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Addendum: Brebis Égarées
Voici la liste des aventuriers qui m'ont aidé à tuer Gaedren Lamm

Dragu: Ce pauvre Dragu à tout pour se retrouver parmi les menaces à notre ville. Il est un Varicien, un sorcerer, un soulon, un joueur de cartes et il à été expulsé de sa seule chance à un emploi correct quand il fut mis dehors de son école de cuisson.

Malgré tout ses défauts, Dragu à un sens moral correct. La route sera longue mais je suis certain qu'il pourrait devenir un noble héro juste et équitable. On va devoir commencer par ses excess de beuveries.


???: Cet enfant semble avoir été élevé par des animaux. Il dit qu'il a été fait prisonnier de Gaedren pendant un temps. Son cerveau à sûrement subi des séquelles. Il aurait besoin, dans l'ordre, d'un bain, de linge et de sort curatif pour le faire sortir de son atavisme.

C'est un garçon fort et résistant et je me doit de le surveiller et de l'éduquer avant qu'il ne soit perdu dans le vice et la corruption qu'on retrouve dans la ville.


Nalgar Férinn: C'est un nain typique. Il aime boire, se battre et se promener dans les égoûts. Je doûte être capable de faire quoique ce soit pour lui mais tant qu'il est prêt à frapper ceux qui veulent me faire du tort, je vais continuer de l'aider dans notre quête mutuelle de justice.


Baltazar: Sans contredit celui qui aurait le plus besoin de se convertir à la Déesse du Destin, je soupçonne qu'il va refuser très longtemps d'acceuillir la déesse dans son coeur. c'est un homme (pas un elfe ou unbarbare) qui, je présume, a grandit dans notre belle ville avec une bonne éducation (il a une idde ce qui est bien et mal) qui s'est, malgré tout ses atouts, tourné vers une vie de crime.

Il parle pas beaucoup mais je suis convaincu qu'il reste de l'espoir pour lui. j'espère bien que les aventures sont une erreur de jeunesse et qu'il va rentrer dans le droit chemin.


Donc, vous voyez que ma tâche est imposante. Que Pharasme me vienne en aide!
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Can i politely suggest that all posts avoid jargon. Noone needs to hear terms like tank, buffer and blaster when we are playing a game we know intimately, it may put some off content. Now away i go to port with my buffed wiz :)
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Hi Ragir, the rest of you guys not know how to use forums... Lesson for beginners to be hosted in the basement by ... oh the IT expert hasn't posted either :)
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Brother Maynard's Chronicle: Une Rencontre fortuite
In nomine Madri et Fortuna Sancti, amen. Mes recherches pour trouver Gaedren Lamm et retrouver le petit Valen ont enfin porté fruit dans des circonstances des plus bizarre. Je crois que Pharasme elle-même à orchestré la situation.

Tout à commencé quand le fantôme de Zellara, une tireuse de carte, m'a donné rendez-vous à son domicile. Là, j'ai fait la rencontre de 4 brebis égarées. j'ai rapidement compris qu'ils avait un bon coeur mais que leurs âmes avait vécu des épreuves qui les ont fait dévier du chemin de la Déesse (que son nom soit sanctifié). Ils étaient tous réunis pour se venger de Gaedren Lamm pour diverse raisons.

Pour plus de détails sur ces fidèles-serviteurs-en-devenir, voir ma note dans une autre entrée.

Une fois réunis, le fantôme de Zellara nous est apparu en chair et en os. Elle nous à pointé le chemin vers Gaedrem et nous somme parti immédiatement pour le confronter car, comme dit la Déesse, tempus fugit.

Nous avons affronter les servant de Gaedrem dans une vielle poissonerie délâbrée. Une de ces âmes malveillante à bien failli tuer manu militari votre humble serviteur qui à bien cru que sa rencontre avec la Déesse était venu. Mais le destin en a voulu autrement, que Pharasme soit bénie!

Nous avons trouvé des enfant malnourri, amochés et au seuil de la mort. Je suis heureux de rapporter que les enfants ont été sauvé, certains in extremis. Je suis aussi heureux de vous apprendre que le jeune Valen était parmi ce nombre. Il est retourné auprès de sa famille au moment où j'écris ces lignes.

Avec l'aide de mes compagnons, j'ai confronté Gaedren in media res dans un sous-basement. Gaedren à été terrassé par une flèche dans un acte de Deus ex machina qui l'a vu tomber dans la gueule de son propre alligator.

J'imagine que Pharasme lui réserve un jugement approprié à sa vie de crime. Que la Déesse soit loué! Quant à mes compagnons d'armes, ils ont une aura de destin autour d'eux. Je crois bien que la Déesse leur réserve bien des aventures pour enlever les tâches impures sur leurs
âmes noble.

Que la déesse rende votre destin intéressant!

Brother Maynard
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Chapter XXVIII: The Hand of Bane
The party was met with thunderous welcome in Sanctuary. It had been nearly six months since they left the city for Yssgelund. They left as heroes of Sanctuary, but return as guardians and leaders of the Rankan Empire.

Titus was quickly ushered off with Molin Torch-holder, the head priest of Sanctuary. The Dawn-Celebrant had never before visited the city; this was a time of great celebration! Unfortunately, Titus didn't feel the same way. With his new powers, he could feel the pain in the city; mothers with sick or wounded sons; families torn apart during this war; disease-ridden streets. Everyone called out for Pelor's aid. With the Dawn-Celebrant present, those calls were evne louder.

With the immediate focus on Titus, Balthasar releshed in the silence. He took a quiet stroll through the gladiatorial pits, walked along the Maze, and ultimately ended up in the temple district. This area was not so quiet, however. The denizens of Sanctuary gathered around to witness the Dawn-Celebrant at the site of Raylos' sacrifice.

Tristan stood before the small shrine built for his father, "No matter what I do, I cannot forget you. You're a burden on my soul". Titus guided his horse out into the center of the now destroyed temple. Something pulled him along. He dismounted off the horse before feeling the divine spark within him come alive! All around, people witnessed the Dawn-Celebrant call forth radiant light, summoning crystal shards from within the ground. The Dawn-Celebrant meticulously put each shard together, reforming the Tear of Pelor.

Balthasar was quite angry at witnessing this. He quickly moved out to speak with his friend, "What have you done, Titus!", he said with every attempt at keeping calm. "I do not know." was all Titus responded with, walking by Balthasar and heading into the newly built temple of Pelor.

Balthasar turned to Tristan, who looked as if he was going to cut down his father's shrine. The two did their best to come to terms with their plight, but Tristan still held that dangerous look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Garr spent some well-earned time drinking away at the Vulgar unicorn. Tristan eventually found his way there and shared a few drinks with the barbarian, but nothing more. Garr slipped upstairs with the barmaid, Mary.

After a long discussion with Molin, Titus made his decision. The old man would accept the title Radiant Sunlord, and run the church in the absence of the Dawn-Celebrant. He shared a drink with the old priest and then slipped down to the docks to size up the Wastrel and her crew.

To his surprise, Gaelen was already there, speaking with the captain, Zaporova. He greeted Titus, and shared a bottle of wine with him. "Azurian summerwine, aged 25 years. I have been saving this bottle for a special occasion and I cannot think of a more fitting moment; we're about to sail into hel's mouth, herself.", Zaporova chuckled. "Do you know how I got this bottle? Of course you do not, we hardly know eachother. I was a young pirate on another man's ship. We had attacked a merchant vessel about 15 years ago. It was my first raid. The assault was so expertly handled that my captain awarded me with this bottle. No life was lost on either side; I simply cowered them into submission. I have kept it with me as a reminder. Fear is an effective tool, often moreso than the sword."

Titus enjoyed the drinks and agreed that this crew would be sufficient in aiding them. The next morning the heroes found themselves onboard the Wastrel, sailing for the Lost kingdom of Azuria.

The trip was mostly uneventful, save for an interesting encounter between Zaporova and Tristan. As it turned out, Zaporova was a devout follower of the teachings of Bane. He mocked the adolesence of Tristan, "You stand around complaining that the gods impose their will upon you, yet you do nothing to break that. You whine about sacrifice and control, yet you misunderstand Bane's teachings. Take what you want. Go forth and conquer." Tristan responded spitefully, "And you, Jubal's lap-dog, what is it you have conquered?" "I have conquered the seas. No plunder or pillage occurs that I have not authorized and been paid."

Tristan pondered this, but his skepticism would not die, "And how does any of this make you different than the followers of Zehir?". Zaporova smiled, "Who cares? Bane does not tire with the other's bid for power. He takes what he wants and looks favorably on those who do the same." "I will think on this, old man. Thank you for opening my eyes.", Tristan spent much of his time with Zaporova after that. Continuing his education of the Conqueror.

The attack came suddenly. Only miles from the coast of Azuria, a Beysibian catamaran assaulted and latched on to the Wastrel; Zealots rushed aboard killing many crewmembers. The heroes were shaken from sleep at the sounds of battle and rushed to the upper deck to join the carnage. The Yuan-ti were led by a Disciple of Zehir, one of the most deadly Malison lords. His pheremones incited the other Yuan-ti, but made breathing hard for the heroes.

Through the fight, Gaelen noticed the weather taking a bad turn. The Yuan-ti were controlling the weather! Lightning rained down upon the Wastrel, igniting the ship in flame. With the battle won, the survivors made quick escape to the catamaran. Unfortunately, they lost all supplies and most of their gear and armor.

With the Yuan-ti dead, the weather subsided. They were adrift in the sea, but they were alive. Zaporova was badly wounded and would have died were it not for Tristan. He unstrapped his black gauntlet and tossed it to the young lord, "This was always yours, boy. I just carried it for a while."

All looked toward the shore and said silent prayers to whatever they believed in.
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