Campaign for the PhD&D group running Out of the Abyss

Recent Posts

Pointer-left Serveimage2_thumb

Ish
Another Day's Story
Ish lived a typical childhood among his people. His days where spent playing, exploring, performing chores, and learning the skills necessary to survive on the cold steppe. At night he often sat by a campfire listening to bards bring the stories of the Charamesh to life.

As an adolescent Ish became a "runner", carryng messages between clan encampments, raiding parties and their scouts. It was also at this time that Ish began to experience intense nightmares involving Gruumsh, He Who Never Sleeps. In these nightmares Gruumsh would always show Ish visions of a calamity that would someday befall his clan. When he woke Ish would always forget the details of these prophetic nightmares, but still feel deeply disturbed by them. By the time he was a young adult Ish could no longer ignore what seemed like a direct warning from Gruumsh. Not long after the start of his twentieth year he set out West in the hope of discovering the meaning of his dreams, as well to sate his growing curiosity about the world that existed beyond the Great Wastes.

A little over two years into his journey Ish made camp after a long day of foraging and hunting. As he lay down to rest he stared at the starry sky above him and felt more at peace than he had in a long time. Though Gruumsh still came to him in his dreams, as he does to all Orcs and half-Orcs, Ish hadn't had a nightmare in weeks. He fell asleep thinking of the open road ahead of him.

He awoke later inside a Drow slave pen, surrounded by strangers, somewhere in the Underdark.
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Tags: Background
Epic!
Equipment
Weapons:


Armor:
Studded Armor
Wooden Shield

Clothes
Drow Belt
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Averon Darkar
Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm… Remember your teachings. Remember your students. Remember your dignity…

Averon Darkar meditates trying to center himself. Trying to remain himself in this cave. In this hellish nightmare of an outcome.

It’s been six days since I woke up in this prison. I’ve watched as one after another, all manner of folk are dropped onto the dank and dirty floor of this chamber. I watch as they interact. The large Orc throwing his weight around as if he was not also a prisoner. The irritating deep gnomes, crazed by their Underdark upbringing. The bizarre Derro, his twisted machinations matching his deformed dwarfish body. The many others, almost all caught up in their own moments, many completely oblivious to the reality of the one and only true goal…

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

I miss my books. I miss their smell. I miss walking through meadows and woods, over hills and dales, moving from one library to another. I miss my fellow sages, and their stories, and their books. I miss my friend Dren who taught me the languages of dragons, the language of his blood. I can’t help but miss him. Even if I blame him…

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

Who is this human with this ridiculous name? What is a Bobb? Why is he walking around talking to all the large folk? Does he mean to curry favor, or does he wish for his freedom so much that he plans to escape to a different plain? I wonder if I should warn him that the half-orc is planning something, and that disturbing his surveillance is as likely to lead to being pummeled as being included in the plan. Maybe I’ll make a bet with Jimjar about it…

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

I thought it would be a grand adventure. Following Dren’s letter into the Underdark… Searching… It was only supposed to be a short trip. I was just going to find the information that I needed, and I would be back in time to save my student. She was my responsibility. It was I who encouraged her to search for the truth. It was I who stoked her curiosity with tales of the beauty of simple truth. I forgot that some truths can be dangerous. And some can be quite deadly.

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

My mother was a Wood Elf from Faerun, and my father was a wondering human druid. I remember my mother, her dark bronze skin and her golden eyes, her deep black tightly curled hair. A child’s memory, as that was the last time that I saw her before she gave me to my father to raise. I was taught to revere and to be one with nature…. I miss the sun, and the wind, and the smell of flowers on a breeze. I miss feeling warm, or at least the feel of warm earth under me. I need to get home…

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

It’s been days, and I’ve seen no open way for escape. My most basic cantrips won’t activate in this cell. I can’t even feel the earth, not really. I never knew what it was to be separated from myself in this way. It feels lonely, it feels dead. But at least there is a Dragonborn here. She reminds me of Dren. Maybe there is hope in this darkness. Maybe we can develop a plan. Maybe that half-orc can help… Maybe I’ll go say hello to that gnome with the spider. She seems to be skilled.

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…

If we do not escape soon, our numbers will begin to dwindle. Yet we must be patient. I must be ready to help. I must be ready. I must be help teach this group of misfits to work together. I may not be able to help her. I may be too late to save her from the curse. But maybe I can save these others. Maybe I’ll never see Dren again, nor may I see the surface… Yet I will do my part. And for now, I’ll keep watching. And keep breathing…

Breathe in…. Breathe out…. Breathe in…. Breathe out… Be one with the earth. Be one with the air. Feel your body as one with all. Feel your breath like the breeze moving through the grass. Be calm…
Viewable by: Public
2 comments
Epic!
Pointer-left Serveimage2_thumb

Ish
Awake in the Underdark
Day 4

“Four days. Four days since I woke up in this prison cell, a slave of the Drow. I won’t bother you with a long tale about my life before this – that’s a story for another day. All that matters is that I had been travelling west from my home in the Taan for several seasons. And then, I awoke here. Somewhere in the waking nightmare known as the Underdark.

I must have been taken while I slept.

I’m not alone. I share my prison with over a dozen others. Most seem to be inhabitants of this place; I couldn’t tell you their peoples’ names, but I recognize a few from half remembered tales from my youth: stories of sadistic slavers from below who snatch wayward children in the night; of twisted, dwarf-like, creatures whose madness spreads to those around them; of dark, deep places where the everlasting sky is never seen.

There are a handful of surface folk here too. I recognize a mighty Dragonborn, an Orc, a Dwarf, a human, a Half-elf, and one who the others call a Gnome. When I first arrived I hoped that some might be powerful warriors or cunning sorcerers, but I’ve since realized that they are all as lost and helpless as I am.

There is no sky here. No stars to guide me.

There’s a good chance I may die deep in the dark.“

----------

Day 5

Ish notices a commotion across from him in the cell. The Human and half-elf speak to each other in hushed, but animated tones. The thing standing behind them, the “walking mushroom” he heard another prisoner refer to as a Myconid, seems… excited? At first Ish tries to ignore the trio, but then notices the big Orc moving toward the Myconid. The Orc is powerfully built, but he’s not terribly good at hiding his intentions. The Myconid must have something the Orc has decided should be his.

Trusting his instincts, Ish springs across the cell knocking the Half-elf and Human aside as he moves past them. Ish reaches the strange mushroom like Myconid, and not sure what kind of danger it might pose, simply lifts it up and places it to one side. The soil where it stood is disturbed. Ish quickly clears away the dirt and uncovers something of true value: a metal bar.

Ish picks up the bar and turns to face the approaching Orc. Ish reads his aggressive intent and without hesitation strikes him across the face with the metal bar. The Orc falls backward, bleeding from the nose, and in a daze. Ish stands at the ready in case the Orc needs further clarification regarding the local Orchish hierarchy. The Orc, still dazed, signals his understanding by not counter-attacking.
Nearby, the Half-elf says something to his Dragonborn companion, but neither move aggressively.

Ish begins to relax.

After days of not speaking, Ish turns to his cell mates while holding the metal bar before him and says, “We can escape using this. Do any of you have other hidden weapons or tools?”

For a moment, everyone is silent. Then the Dragonborn replies, “I have a silk rope”.

For the first time in days Ish feels an intoxicating rush of hope. They have tools, perhaps weapons… and most importantly, his cell mates have not been broken. Several have been secretly plotting against their captors!

Ish is overwhelmed by his emotions and barks at the Dragonborn, “Give me the rope”.

The Dragonborn looks at him and calmly asks, “What will you use it for”?

Ish impatiently replies, “We don’t have time to talk Dragonborn, we must act now! Give me the rope.”

At that moment Ish hears two Drow slavers approaching from the guard house. Ish quickly returns to his spot by the cell door and hides the metal bar behind him. He hopes no one is foolish enough to give away their secret in an attempt at securing favors from the slavers. Ish would rather not kill any of his cell mates if he can help it. Their skills and strength might be useful later.

Everyone remains silent as two Drow guards move to within a few paces of the cell bars. They appear annoyed. The smaller of the two looks at Ish and in heavily accented Common yells,

“You there, what’s going here!?”

Ish stares ahead, expressionless. The Drow guards becomes visibly annoyed. The taller one smirks. He raises his hand crossbow and fires a dart at Ish. Unable to dodge the projectile at such close range, Ish feels a renewed sense of despair come over him when the dart strikes his flesh.

As the world fades, he hears faint whispers in the dark.

----------

Day 6

… kill them all.

Ish wakes with a start. At first he is disoriented and struggles to understand where he is and how long he has been asleep.

Maybe it’s all been a nightmare?

Reality reaffirms itself. He is in a prison cell. In the Underdark.

The metal bar!

It’s still there. His cell mates did not take it while he was unconscious. For a moment Ish struggles to contain his surprise at the significance of their restraint.

Perhaps I’ve misjudged them.

Barbarian raiders are not known for trusting strangers. However, they are eminently practical and know that no warrior survives long without comrades-in-arms at their side.

Ish looks to the Gnome, and for the first time address her by name,
"Szai, why did you not attempt to escape while I slept?”…
Session: Game Session - Sunday, Mar 26 2017 from 4:00 PM to 8:30 PM
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Tags: Chronicle
Epic × 3!
See more posts...
Game Master:
1094917_thumb
Sam
Setting:
Forgotten Realms (5th)
96 other campaigns in this setting
Rule System:
Tags: