver dragon, known as Sha’laara, was rescued from the clutches of goblins and giants by a group known as the “Even Handed” and has been more active in helping the armies of good.


It has not been made public, the reasons for the Vampire Lord’s activities, but the Chosen of Arvoreen are believed to have stopped the Vampire Lord’s grand schemes. It is known that whatever he is doing requires great magic and rumors tell he can do it only when certain planets align correctly. The last 2 times have been thwarted, to some degree, by the Chosen of Arvoreen. The last battle did not go well for the Chosen, however. Though the Vampire Lord was stopped, they suffered a loss of all members but 2. They were both wounded and have spent the last year hidden. No one knows which two are free but a select few, and no one knows if the other six members are prisoners or dead.

Clerics of the realms, good and evil alike, have gone into hiding. The Vampire Lord does not appear to worship any of them and has made it clear he wishes all of them to be destroyed. Most priesthoods worship and act behind the scenes, and avoid open displays of their magic when the forces of the Vampire Lord are around. The heaviest hit were the priests of Goldar, who, by virtue, refuse to hide. Their forces are decimated and only a few, like Damar Krull, are able to survive for long.

Since the loss of the Chosen, a few heros have risen and attempted to stop the Vampire Lord. But very few survive and succeed.
Session: Vampire Lord Session #1 - Saturday, Apr 27 2013 from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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