Post by oak on Oct 11, 2013 19:54:10 GMT
I am Momorphus'Rhaz and this is my tale, or at least part of it regarding my journey through the planes.
I am Brass and I carry with me the spirit of my late friend and ally to Lomar, Wiston be'Leowes. I also carry with me my friend Chrysomer, of whom I am not worthy but I value his companionship and guidance. Together we are as one for so long as it takes to find one who is indeed worthy of Chrysomer, then we will be two again. But that is not the focus of this story, rather that is just a part.
I was not there when the great tower fell, I did not witness the arrival of the new Herald, the one who calls himself The Champion; the one who is sent to usher in the age of Zarathos through lies and manipulations. However, I was a member of that Tower, albeit a lesser member as I am Bard and not Wizard. Additionally, I was there after the fall and witnessed the charred shell of that which once stood great and tall. I was there to seek allies in the approaching storm, to hold back the darkness that approached, I sought out any sign of those who managed to flee with their lives, certainly there were some. As such I discovered that the powerful Zaphie was assembling a party of adventurers to help restore the Tower by seeking the founder who has left at some time to traverse the planes. I volunteered...
I was met again by Arakrull, one who I call friend despite the urging of Chrysomer. Droggle who was another of my fellow prisoners and forced into service locating Chrysomer and later seeing to the salvation of the northern fort was also in attendance. A new face, a lass by the name of Clare had also happened into the gathering at the Renford portal house. There were a few others initially, but they fled before we ventured too deep and so in order to avoid any notion of cowardice I shall not name them here in my journal.
Zaphie and two other Magi were gathered to send us on our quest, we would travel to the warm lands south of Lomar and east, there a crypt of a long gone Planes Master would be discovered and the goal was to retrieve the wisdom of the Planes Master so that the Magi could locate Sargon himself. And so with Sargon at their side the Tower could be restored.
We found the elaborate crypt easily enough and inside discovered a warning, along with a bit of a hint. I hesitate to go into detail about the warning and hint because I do not wish my journal to fall into the wrong hands and reveal the means by which one could exploit and or further loot the crypt. Suffice it to say that there would be four planes to travel into, four dangers and four keys to defeating those dangers. All to eventually lead to a fifth plane where our goal was to be found.
But as we began deciphering the clues given, we were come upon by an adult Dragon of a type I am unfamiliar with. It appeared as tarnished, oxidized metal, but behaved as no Metallic I ever heard tell of. It attacked much as a guard dog would in a Human mansion or estate. I witnessed as Droggle's weapon instantly aged and crumbled, becoming nothing more than a heap of rust upon the dust covered floor. At first I was terrified, though I should not have been affected by the aura of another Dragon; perhaps this creature was more different than my kind than immediately was apparent? In the end, it was the combined efforts of the summoned creatures that dispatched this guardian. Enraged that one so similar to me and my kind would not so much as parley, I raided the creature's horde (there were indeed some similarities to my kind). When the others fled for their own safety, I distributed the horde among those of us who remained. A sizable chunk of coin to each, more than enough I believed to make up for the fact that I retained the gem stones for my own horde, or perhaps a nice snack later.
*** To be continued ***
I am Brass and I carry with me the spirit of my late friend and ally to Lomar, Wiston be'Leowes. I also carry with me my friend Chrysomer, of whom I am not worthy but I value his companionship and guidance. Together we are as one for so long as it takes to find one who is indeed worthy of Chrysomer, then we will be two again. But that is not the focus of this story, rather that is just a part.
I was not there when the great tower fell, I did not witness the arrival of the new Herald, the one who calls himself The Champion; the one who is sent to usher in the age of Zarathos through lies and manipulations. However, I was a member of that Tower, albeit a lesser member as I am Bard and not Wizard. Additionally, I was there after the fall and witnessed the charred shell of that which once stood great and tall. I was there to seek allies in the approaching storm, to hold back the darkness that approached, I sought out any sign of those who managed to flee with their lives, certainly there were some. As such I discovered that the powerful Zaphie was assembling a party of adventurers to help restore the Tower by seeking the founder who has left at some time to traverse the planes. I volunteered...
I was met again by Arakrull, one who I call friend despite the urging of Chrysomer. Droggle who was another of my fellow prisoners and forced into service locating Chrysomer and later seeing to the salvation of the northern fort was also in attendance. A new face, a lass by the name of Clare had also happened into the gathering at the Renford portal house. There were a few others initially, but they fled before we ventured too deep and so in order to avoid any notion of cowardice I shall not name them here in my journal.
Zaphie and two other Magi were gathered to send us on our quest, we would travel to the warm lands south of Lomar and east, there a crypt of a long gone Planes Master would be discovered and the goal was to retrieve the wisdom of the Planes Master so that the Magi could locate Sargon himself. And so with Sargon at their side the Tower could be restored.
We found the elaborate crypt easily enough and inside discovered a warning, along with a bit of a hint. I hesitate to go into detail about the warning and hint because I do not wish my journal to fall into the wrong hands and reveal the means by which one could exploit and or further loot the crypt. Suffice it to say that there would be four planes to travel into, four dangers and four keys to defeating those dangers. All to eventually lead to a fifth plane where our goal was to be found.
But as we began deciphering the clues given, we were come upon by an adult Dragon of a type I am unfamiliar with. It appeared as tarnished, oxidized metal, but behaved as no Metallic I ever heard tell of. It attacked much as a guard dog would in a Human mansion or estate. I witnessed as Droggle's weapon instantly aged and crumbled, becoming nothing more than a heap of rust upon the dust covered floor. At first I was terrified, though I should not have been affected by the aura of another Dragon; perhaps this creature was more different than my kind than immediately was apparent? In the end, it was the combined efforts of the summoned creatures that dispatched this guardian. Enraged that one so similar to me and my kind would not so much as parley, I raided the creature's horde (there were indeed some similarities to my kind). When the others fled for their own safety, I distributed the horde among those of us who remained. A sizable chunk of coin to each, more than enough I believed to make up for the fact that I retained the gem stones for my own horde, or perhaps a nice snack later.
*** To be continued ***
