The Last Breaths of Ashenport

Kords’dei the 30th of Sablecloud, 1325 IR

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An Inescapable Past

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Homeward Bound

Kords’dei the 9th of Sablecloud, 1325 IR

After a Spiral Knight skyguard half-orc approached the Wanderers with a letter for Xevan in a tavern in Hiobrynn, marked with the Dragon Seal, the Wanderers set off for Spiregarde. The long journey took them to a dwarvish town which had closed its roads until the culprit of a mass alcohol theft was apprehended. The Spiral Wanderers, most of which were desperate for a drink, agreed to investigate further the heist. They searched a clearing where they found large footprints leading to a cave. Inside the cave, the Wanderers found a young Elysian Dragon, passed out and surrounded by empty ale bottles. Convinced that the dragon was the thief, they awakened the beast. Confused and still drunk, the Elysian Dragon explained that he had purchased a month’s supply of brew from a hooded man for an astral diamond (also that the brew sucked). When the party revealed that the ale was in fact stolen, the Dragon agreed to return the ale he did not consume. On the way out of the cave, however, the Spiral Wanderers were distracted by a loud explosion. When they went to investigate, they found beings of the Plane of Dreams, tasked with assassinating Xevan and Saphirra, led by the hooded man, Zalgo, who deceived the dragon. The Wanderers and the elysian dragon fought Zalgo and his minions. In the midst of the battle, Saphirra accidentally proclaimed her love for Xevan, who reciprocated, and X’car appeared before them, bestowing upon them a Divine Boon to protect each other. With this new found power, the Wanderers defeated Zalgo’s men, and just as they were about to assault him, he surrendered. Zalgo explained N’hen had sent him to destroy Xevan and Saphirra, as X’car had taken off from the City in the Night to reside in the Blessed Fields of Elysium peacefully, as long as she agreed to no longer meddle in mortal affairs. N’hen had blamed Xevan, as X’car prized him as her mortal champion. After the explanation, Zalgo begged to be released from life, and Exalis quickly obliged, striking the nightmare being through the chest with tentacles and absorbing his magical energy.

The Spiral Wanderers took just a day more to reach their destination: Aurum Estate of Spiregarde. It was there that Aleskandr Calloway revealed to Xevan of his true heritage: He was the son of the great gold wyrm Kalavandros. As Calloway said this, two golden wings burst from his back and he revealed himself to be Kalavandros, rightful heir to the throne of the Arkhosian Empire. He explained to Xevan that his ignorance was for his protection, as all of Kalavandros’ sons’ had been slain in the past as he tried to bring strength back to Arkohsia. He believed that fate was Xevan’s guide, not his blood, and so he let Xevan grow into a strong dragonborn on his own. Kalavandros left Aurum Estate to Xevan, bestowing upon him the name of Thane of Calloway.

It was then that Taliq and Taven arrived, explaining the events and circumstances of Taliq’s possession in the Hiobrynn mines. Taven had wanted to reassign Taliq to the tutelage of another High Councillor, Quoben, but Taliq pleaded that he continue to aid the Spiral Wanderers so that he could better learn to control his powers and make up for the wrongdoings he had committed himself. Taven then explained to the Wanderers some important tasks they must attend to. The Council had dispatched a research team – led by a mage named Jelia – to the Shan’tae Badlands, and had not heard a report back from her in a while. They worried for the researcher, but did not want to incite war with the remnant armies of Seremis. Taven informed them Professor Errat would be joining them on their journey. As he mentioned his name, Errat appeared before the group, introducing himself. After some mostly harmless chatter, they decided to take a day’s rest in the Keep before setting off.

PS There was also Awynn molestation by Exalis. True story.

The Lost Mines of Híobrynn

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Chaos Comes Home

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No Rest for the Weary

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The Tears of Vecna

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The Scroll of Tarakhiin

Midday of Lareth’dei the 27th of Wardingdawn, 1325 IR

Beginning their investigations into the cultist activity observed by High Councillor Taven, the Spiral Wanderers find themselves in the village of Fang-at-wolf’s-neck – a settlement built during the dynastic period of the early Arkhosian empire. There, they ran into an old friend of Taliq’s named Ramiel the Falcon. Ramiel had come to the Maeda Temple to search for artifacts belonging to the Silverclaw Family, a powerful house in the early Arkhosian empire.

The reunion was short-lived, however, as the sound of shattering glass alerted our heroes to a grave-robbery in progress. Although the grave-robbers were easily dispatched, the question remained how they could have gotten into the crypt when there was only one entrance. It turned out that secret passages in the mausoleum thought sealed by earthquakes during the Great Schism were not quite as ‘sealed’ as once thought. Both Ramiel and the Spiral Wanderers ventured further into the crypt, navigating a secret passage into the burial chambers of Yoshirou Silverclaw.

It was here that Ramiel’s goal, the Scroll of Tarakhiin, was located. And it was here that his true intentions were made known, as a suddenly flash of light blinded the party and the traitorous elf let loose the newly risen Arkhosian Scion from his coffin. A grueling battle ensued – one that would have spelt the doom of more than a few of the Wanderers had they not retreated and gathered the entirety of their forces against Yoshirou. Yet even with their combined strength, Yoshirou was incredibly strong, and it took – once again – a stroke of divine fortune to turn the tide of the battle.

With Yoshirou laid to rest, Taliq came to a sudden realization – the scroll was being sought after by a group known as the ‘Tears of Vecna’ – cultists of the lich god of secrets trained in the ancient ways of the Arkhosian ninjas. With so many questions left unanswered, what does fate have in store for our heroes?

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Crypt of the Stormcallers

From the journal of Awynn, Lareth’dei the 13th of Wardingdawn, 1325 IR

There was quite a storm raging in the mountains as we travelled. Thankfully, we encountered a nice cave to take shelter in. The cave was small and quaint. In the center was a large pit, the result of a destroyed bladegem vein. In the back corner was a wonderful hot spring! The waterfall spewed from the top of the cavern, and the water seemed to be heated by some sort of volcanic activity near. It seemed to be of no concern, though. The water felt incredible. Saphirra and I snuck in to bathe as Nikul and Thryn slept by the pit of bladegem. Xevan wanted to keep watch. Saphirra and I had an…interesting bath. We began splashing each other, and eventually she tried to get the blood caked into my fur out…but it turned into a wonderous back massage. I never felt so relaxed and wonderful! Her hands were strong and firm, but still soft and feminine…it was incredible. Her fingers worked through each muscle to relax them. It hurt at times, but when she would get a knot out…it was pure bliss!

We were interrupted, though, by a whisper in the winds. It was the spirits. “The storm…not of ours..” it said. It was faint, they were struggling to reach me…I had to contact them. The bladegem deposit provided a scent that was able to assist me in my rituals. I was able to contact them, and they sent me a vision. One of a man, dressed in robes, speaking alien words….walking through the north wall of the cave…He walked up stairs to a temple. There had to be something there. In my trance, I believe I mentioned something about the north wall, because when I returned from the vision Xevan and Saphirra were already there inspecting it. I felt this wasn’t enough, however, and took an Elixir of Clairvoyance to aid my connection with the spirits. Then, a very powerful vision…if you could call it that…it was as if I was there, in the battlefield…there were soldiers slaughtering men, women, and children by the dozens. They held their bloodied swords to the sky and they turned to lightning. Then, a man with a dragon’s head turned and looked at me….and I was thrust out of the vision.

I stumbled to my feet, lightheaded, and walked to the north wall where Xevan and Saphirra were. I tried reciting the phrase the man spoke as he walked through the wall, but I could not. I was so frustrated, I smashed my head against the rock caverns. The wall didn’t budge, but I wasn’t about to give up. I felt Xevan at my back as I rammed the wall once more. I think I also felt a hand at my breast…but I’m still not sure…Anyway, the wall shattered, rock crumbling to the ground, and there before us laid the stairway to the temple.

We ascended the stairs, and I saw more clearly my vision. It was there, right before me. A brazier in the mid of the room, with two poles of electricity on opposite corners. Nikul woke from the sound of the destroyed wall, running up the stairs, and his feet met with some strangely colored floor. He took a swing at Saphirra, but missed, thankfully. I believe the floor had violent magical qualities. Then, a song began to echo off the walls. Nikul mentioned it was ‘The Song That Ended A War.’ Apparently, an eladrin named Silas Songweaver was practicing his violin…but the sound of his tune was so beautiful the soldiers dropped their weapons and the fighting ceased. It sounded as if it was coing from the cavern, and so we headed back.

Before us stood the famed Silas Songweaver. He played a songblade. After the finale, he bowed and explained to us the temple. The temple belonged to the Stormcallers of Kord, followers of the god of storm and war. Their faith had become corrupted, and Kord was not pleased. He explained that we had a journey destined for us…We must make right the Stormcaller’s mistake.

We turned and reascended the stairs. Just as we did, gates of lightning stretched the entrences to the room. Unfortunately, Silas Songweaver was locked behind the elemental barriers. Three draugr entered from the north, and reanimated corpses rose from all walls of the room. The corpses exploded in a fit of static upon death, which caused some… unpleasant sensations. I think I still feel little bits of static in my fur…We defeated them with ease, though, and progressed deeper into the temple. We did find, however, a coffin, with a fresh corpse adorning a tunic adorned with bear fur. I could feel the spirit of the bear in this armor, and Silas bestowed it upon me. I graciously accepted the gift, hoping to please the bear spirit that watches over this armor. We came into a dungeon looking area where more of these dragur lie in wait for us. After a bit of a battle, they decided to call a fighting retreat…but only one of them actually got away…

It was then we escaped the dungeon looking area and came to a courtyard with a shrine in the middle. Rain still poured from the sky, thunder ravaging our ears. We curiously walked towards the shrine-looking building. As we approched the entrance, Silas spoke once more. He addressed a character as Valdimarr, the man responsible for the Frenzy of Frosthallow. He appeared to be another dragur, though much more powerful. Beside him stood Torvus of the Cloudstrider clan, a goliath witht he scales of a dragonborn. Apparently, the Spiral Knights had driven a clan dubbed ‘the Red Hand’ out of an area…and Torvus was captured, treated as a slave, tortured and beaten. He blamed the Spiral Knights for the actions of the Red Hand…he was full of fury and savagry, and yet…I could understand…As Silas went to attack, a bolt of lightning shot from the sky and wounded him badly. I offered to assist him, but he teleported away swiftly, leaving the goliath and the draugr to us.

The two were very challenging foes…Torvus used a powerful dragon’s breath that damaged many of us…And Valdimarr used a chain lightning spell which could bounce between us…not long after the fight began, Nikul grabbed Torvus and pulled him to a trap….sacrificing his life for us…Although Torvus and Valdimarr were still strong after the explosion, Nikul had passed on. He had sacrificed his life for us…even though he acted very rudely, obnoxiously, and arrogantly often, he had good in him. We struggled to keep awake…I’m sure I lost consciousness at some point…thankfully Saphirra came to my aid and protected me as I could get back on my feet.

As things looked dire, Valdimarr approached us, asking us if we wanted to know the truth. In a fit of rage, Torvus screamed, “It doesn’t matter what the truth is! You will all die here, and Spiregarde with you!” Right after that…Valdimarr summoned a vicious thunder at Torvus…he said it was never about vengeance…never against spiregarde. Although he cursed Spiregarde in his death, he would never seek to harm them. As if this wasn’t surprising enough…Silas returned, and on his violin he played a song. A song so invigorating, it brought Nikul back to life! It filled us all with soft energy and healed our wounds. Now it wasn’t about us…it was about them. Silas played one last song as Valdimarr cast one last lightning spell on Torvus…

I lowered my head, and Saphirra embraced me…and I cried. I cried for the goliath. Many minotaur lose their way to vengeance and savagry…and it is a cursed existence…and I wished I could have helped. My heart ached for the poor creature, and I couldn’t help but sob for him in Saphirra’s arms. Karme came to my side and I could feel his anguish, as well. He felt for me. But I knew I couldn’t mourn for long. There was more to attend to. I wiped the tears from my cheek and listened to Valdimarr.

Valdimarr was loyal to the Dragon King as well, just like the Spiral Knights. Torvus has come to him, as a fellow follower of Kord, to request his aid. even though Valdimarr cursed the Spiral Knights, he only did so because they could not save him and his unit. He believed he was a citizen of Spiregarde forever, even after his passing. With that, he fell into a pile of ash and bones, with an amulet and rusted armor atop the small pile.

Silas offered a choice of reward: A bag of holding, or the tongue of sentinels and fey creatures. Although, a choice it was not, as he claimed fortune had already decided. He walked to Xevan and placed his finger upon his lips, transferring him the knowledge of the language…I won’t deny my jealousy…but I still believe it is much more valuable than a bad of holding. He offered Nikul a place in the Blackwing Nightcloaks, a thieves’ guild of Spiregarde. Nikul’s time with us had come to an end. I could see relief on Xevan and Sapphira’s faces, but I appreciated his sacrifice and silently mourned his departure. I must agree, though, that he will be better off there than with us…

It was a long day, and I thank you, spirits, for aiding and guiding us through this difficult journey.

Temple in the Storm

Lareth’dei the 13th of Wardingdawn, 1325 IR

A rough storm surprised the heroes, causing them to take shelter in a small cavern. Nikul and Thryn, exhausted from the long walk, set up their bedrolls by a broken bladegem deposit and took a rest. The other three, however, ended up having a surprise in the otherwise unexciting cave.

Saphirra and Awynn bathed in a hot spring in the back of the cave, which ended up turning into a full on back massage for Awynn. Xevan was distracted patrolling the front of the cave. He decided to check up on the girls when Awynn heard a whisper in the winds, causing her alarm. Karme, too, was upset by the message. Awynn rushed out of the hot spring, still fully naked, to the bladegem deposit to use the scent as incense for contact with the spirits. She saw a man, speaking some alien words, walk through the north wall of the cave. Saphirra and Xevan went to inspect the wall while Awynn decided to ingest an Elixir of Clairvoyance, and directly after the elixir entered her, she saw hundreds of soldiers, slaying men, women, and children, then raising their swords to the sky and turning to lightning. She also saw a large beast, a man covered in black scales with the head of a dragon. Upset by this, she stood and walked to the north wall. She attempted to recreate the words the man spoke. After several failures, she smashed her head against the cave in frustration. Although this did nothing, Xevan helped Awynn and she rammed through the cave wall, exposing a set of stairs leading to a temple. Also, he coped a feel on her large breast.

In the temple was a brazier and two poles sparkling with electricity. As they entered the temple, Nikul woke, and coming to see what went on, stepped on some strange floor. He viciously swung his sword at Saphirra, but luckily missed. After investigating the temple, the heroes heard a song echoing off the walls. Nikul recognized the song as The Song That Ended A War, sung by Silas Songweaver, which was so beautiful it caused the warriors to cease fighting. As they walked down the stairs to the temple, they encountered the famed Eladrin. He explained the storm was not natural, it was incurred by the followers of Kord, the god of storm and war. The Stormcallers of Kord has been corrupted, and it was up to the heroes to stop it.


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