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Mustering of the Troops

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04 - 07 Newkolt 349 AC Upon seeing the scorched bees in place of where he believes his friends should be, Kysek reaches out, utilizing his ring of sending. He realizes it’s a long shot but he calls out the names of his friends asking if they’re okay. He waits only briefly for a response he’s certain won’t come. Kysek accepts his medallion. He says, “I am humbled by your gratitude, however there are those who live within your walls that deserve this more than I. As for a seat on your council, I can act as a steward. I cannot accept in whole as I have a place not of this time or space where my wisdom is needed. There will be men within your city who will step up and prove worthy of the seat you offer to me. Great men are born of hardship. They’ll make themselves known before this ordeal ends. As it is; there is much work to do. There are many preparations to be made.” Romulus declines the commission. "I have no business leading troops in battle but I will help where I can." ...

Silvanost - Funerals for Friends

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01 - 04 Newkolt 349 AC Shadow listens to the rousing speech by the Elven Elder and turns to Raven and the others, “To think that after all this, after clawing my way out of the Underdark, after traveling all over creation to end up here fighting a Dragon Army for a bunch of pale knife-ears. The irony of it all. I love this plan. I am excited to be a part of it. Let’s do it.” Raven, rarely jovial even in the best of times, simply nods and tells his dark elf friend, "I will be down by the waterfront. I need to speak with Eilra's crew. Let me know when we are moving out." Romulus, walking with his feet wrapped in bandages and leaning on his staff announces, "I will be at Wayreth. I must make some modifications to my gear. I will return as quickly as I am able." Shadow speaks up, “Rom, I would like to go with you and see if we can discover more about the Dragon Queen and how to kill her dragons and these dragon men.  Hopefully there some weaknesses we can exploit...

Silvanost - A Declaration of War

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01 Newkolt 349 AC As soon as Grotto heard of Lorraine's awakening, he headed to the temple. It greatly upset him to see his friends and mentor so badly wounded but he felt joy that she was alive. The battered dwarf went to her with a chair in hand and told her to rest. His students bandaged his injuries then supervised the treatment of the inflow of the injured. He gave the healers vials of his alchemical mixture. "Give a small bit of this to those beyond help. Do not let them die alone. These drugs in this undiluted form work quickly," Grotto told them solemnly. Shadow commanded his two elemental “friends” to help put out fires and remove rubble as long as the spell binding them to his command lasts. He soon learned of the House of Healing being destroyed and hurried there. He found his way to the makeshift temple and offered his three healing belt powers to save three on the brink of death. His magical belt’s powers used up for the day, he left to find the others. As ...

Silvanesti NPCs - Villains and Antagonists

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Feal-Thas' classes and levels are based on his appearance in the DL6 module " Dragons of Ice ". He was listed as a 7th level Chaotic Evil Elven Fighter/Magic-User but his THAC0 was 13, so he would have had to be an 8th level Fighter. He could cast one 4th level Wizard spell so that would have made him a 7th level Wizard. His presented ability scores were: Str: 18/35, Dex: 17, Con 10, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 8. He had Chainmail +2, a Shield +1, and a Longsword +2. He gained a +2 bonus to hit elven characters. The description of his chambers say that he had moved all of his treasure to a secret room in the library but the only things listed in the description for that area were a desk and writing table containing a scroll and a journal written in Elven. His dragon companion, Sleet, was a female Ancient Huge White Dragon. Following the AD&D to 3e Conversion Manual, his Strength becomes 19. His Intelligence was increased to 14 to ensure he still had access to 4th Level spe...

Attack on Silvanost - Part 6 and Aftermath

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01 Newkolt 349 AC Kysek shakes his head. “Damned dragons!”, he states boldly. He then pulls the wand of lightning bolt from his pocket and unleashes it upon the green he blasted with cold. The bolt strikes the dragon at the base of its wing and while the beast falters, it does not fall. Shadow races after the green dragons as fast as he can. His fingers fly through a series of arcane gestures, culminating in a cry of " βολίδα!" An orange bead appears in his open palm and he hurls it towards the fleeing wyrms. The bead streaks through the air, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake before exploding between the two flying reptiles. Both dragons dip precariously, dragging their bellies across several rooftops before pulling up and making it out over the city wall. Raven cuts and kicks the wall until he makes an opening large enough to climb out of the collapsed building. Once the hole has been made, he sheathes his sword and crawls out, dangling for a moment before dropping to ...

Attack on Silvanost - Part 5

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01 Newkolt 349 AC Kysek takes a line that would bring him directly under one of the returning greens and hunkers down behind a mostly intact chimney, knowing that dragons would be able to see through his invisibility and waits for the approaching Greens to come within reach. Shadow watches the blues peel off and the greens tear into the building Raven ran into. He points his finger and tracks them for second before beginning the incantation to produce a small bead glowing like an ember. With a final shout of " Φωτιά Μπάλα," he releases his magic and a massive fireball erupts between this next wave of dragons. Orange and red flames wash over green scales. Both dragons, already weakened by Ra’ziir's spell of dehydration roar as their emerald hides are blackened and burned by the magical fire. Then Kysek strikes. Rising from the rooftop as the fireball fades away, he lunges at the belly of the trailing wyrm. The turbulence from the dragon flying so close to the rooftops pr...

Epoch - My Next Campaign Setting?

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I found a game called " Epoch " not too long. I talked about it briefly with Ra'ziir's player this weekend (in between attempting to fix the stove - found the part I needed yesterday so it's up and running again and dealing with the water leaking from the bathroom into the kitchen). In short, 20,000 years ago during the Pleistocene epoch (last ice age), somewhere on what would eventually come to be known as the Scandinavian Ice Sheet, we find a band of hunters.... Vast regions of the world are covered in ice. Humans are slowly clawing their way to dominance over the declining Neanderthals and nearly extinct Cro Magnons. Every day is a struggle for survival. Rival tribes competing for territory, dangerous predators, freezing cold, and vengeful spirits all threaten your very existence. You are either one of the Bone Children (Neanderthal) or Stone People (Homo sapiens), a member of a hunting party - hominids eking out an existence in a hostile world. Your party is...

Attack on Silvanost - Part 4

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01 Newkolt 349 AC With the second red dragon slain in the street, Kysek whispers, " Μύγα," and takes to the air and seeks out what will become the next victim of his plan. The elf thinks to himself, ‘The red may have been able to avoid it; the ones in the air have little chance.” As he begins to ready his spell, he notices the flight of green dragons rapidly making their return. “Good boy, Spewer! Now, get back here.” Shadow drops below and slightly behind the dragon, launching an attack while its rider screams in agony. His flying purple claymore slashes at the dragon's belly. The blade penetrates deeply into the dragon's armpit, sinking deeply enough to nick the wyrm's heart. An ear-splitting roar erupts from the beast’s throat, shattering windows and sending glass raining into the street below. The dark elf swoops in, Swiftwind at the ready, and launches a flurry of blows. The first stab plunges into the wound left by the flying, purple sword, tearing it open...