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Guerra e Paz
Manco corria desesperadamente até a chave. Não corria apenas pela sua vida, mas pela dos jovens companheiros recém encontrados. Amaldiçoou a perna coxa e as feridas impostas pelos Mantos Brancos que impediam sua antiga agilidade. Estava quase chegando à próxima sala, talvez se ele conseguisse a chave então tudo se resolveria…

Os pelos da nuca se arrepiaram, e o cheiro de enxofre familiar atingiu suas narinas. Ele sentiu o calor o envolvendo, mas continuou correndo avidamente. Se aguentasse um pouco mais talvez houvesse uma esperança. Apenas mais um pouco, enquanto as chamas corroiam sua carne. O homem que sobrevivera ao Underdark, a Górgonas, a inúmeras batalhas sem esperança de vitória. Logo agora que havia encontrado alguém digno de chamar de sucessor. As imagens do treino com Aemus tomaram sua mente de arrombo, a cada golpe ele avançava um passo no redemoinho infernal de chamas que o envolvia.

Mas já enganara a morte vezes demais para uma vida. Mesmo a última só fora possível por conta desses companheiros que o encontraram. “Já vai desistir, velho?” A voz de Aemus ecoou no fundo de sua mente. Isso significaria que o jovem morrera? “Seu velho inútil”, pensou. Foi tomado por fúria. Antes mesmo das chamas se extinguirem, não havia mais Manco, apenas ódio caminhando lentamente entre as labaredas. E quando elas se foram, nada restava além de carvão e cinzas.

Ao acordar, estava em um barco com seus companheiros. O que dizer? Como falar com eles? Impossível. Não depois de tamanha vergonha. Estariam os corredores de jade negro dos Mursaat ainda abertos a ele? Dificilmente. E se estivessem, como encará-los após tanto fracasso? Ainda tinha uma missão: purificar os Mursaat, matar os hereges, encontrar um herdeiro para o Manto e protege… olhou para Aemus à sua frente no barco. O jovem rumava decidido para o seu deus. Manco não poderia caminhar tão confiante sabendo que falhou com tamanha maestria.

Eram tragados pelos portais, por uma força hipnótica e tão inexorável quanto a própria morte. Aemus, Thetas e Movran pareciam encontrar paz e refúgio na vista de seus portais. Mas Manco não encontrava a mesma sensação de acolhimento, apenas culpa e raiva. Ainda assim, o portal o tragava, como exercendo um feitiço. Então correntes se agrilhoaram aos tendões de seus companheiros e eles foram puxados para o mar de prata. Novamente Manco podia apenas olhar impotente para a captura de seus aliados. Por que justo ele que não encontraria a paz de forma alguma fora poupado? Era alguma maldição que transcendia até mesmo o limiar da morte?

Novamente foi tomado por fúria. O encanto do portal se enfraquecera. Em compensação, o quinto portal, dos Infernos, ao meio, o chamava de forma cada vez mais intensa. Os demais pórticos desmoronaram. Manco permanecera no Purgatório, divido entre enfrentar o julgamento de seus deuses e a fuga fácil para os Internos.
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Genet Fouts
Posted in Lankhmar
A Most Welcome Lift
The baron’s coach approaches from the far end of the street. At the same time Varla ID’s Genet and calls out his name. The coach stops and the driver scans the crowded street. We flee! Someone unseen in the coach speaks with Varla. We don’t stick around to find out what they have to say.

We make it back to Nikhto’s and grab the rest of the cakes. We flee out the back door. Not much later we begin changing again.

Baroness Emilia Cordovna rescues us in her coach. She says the baron was laughing about people being transformed into animals. She took the coach into town to see what was going on. She takes us, in her coach, to Cassimere’s.

Cassimere laughingly tells us the effects are not permanent. His goal was to discredit Nikhto and believes he was successful because we were seen, transformed, out on the streets. The townspeople are now fearful of “monsters” roaming the streets. Margon and Flossin force feed Cassimere some random cakes and throw him out the door. Margon searches Cassimere’s records and doesn’t find anything incriminating. Flossin finds some rilks in a cash box. After an hour we revert back to our normal selves.

We take a private room at the Lucky Copper. Genet hears that the animal transformations have gone away because the guards tracked down the creature in the tenderloin district. The creature was killed by the guards. We hear a scream downstairs. A crimson mist seeps from under the door. Flossin and Ricky flee out the window. Genet breaths a bit of the red mist and is “fatigued”. Margon and Genet us a rope to exit the second story room. Margon breaks windows to help the red mist escape. Valen escapes and says the red mist came from the hearth. He believes the peat they burn is bad.

Flossin insists the red mist is not because of the peat.

Taris of the peat cutters is offering to hire anyone to track down the cause of the red mist. They suspect the wood cutters guild. They mention that one of the twelve member peat cutter crews is missing.

Flossin, Ricky, and Genet retreat to Flossin’s place. Billy Mulligan shows up at the door. Billy tells Flossin that he has Tyla’s money. He says he is being followed and that someone else is interested in Palp. He tells us Palp was found dead in his room. Palp was run through, not killed by the crimson mist. Billy leaves Flossin’s place. Ricky follows Billy and confirms that Billy is being followed by a thief. Billy loses whoever was following him. Ricky sees this and decides to follow the thief. The thief gives up the chase and goes into a pub. Ricky follows the thief into the pub. Bill comes to the pub and sits next to Ricky. Billy says the thief is from the Thieves Guild. The thief is new and was running with Palp.

Lady Emilia would like Lysa Oliver to come to a birthday event she is planning.

We take the contract with the Peat Guild to find the missing work crew. 5 rilks each up front, 5 rilks if we find useful info, plus 5 rilks if we have to fight. Watch out for salt spiders!
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Hiran
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....a pele se enrugou e logo se desmanchou abrindo caminho para as chamas de purificação. Exposta, a carne queimou e se encolheu perante enormidade do fogo e no fim restaram cinzas. O deleite de abraçar o fogo! E das cinzas renasci, renovado, purificado. Não há razão para temer ou sofrer, pois é a mais honrosa das mortes, que nos retorna à nossa origem primordial, que nos liberta o espírito do corpo podre ao qual só resta mesmo se tornar cinza.

E no fim, no firmamento da vida, me deparei com a verdade e por ela me purifiquei. Libertei-me da angústia das políticas dos templos que limitam a ação de Lathander e Amaunator, deuses iluminados de mãos atadas pelas excessivas regras das instituições. O fogo é livre, deve ser livre, não é uma ferramenta política, não é oportunista ou melindroso. É implacável, impetuoso, intenso, honesto, puro. E no portal da eternidade eu encarei os olhos flamejantes, que penetraram minha alma e queimaram os grilhões que prendiam. Na entrada dos salões infinitos da morte, foi Kossuth que estendeu suas labaredas e me ofereceu a transcendência. E ali eu teria mergulhado não fosse as vis e funestas garras de Anmar, o rei da carniça...ser arrastado de volta por seus imundos laços arde mais que a pele queimada.

Voltei....voltei. Pela maldição de Anmar, e acima de tudo, por vontade de Kossuth, pois se ele olhou nos meus olhos e permitiu meu retorno, eu sei que espera que eu seja seu mensageiro. O no breve instante que me separou da ascensão eu vi também a mãe do meu espírito, a ave sagrada do fogo, e a fênix me mostrou que minha missão está apenas começando. Se fui privado do abraço acalorado de suas asas, é por que ainda preciso portar sua vingança e consagrar essa terra coberta do lodo das maquinações e desejos impuros.

Sou renascido das cinzas, mensageiro do fogo e da vingança eterna, chama da purificação e da renovação da alma, e com as asas da fênix abraçarei o mundo e dele farei cinzas e este então renascerá renovado e puro. Das cinzas me levanto livre de ilusões para revelar a verdadeira justiça, liberto das algemas da ordem serei a pura essência do fogo. Honro ainda Lathander e Amaunator, e lutarei para manter sua luz brilhando, exaltarei o amanhecer e as esperanças renovadas, contemplarei o sol e sua radiância vital e me manterei fiel aos ideias de pureza da alma, mas serei o purificador de Kossuth.

Nas sábias palavras do General Mario, talvez a corrente realmente fosse uma piada. E eu me considero a maior parte dessa piada. Estava diante de mim e não pude ver. A corrente aprisiona, subverte a vontade da liberdade e a restringe a porões e masmorras imundas donde a luz passa longe. É instrumento de opressão, símbolo de prisão e escraviza corpo e alma dos fracos. Então, como elo dessa corrente eu era sim uma piada....fraco, contido, preso....não mais. Essa corrente não existirá mais, pois corrente também é uma arma. A Corrente abraçou o fogo e seus elos incandescentes serão reforjados à vontade dos seus membros e a Corrente será o açoite da justiça. E quem estiver em seu caminho......
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Belegor
Posted in Evernight
Escaping the Dungeon (Session 4)
Well, I suppose I had better start writing up my account of what has gone on in these dungeons so you don’t have to trust that crafty noble Tirondel’s stories. I haven’t bothered to read them, but I don’t doubt they include many an undeserved put down to me or one of our other teammates. Despite what he says, that guy isn’t always the brain and powerhouse of the team. I’ll try to give a more accurate description of the events of our kind of heroic quest.
We had finally made it. The Sa Karan Blood Stone was imbedded in the far wall. I was about to run towards it when I came to my senses and looked around. There were three dead bodies: a female Sun Priest, a half orc, and a handsome young gentleman in shining armor. Near them were the bodies of two monstrosities. They had three shell like legs, I guess, that all converged on a circular center, which had a gaping mouth facing the ground. There was no chance, though, that they were still alive. It looked like these three, presumably the Scarlet Riders, had put up quite a fight.
As I investigated the man’s body, I discovered that sadly, he did appear to have passed away. As I was looking for signs that might show who he was, I heard a yell from behind me. I turned around to see Tirondel, holding his hands out, the remnants of a burst of fire quickly fading from behind a monster that seemed to be the same as the ones lying dead on the floor. It was spinning like a top, with the leg like things rotating like a motor above the head, which was violently spinning on the ground. I pulled out my sword, just as the monster’s rotating legs struck Snowy across the chest. They left a bad mark. Looking around, I noticed that there was a large hole in the ceiling. It appeared that the monster had gotten the drop on us.
Tirondel shot a burst of fire at it again, but it seemed to have no effect. It lashed out at Thomdril, but Snowy muttered an incantation that seemed to make its attack miss. Tirondel shouted at us not to attack it. Did he mean to show mercy to it? For some reason, Thomdril listened and stayed his blade. I, however, ignored his order and attempted to strike at it with my shortsword. I hit it, but the shell protecting the creature’s insides stopped it from going deep enough to do any damage.
The creature again turned towards Snowy, but Tirondel yelled another incantation and coils of earth came out of the ground and wrapped around the creature’s legs, stopping it in its tracks. Thomdril now struck at it, realizing that there had been no need to pause in the first place, and his great axe broke through the shell, doing the first damage to it of the whole fight. I took this chance and swung at it alongside Snowy, but again, our strikes just bounced off of the shell.
Tirondel scoffed at us, though it seemed completely unreasonable considering he had done no more than us, and while hanging back safely too. He then shot a third blast of fire at the creature, and this one hit, scorching it through completely. While he had just stayed back until the end and stolen the kill, I had to begrudgingly admit that it was a quite masterful display of fire magic, though I would never admit that to his face.
The fight finally over, Thomdril went and pried the blood stone out of the wall, and we went back to looking at the bodies. We found numerous magical items, which we had Snowy identify. The handsome man I was observing turned out to have a quite strong magical longsword, a magical amulet, and a signet ring proving him to be a member of the house of Galstaff. He almost surely was Trabyan, and he was dead.
Whispering a prayer to him, I took the longsword and promised to do good with it, in his honor. The amulet I gave to Tirondel, a reminder to him of my kindness and generosity. I also figured that if we were accused of killing Trabyan and his companions and looting their bodies, I could blame him, but I convinced myself that that wasn’t the main reason. We allowed Thomdril to keep the blood stone and the maul that he had picked up from the dead half-orc. I left the signet ring on Trabyan’s body and prepared to begin the long trek back, now with Trabyan’s body in tow.
Before we could start moving, though, we heard a loud rumbling sound and a large crack appeared in the ceiling. Rocks started raining down. Tirondel yelled, “Earthquake!”, which I though seemed rather pointless, as this could hardly be mistaken for anything else. As we ran, jumping from rock to rock, I unfortunately had to leave Trabyan’s body in the room so that it wouldn’t encumber me in my escape.
We jumped over the pit trap from earlier, but rocks were falling down the tunnel. It seemed we wouldn’t be able to escape this way. Tirondel yelled that we had to get back to the spider tunnel. We jumped back over the pit trap and fled back down the tunnel. We each looked for notches in the rock for us to hide in, each found one that looked like it would work, and hid in them.
We stayed there for a while, waiting for the rumbling to stop. None of us were willing to get out even once it did, for fear that some rocks might not have settled down quite yet. Eventually though, we worked up the nerve to get out, and we walked back up the slope. We looked up the tunnel, but there was no way we would be able to make our way up it. The rubble completely filled it, so that clearing it would be a lengthy task, one which we did not have anywhere near enough rations to keep us going long enough to complete anyway.
We climbed up the hallway and were able to make it back to the room where we had left the bodies, only to find that the back half of the room along with the wall that the blood stone had been embedded in had collapsed, and far below, there was a stream. I found Trabyan’s body again, which was no easy task, as the floor and the bodies were almost completely covered in rubble, and I took the signet ring from his finger and put it in my pocket. I felt bad about having to do this, but we couldn’t carry his body back in this shape. It would be a hard enough journey without extra weight. At least with this ring, we could prove that we’d found him.
Tirondel suggested that we climb down to the stream. We tied a rope between myself and Thomdril, who was the only one of us with any experience climbing, and I cast a spell on myself to boost my own climbing abilities. After all, one misstep here could mean our doom. We climbed down slowly, section of the cliff by section, with Thomdril and I alternating between the top of the climb and the bottom, and eventually made it down to the stream.
We got in a line with me in front and started to follow the stream, hoping it would lead us to an exit, but the space we had slowly lessened, until all of us but Thomdril were reduced to crawling. The space was slowly closing in, but we had to push on. If we turned back now, there was no guarantee that we would find another way out.
For some reason, this trek was really tiring me out. Every movement was a struggle, but I pushed onward. As time went by, we regretted not bringing more food and water. We hadn’t yet been reduced to attempting to drink the water from the stream, but we were close. The only liquid any of us had brought was Snowy’s liquor, which he didn’t have much of. He shared a drink with Thomdril.
Finally, the space closed. A wall of large boulders blocked our path, and the stream just went through small cracks in them. Still, we had to keep moving onward. We formed an assembly line to clear out the rocks, and after a full hour, finished. I was incredibly fatigued by this point, and the only thing keeping me going was my loyalty to my friends.
Now, though, the water was getting deeper and faster. While this was a good sign that meant that the stream at least didn’t end very soon, Thomdril’s height that had aided him earlier now meant that he was practically swimming so that he wouldn’t go below the surface of the water. If this turned into rapids, it would be almost as bad as the stream ending, as was our concern before. The only good news was that by some kind of miracle, I was feeling almost fully rejuvenated. Then came a bend in the river. I scouted around it, and found that the river came to a waterfall.
As I looked over the edge, I saw that it went down about 10 feet. The drop would be no problem, but the worst part came after that. There was a whirlpool at the bottom, and the river led from there to the side. Luckily, there was an opening to a tunnel across the whirlpool. It was the first dry ground I’d seen in what felt like days. To get to it, though, we would have to cross the whirlpool, and if we failed, we’d be pulled down the stream to the right, and most likely would not survive.
I waded back to the others and relayed this information. They came up and we all took a moment to decide what to do. Finally, I came up with a plan. I tied the rope around my waist and handed the other end to Tirondel. Then I cast a spell on all of us to boost all of our climbing abilities. Our plan was this: I would climb across the wet rocky walls to the other side. Then I and one of the others would hold onto the rope so that the others could climb across it.
I started climbing across the sheer rocky walls. They were slippery, but I was eventually able to make it. I held up the rope, which was just long enough to go across the entire whirlpool. On the other side, Thomdril kept hold of it. Snowy decided to go first, but instead of climbing hand by hand, he began to walk across it like a tightrope.
I watched as he made it halfway across, and then looked down. I saw him go pale, and then cursed myself for forgetting. Snowy had an irrational fear of water. He lost his balance, then wobbled back and forth, trying to stay on. His attempts were futile, though, and he fell from the rope. True, it wasn’t going the way we had planned it, but he could still swim to my side safely. At least, that was the hope. Then we saw the cave gnashers.
They must have crept up sneakily, waiting to attack whoever fell in. There were eight of them, and Snowy landed right in the middle of them. Three of them climbed up the rocks on either side of the waterfall and bit at Thomdril and Tirondel, but they all missed. One bit at me and it hit me, but did no significant damage. At the moment, at least, I was more worried about Snowy, who was attacked by the remaining four and sank under the water.
My instinctive pull to help kicked in, and I jumped in after Snowy, taking a hit from the cave gnasher that had hit me earlier in the process. I cast a healing spell on Snowy, and could only pray that it had helped. I took a defensive stance, putting my body and my sword in the way, blocking the cave gnashers from being able to deal any more damage to Snowy.
They attacked again, but didn’t do much. I saw one get knocked off the above ledge and fall down, getting impaled on its comrade’s spear. I cut one’s head off and Snowy, moving again, swung at one but missed. One hit me, but I shrugged it off. No matter what, I would protect my friends.
Then I saw three icy bolts fly from the above ledge, presumably from Tirondel, and freeze through three of the remaining five cave gnashers. As the other two, realizing that they were outmatched, turned to run, I cut down the one on my level, as Tirondel took down the one above.
We had won. The cave gnashers had been defeated, Snowy had been saved, and the other two were able to get over to our side with no incident. Finally, we were back on dry land (or dry stone) and could see a glimmer of hope. We would get out of there and live to see another day.
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Genet Fouts
Posted in Lankhmar
Ill Fortune, Sweet Desserts
Flossin accompanied Tyla to meet Tyla’s thieves guild contact. Tyla persuaded his thieves guild contact into paying 65 silver smerduks and a voucher for the best fortune teller in town instead of the full 125 (he had no magic beans to sell that day). 60 will be paid later. The fortune teller Nikhto usually gives a really good dessert at the end of the telling. The contact tells us that Palp has gone to ground and that the hit on Leela was not sanctioned by the guild. He also advises us to be cautious about inquiring about the hit as the guild will be looking into it as well and may not look favorably at our interference. The contact is disappointed that the Eye of the Universe isn’t glowing as it was initially described to him.

Two beggars ask Margon about the red smoke. They were afraid and thought Margon would know some encouraging information about it. Margon gives them two smerduks each and sends them on their way. Margon later walks up to someone looking down on their luck and offers to direct him to a safe place to spend the night. Git, the beggar, says he would prefer to stay near the church of Mortis Dei as he feels it is safer with the red mist and child snatchers about. Eventually. Margon convinces Git to go to the Carnival of the Forgotten to spend the night. On the way there, Git mentions that the Church of the Eye still appears to have the Eye of the Universe. Rumors around town is that the red smoke is from burning bad peat.

Rafe has some visitors knocking on his door. Its Quiammch from the Sorcerer’s Guild along with two others. Rafe invites Quiammch inside while the other two wait outside. Quiammch says he did his father a favor by allowing his son into the guild. Quiammch asks Rafe if he was responsible for the deaths of the thugs in the alley. It looked like the work of a sorcerer since the thugs’ faces were burned off. Rafe reminds Quiammch that he was the one inquiring at the guild about what happened to the thugs. Quiammch is satisfied with Rafe’s answer and tells him to report any information directly to him. Quiammch confides that the no one in the guild is responsible and that there appears to be a new player in town. A new player that is doing some unsanctioned work.

Ricky comes home. His neighbor says a gentleman stopped by named Bernard. She says that Bernard, the captain of the Solemn Vow, told her he would wait for Ricky in the cafe across the street. Ricky closes the door and packs his things. He will move to a new place as soon as possible.

Nikhto, middle aged women wrapped in multi-colored shawls tells each of us our fortunes. Tyla notes that she hasn’t aged in all the years he has been in Lankhmar.

Morgon -the death of someone close to you will lead you to an unclean place
Flossin Javits -You will stumble over some unexpected wealth
Tyla Deepneau -Expect word from your sister by sea. The first will be second and the second will be first.
SobRicky” Riquet -The room darkens and she says “The dark omen, a dark creature bursts through you”!
Rafe Skurlocke -You must beware the mask lest your enemies see more than you.
Genet Fouts -No, the answer to Leela’s death lays at Rafe’s feet. Do not expect rescue from your own hands, but from others.

The cake afterwards is amazing. We each receive a fortune in our cakes.

Tyla and Genet feel nauseous after eating the cake. Tyla’s face changes and he now has a snout and his tongue hangs out. Has the loyal hindrance and strong willed edge. -4 charisma. Genet’s right hand turns into a hoof. Hindrance all thumbs and fleet footed edge. Ricky’s left leg bends the wrong way. Hindrance stubborn and edge fleet footed. Flossin gains a foxes tail and the curious hindrance. Rafe gains a lion’s main, whiskers and teeth. Bloodthursty hindrance and brave edge. -4 to charisma. Margon’s body is covered by short fur and his face is now mouse like. Yellow hindrance and yellow edge.

We all have -4 charisma unless we successfully hide our deformities.

Tyla tells the rest of us about the mask.

Well all go to the Carnival of the Forgotten to retrieve the mask. The city watch were called because one of Tyla’s charges saw someone searching the orphanage. The person fled before the guards arrived.

Our disfigurement alarmingly progresses.

The mask is gone from the safe, but all the money is still there.

We go back to Niktho’s to find out what is happening to us. She leaves a note on the door saying she is away from her shop for lunch. We track her down at a café. Flossin and Ricky speak to her while the rest of us wait. She implicates Cassimere, a seed sower. He was a disgruntled customer of hers. He had a thriving business and she told him a fortune that his business would not go well. His business, the Rainy Day, is subsequently failing. She thinks Cassimere blames her and is having someone curse her cakes.

We confront Cassimere at his shop. He confesses with glee. He wants everyone to suffer who patronizes Niktho’s. He accuses her of lying and wants to destroy her business. His pride and joy is a beautiful white rose bush. Flossin threatens the rose bush as leverage. Cassimere says to lift the curse, he will need the rest of Niktho’s cakes. Cassimere hired the mage Afri the Unanointed -a mingle.

We head to Nikhto’s to get the rest of the cakes.
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