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Learning
One of my companions learned about the nature of the black wood bow in his possession...it can make a second arrow fly at the release of an arrow...Adric learns new things
Session: Mists of Madness - Wednesday, May 23 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Epic!
Hubrus and Repentance
Who was I to think that I could call on the Mother's will as my own? I have in the past spared the cold iron fate of common animals with a word and her will. Stopped the ravings of madmen and heretics with a glance and gesture. Held the hand of abominations while her will is done. She has taught me a lesson in the humility of the wolf.

We came upon a heretic sacrifice. With a word I had hoped to stop it. Only when the Mother had me in the maw of a water wolf did she let me call upon her. Like a pup put into proper place, I will bear the scars of the water wolf as a reminder. Relish the pain of my wounds until she sees fit to allow me to lift the worst of it from me.

My companions have benefited from her will, but like the wolf I must be more prudent in my actions. As must they lest the Mother take them as one who does not remember. Still to know the Mother is a quite path of ones own will, guided by the quite words of an elder and seldom from the rapture of the words of men.

I must remember the Mother is most often quite as it the wolf until the wolf acts. The creature who had my limb and body in its mouth is a wolf of the water. I had not know these creatures until the island, even then my companions kept me away from them in my fever. Odder still are the ones who do the will of a lesser being. But there nature is not unfamiliar. All places have something akin to wolves.

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Amongst the bodies...
Amongst the bodies lies Ursula the Befouled. In your search you turn over her charred body and find her drawing her last breaths. She cackles and says, "You are too late, fools! Already my master has breached the vault! I give my life for Skoulos, so that I might live forever!" She dies cackling.

Near the body lies a 3" black orb, a serpent shaped dagger, and a potion. She is garbed in chainmail and has a spear.

The cultists are armed with improvised weapons and have little other than mud and reptile skins covering them. The half ogre has hide armor (large sized) a spiked shield, and a morning star.

The dwarf's body lies near the largest croc and he is frozen in death reaching for it. He is garbed in chainmail and has a warhammer and crossbow with 19 bolts.



The grizzly work of cutting open the crocs is tireing and messy and yeilds not treasure. The crocs appear to have been well fed on sacrifices.

Through out your search blue mist flows out of the cliff opening and runs over the ground around your feet.
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Keeping Miranda's Blessings
Clive after writing slips out of the room the oracle has provided to seek her council...

Careful to show the reverence his grandmother instilled in him he speaks only when given clearance to do so.

"O great oracle, it gladdens me to see you in the manner my grandmother told me you would appear. She taught me of many things that to mortal men like I are strange indeed but that each action of mortals touches those who are not. My concerns are that of a mortal man and perhaps as a token you might give your insight and assistance in calming my mortal concerns and give me insight into the part we play to maintain Miranda's blessings."

"I would ask to briefly visit my father's house to deliver the coin gained with my brother's blood or that a messenger might be sent to do the same. My fate an the fate of my kins blessings are tied to you it would seem. much as it has been for many mortal generations. Forgiven my mewling but the object you have guided us to would set one enemy of our blessing against another. Is there no other way?"
Session: Mists of Madness - Wednesday, May 23 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Big Cities....
Pulu lies sleeping in the bed next to the small desk where I write this. Her dark brown skin makes an interesting contrast with the white linen on the bed. She is from a village not too unlike the one I call home, clearly warmer and sunnier but small folk going about the business of gathering or growing food, raising children and living life. She admitted being hopeful that the stirring she felt was mine, and aghast when finding it was something else. The parasites that had infected her and her companions purged by the oracle, for that I am glad. She looks forward to a new stirring that will be ours.

We have talked of many things. She talked of the passing of the great leviathans near her home as a girl and about the boys who tried to hunt them and their kin without proper reverence. One lived to tell the tale of how the others had drowned for their insolence. Her life like mine is one of living in close balance with the world around you.

Her people know Mera well as so much of their lives is connected to the cycles of the seas. She is curious to see the cycles of the land as unlike home hers knows little change in weather across many moons, except the side of the mountains the rain falls on. She never has seen the leaves fall together or snow. We also talked of our hostess.

I told Pulu of Grandmother ‘s tales of the oracle to the south. Sometimes a crone, sometimes a temptress, like the Mother’s faces an old wise woman from the day’s most men had forgotten or thought it best not to remember is how she described her. Wise until she fell silent. I remember her telling father to advise Old Man Robert’s not to seek her council as some of the other landlords had. I am sure grandmother would be gladdened by news of the oracle regaining her voice.

Pulu told me tales of the long lived ones on a distant island that her grandfather once met on a matter of great importance. She told me of the wise one’s great canoe, the type of boat her people used to travel from place to place. Now that we are here within the oracles house Grandmother’s tale of the oracle of many places seem to make much more sense.

The place the cave opens to is a great city. Much like what I imagined the city we first set our sights on would look like. So many different people here in these walls all trading or trying to etch a living from the cities stone. I can’t say I am completely comfortable walking about. Things just have too much dust of neglect, nothing that stirs my spirit.

When the oracle said the knights sword was enchanted against the eyes of the Mother I knew we simply could not sell it to a common merchant. I would have been comforted if I had been allowed to cast it to the sea where the leviathan would watch over it. Still in the times even the watchers needed to cleanse themselves of the corruption who would use the Mother’s gifts for their own purposes. My the order that holds it now use it justly.

I would like to ask the oracle if perhaps I could briefly return to my father’s house to deliver the common coin needed to tend the crops for the year. Not gold, but silver and copper. It would be nice to tell grandmother the tales and give her my writings as well.
Session: How now brown cow? - Wednesday, May 09 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Distances and Travel
Where to now?

We have the brazier, presumably the well water will be pure enough to contact the witch. I have changed over the past months. The prayers I once offered to the Mother to raise my crops and be kind to my livestock now are calls to know her will. I know unless we stop the demons in the valley the careful balance that my forefather's sought on our parcels will be lost.

Father had become one of Robert's foremen, like grandfather before him and his father before. With my father's generation the title of the land passed to our family. One of us was to become the heir to the land, one to join the guard, one to tend the herds and one to service. I have become all four. If I fail the toil of my ancestors, their careful deference will be lost.

It takes careful farming and consistent harvests to become a foreman and three generations to become a landlord. Grandmother always gave proper hied to the old Gods, of the land and soil, gave the wild its due. The ones who wish to corrupt the valley want the swamp to take all, not the rich place where game might be taken, but the damp quagmire of darkness.

Have we learned enough? If not where will the oracle send us next?
Session: How now brown cow? - Wednesday, May 09 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Investigating the grand chamber.
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Lucky Jack goes up to the two pregnant ladies and points at their bellies then points at Clive. Then he points at their bellies and then at the dead korpu on the throne. Then d20 + 5 => [19] = 24 he puts a questioning look on his face and tries to read their reactions. Int. + level ?


The women seem confused. Pulu, the elder of the group of young women, now speaks your language. She relays that they remember nothing since entering the grand chamber with you before.

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Clive will call on the Mother and attempt to Detect Evil....

d20 + 4 => [6] = 10

The Mother has done quite enough for Clive, he returns to his normal self and quietly scribes notes in a small parchment roll in taken from the possessions. He adds a few notes on cruder materials as well.


The Mother is strangely silent in this chamber...

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After trying to guess who fathered the kids, fish or fools? I try and ID the two idols. Int. roll : Int. mod. + level ? Silver idol: d20 + 5 => [17] = 22 Clay idol: d20 + 5 => [4] = 9



The silver idol appears to be a rich childs plaything. It depicts a sea serpent reminicnet of the eleborate marks on sea charts. You value it at 80 gold pieces.

The clay idol is more interesting. You think it depicts a god but are not familiar with which one. The detail is impressive for clay and you value it at 450 gold pieces.

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The Dead Korpu & You!
The ancient chamber reveals many secrets after the Korpu are slain. Tucked safely behind the filth encrusted throne lie the missing items from your packs, scrying basin, half demon staff, and the rest. A few additional items are also found. A brass folding spyglass in a brown leather case with the name "Dionocio" inscribed on it. There is a small silver statue of a snake/dragon sea monster. A small clay idol depicting a squat 8 eyed godwith one hand raised as if to cast a spell sits in the back of the pile. A small wooden box engraved with daisies rests under the idol.



Lucky Jack, eager to salvage some Korpu parts, wades into the mud pool and makes a surprising discovery. Under the surface rests the Telsrta engine locked in the open position. With much work the heroes clear away the mud and find a large brass gyroscope-thing. Energy swirls in its center and as Jack examines it... d20 + 5 => [20] = 25 ...He sees what looks to be the bastion in the elemental plane of chaos. Searching thuroughly Jack finds a keyhole and locks the device closed. The mechanisim comes to a resta dn the image disapears. A gust of cool wind makes the heroes realize that Resh is now at rest and the party has the favor of the Sons of the Lawbringer.
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
d20 + 5 => [20] = 25
Session: Alone in Black Stone City. - Wednesday, Apr 25 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Hope for Home
The old witch told us she would send us places where we would learn and gain the knowledge and experience we would need to free our small valley from the abominations. Through the will of the Mother we have all grown to a degree and may live to see our home before it is corrupted or our bones lie bleaching in the spoor of some horrible creature.

We have it seems completed the first of the witches tasks, cutting abominations off from a well spring of magic they had turned agains't the will of the Mother. Other fool elder gods may have seen it fit to poke magic well springs across the land but only the wisdom of balance of the Mother persists in its power to this day. We have claimed a temple of a grand daughter back for her.

This great city is a masterpiece of stonework, something the Mother must smile upon. Good use of the Mother's gifts is never frowned upon. I remember my grandmother showing me the carvings that my grandfather made before his passing. Animals, small wolves and bears, the small carved wolf I wear around my neck is so much second nature I seldom if ever take it off. It is a work of my elder brother, he learned to carve from grandfather. I wish I would have known the man.

She told me how it was a great offense to the Mother to take wood or stone that spoke to you and make it into simple kindling or smash it to gravel. Burn only dead wood let her hand guide you in finding the purpose to things. That is what grandmother taught me.

We have found the women we rescued. Two are with child including the one I lay with before we found ourselves many leagues away. Could this be my child? Will she take me as her alpha if this is my pup?

That is something grandmother also said, if you take a girl to bed with you be prepared to make her yours if the Mother lets your seed take root. I hadn't thought I would have the opportunity with my younger brother being all the charm of the valley and my elder brothers viewed as good matches before I the third son. Grandmother had said that the order would find me a match when I joined them, as the order of the forest allowed its holy men to wed, not like some other orders.

I am worried that the babies might be the spawn of some abomination not mine. If so what will they think when the un-child is born? I must call on the Mother for wisdom in this matter.

Session: Alone in Black Stone City. - Wednesday, Apr 25 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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What now...
We have spent a few days in the walls of this ancient city. No signs of people or little else. To be honest a nice break from giant wasps and lizards. They are still around but the stone buildings at least do not find us in the open.

Jack has spent time discovering what the books in the library say. Some of the books sound very interesting. I wonder if he would be willing to start teaching me one of the languages of the other people.

Grandmother always had tales about the underhill folk and the forest folk. Most of the underhill tales told about men who wandered away from their plows, drank too much and came home hundreds of years later. Most of the forest folk tales told of men lured away from their plows by strange music only to be found wandering naked in the streets of the village days later with a silly grin on their face and no recollection why it was there.

Funny how the moral of the story always seems the right thing to do is stay behind the plow. Still I am here on my father's wishes. I'm not sure this is exactly what he had in mind. I hope no forest folk have dragged him off.

Session: Alone in Black Stone City. - Wednesday, Apr 25 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Reflections
As Tessel sat scraping decades of rust off some newly-acquired armor, she was glad that some good had come from serving under a half-wit knight. All the times he put off basic armor maintenance until it was nearly rusted solid, had given her plenty of practice at getting neglected equipment back into shape.

Unfortunately, her experience at crazy-giant-island survival was more limited. Her party had so far managed to evade the great beast which seemed to rule this place, perhaps more through luck than anything. As for what to do when their luck inevitably ran out, she couldn't say. However, considering the creature's size, if it were tripped up it could be quite the painful fall. That was something to consider further, along with the question of just how smart the creature really was.

Otherwise, things had gone well, she thought. Clive had taken a nasty sting from the local giant bugs (and lived!), but none that aggressive had shown up since. We had ambushed a group of 'pirates', who folded fast after Jack blew up their own spell-flinger. I had done my part in taking down their main muscle before he got worked up. Too bad about the remaining men, and the treasure they were toting, but better to save a friend than a few coins. Something still nagged at her about that beast, though. Whoever heard of a predator bothering with treasure?

As for all the other weirdness, she was hopeful that it was near to the end. No more cursed water, and hopefully no more magicked pearls… though maybe keeping some sort of blindfold handy could be a good plan, to avoid whatever that flash was. The discovery of a map was certainly welcome, and there shouldn't be much of the ruins left to search. The Korpu temple must be near, and some answers.
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To the ruined city...
Its now been a couple of days since I had a quite moment to add to my memory paper. A few days ago I was not certain that we would make it very far out of the cave where we took refuge. We did manage to avoid the beast, the big one with the huge mouth and teeth. As we made our way by the map we found we came upon some "pirates." We took them by surprise and quickly subdued the lot.

As it was they were all under some spell. We spared the ones who didn't see the wisdom of the Mother right away. But something got Jack and I, and from what I heard most of the louts we spared. The beast got the lot of them. Ate what they had been carrying too, some good loot to go towards saving the valley, but now its somewhere in the beasts crop. Might be worth checking the critter's leavings should we find any.

The beast is more like an over grown crow than a wolf. Mind you we are just the right size to be a juicy worm to this particular crow. The crows back home seem to be a bit brighter than this one but its as fond of dead stuff as crows.

I am writing this by lamp light in a place that Jack calls a library, or something of the sort. In my house it was a big deal to have a book to write the ledgers in, to keep track of the crops and the animals for the landlord. That's why grandmother taught us all our letters. This place has a place just for books. There must have been a lot of people living in these walls at one time. They must have been real rich to have a big house just for books.

There are a lot of books here but none with the same letters grandmother taught me, at least none that Jack or the rest of us have found yet. Most have crumbled to dust or had a mouse make a nest out of them but Jack found a few good ones still.

Jack knowing the languages of the short folk and the woods dwellers found some tomes he could read. I'd kind of like to learn to read their words too, maybe sometime soon. There was a big map picture too, Adric with a mind for places found spots that must be our valley and one spot that for sure is where we are now. Its a long way back home.

We found where the shrinking water came from. Adric got it this time, and it looked like he was in for a long stint of being tiny. When we went back to help Jack look for something he might have missed I found a loose stone and underneath was some wizards curse. When I called on the Mother to purge this curse Adric was back to his normal size, the Mother be blessed.

As we thought about it maybe we know why piles of clothes are here and there. No tiny skeletons to be found but the curse must have taken the lot of them. We haven't checked to see if any normal sized bones are in the rotted piles of clothes. This place must have been grand at one time.

If it weren't so far maybe it might be better to get our kin and bring them back here to reclaim this place. If this is the place where the witch first sent us maybe we can find the bracer to leave. I'm not real sure it is. It is very quite here. Time to reflect on the will of the Mother and get some sleep.

Session: Belly of the Beast. - Wednesday, Apr 11 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Shrinking and avoiding being eaten
Day?

A few quick moments while the others and myself finish our rations to scribble a few thoughts on the memory papers. After the other scouted and I finished with camp details they brought back a "native" who helped us navigate a river that eventually lead to where we are now. The river's source is a few tens of rods out the cave mouth, but near the source the flow of the stream is like no other river I have known, the water flows up hill.

Grandmother told of vast springs of magic poked by one of the foolish old God's finger in the Wise Mother's creations. Certain this must be such a place. The water changes some things very large and others very small. I am still getting used to being my "normal size" after coming to terms with being on eye level with a mouse. I didn't sleep well either fearing that at any moment my doom in the form of a rat or cockroach would appear in my hiding place.

After being stung by the largest giant wasp ever I reacted poorly to the sting. Jack in good faith washed my wound with the water from a skin we found amidst a pile of clothes. Poor fellow probably is either crushed or trying to find us to get his pack and sword back. Whether he is back to himself is something we may never know.

I will leave these notes in this cave until we know what is outside is gone. I remember an eye, then one of Adric's flaming arrows just missing the "bulls eye." What ever it is is huge and is very likely carnivorous. Part of me is wishing I was still small, I thought I might be able to speak the sense of the Mother to it so we might be on our way.
Session: Robin is a Demon Prince & Wants To Share Game Session! - Wednesday, Mar 28 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Before we leave this morning...
A few notes, please if anyone finds these scribblings return them to my valley after the plague of toads has passed.

The morning air is fresh outside but the air in the cave is starting to ripen with dead bear. If the bear were smaller dragging it out would be the logical thing to distract the large thing outside. Perhaps for a second, perhaps for long enough for us to get away, or at least make it content with a large dead bear.

I've taken it upon myself to remove the liver of the beast, its inner folds will hide one of the large hollow nuts with the "shrinking" water. It would be best if Tessel or Adric gave me a hand tossing it out into the clearing outside the cave mouth. To be perfectly honest I could live a long time on smoked bear if need be, still there is the matter at hand.

The woman I shared my bed with needs to be returned to me. Our fortune to purge to the toad lords from our fair valley needs to be recovered. Prudence can be left when mulling over the possibility of a late frost.
Session: Belly of the Beast. - Wednesday, Apr 11 2012 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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The party's new cave buddy...
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