Campaign Chronicles

Hmmmm.... kinda has a point there, unless the Ring is capable of granting sentience. The bigger danger is that chickens are fast and agile so an invisible one that escaped would be racing straight to Sauron. A Chicken Armed with the One Ring CR: ⅙     Tiny Animal     HD: ¼d8 (1hp) Init: +2     Spd: 20'     AC: 14 (+2 Dex, +2 size), t: 12, ff: 12 Attacks: (BAB +0; Grap -13) ; +4 Peck: 1d2-5 (20/×2) SA: SQ: Low-Light Vision Align: CE     Saves: Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2 Str: 1, Dex: 15, Con: 10, Int: 2, Wis: 10, Cha: 6 Skills: Listen +5, Spot +7 Feats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse (b) Gear: The One Ring This is a chicken has eyes that gleam with a feral madness that is unsettling, even for a stalwart adventurer. It slips a golden ring over its claws and around its ankle before vanishing from view. Background: Instead of bringing the Ring all of the way home, Bilbo dropp...

While enduring his trials during the Test of High Sorcery , Ra’ziir found himself faced with a mighty red dragon known as Death-Maw. The dragon demanded that Ra’ziir address him with 100 different titles. Unexpectedly, my player stepped up and provided a list. It was way too much to include in the Trial but the complete, Unabridged Version appears below. The Bladesinger scoffs at the request ever so slightly. “And lo, oh Unnamed Terror Who Slumbers in Gold, should I meet your request would you then ALSO honor me with thy actual name?” The Elf smiles at the gargantuan reptile. “Think on it while I sate your whimsy…” Ra’ziir gestures as if addressing a large crowd… “Behold! Before me towers: The Crimson Terror, Ember King, Lord of Scorched Skies, Inferno Sovereign, Scalding Wyrm, Flameheart the Mighty, The Blazing Reign, Sovereign of Ashes, The Infernal Overlord, Flame’s Wrath, Dragon of the Burning Dawn, The Red Fury, Firelord of the East, Scorched Monarch, Tyrant of the Blaze, The ...

8th Day of Hiddumont, 348 AC Hours pass and Ra'ziir awakes, surrounded by a silvery mist. Slowly, the fog begins to dissipate. He steels himself, preparing for the final trial in your Test of High Sorcery. The fog whooshes away suddenly, revealing a truly bizarre place - floating islands of uneven black rock littered with broken bones and blasted rock hang in the air. Some remain still, others slowly tumble end over end. Putrid green clouds separate these "earthbergs". Flashes of lightning and the peal of thunder fills the air. Sixty feet or so ahead, so twisted and broken humanoid floats with his arms spread wide. It wears mage robes, and though they are vaguely humanoid, their jiggling flesh has turned slick and purple. The mutated mage’s right arm has transformed into a long, writhing green tendril, and one of their eyes bulges so far out of its socket that it looks like it could pop at any moment. The aberration moans, and their voice fills the air with the sound of m...

  09 Hiddumont 348 AC Knives asks his escorts if either of them would be interested to sparing or know someone that might humor his request. "You can join us," Raven offers. Knives responds that he would like that but didn't want to presume to which the elf replies, "I'm always willing to fight, pretty much anytime, anywhere." As Grotto and Knives spar with Raven, the dwarf realizes that while he is a better offensive fighter than Knives, the ex-mayor of Hamelin, is nearly impossible to hit. "Teach me some of your fancy elf moves", the dwarf says to Raven. Knives notices that there is a strong similarity between the elf and the dwarf's fighting styles - both emphasize powerful strikes with Raven being the faster of the two. As the fight goes along, Knives explains how he had just returned from getting a feel for the city, especially the ways out should the need arise. Raven nods, "Good idea, we seem welcome but with our 'honor guard...

7th day of Hiddumont, 348 AC The night passes quietly in peaceful comfort. The next morning in the Tower of Wayerth is quiet and a sense of tension hangs in the air. Ra’ziir doesn't see anyone around although breakfast has been laid out so he helps himself. He finishes eating and turns to head back toward his quarters when he glances into the grand hall where the leaders of the Conclave gather. The Hall of Mages is an immense obsidian chamber with a 60' ceiling. Twenty chairs sit in shadows, while one central chair gives off a cold, white glow - the hall's only light source. All twenty-one chairs face the north wall.  The longer he looks into the room, the larger it seems although whether it is a trick of the light, clever architecture, or magic is hard to tell.  He turns away from the chamber and finds himself at the bottom of a spiraling set of black stairs that were not there a moment before. The door to the Hall of Mages is gone, replaced by a blank stone wall. Above, t...