The Omens of Talum-Kai

From Eldura to Now
Dear God This Post is long

Main Points

  • You got your rings from a lady named Eldura, she asked you to look for the three Omens and destroy them. They are: The Silver Flame, The Blind Crow, The Broken Axe.
  • You got some cool items
  • You fought a Circus Ringmaster that turned out to be a weird Mad Scienticst. He had crazy contraptions and weird hybrid monsters all of which had the Silver Flame symbol somewhere on it. After bringing the tent down the now revealed Prof. Tallow convinced you not to kill him and you found out that he really doesn't like Lia.
  • Lia stole his car and bug
  • You all met back up to stop a heist at the Throsh Bank but merely robbed what was left and found a dead guy in the back witht a silver rose dart in the neck.
  • You saw a light in the sky that branched off in four directions, one straight up, three streatching out to the horizon in different directions, fromt eh tallest tower in Tornak.
  • When you quesitoned Tallow, he couldn't help with any information on the Silver Rose Assasin or the Holy Path, but he did react to the lights in the sky and kept telling you that there was very little time left, Karthset may already be on his way.
  • You dropped him off at the police station and took a long rest.

Feel free to read the more indepth version below but the above points are very cruicial.

<u>Eldura’s Cave</u>

The cave sparkled with inexplicable gems. Lights from nowhere permeated the darkness of the cavern laying soft delicate patina on the cavern floor, the travelers, and the white haired woman who faced them. 
“I am Eldura, I have been waiting for a long time.” She motioned to the group to come closer. Few moved but an inch. “Who are you?” Balthazar asked, his tone of annoyance clear and bright. “Again, I am Eldura, and I have summoned you here to help me.” Atalanta gazed around the room, bored. Balthazar rolled his eyes. Sakaald became curious if watchful. Wrax smiled, his life being guided by the direction of the wind, this seemed as decent a gust as any to be blown away by. Wren waited with intent. Lia, at the back, remained cool, but missed not a moment. 
“That is not what I meant and you know it.” The period on Balthazar’s words hung in the air, pulsing with the tension of the group. Eldura relented, she stretched out her hands and did her best to explain “I brought you here for selfish reasons.” “Damn right you did.” Atalanta’s attention refocused on Eldura, her monologue senses tingling. “I thought I ended the darkness with my death, I now see that my efforts to conceal the truth should have been spent destroying it.”
Atalanta cut in, “We don’t need to hear your life story, we get it, you are a lady who needs something, but what do we get in return?” “You don’t understand my dear Atalanta, It is necessary for you to have a full comprehension, or at least some understanding” Eldura attempted but again she was cut off. “Why should I care?”
“What is your deepest desire?” Eldura’s words cooled the room. Silence. “Tell me aloud, or tell me alone, what is your deepest desire? I ask, because if you choose to help me, if you choose to find and destroy the Omens, as I should have done, I promise, your path will lead to your deepest desire. It is all I can offer.”
The group regarded each other, then sat in single thought. One by one they walked forward to the white haired lady. Lia, Sakaald, Atalanta, Wren and Balthazar spoke, but Eldura kept their words silent. Only Wrax spoke openly, “Three squares and a flop, I’ll be good.” As each left her presence, openly trusting their heart’s desire to the unknown, warmth spread through their bodies. Their injuries began to heal, their hearts began to lift, a sense of contentment and purpose, a feeling previously unknown to some of them, settled in their minds.
“Long ago, my most trusted soldiers scoured the land, rooting out darkness and bringing peace to the world. I charge you, blessed adventurers, to take up my mantle, find the Omens: The Silver Flame, The Broken Axe, The Blind Crow. Destroy them, and cast darkness out of Ageron, forever. Those who accept, come forward and claim your ring.” Eldura opened her hands, six golden rings sat waiting.
They each took one. As they did Eldura chimed “You can even customize them however you like, this was just my default design.” The group set about making their rings unique. Some blackened the metal, others made them shiny or wooden. As they changed and altered their rings each noticed the interior. There was an inscription. Their names, in a strange runic script, with an attached honorific; Eldura’s Men.
“Eld Freishan, Older than Old Freishan. The first language of Ageron. You can now read it, and understand its power.” Eldura had noticed the groups confusion, but after this simple explanation she waved her hands. “Now go, Find the Omens. Save the world.”
The Laughing Pig was bustling. The evening revelry was in full swing as the bar maids and taps flowed. Seated around a table near the back, unseen or perhaps put a better way oblivious to, Six travelers came too. Food was on the table, mugs of ale and wine in their hands. The head of the table sat at the edge of the raised area of the bar in which they were seated, so that Atalanta stood eyelevel and a part of the seated group.  On their hands were the rings. In their heads confusion. 
As the night wore on each made their way to their room, or stable. Each pondered, in their own way, their new mission.
<u>An Invitation to the Circus</u>
The morning was met with renewed energy. Sakaald and Wrax spent their morning wandering the city while the rest of the group woke up slowly, reconvening in the quiet taproom. As the four sat munching, a messenger approached. “I am looking for a Lia I believe?” Lia was slow to identify herself. The messenger, not much for conversation himself passed her a small package and took his leave. 
Inside the package was a small door card and six tickets. Alonzo Kalarupti’s Amazing Monstrous Marvel’s Circus, was emblazoned in gold on the striped purple and blue background of the door card. Time and location marked below. A few testimonials spotted the card, but what drew her attention was the mark, in black ink, on the back of the card. In Eld Freishan it said simply, Silver flame. The inscrutable symbol that had marked so many of Lia’s previous days now sat plain as day. Silver Flame.
The group asked about Alonzo Kalarupti, but Lia could offer no answer. She had hunches, thoughts, but no definitive answer. Wren, studying the show times, became annoyed. His show was suppose to be taking place in the center of town at the same time as this Kalarupti’s matinee. Resolved to not let this circus steal his thunder he proffered an idea. “Why don’t we go out and put up more of my flyers, we could do some shopping or searching along the way, but If I can throw up a few more of these then maybe I won’t lose to many people to this guys Circus.”
The group agreed, for the most part, and set out into town. They walked around, Wren  putting up posters, other buying odds and ends, but Balthazar, not finding anything much to his liking, lead the group away from the center of the city. After winding through tight alleys and darkened streets, they stopped at a small shop on Madras Alley. 
The two story wooden structure leapt out from the surrounding cramped alley, begging for passersby to take a look. The top floor was half timbered with white infill typical of many homes in Tornak, but the first floor was carved wood and brick. The carvings were exquisite, many depicted interesting epic moments, some scenes pulled from a farce, and even a few that were outright obscene. The carvings bordered the darkened glass windows behind which sat the oddest assortment of items: a pair of antlers, several books on ketchup, a small statue of a sword wielding Dragonborne, a tin case with Herrata painted on the top, a broken horseshoe, a bronzed poop.  The door, set with multicolored glass like a jester’s kit, sat under a sign which read, A Mana of Speaking.
The four of them made their way inside. Behind the counter a man sat talking to a flying book. He was rather jovial, introduced himself as Chowder, and offered the group several of the oddest sounding but most interesting items they had ever encountered. They bought up as many as they could and left, Chowder calling after them to return anytime. 
The day was getting on. So the four of them regrouped with Wrax and Sakaald and followed Wren to his stage.
Wren cleared an area in the middle of a well trafficked square. He called out to his audience and began to perform his tricks. Arrows flew. Objects were hit, Sparks and fireworks flew, the crowd, and even some of the group, were visibly impressed. As Wren’s last trick shot burst apart his targets in a shower of golden sparks, one man’s claps continued long past the crowd’s cheers.
Alonzo Kalarupti stepped out of the crowd. For it could be no one but Alonso Kalarupti. Dressed in a bright red jacket with curled tails, a wide blue moustache and beard and a tricorn heavily plumed hat, the circus master began to laugh and call to the small marksman. “So, you are the one who cleared out my matinee?” he continued to chuckle. “I had seen your fliers up around town and when my audience kept bleeding away I thought I’d at least come and see the man costing me my fame.” Again, he laughed, mirth and joy flowing like warm sunlight. 
He noted Wrens skill, and commended him again. He asked if Wren would be interested in joining his troupe. Wren, unsure about this strange man, made no commitment but it was clear his interest was piqued. Alonzo took no offense. He instead offered Wren and his friends tickets to the show. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind and travel with us after you’ve seen my monstrous marvels.” Alonzo winked and set off back to his circus, leaving the group to ponder the strange man.
With two sets of tickets in toe, and after a bit of bickering on whether they should even go to the circus, the group made their way to the open field where the tent had been erected. Before they walked in, though, they decided to check the tickets Lia had received against the tickets Alonzo had just given Wren, and found a curious magic around Lia’s. Responsible heroes, when given troubling magical items, dispose of them properly or research the nature of the magic inside them. Eldura’s men set about scalping the seemingly cursed tickets and made a few lanterns in return. 
Atalanta caught out of the side of her eye some centaurs milling around the back of the tent. They seemed to be applying paint and costume armor to each other. As the rest of the party made their way inside the yellow and blue striped big top, she trotted over to say hello.
The blue and green centaur welcomed their sister gladly. Atalanta asked about the nature of the show and they told her a little. Their piece, it seemed, was a recreation of a battle the centaurs had fought many centuries ago against the elves and lost, but it has been brought back to life on this stage. Atalanta suggested that maybe, instead of losing this time they improvise and win. The centaurs seemed to be taken with that idea, and talked about the possibility as Atalanta moved back into the tent to join her friends in the stands.
The lights dimmed, and the show began. Alonzo Kalarupti stepped out center stage, he called out for cheers, they were given, he called out for boos, they too were thrown. He wove a tale of cities in the clouds and riders of winged monsters, and as he spoke hippogriffs with humans astride flew out of the back of the tent and began to perform incredible aerial acrobatics. The Flying Carpaccios were a wonder to behold.
They were soon followed up by the Fantastic Linguinis. Their trained rabbits bounced and hopped and somersaulted around the tent. Jumping from tight rope to tight rope, and swinging with their masters on the trapeze. 
The Strong Strombolis were last, and they came out with large elephants and bug bears to fight the warrior centaurs. They lead the charge against what they assumed were willing losers, but chaos soon erupted. The centaurs took the Strombolis easily, subdued the bugbears and attempted to corral the elephants. Soon, with the act in disarray, Kalarupti interrupted and ushered the actors off stage. 
It took some time but eventually Alonzo got the crowd back under control and brought the attention back to focus on him and him alone. “Ladies and Gentlemen” he began, “I apologize for the confusion and mistakes of the Strombolis, but trust me when I say that the first portion of our show is only a taste. For you have seen many fantastic things, acrobats who perform feats few of us could even dream of attempting. But this is not Alonzo Kalaruptis Amazing Acrobats, no. I promised you monsters, I’ll give you monsters. “
The lights dimmed again. A singular spot light on Alonzo. “Look ladies and gentlemen at the real monsters!” Lights came on, focusing on six people in the audience. Their looks of confusion plain to see, as Alonzo began to laugh. Softly at first, then louder to an insane pitch and speed. The crowd stayed dead silent. Kalarupti’s laughs died slowly, to be replaced by a low, calm, even voice. “It seems my dear Lia was smart enough to pass her tickets off to you lovely folks. I actually thought that I would get to see my favorite group of gladiators again, but alas it seems that you will have to bear their burden instead.”
The lights changed from a pale blue to a hot orange burning the unfortunate audience members to cinders. At the same time, Kalarupti sprouted two rotary blades from his back and began to rise into the air. “I know you are here Lia! It is I Professor Tallow! And I will bring this tent down before I let you escape alive.” He did not have any idea how right he was. 
The Carpaccios came back out into the ring. Their hippogrifs mutated and transformed into hideous beasts. Atalanta, who had been near to the ring entrance, was caught in a chain bomb and thrown to the floor. Before the group could fully react to this attack, one noticed that Lia had disappeared. Rather than overthink it, Balthazar, Wren and Sakaald rushed from their positions to fight.
Wrax? Wrax went outside. He took out his axe and began to chop. One rope after another. Chop. Chop. Chop.
Inside, Wren managed to knock Tallow out of the sky. As he bent and tried to fix his pack the rest of the group fought the hippogriffs back, Atalanta slowly figuring out how to stand up. Once she did though, she called forth a beam of moonlight which encircled and burned Tallow as he rose back into the air. 
Soon the Linguinis joined. Merging with their rabbits to become hybrid monsters that sprinted around the circus floor and tight ropes. Sakaald, engaging with the rabbits on the tight ropes, managed to hit one as it attempted to swing across the trapeze. He cut the wire under another causing it to fall to its death. 
Balthazar fired blast after blast, wounding and knocking his opponents to the ground. There was a point blank monster fight, but Balthazar has asked me to keep certain… misses… off the record. 
Wren fired at Tallow again, knocking him out of the sky. At the same moment, the elephant and bug bears from the Strombolis, twisted and mutated made their way onto the circus stage. Before they could do much of anything, half of the tent collapsed, trapping them under its enormous weight. Atalanta rushed out, along with Sakaald and Blathazar. Wren and Tallow, though, became trapped under the tent as the second half fell. 
When the dust cleared, and Wren extracted from the folds of the tent tarp, the group weighed heavily the options of killing Tallow on the spot or, as Tallow so persistently kept saying, use him for information. They decided to take the highroad and threw him into their secret prison in Porfiry’s hideout. 
They slept in shifts, keeping an eye on him, and waited for Lia’s return. 

<u>Lia Alone</u>

It was during the first act when Lia’s suspicions were roused. The invitations, the monsters, all of it seemed a little too familiar. The second act solidified her suspicions. The chaos of the third act gave Lia the opening she needed. While everyone was focused on the uncontrolled rebellion, she quietly made her exit. Lia made her way to the area behind the stands. If something was going to happen she was confident her companions could handle it, perhaps it might even be easier if Tallowrupti thought she wasn’t there. 
Her moves were quiet. Lia couldn’t risk being noticed or her plan would fail. “If I were an insane scientist where would I hide my research?” She asked herself in the semi darkness. A click from behind her head made her freeze. Lia waited. All at once her hand shot out and grabbed at something in the rafter above her head. Wriggling in her hand was a small delicate mechanical spider. Silver Flame written in the all to familiar rune on its chest. All at once Lia’s ring began to glow. The little animal started to struggle for a second then went limp. The glow faded. After a moment in the darkness the spider sprung to life. It sat calmly in Lia’s outstretched hand, inquisitively. “Um, Hello?” Lia said, tentatively. It waved a tiny leg in reply. “Do you know where Prof. Tallow’s research is?” The little spider became suddenly excited and jumped off of her palm and started to skitter away on the dirt floor. A few feet away from Lia it stopped and looked back, waiting. 
Following the spider out of the tent Lia made her way through the circus encampment. The tiny spider machine lead her to a decent size wagon that seemed from the outside to have no place to hook up a horse or mule. Further examination and disengagement of the traps and alarms allowed Lia to find numerous items of interest inside of the cramped yet cozy interior. Before she could really dig into any of the research papers she found, snapping and ripping noises from the tent pulled her away from her task. Outside she watched as the Circus tent collapsed. Screams and shouts of fleeing audience members signaled that now was probably the best time to leave. 
Lia made her way to the front of the wagon. After some trial and error she finally got the thing moving, and drove off into Tornak to ponder her next move.
<u>Questions, Light Robbery, More Questions</u>
Prof Tallow’s alarm clock was one not to be envied. After a night in prison, thorny vines whipped his nuts as they strung him, thorns and all, bodily in the air. “Ow jeez ah god, ow ah my nuts god ow dammit jeez who the hell do you think you are?” A slap from a thorny vine quieted his complaining for a short time. 
Unsure what exactly to do with the Professor, Atalanta had made an executive decision to string him up in thorny vines and at least get some answers. He was about as forthcoming as you’d expect a mad scientist struck in the balls by thorny vines would be. He knew nothing about Bo and the Holy Path or who the hell Agmun-Dai is. He told them how Lia had come to his island and started to cause havoc, eventually destroying his experiments and forcing him to flee. That was quickly called out as bullshit and he revealed that Lia may have kinda sorta accidentally washed up on the shores of his island and he may have kidnapped the unconscious body of on of her team members and turned him into a monster hybrid man that he tricked Lia and friends into battling gladiator style.
The group questioned him for a while about the Silver Rose assassin and The Holy Path but unfortunately he didn’t know anything helpful. They all resolved to just turn his ass over to Porfiry at the end of the day.
All at once there was an earth shattering KaBOOM!
Everyone, not imprisoned, rushed outside to see what had happened. Smoke seemed to be coming from a location to the west. Atalanta, Balthazar, Wren, Wrax and Sakaald ran to it. Across town Lia, who had forgotten where the hideout exactly was, saw the smoke and heard the boom. She too moved towards it, figuring correctly, that her team was either the cause or soon to be the ones to exacerbate the situation.
The group came upon the scene, and found a number of town guards men standing in rank some yards away from where the smoke was dissipating. The Throsh Bank had a huge hole where there would probably have been some very ornate door. Four large iron warforged soldiers stood at strategic positions around the breach not moving.  The guards were quick to inform the group that these warforged were the bank guards and were not letting anyone near the entrance. 
Undeterred Atalanta created a large Fog Bank that obscured the entire area from sight and the group moved in to attack. Both fortunately and unfotunately the fog obscured the team’s vision making it extremely difficult to find the warforged to hit, but did have the desired affect of preventing any of the warforged from seeing them. After fits and starts, and a late arrival to the scene of Lia on her fancy new wagon, the group managed to cause a minimal amount of wanton destruction and make it inside of the bank. 
Inside they found the building to be mostly intact. Behind the teller counter the cash drawers were empty, and the vault seemed to be empty for the most part. In the Bank Office they found the body of a man, Alvin Throsh, dead at his office table, a silver rose protruding from his neck. 
After stealing all that was left the adventurers made their way back to Porfiry’s hideout, informing the guards along the way that the bank was empty. 
As they approached the hideout a flash of light in the sky branched out in four directions from the tallest tower in the city. A bright flash of yellow directly upwards into the sky, and three branching off in different directions towards the horizon. As soon as they appeared they disappeared and the world continued as if nothing had even happened. Curious, but not overly worried the team made their way back downstairs to their prisoner, Lia now in toe, and continued to question him. 
He was visibly nervous when they entered. He asked if they had seen the lights and began to mumble under his breath in worry. “What if he saw? He couldn’t find me. Karthest is stuck down there you’re okay.” 
Unable to get more information about the Silver Rose or the Holy Path the group turned him over to Porfiry at the jail as he yelled to them to keep him safe. “Karthset might already be on his way!” The team took time to rest and resupply. The next morning was going to be busy. 

The Holy Path
Monologues are for suckers

After the exhausting events of the previous night those that were still living had a good nights rest. The Laughing Pig was extraordinarily comfy both inside and out, for those who had to spend the night in a stable.


In the morning, after some shopped and others ate, Leah, Sakaald, and Atalanta gathered together to meet with Verden.

She informed Leah that Gelfin had succumbed to his injuries and the Clerics were unable to save him. After the appropriate mourning period of a few seconds Verden led the group through the city to confront Bo Montague.


As they arrived at the church for the Holy Path. They saw that a small stage had been erected outside and a man, presumably Bo, stood atop spouting his sermon to the assembled crowd of pedestrians and obvious devotees.


Across the street from this stage stood a rather grumpy looking paladin clad in black. Balthazar had come to preach against this man and soon struck up a kinship with Atalanta and Leah who's combined snark drew the attention of Bo.


Bo engaged with them and Verden in a very amicable way. He concluded his sermon early, left protective orbs out for his congregation and the public and ushered the group into his building to search the premises.  Bo repeatedly apologized for not having a lot of room to move around seeingas his soup kitchen has expanded from a small portion of a back room to encompass his whole church interior.


A rather haggard looking, one could say hungover, man began to stick close to the group after hearing about free food. Wrax, after entering the building, proceeded to gorge himself on free food. He also managed to snag some orbs or balls from the Minister's bucket of balls and orbs.


At the same time, a Halfling named Wren accidentally found himself magically transported form a small alley into a broom closet. As he opened it he quickly realized that the glowing orb he had picked up earlier was the cause of his sudden and abrupt change in location. He quickly, if not as deftly as he would have liked, exited the broom closet and attempted to mingle with the room.


Verden and the res of the adventurers looked around the room. Searched and questioned. Everything appeared to be on the up and up. There wasn't anything particularly creepy or weird and Bo seemed, at least he seemed to truly believe, to be a good caring person who wanted to help the poor.


As the search seemed to be coming to an end, Verden gasped and collapsed to the ground. She withdrew a dart. It was purple with a silver rose for fletching. "The Silver Rose has Killed me!" she cried out.


Vereden's eyes danced around the room looking for any sign of where the dart came from but her strength flattered quickly. Convulsions followed soon after.


No much could be done for Verden at that moment. All at once random parishoners and people seeking food began to turn into Moon-Shades. One bashed Bo against the back wall of the church and the others began to attack the six people who remained behind, Sakaald, Wrax, Wren, Leah, Balthazar, and Atalanta.


The monsters did their best to subdue the group but the adventurers quickly gained the upper hand destroying almost everyone before a hooded man barreled into the room holding an orb, or one could call it a ball, over his head. The remaining few monsters burned away.


The hooded figure revealed himself to be none other than the missing detective, Porfiry. He gathered the group together and quickly devised a plan: get the hell out of here and somewhere safe before more monsters come and kill us.


Most of the party, being amenable to this plan, followed Porfiry to a secret hide out under some trash barrels.


After they were safely ensconced,, Porfiry took a moment to mourn his fallen niece, Verden. He postulated that killing her was a means of flushing him out into he open.


Porfiry revealed the truth, or as far as he knew it, surrounding his "Death". He has been tracking the Silver Rose for some time. In his search he has come across instances where the Silver Rose's darts have appeared at places that Moon-Shades have manifested. Sometimes but not always.


He goes on to explain that this Silver Rose is an assassin of the highest order. No one knows who he or she is. No one who knows how to find them has come forward and any that might have seem to disappear before they can.


Profiry agonized over the connection between the Silver Rose and the Moon-Shades but has not found anything concrete yet. Just like the person themselves, it remained elusive. "But" he said, "The fact that they are trying to kill me tells me I am onto something."


The group then moved to revive Bo. After gaining consciousness, he was questioned again. More specifically, he was questioned on the nature and creation of the orbs that he used to ward off attacks from the Moon-Shades.


He told the adventurers  that he buys them wholesale from a dwarf in Tinkertown, and with that the group set off.


Unfortunately, the dwarf turned out to be a dead end. Aside from being belligerent and distracted he claimed to have never sold anything aside form a nice vase to the preacher. Porfiry then revealed that he did follow Bo one night to an abandoned factory but lost him after he entered a building.


Annoyed by Porifry's seeming inability to do his own damn job, the party made their way to the warehouse to do it for him.


 They searched the premises, finding almost nothing, but eventually they stumbled upon a secret door in the floor.


Porfiry remained behind for reinforcements as the group moved down into the darkness.


They moved quickly down the passage unfortunately tripping a switch that sent them flying down  the passage and into an underground room.


Along one wall they found a relief sculpture of a skull protecting the only exit. After some searching they found two key holes, one in each of the eye sockets.


Additionally, along the walls to the left and right were open entrances to rooms. The rooms were fitted with alcoves. Small figurines of animals, soldiers, farmers etc. in different poses and professions were neatly arranged on the shelves of the alcoves.


After a thorough examination, Wren, in his attempt to sneak a toy soldier into his backpack, had it knocked from his hand by Lea where upon the figurine grew to full size and attacked.


From there, a combination of clumsiness and general confusion caused a few more of the figures to fall than was absolutely necessary. After the group brought everything under control they carefully searched for the figures that held the secret keys to the skull, fond them and proceeded, carefully forward.


They made their way down a short passage and stopped in front of a door. Carved into it were the words "An ally does not fit. An enemy should not be touched. A red Sun will rise. A blue night will fall. A black dove will lead you."


This message helped the group find an ally umongst the stone knights in the next room, unfortunately they were a little to hasty in their need to escape and woke the other stone knights trying to open the far door.


Luckily everyone made it out alive. After a short bout of sparring with some particularly nasty mimics the adventures foudnthemselves in an extremely creepy crypt. It had a large central room and two smaller rooms on the east and west walls.


The room to the east held riches and treasure beyond compare. The center room held a tomb, black and mysterious. Inside the tomb they found an emaciated body bedecked in Jewels and gold.


In the room to the west, they found a fountain that spewed glass orbs, the same orbs the Holy Path used to push back the moon shades. They also found Bo, but not Bo. He sounded different. Held himself differently. He told them his name was KARA-TA and he welcomed them to his tomb. He also noted her would enjoy watching them die.


At that moment the group attacked but nothing seemed to land. Kara-Ta seemed almost completely uninterested in fighting back. Instead he watched as the body in the tomb in the middle room began to take form and shape. Its skin started to knit back together. Its began to rise up form the tomb, but before it could fully recover its form, the Stone knight from before landed a heavy deadly blow, killing the monster.


A little taken aback by the group's success at killing the monster so quickly, Kara-Ta decided it would be best to just leave the group underground to die slowly.


But this wasn't the end.


Wren felt a pulsing coming form his bag. He opened it and the Jade Orb he had found earlier that day was once again glowing. Everyone came to look and they were all transported away from that dungeon.


They rematerialized in a dark cavern. There were no passages or exits that they could see, but the glimmering crystals that dotted every surface cast enough light to make out a figure in the twilight.


She stood, turned, and spoke. She revealed herself as Eldura, and she had been waiting for a long time.

Spark Meet Flame
3 Dead 1 Revived

As Gelfin, Zaramir, Wyndolen and Lia made their way to the Frog an Hammer, there was an explosion. The tavern lit up with a blast of fire. Debris and shrapnel flew everywhere. A firey wooden beam blasted out of the building and decapitated Wyndolen who immediately dropped to the ground dead.  Gelfin turned to look at Zarmir, he had collapsed to the ground. Shrapnel pierced his chest and body in multiple places and blood was quickly seeping into the dirt at his back. 

Gelfin leaned down to his, well, Neither Gelfin nor Zaramir would describe themselves as "comrades" quite yet. Gelfin leaned down to the guy who had been traveling with him for a while whom he found it fiscally beneficial to travel with for the moment. 

Zaramir grabbed him by the collar and yelled into his face. "Take this ring. It's Jorah's its the only thing that will prove to Japith what we say is true. Also, the omens. There are three of them. The Silver Fire, The Blind Crow, The Broken Axe." and with that Zaramir Died.

Lia and Gelfin were left to watch the tavern burn. 

Some blocks away a tall axe wielding traveler heard and saw the explosion and made his way to the emergency. His name was Sakaald he had only been in this big city for a short while, but fire is an emergency no matter if you are in a backwater village or a busy metropolis. 

Outside of a rowdy tavern a rather loud, chromatically and in their disposition, centaur made his way into an alley, disguising herself a little more inconspicuously. She too then made her way to the fire, either for entertainment value or some personal gain. Either suited her just fine. 

Lia looked and listened but couldn't hear anything over the roar of the flames. Gelfin ran into the burning building looking for Porfiry. All he found was a fiery hell. Heat beat against his skin burning him. There were some patrons that had burned completely in the blast, very few survivor. None of whom seemed to be Porfiry. Gelfin helped those that he could escape the blaze. Lia, unsure of whether she could help moved closer to the building. she immediatley saw a man, clothes on fire, running out of the building. She managed to tackle him and put out the flames. 

Sakaald arrived on the scene at this moment along with the Centaur in disguise, Atalanta. He immediately ran into the burning building, fighting off the burning heat. Atalanta called out to a passing dog and telling it to get the fire brigade. 

When Sakaald made it inside he saw, towards the rear of the building, Gelfin attempting to save a Woman and child trapped behind a burning wooden beam. He ran up to Gelfin and the beam. He put himself in between the wall and the log  and attempted to push it out of the way. As he did Gelfin reacted quickly and tried to stifle the flames as much as he could and save the large man from being badly burned. Sakaald, with all his effort, couldn't make the beam budge. He released the burning log and focused for a second. He redoubled his efforts knocking the beam clear and smashing the wall opposite him. 

The two then reached out and hurried the mother and daughter away to safety. Sakaald ran back inside, hoping to find more survivors. Unfortunately, all he found was bones and ash. Unable to go back the way he came, Sakaald burst out the back of the building through the weakened and burned wood paneling. 

Gelfin, Lia and the Atalanta heard the fire wagon before they saw it. The dog Atalanta had sent away for help lead the pack as as red haired female Eldurmann lead the city towards the fire.

Seeing more people approach Gelfin disguised himself into his elven form. 

The woman jumped off the wagon and immediately deputized those around. She asked Atalanta to pump the wagon, she did so reluctantly and with little visible effort or commitment. 

Lia was drafted onto the Hoses, she too would not have been described as eager to help. A 12 year old kid behind her on the lines gave her some side eye. Lia gave him a "What?" look. The little boy replied, "Look lady, if you are not gonna even try you should just let a real adult do it."

Sakaald, stuck on the other side of the building, ran down the alley to the front. He turned the corner and stood stalk still, watching as a darkhaired woman backhanded a child, grabbed ahold of the firehose, a device he had never seen before, and let out a mighty scream. This woman knocked away all other volunteers and turned the water to full blast; dampening the outside of the building and bringing the fire close to under control. 

As this went on Atalanta gave up on her fake attempts to help and decided to conjure up a fog cloud to add more moisture to the building and bring the fire under control. 

When all was said and done the tavern was smoldering pile of wood, but the fire was out. A greatful Eldermann, Verden, introduced herself and began thanking the group for their help. Suddenly, three shadowy monsters descended from the roof tops and began attacking. 

Most of the crowd scattered, shouting about "Moon Shades" attacking. The group stood their ground, not knowing the danger they were in. 

Some looked in bewilderment as Atalanta shifted from her disguised form to her Bright centaur form. She attmepted to ensnare on of the monsters in a tangle of vines but could not capture it. A crow faced shade attacked Lia slicing her. Another jumped through Gelfin and attacked him, dealing a number of heavy hits. Gelfin attempted to hurt the wolf faced creature but did not seem to do as much damage as he could. Lia attacked the shade infront of her, stabbing at it with her rapier and injuring it. 

Sakaald buried his axe in the back of the crow nearly killing it. The centaur again attacked the shade in front of it, hitting it with its longbow. The shade responded by phasing through Atalanta but failed to attack her. The Monster in front of Gelfin attacked and rendered him unconcious. He spat and choked on the dirt, seeming to come around.  

The crowfaced monster could not his its target and Lia dispatched it with little effort and many hidden blades. Seeing the bird destroyed, Sakaald ran to he wounded comrade and attempted to slay the beast in front of him, unfortunately his blades wen through the monster and buried themselves in Gelfin. There was little hope now for his survival. 

The centaur destroyed the wolf faced shade behind her. And the last remaining shade attacked Sakaald. Lia ran towards Gelfin, hoping she could revive him, but it was too late. He had died. 

She turned instead to the remaining shade and cut it to ribbons. 

At this moment Verden, who had before run form the shades, ran towards the group holding a glowing white orb. As she approached she slowed. Dumbfounded she inquired with the group about how they survived the Moon Shade attack. She informed them that the only thing they found that could repel them were these white orbs. A man, Beau Montagne, has been selling them from his church, The Holy Path. He came to the city a little over a year ago and started gaining followers, these monsters started showing up about six months ago and these orbs are the only thing it seems that can ward them off. 

Some of the group made some off the cuff remarks about how its a pretty logically easy step to see that this group The Holy Path are the ones making these monsters. 

Verden asked why the group was in town. Lia told her that her and her dead commrade, Gelfin, had meant to meet with a Detective Porfiry to talk about Japith Kressor and the Omens. Verden soon was overcome with emotion. Detective Porfiry it seemed was her uncle and a huge mentor to her. She begged for the group to come back to the station so she could talk more and ask for their help in catching whomever is creating these monsters. 

She even offered to revive Gelfin. He is taken away to the master Cleric Healers as the rest of the group meets in Verden's office. She expalins more about these monsters. it seems random people have been turning into them for no reason. Some in daylight others at night with no explanation. 

The group agrees to help her in exchange for payment and room and board. They make their way the the Laughing Pig and settle in for the evening. Sakaald and Lia in beds, Atalanta in the stable. 

Across town Gelfin returned to the land of the living. The clerics welcomed him, explaining that they brought him back form the brink of death and thanked him for saving so many lives in the fire.

Gelfin thanked the Clerics, and marked one for his god.  


Ocean's and Tides
How to fly a hovercar

After the group allowed Professor Tallow to escape they set off to look for Tandor. Noth finding him in the barn or his house Wyndolyn and Gelfin decided to provision and fix the docked boast while Zaramir and Leah Dearched the Professor's Labratory.

While Wyn and Gelfin plundered Tandor's home and Ice Box, Zaramir and Leah found Tandor working on some odd flying machine. He offered to fly them to Tornack which they both readily accept. 

After a playful bout of " Oh, we thought you were dead so we were just going to pilfer your stuff" the group got underway. They flew over Huthval, the port city of the [[Frieshan Kingdom]], and followed the Ingya River to Tornack where they were shot out of the sky. 

After they crashed they quickly found themselves surrounded by royal guardsman who promptly arrested them, not without issue. 

They spent the night in jail and were questioned by Detective Porfiry, a member of the Eldurmenn. He secretly informed them to meet him at a Tavern called The Frog And Hammer. 

After they were released and spent the day in the city, they made their way to The Frog And Hammer. As they approached a huge explosion and roar of flame erupted form the bar.

Forbidden Magic
The Island of Professor Tallow

After taking some time to recover from the Zombie Monster attack that resulted in Thorgenson's injured body being taken away, the group made their way around the island to see what they could find. 

They came upon a small farm: barn, garden and cottage. A man named Tandor introduced himself to the group, offering hospitality, but informing them that they cannot leave without his master's permission. 

Tandor talked a lot about his master, how smart he is, how kind, how much he helps people. He even told Zaramir that his master could heal his severed arm. Tandor pointed the group towards the mountain where they could clearly see Tandor's Master's workshop.

Half of the group decided to check out the building and soon met Professor Tallow, Tandor's Master. The Professor invited the whole group to tour his lab. He showed them his enormous library and introduced them to his work. He had, for some time now, been experimenting on genetic hybridization. He waxed poetically about the potential of combining technology with magic. He even demonstrated his technological and medicinal prowess by attaching a white furry monstrous arm onto Zaramir's severed stump.

After the procedure was completed the professor made his way to his personal study and seemingly disappeared.  After some investigation the goup found a secret door that lead deeper into the mountain. Once inside they learned the truth of Professor tallow's island.

They found themselves in the middle of an arena where Tallow's hybrid monster's battled them, but most were quickly dispatched. But that wasn't the end of it. Professor Tallow then revealed his masterpiece, the mutated and monstrous form of Thorgenson. 

The group came close to being wiped out by this accursed figure but in the end they prevailed, narrowly missing Professor Tallow as he flew away from the island in a machine of his own design. 

Sails and Oars
That time we broke a box

Thorgenson was good to his word.  In the morning after the horrors in the woods he again offered and indeed seemed to sincerely be looking forward to traveling to Tornack with everyone.

After reconvening in the Hobnail, Zaramir introduced Gelfin to Wenzel. Gelfin, surprised at the existence of the Rothe, was quick to ingratiate himself and learn more about Wenzel. He was not the only one though. A bar patron also seemed intrigued by this rare being. Lia, a dark haired, black clad, hooded, and seemingly human person, asked to come along seeing as she too was witness to the events of [[Crastor's Day]].

After getting to the docks and boadring the ship, Gelfin and Lia helped Thorgenson's crew load up a particularly delicate box that seemed to have strange runes on it. They placed it within easy access to investigate later. 

Thorgenson and crew were soon underway. He passed out some flasks to the adventurers and toasted a safe and fast voyage. Unfortunately on the second day a storm started brewing causing the group to stay below as the sailors kept the ship undercontrol. 

Overcome with curiosity the group decided to investigate the mysterious box. After creating an illusion of subterfuge on the hold's entrance, Wenzel passed a crowbar to Zaramir who cracked the box open. The box wasn't the only thing to crack though. Upon opening the box it was revealed, all to late, that the crowbar has cracked the surface of a glass globe filled with swirling clouds. The clouds began to issue forth from the crack. 

All of  sudden the ship tilted 90 degrees causing supplies and adventurer's to tumble. Gelfin fell so hard he smashed into a cache of weapons and was impaled on a spear. 

Luckily for the group potions and other supplies were rolling around on the floor and they managed to bring Gelfin back from the brink.

Regaining some composure the group set about to try and fix what they had broken. Using [[Canard's Tape]]. Unfortunatly the tape didn't hold so well but another accidental slip of Zaramirs hand replaced the crack with a sizable hole causing the clouds to billow out of the globe. 

Another wave smashed into the ship sending the group off its feet. 

Wenzel, in an attempt to bring the ship under control tried to make it to the helm but was knocked over and became tangled in the loose ropes on deck. The constant rocking smashed him back and forth between the gunnels. 

Gelfin sent his unseen servant to the helm to hold the wheel while Lia bounded onto the main deck helping Wenzel back to his feet. Wenzel, undaunted by his injuries made his way to the helm and tried to right the ship. At the helm Wenzel witness something truly awe inspiring.

A giant godlike figure made of clouds and thunder was raining down lightning and stirring the oceans to madness. The Cloud figure threw out his hands and a wave swamped the boat. 

The group woke up on a tropical island. Boxes, wood and other sundries washing on shore with them. They searched the area immediately around them finding some supplies and objects. Healing potions, two vials of liquid, one blue one red, a dagger with a pearl handle, a whip with threaded gold running through it, and a fork and knife of silver trimmed obsidian.

In their search they came upon Thorgenson who was grievously wounded. Plying him with health potions only slowed down his agony but it gave him the wherewithal to snort something from his belt. Immediately his wound was healed but the side effect caused him to go catatonic and rigid as a board. 

The group pulled him back to the fire only to be set upon by four zombies. After irresponsibly throwing his weapons into the ocean and the forest Zaramir began to punch the foes as the others picked them off with sword and arrow. Everyone fought and beat them back but a Zombie Beholder took their place. It pushed and fought and everyone worked valiantly to beat the monster back. Unfortunately it wasn't quite enough. 

The Beholder paralyzed Wenzel with a beam from its eye, and frightened Zaramir to the point of immobility leaving him open to attack. The Beholder grabbed Zaramir by the arm and flung him into the woods ripping his arm from his socket. 

The monster then wrapped its pseudopodic eyes stalks around Thorgenson and dragged him into the woods leaving the adventurers alone on the beach beaten but itching to get even.

Blood In The Snow

In the morning hours a quiet settled on Hevestel, a deep and somber quiet laced with the fear that the darkness that plagued the city last night would not return today. 

In the Hobnail, our three adventurers decided to let Wenzel look for passage north to Tornack. This was less due to mutual agreement and more to the hungoverness of one half elf and the lack of interest by a half orc in seeking passage so early in the day.

So, sitting together in the bar with not but the remains of Jorah's body, a drunken passed out reveler and the bar maid, Wyndolen and Zaramir waited patiently for Wenzel's return.

It was at this time that another person entered the bar. A teifling, rare in the west, came and inquired with the bar maid about food, drink, and the giant hole in the side of the building. After grumpily answering his questions the bar maid sent him off with drink.

As this teifling was sitting down a rather official looking bearded man walked in right up to the bar. On his breast was the sigil of the Eldurmenn. Wyndolen jumped up immediately upon seeing this man and began to gush with excitment. She told him about her father Atrian who he seemed to recall from a long time ago. 

As it turned out this Eldurmann, Thorgenson, was on assignment to find out what exactly had happened here last night. Wyndolen was all too happy to fill in the gaps of information and explain the strange encounter they witnessed. 

Pleased with the report Thorgenson enquired about possibly enlisting Wyndolen or any others she could find in a short mission to retrieve some lost children who went missing last night. She delightfully accepted and said she would meet him soon with others.

After Thorgenson left through the back of the bar, Wyndolen was approached by the Teifling who, attempting to gain favor, pretended to know her father. She immediately caught him in the lie but rather than reacting quickly or with violence to the newcomer she instead unsheathed her whip and lassoed Zaramir who, upon recognizing that there was indeed a teifling in the bar, had rushed at him looking to potentially add its head to a future wall. 

Calmness and amicability prevailed and Zaramir and Wyndolen were introduced to Gelfin. 

The three of them set out and met up with Thorgenson who lead them into the woods. They soon found that the path they were following boded ill for the fate of the children: blood on branches, deep monstrous tracks in the snow.

They came into a clearing that stole Thorgenson's resolve. In the middle of the clearing was a makeshift alchemical circle made of the viscera and pieces of the missing children, and in the center of the circle was a symbol who's origin Thorgenson gasped aloud, Seth Harreen.


Before the group had a chance to really search the scene they were stumbled upon by a Kenku dragging the remains of the second child into the clearing. Wyndolen, Zaramir and Thorgenson jumped to fight the monster, while Gelfin, taken by surprised slipped on the frozen ground. 

The monster was quickly and efficiently dispatched by Wyndolen who managed to run the bird-creature through while simultaneously flipping it over head and catching a glass object from the kenku's dead hand.

Further inspection of the object revealed it to be a rather complex ampoule filled with a dark, semi viscous liquid. During Gelfin's inspection he found some pretty dark and powerful magic to be emanating from it. 

Disgusted with the horror the wretched kenku had wrought upon the children Zaramir broke the pentacle as Gelfin set the pieces aflame. Unfortunately it seemed some lingering magic brought the fiery pieces of flesh to life but again this aberration was quickly dispatched by the team.

Thorgenson distressed by what he had seen asked if the goup would accompany him back to Tornack to give witness to what happened here today and to corroborate his report on the events of the previous night. Everyone accepted and made their way back to town to alert the villagers of their tragic loss.

The Hobnail Hullabaloo
Our Story Begins

It was Crastors Day in Hevestel. A festival day that celebrated the city's famed reputation as the City of Monsters. It was early evening. The revelry and parties had died down a little as many people went home to recharge and prepare for the boisterous, drunken and costume laden revelry that would begin later that night. 

Other's chose to spend their time waiting for the evenings partying in one of the local Tavern's. 

The Hobnail, a warm and welcoming bar on the Western edge of the city, was one such Tavern. Adventurers and locals mixed together well with the bar's tasty beer and rib sticking food. All in all this night seemed as ordinary as can be.

The peace and general din of the bar was broken, all of a sudden, when a man, dried blood on his face and dressed in torn clothing, burst into the bar yelling for help. He needed to send a warning "Someone, please, I need someone to get a message to Japith Kressor in Tornack! The Seth-Hareen have risen! Their storm will wash over the land and kill everything in its path! They need to protect the Talorican!"

Immediately three individuals jumped up to help. A Half-Elf, a Half-Orc and an individual who's kind have not been seen in many years, the humanoid turtles of legend called Frore. The Half-Orc immediately checked the man's wounds, as the Half-Elf attempted to make what this man was saying. 

He kept repeating the need to warn a man named Japith Kressor in Tornak when all of a sudden the door to the bar was blown off its hinges and into the bar. A large hand clad in black metal reached up and smashed out the area above the door to reveal a nine foot tall behemoth of what one can only assume is a man. Clad head to toe in spiked black armor, with a helm of spikes and face slots of glowing red, the monster stepped into the bar and called in a deep grating voice to the man, naming him Jorah and calling him a heathen. His accusations punctuated by flames that erupted from his face slits. 

Immediately the Half-Elf tried to whip the behemoth, but he caught it in midair and threw her bodily across the room. The turtle moved to a more advantageous position as the Half-Orc remained with the injured man. The monster walked towards them, grabbed the man by the skull and lifted him bodily from the floor. He turned to the bar an said "Tell who you will, the Seth-Hareen will soon cleanse this land, and return the world back to ashes. Karthset will lead the armies of the Seth-Hareen and wash as a sea of fire over the whole world." The monster then leaned into Jorah and stabbed him with a black fire rimmed sword through his body and dropping the remains to the floor. 

The behemoth looked up, looked around the bar. Immediately, sensing an opening, the Half-Elf fired off a crossbow bolt that hit squarely in the monster's faceplate. Unfortunately it devoured the bolt and spat it back out as a mote of fire. The monster raised his hand after that and a wall of energy bowled over everyone in the bar, some being thrown to the other side of the building. with his victory complete the monster turned and began to walk out, but not before three Kobolds made their way into the bar around their master. 

The three who had stepped up to help Jorah immediately engaged the Kobolds in battle. The Half-Elf deftly stabbing one through the face, while the Frore warrior pinned another bodily to the ground with his spear before punching him into his doom. The Half-Orc pulled a maul from his belt as the last Kobold attacked and swung at its head, catching it under the chin and separating the Kobold's skull fromt its body and imbedding it in the ceiling. 

The group chased the Monster outside. They were greeted with a sight of Chaos. Goblins and Kobolds chased townspeople and ransacked houses, as other towns folk attempted to put out fires in the neighborhood. 

The Half-Elf again whipped at the Monster snapping against his helmet. The Monster turned to face them, suddenly recognizing the species in front of him. After chastizing the Frore he placed his hands in the ground and conjured fire sprites that immediately jumped on the Turtle Man. With some quick thinking the Half-Elf overturned a water barrel which doused two of the monsters and injured the other two enough so that one swing from the Half-Orc's maul dissolved the rest back into nothingness. 

Amused by their fighting the Monster reached above his head and seemingly ripped a hole in reality out of which three more Kobolds fell. These to were easily dispatched by the warriors.

The Monster gave out another low chuckle and again reached above his head. This time, however, he opened reality and let it swallow him, and the rest of the Goblins and Kobolds in the city, out of existence. 

The Half-Orc returned to the bar, as the Frore and Half-Elf stood outside trying to calm the crowds. 

When the Frore returned back into the tavern he saw the Half-Orc holding the now dead Jorah. When the Half-Elf also returned to the bar the Half-Orc revealed to the group that with his dying breaths the man again pleaded to send word to this Japith Kressor in Tornak but he also mentioned something about omens or some such thing. 

The group then resolved itself to find this Jorah Kressor and deliver the dying man's message. 


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