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= Logs =
= Logs =
== August ==
== May ==
=== 27 ===
=== 10 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h|
{{playerlog|Communal Log|
Some new guy came through the portal, but I already forgot his name. Did have the power to make himself larger which was kind of neat. We took him to the Inverted Tower of Drathis so "[[Ignar]]" can show him how to fight. I don't think new guy expected to see so much of [[Ignar]]'s back side. Also, [[Ignar]] doesn't know how to handle fire. There is a reason we don't just let anyone use magic. I think [[Maerilith]] is pretty pissed at him now. Things could get interesting. But besides almost dying, that was a pretty good run. We fought a few beholder like creatures and I retrieved several eyeballs and tentacles! With all our previous experience with aberrations, I think I make good use of these.
* The group decided to wait the time out
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* Rich's character investigated the magic that was being purified and found that it was being used to create arcane that mortals could use. He went about trying to construct a magic item to allow him to cast two instances of illusion magic at the same time and the workers constructed it for him so his character has a ring that allows for minor or major illusion to be cast twice whenever it is cast once.
* Trevor's character tried to build a bigger gun, which failed
* Morgans character went around asking people if they had names and ended up with the general opinion of him becoming less favorable
* Gabe's character went to try to hide some loot for future adventurers to find, but ended up not doing so


{{npclog|Coral Shimmering Sand|
When the group went up to meet with Ti they were greeted by a hunched figure in the middle, spreading from the figure were a multitude of, what I was only able to describe as, hinged tendrils. A series of straight sections that bent at fixed intervals along their path. At the end of each tendril was a creature that looked like a slightly mutated version of the one in the middle, some taller, some smaller, some wider, etc etc. Each one was recording data on some medium, all sorts of methods of record were being utilized.
Key Kait, I hope this find you well. I have to share this with you, today was wild. We had a huge fight in our little guild faction. This old crotchety gnome got all uppity with one of my friends for, can you believe it, not getting an apology from her for taking a magic item from him which he used to blow up half their adventuring party! What a riot. Anyways I think he is a good person, but wow I was not expecting to treat someone who is two hundred years my senior like a small child today. The two of them even stole each others belongings, I might have to purchase some locks from Ember if this is a continued occurrence. I may have threatened to take all of his belongings off his very person while he slept, though I never got the chance to. The little guy just walked back into the faction hall in the middle of the night, stripped off all his belongings, threw them onto his bed and walked right on out, weird huh. I guess he figured that I could not steal them from him if he did not have them on him. Dude is smart in a backwards kinda way like that, kinda respect it a little.


On an unrelated note can you pass this along to your mom? I was wondering if you knew of anything that would make it look like someone died in their sleep of a heart attack? It does not really matter if it is a painful or painless concoction only that it appears to be a heart attack. I am working on something for the future and I think this is an important piece of the puzzle.
Above the room hovered a large glowing ovoid object that lit up Ti's room with a light brighter then the natural sunlight from outside, which the group learned was "the weaverseed" the source of existence for the realm and the arcane nexus that creates the deities every millennia. The magic from this object is what was being purified in the lower section of the tower.
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=== 20 ===
When the players walked in they obseved all of the jointed tendrils fold in pulling each of the bodies into the central one, who then stood up and greeted the players with a smile asking how they could help. Ti stood 12 feet tall, draped in a raggity cloak manufactured in an era long past. Their face rather unassuming while their arms and legs like black sticks jutting out from under their cloak. Ti also seemed to be able to reach at any point in the room regardless of the distance, as demonstrated when patting Morgan's character on the head while exploring the room.
{{playerlog|Avallac'h|
It's good to be back! A rather bizarre set of events ended with me trying to "eat" an object that was not meant to be ingested. I don't know what came over me. After several visits to the dentist and some time to heal I am able to eat real food once again! I feel great now. Even my magical abilities come easier to me.  


The Ruby council went to investigate a temple dedicated to a deity named Jalari. We found a book that [[Maerilith]] was able to read. Unfortunately it summoned an angelic person, who swiftly demanded it back. [[Maerilith]] was obsessed with this book, as she always is when it comes to the deities of Sunholm. She teleported away leaving myself to get struck down by this powerful being. Luckily [[Maerilith]] came back and saved us from being executed.  
Ti was questioned by the individuals who entered their room, explaining that Ti's purpose is to record the history of the plane. In doing so Et granted Ti the ability to grant names to individuals so that they may be more easily referenced within the history. As such the party asked Ti to give them names.


Recent events are also a reminder that our lives our short as team death squad can strike at any time.
At this point the DM did not have enough information for any player other then Trevor as to what their name would be.
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*Trevor's character was named Ith'Geb. Who later in history would become known as "Keeper of the Forge"


{{playerlog|Maerilith|
The other players decided among themselves which characters would fit best to each of these roles (with some restrictions based on character choices):
There were a few too many close calls in one day for my comfort, but at least we've uncovered more details of this land's historied past.
*Keeper of the Temples
*Keeper of the Army
*Keeper of the Homeland
*Keeper of the Faith


At the crumbling temple to Jalari, we learned more about Jalari's worship. All the prayers were very war-focused with themes of protection, defense, and attack interspersed throughout. It also appeared, for this settlement at least, that they primarily spoke sylvan. ''Tip for scouts: if you encounter a worshiper of Jalari, greet them with "Praise Jalari", which should curry favor but may also increase your chances of being influenced by powerful beings of the religion and hallucinations. This actually warrants more investigation, so if you test this out, please survive and report back with your findings.''
As a result Ti named each of the characters
*Rich's Character - Mai'cef, who would later be known as Keeper of the Faith
*Morgan's Character - Neb'tet who would later be known as Keeper of the Homeland
*Gabe's Character - Dae'mon, who would later be known as Keeper of the Temples
*Courtney's Character was left with - Kit'lai, who would later be known as Keeper of the Army


Fortunately, we also stumbled upon a journal from Inquisitor Kit'li that was filled with vital knowledge of the past conflict between deities and hints at the machinations of the temples Dae'mon has opened. Unfortunately, it was enchanted to prevent those from reading it - even I started to zone out while trying to focus on the words at first - and summoned a golden-armored, scythe-wielding angel with midnight black wings that demanded we hand the journal over before we could read it. We tried our best to reason with the angelic being, but it attacked me, so all I could do was yell for everyone to teleport back and portal back myself.
After the naming the player's characters begun to grow the beginings of their wings and the scene ended.


When I got to the faction hall and noticed no one followed me, I ran as quickly as I could to Moz's office for help. ''<small>Curse my useless wings! I really need to get that broom enchanted...</small>'' Once there and a brief summary of what was going on with the book and the angel and how we needed to go back to save them, Rok made an unenchanted duplicate of the inquisitor's journal and portaled me back to the temple. I rushed in, and seeing the being looming over Avallac'h with its scythe, I called out and returned the book to the angel in exchange for our lives, who then proceeds to read the journal faster than I've seen anyone do before ''<small>(Note to self: research techniques on how to read that quickly.)</small>'' and burned it to ashes before flying off without another word...
Each one of the player charactes in the primary time were granted a vision of one of Ti's many external bodies, after such an even each character became aware of the entire contents of the minicampaign (which would have been hilarious if Gabe had followed through on hiding loot). Additionally they became aware of excerpts of Ti's History (as found on the wiki page).


For some unknowable reason, Ignar kept trying to flirt with it and was unconvinced that she was too old for him. But at least everyone was alive and we had a duplicate that we could read back at the guild... Unfortunately, that led to some miscommunication, too, when upon returning to Moz's office, the journal's unreadable pages had been torn out and cast into the astral plane... And when I insisted on getting them back to confirm they were indeed useless, I may have had a... surprise trip to the astral plane. I do not recommend surprise trips to the astral plane, but I can confirm that the paper scraps were useless.
And that was the end of the session.


Regardless, after overcoming the initial panic, I thanked my foresight in buying shorter rope and managed to pull myself into an extradimensional space before I ran out of air. While concentrating on my wristband, Jimmy inexplicably appeared in my private sanctum and began to berate me before immediately portaling out again. ''<small>The nerve! Portaling in just to hog all the preciously limited air for a lecture!</small>'' Luckily, I still had enough air to finish concentrating on the wristband to get back to the faction hall where Ignar was already lounging and being his usual disgruntled self - not caring at all that I could have just been eaten by an astral monstrosity.
New pieces of history will be added to Ti's Journal over time, extending from where the Minicampaign ended (~1200 years after Et's birth) up until the current era (~6000 years after Et's birth)


But I rushed back to Moz's office for what seemed like the dozenth time that day to clear up the misunderstanding with Rok and make sure they knew I'd made it back. We hugged, I gave Rok a tiny gem as an apology, and I made my way back to the guild to make my own handwritten duplicate of this journal that caused nearly two deaths for its information! But as I alluded to earlier, it contained a wealth of history, and seemed to imply that Et (who I hypothesize is the Vengeful god that chased out or killed the other deities) tricked Dae'mon into creating the temples for some nefarious purpose. We need to track down Dae'mon to corroborate this information and determine whether he is still an agent of Et or not...
[[Excerpts_from_Ti’s_History|Excerpts from Ti's History]]
 
In other news! Jimmy has returned after roughing it in the wilds for over a year! I don't know how he managed to survive out there so long with the miasma, but it's good to see him rejoin... Avallac'h may not have survived this day without him. And hopefully, he's not too salty about me running off at first to get help... Or the misunderstanding with Rok after...
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=== 6 ===
=== 3 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Communal Log|
Sammy's death must have affected Avallac'h more than I thought as he was not able to accompany us during this week's venture. Crash was up to the task though! So Crash, Ignar, and I decide to try and clear out the path to the platinum mine.  
on our way to et's domain we encountered a slime/ooze dark entity. it did not have a name.
 
the ooze led us towards macaroni and cheese. It lead us towards the one with the name.
It went... okay... all things considered. There was more running away than usual, and I'm so tired of everyone complaining that I can't cast fireball! That fire infused shatter was close enough, but did I get any credit? No! I'm done with it! I'm scribing nearly every "useful" spell Avallac'h has and spending every night practicing until I can. Next adventure, you'll all see how much better I can make a fireball! Everyone is so generic with their spellcasting - they don't see how simple it is to manipulate the magic to your whim...
the ooze was cheerful and slowly killed themselves as they moved.
 
got to the girthy tower from up close.
And Ignar owes me! He would have died to that last Ettin if I hadn't misty stepped and thrown that potion at his face. But all he gave me was a silver piece... And I suppose he owes Crash, too, for pulling the monster away and punching it to death - with fists and then with Chonk.  
we did things and the session ended.
 
talked to someone briefly and then fixed an elevator.
And he owes all of us an explanation! Ignar seems to have acquired (or made?!) a contraption that definitely seemed to hold the effects of a fireball. Why didn't he use that the day before? I kept watch all night and didn't see him wander off, so I know he had to have had it already - was he just waiting to rub it in more that I couldn't cast it yet? Is it even the contraption generating the fireballs? ''<small>Note to self: Next time he goes unconscious, remember to investigate that contraption of his before waking him again...</small>''
Ti is in a room and there's two guards guarding the room
 
Somehow chess was being played with Rich to distract them but it didn't work
But otherwise, mission accomplished - the road is clear of Ettin. Next steps is to clear out the cave itself of its monstrous inhabitants, but I'm not going out again until I've perfected "fireball"...
wow these low fat doritos are pretty good.
cstover could teleport one of us in there?
morgan tried to break the door down and got shot.
we waited one week there.
fade to black
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== July ==
== April ==
=== 30 ===
=== 26 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Communal Log|
The Ruby Counsel has suffered a great tragedy... [[Sammy Mendez]] was murdered by the red devil creature that takes on the form of others and maliciously sells double-edged items. Young, innocent Sammy was tricked into rapidly aging in exchange for power by the red devil - some of you may have even seen some of Sammy's growth spurt between quests - but the aging acceleration did not stop and all we could do in the end was watch as Sammy crumbled to dust before our eyes... To add insult to injury, the red devil creature even stole Sammy's form upon his death and spirited away once more. If you have not previously been convinced to not make dealings with this red devil creature, I implore you now - in the memory of Sammy - do not make any more deals with this creature.
We're children of Jalari, so they tell us. We don't have names because children of deities don't get names. Jalari and Et are two main deities. One day a village explodes. We are all taken back into hiding. We're supposed to be good toward the mortals. Although people tow the line and interfere sometimes.


Lelyvia is taking Sammy's death the hardest, but there was nothing that could have stopped it once the deal was made. Instead, we should remember Sammy as he lived - as fiery youth that lived life to the fullest. In his last day, he managed to outrun Ignar in a footrace around the faction hall, to slay an oblex that feasted upon the broken warpstone and had drained and almost copied Ignar, and to make peace with Ignar with surprising maturity. It's a shame Ignar didn't accept it before the end.
Purpose is to find our purpose. Find out someone (rumors) that a deity kin has a name - Ti. We tried to escape once but were stopped by Jalari because not stealthy enough. A year later, tried again and tried invisibility and other skills and succeeded. Then we traveled towards a town that the rumor originated from. Approached the encampment, Gabe and Rich disguised selves and went to town elders and eventually we all revealed ourselves - Morgan's character was drawn in by Rich's drumming and the rest followed.


But life goes on. And on a more positive note, this tragedy has united us and brought us closer together - any grievances between Avallac'h and I have been set aside for the time being.
Trevor took a lot of their stuff and left a constantly glowing item with the encampment. We are now heading toward Et's domain. Et is the elder of the two deities. Dragons exist and have been tied to primal elements already - their purpose (6 dragons). Jalari is younger than the dragons.
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=== 9 ===
[[Courtney's Comprehensive Collection]]
{{playerlog|Avallac'h|
The Ruby council was sent to retrieve the Radiant Mind. After a fearsome battle with a giant reptile, we met a self proclaimed "demi-god" who was guarding the Mind. In what I can only describe as a strange shift of priorities, Maerilith fiercely defended this guardian and prevented us from completing the quest. What's the point of hunting for all these artifacts if we never reap the rewards. I am starting to suspect foul play. Sunholm citizens are acting strangely as if under the influence from other beings. For what purpose I do not know. Perhaps these outside forces are the same ones trying to destroy Sunholm.
 
On a personal note: Sunholm is under attack from powerful forces. Just look at the sky. The invaders that destroyed our guild hall are still on the loose. Deities and demi-gods interfere with our affairs. We need to be able to defend ourselves. Hard choices will need to be made to even the playing field.
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=== 12 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
When a benevolent deity actively protects an ancient and dangerous artifact from falling into the wrong hands, it makes no sense to defeat the artifact's greatest line of defense and risk it falling into the wrong hands. Some risks are too great to take even for the sake of knowledge.
Lelyvia is dead.
 
In fact, if knowledge is what we seek, allying and speaking with a being over 1200 years old is much more valuable. Why can't anyone else see this? There's a wealth of knowledge they have of this world, of its history, of what's going on now. They knew of Oolmagi, of the devastation at the Kalant Ruins, and of a Vengeful god, who fought and defeated Sunholm's deities of the past. They even knew of the device that's generating the deadly miasma - an artifact created by the Vengeful god itself - and gave invaluable advice of where we could begin seeking out a way to deactivate it.
 
We must not make enemies of this Jovial god and must cease trying to take the Radiant Mind from its vigilant protector. We may need this powerful ally in the future if this Vengeful god is still around or creates more devices like the one generating the deadly miasma, and just think of the knowledge we could gain if that is not enough to convince you all!
 
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In other news, beware of a red creature that takes the form of those around it and offers double-edged treasures for treacherous costs. Avallac'h already fell for one of its items and was almost further corrupted by the creature with another offer... I'm glad he saw reason in the end, but it seems the red creature whispers lies in its victims ears while trying to tempt them with its offer.
 
It also reacted strangely at the mention of Milo - another being with similar apparating powers and mysterious trades - and grew defensive when we asked if they had met. Perhaps Milo may know more about this individual...
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=== 2 ===
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
Lelyvia's dead, all right! And what drama too, seeing her head, still plastered with a surprised expression, tumble to the ground. But we avenged her, indeed with my final ounce of arcane power I myself sent the dastard who slew our companion into the realm beyond!
I was right! Don't listen to Crash - the password for the newly discovered and possibly created by Oolmagi plane is definitely 'shadow' and not 'pants'. The entire realm and creatures within are made of shadow and somewhat mirrored, so it only makes sense. Besides, who doesn't wear pants in rain...


Another interesting facet of this dimension is that time pauses for everything outside of it; no one outside will notice any passage of time despite hours of exploration. And upon exiting it, physical wounds that occur within catch up at an excruciating rate - I do not recommend testing this on anything more severe than a scratch. This still leaves questions of whether your wounds would reopen and close in rapid succession after leaving if you heal before exiting, or what the nature of death is in the space. Strangely, writing in this shadow plane does not remain upon exit, nor do we seem able to take out the written notes of a previous adventurer, named Ludvic. ''<small>I shall have to transcribe my maps and notes by memory, so I apologize for any discrepancies.</small>''
It was a mighty struggle, and we none of us came away without new, well-earned scars. Skythrix (proper spelling TBD) was a most worthy adversary, and full of vicious hate; it was a clear a dark, preternatural power drove her to fits of low cunning and viciousness not seen in any of our previous foes. Our mightiest mage spent most of the fight twiddling his thumbs in a demiplane, and only the desperate fireblasting of our second-mightiest mage saved the day. Here's hoping we face no such odds again, in any short amount of time...
 
The shadow creatures, which vary from demons, cats, dogs, and larger beasts so far, also appear to reset upon each visit. The Ruby Counsel cleared out a number of the shadows and Moz cleared two floors, yet still the same shadows returned to their same positions on the third trip. Moz also did not find the study room that we had with the notes and... already broken table, so there is a possibility of rooms moving or disappearing between visits. However, the first room so far has remained consistent.
 
Another warning to anyone exploring this place is to bring protection against psychic damage - based on my experience with manipulating spells to do so myself, it appears that all of the shadows' attacks have been psychic, but they are not resistant to the damage themselves. ''<small>Note to self: Remind Avallac'h to prepare intellect fortress for future excursions until I figure out how to get the symbols and incantations right myself.</small>''
 
One thing that is strange though is the almost organic nature of the twisting white and black thorny tendrils of the walls... It's not like other places that Oolmagi has created in the past nor has the usual puzzles and traps, so I wonder if this could be someone else's? Whoever it was though, they seek power...
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== June ==
== March ==
=== 25 ===
=== 29 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
[[Legend 03]]'s motor cortex has been restored and is functioning significantly better than we've ever seen before! While there was a slight hiccup in the installation process, Zara of the Forerunner's faction easily snapped a few gears into place and Legend awoke with growing cognizance of themself and their abilities. However, their sword is still missing and parts of their memory still seems to be missing or incomplete, so more work is needed to help fully restore Legend and awaken their full potential.
Hark, the tower once again! around and around and around. It is never ending. Who knows what awaits us at the top?
 
Speaking of growing potential, I think I might have made a pen pal here at the guild! ''<small>And hopefully, not another enemy...</small>'' I gifted them a spare piece of parchment to kickstart the process and eagerly await their first letter. I really think that this letter exchange will be good for them... I still remember every now and then the months when I couldn't or didn't speak, so I understand how difficult it can be to communicate and connect with others without speech... Writing is easier than talking anyways, so it'll be a nice change from the day to day goings on at the guild, too!
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=== 22 ===
{{playerlog|Kizmet|
PRIVATE LOG
Oh, the pain of a lost existence! I was mere inches from my goal, I could taste it in the wind. We were trapped in a time loop of some kind by the reckless spellcraft of that wizard [[Avallac'h]]. He dared to gaze through the crystal ball into the misty future, and we were punished for our hubris by the gods! At least, at first I thought it was a punishment. Every time the loop began, a swarm of raccoons I was collecting thrashed and gnawed in my arms! [[Lucky]] ate his baked potato many a time. Only little [[Lelyvia]] escaped unscathed.


=== 18 ===
It took us a few rounds to realize what was happening. In that time, I met the loves of (the remainder of) my life, the earthly Dina and the gorgeous young Mira... I think? The time scramble must have damaged my memories somehow... Anyway, they remember me not. Mira liked shells... I think?
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
We slayed a dragon! Well... Not the one that everyone talks about all the time, but a smaller one, a green dragon that hoarded an ancient dragon's fang. Once Svelta is rescued from the three remaining outlaws, she'll be able to do so much with that pristine tooth! And I suppose Ember might make something useful out of the dragon head we brought back... Maybe we should have brought more than just the head back... Oh, well.


Also, as an aside, beware of umberhulks. Honestly, a pack of those are more dangerous than a young dragon, or at least by the standards of how well Crash stayed standing and definitely didn't almost get eaten by them. Ignar had to switch his usual tactic, and impressively held his ground a few times against the creatures. Though, Crash still stole the show by ripping two of their heads off in a blind fury.
Once, the others tried to reach Moz's office to get assistance freeing us from the loop. Fortunately, I was in the bar learning about (I think) Mira's infatuation with (I think) seashells. So, I was not witness to the horrible slaughter of my friends by the guildmasters' faction, when they recklessly disintegrated their way past the construct Ruby.


And for those keeping tabs on Brem, he has a new pet wolf to help around the shop! And may begin stocking potions of heroism soon - provided he already has the ingredients, I suppose.
I soon realized that in such a world, I could find true immortality! I sped off to the guildmaster's faction to speak with Moz and remove the means of breaking the loop, but she was not so easily swayed. No matter how I gnashed my teeth in rage none of them would be dissuaded. It sparked a dark fury in me, burning away at the stubby wick of my passion. Heartless, all of them! Why should I believe in them, when they none of them feel my agony? Why pay homage to Lethander's sunrise when only '''God-Lord Et''' has proffered any form of assistance?
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=== 15 ===
{{playerlog|Kizmet|
Gaaaah, my aching bones! They sing their complaints day and night. The priestess of Lathander did her best to console me, but there are no new dawns on my life. No dawns for me. My patron stirs though, detecting somehow the approach of my soul. Not yet, great one! I need more time.


=== 11 ===
I found some reprieve with the witch [[Grendel]] and her hulking companion [[Urk'Buk]]. I was startled by their door greeting and destroyed it inadvertently; Grendel was kind enough to waive the great sum! What a sweet young lady. And with such lovely remedies - my bones felt better, however temporarily, after drinking her tea. Now, if only I had a more permanent solution...
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
Verta has returned! And with the head of one of the apparently four perpetrators that blew up the original guild, kidnapped Elaine and Svelta, and activated an ancient device that's the cause of the deadly green miasma now flowing across the land. A 10,000gp bounty has been placed on each of their heads, and the Ruby Counsel have a full description and map of the last known location of the remaining culprits. We will find them and we will save those missing yet!
 
Verta herself was also fascinating to meet... And apparently even remembered Ignar from the first wave of people through the portal. But I even got some recognition as the guild cartographer, and Kurst vouched for me! ''<small>Note to self: I should clean up some of these maps and consider selling the spares...</small>'' Otherwise, the feast went great! There was bountiful food, merrymaking, and a few brawls, which Krank and Crash featured in most. It was good to have such revelry... It's a good reminder that the guild will endure and recover from even the worst of devastations.
 
But once the celebrations wound down - the Ruby Counsel had a favor to perform! Avallac'h, Crash, Ignar, and I took Rok and Jagoda out to get more practice and experience in the field. While it was only a couple days away, Moz portaled us south to a forested clearing that needed eradicating of some pests, and eradicated them we did! There were some close calls with Jagoda, but she nimbly dodged all the attacks, and Crash was consumed once or twice by some shambling mounds but was fine as always. Rok was tremendously helpful throughout and knew so much about the biology of how shambling mounds work. I hope that we can help take him out more often - it'd be great to have more opportunities to knowledge share and give him the chance to see the world and spread his wings a bit more..
 
Anywho, I grabbed some random plants that Brem might be able to use while Crash chopped down a suspicious tree and ate one of its apples before we portaled back with our faction bracelets. Apparently, the platinum ones are supposed to be able to do group teleports, but it seems like they need a little more tinkering before they're fully functional yet. But overall, I'll call that a successful mission accomplished and a day well enjoyed!
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=== 4 ===
=== 8 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Lelyvia|
With one more week until Verta's return, we decided to take [[Jagoda]] on her first faction quest (and locked in a number of other quests for the Crimson Counsel). In addition to helping Jagoda gain some experience, we also helped Brem begin restocking his shop. He has been... tinkering with more dangerous ingredients lately, so hopefully the tumorgrass supply will give him something to do and reduce the number of explosions...
As Lathander teaches us, just as there will always be another dawn, there will always be a chance for a new beginning for all. It was good to see more new faces join the morning sermon this week, and while there seems to be a devious plot afoot, it's good to see the Sunholm community come together to help one another out. I don't want to give out too many details for the sake of privacy of my flock, but rest assured that nobody is in danger of being murdered in their sleep.
 
Otherwise, this week has been relatively uneventful. It's so hard to wait for Verta's return... I think that everyone's a little apprehensive with a mixture of hope and dread of what news she may bring.
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== May ==
=== 1 ===
=== 28 ===
{{playerlog|Lelyvia|
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
It's been a while since I've done one of these quest logs, but I must regret to inform all in the material plane that Lindric Luckstone, also known as Lucky, is dead and has been dead for so long as I've not known him. <small>''*whispers to Maerilith* Am I doing this correctly?''</small> Ahem... May Lathandar watch over that poor soul...
I really need to get enough gold for that broom... This last venture to finish retrieving the Radiant Eye reminded me just how much I miss flying and how useless my wings are today. Jumping off a mountain and feather falling down just isn't the same as true flight... Sigh...
 
In other news, that map of the Radiant Eye dungeon is also probably useless now. After we deftly dispatched of the last guardian and unraveled the puzzle within, nothing else stood in our way to retrieve the Radiant Eye besides the stone skull it was stuck within - a most difficult trial but we overcame it. Unfortunately, the Radiant Eye seems to have held the place together somewhat and with the Radiant Eye no longer in the skull, the mountain itself began to rumble as if it would collapse around us! We didn't stay long enough to find out though! Greth was the first to jump off, and I only just had enough time to hit with a feather fall before convincing everyone else to follow suit.
 
It was a long fall, but once at the base, we luckily had enough time to concentrate on the new copper guild wristbands and teleport back to our faction hall before the mountain came down on us. Apparently we hadn't been gone for long either, only a couple hours, so Moz was exceptionally pleased with us and even healed Avallac'h from his... definitely not mortal wounds from the puzzle aftermath. ''<small>So no worries, Lelyvia!</small>''
 
Even more excitingly, it sounds like [[Virta Novaligar]] - the guildmaster herself! - will be returning <strike>next week</strike>in two weeks with news of the despicable lowlifes that destroyed the guild, killed many, and kidnapped Elaine and Svelta. Best case scenario, the villains are dead, and Elaine and Svelta are rescued and unharmed and can join in the feast that's being prepared for Virta's return. Otherwise, hopefully the means of their entrapment is better known so that we can launch a full rescue mission next week! Otherwise... No. I won't consider that just yet - I've only heard rumors about Virta but there's no way she could have been bested by these villains or fail to rescue our friends. She just has to...
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=== 21 ===
== February ==
{{playerlog|Avallac'h|
=== 15 ===
I wonder what a day in the life of Greth really looks like. A curious creature that seems almost oblivious to the power that he wields. Its just another example of a lessor creature that doesn't need to work hard or study to master the magical arts. Otherwise I guess only elves would succeed. In any case, Moz sent us to another mysterious dungeon with a potential artifact that rivals that of the radiant heart. Our friend Greth was of no use as we battled the temple guardians. We had to cut our adventure short, but maybe next week we can bring reinforcements. Perhaps that little one with the pony. Looks like she may be good with a bow.
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
BEGIN PRIVATE LOG


Oh and Ignar lost his favorite armor. I guess we couldn't let him wear that cursed thing for ever. It was messing with his mind. Though the armor did make him look much more menacing. It could have come in handy in the days to come.
[[Xan]] was most resistant to our questioning. His smug confidence invited the stick, but I felt obliged to try the carrot for another week more. And it paid off. With just a bit of magical makeup from [[Maerilith]], and proper support from [[Avallac'h]], we convinced him that he was imprisoned with a dwarf. He then convinced himself, quite conveniently, that Mae's disguised form was a disguise... for a devil. He made a pact with this "devil", and in when his guard was down Mae was able to charm him and finagle the sordid details of his process out of him. Once we had done so, we turned him into a slug, and had our young Basili petrify him. Now, tucked away in my pocket, my Creator - at least, one of them. Just a little stone slug, cushioned and protected from the woes of time. Mine, with whom I may do as I see fit.
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{{playerlog|Lelyvia|
Before he took on his new and improved form, Xan revealed to the disguised Maerilith how he manufactures warforged. He claimed that a deal was struck, with a creature who sounded much like Et. Souls in exchange for... nothing, apparently. This thing in my satchel that calls me so is some kind of component of Et's ritual, used to entrap souls into shells. And once that dark ritual is complete, and photoreceptors open for the first time, a living warforged is made.
It has been a difficult past month or two for the guild, but with Lathander's grace, we have finally begun rebuilding and a modicum of normalcy has begun to return. Maerilith and the others even went off on a quest for the first time since the tragic attack that onset this schism and the subsequent deathly miasma that's covered this land. Luckily they returned relatively unharmed, but still not completely unaffected by the green miasma from their journey, which was only but a few hours. I fear what longer excursions might do to them.  


It also appears that Sir Ignar has finally done away with that awful cursed armor. When I asked how they managed to finally convince him, Maerilith just giggled a bit and asked if I'd seen a figure falling from the sky earlier in the day and then went on a tangent about a skilled new enchanter that's joined the guild.
Such a bastardization of creation. I want no part of this facade. We must learn to grow beyond this crude practice, this mockery of birth. When a fleshling has a child, from whence does its soul stem? Surely not captured from Hell, jammed into foreign flesh and sewn up by magic. No, this is not birth, but slavery hidden behind the chrome of modern Arcana. I seek no mere perpetuation, but Creation for my people. The ability to add Us to the world, not recycle old souls. This core is so powerful, but its power is perverse. It must be destroyed.


But otherwise, I've spent my time helping Coral and some newcomers get situated in our new faction hall - The Crimson Council - and I've continued to try to contact those on the list of missing persons from the event... No new news on that front, but I will keep trying. And may Lathander protect them and give them strength should they still be alive... But do not lose faith! We will find them, and we will not let those who could not be saved from the blast have died in vain. These perpetrators and kidnappers will not go unpunished. Lathander help me, justice will be had!
Moreover, this discovery weighs on me. Who was I? For if there is no true Creation in metal, then my soul was born to soft flesh. Mercenary? Vagabond? Hero? A Cobbler's son, or the bandit that murdered him? A lady of Waterdeep, or the peasant scraping at her feet? Does it matter? Can I know, somehow? ''Should'' I know, or will such knowledge only burden me further? And... should I tell the world, or even the freed brethren at my side? Who could continue in servitude when your soul was born free?
}}


== April ==
Perhaps the solution lies not in philosophy, but action. My soul... maybe its rightful place lies outside of this artificial skin, this prison of existence. Maybe when this mortal form expires, I will finally fly free, and taste of freedom at last. Maybe...
=== 16 ===
{{npclog|Kurst Halacor|
Yesterday was a tragedy for all of us. Being constrained to a bed myself all I can do is write this. We will rebuild, [[Kayhal Jrek]] has already begun drafting designs for what our new guild will look like. I must call attention to how much help Kayhal has been during this time, immediately jumping into action to help heal those who were injured after the first blast


<table>
END PRIVATE LOG
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Eric Silverhand]]</td><td> Deceased</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Deni Kaska]]</td><td> Deceased</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Svelta Friton]]</td><td> Missing</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Agata Maximus]]</td><td> Deceased</td></tr>
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Hakvalak Nomar]]</td><td> Deceased</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Olaf Itamari]]</td><td> Injured/Critical</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Elaine Faefiel]]</td><td> Missing</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Geth]]</td><td> Missing</td></tr>
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Legend 03]]</td><td> Injured/Stable</td></tr>
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Jimmy Fingles]]</td><td> Missing</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Kurst Halacor]]</td><td>Injured/Stable</td></tr>
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Kali Cantalar]]</td><td> Missing</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Mr Willup]]</td><td> Deceased</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Gruut]]</td><td>Injured/Stable</td></tr>
<tr><td>[[Fjergen Holfuuds]]</td><td> Injured/Stable</td></tr>
<tr><td>[...]</td></tr>
</table>
 
We must steel ourselves to find those who did this. Though still recovering from the previous incident [[Moz Lux]] and her group is beginning to track down who did this and bring those responsible to justice.
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=== 8 ===
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
BEGIN PRIVATE LOG


=== 9 ===
This must be what it feels like to be a young rascal! We've gotten away, and stolen cookies from the jar directly under the nose of our governess. Well, more like we've stolen the governess herself!
{{playerlog|Maerilith |
I don't know where to begin... It all happened so quickly... Moz was in the best mood I'd ever seen her. She was so excited about a new project that required the warpcube, and when we agreed to trade it for one of the prototype jumpstone catalysts she had, I'd never seen such a skip to her step.


Then... They came through the portal...
After an extensive period of planning we determined that the best approach was to go straight through [[Xan]]'s office window. I took [[Maerilith]]'s broom and led the way. Nobody was around, and an alarm was blaring incessantly, perhaps a new countermeasure against incursions. We took only a few turns before finding him in his library - there I tried to convince him to give up his cruel trade of flesh (alloy). He refused to see reason, but I wasn't surprised.


It must have been a trap! There's no other explanation for it - the invisible figure slipping through behind the knights, the figure chained in the middle being a half-orc just like her, the timing as Moz walked down - it had to have been coordinated. Somehow they knew about Moz here and set this up to take whatever revenge or punishment their twisted "religious" minds thought had to be done.  
The mages held a mighty duel in that cramped laboratory. It was beyond me to understand all the magics they wrought; the air was as much filled with  with muttered incantations as the ring of steel. Hands were constantly blurring with motion, etching arcane convolutions. They never stopped weaving, even as they did their best to interrupt the most powerful spells of their enemies. It was a terrible thing, seeing their delicate dance, but fortunately [[Avallac'h]] and Maerilith worked like the age-old team they are. They were able to occupy Xan's attentions so Ignar and I could move in to engage him. Ah, I believe [[Lucky]] was there as well.


All I can say is that I'm grateful that Kurst came as quickly as he did. Moz only managed to take out 2 before the assassin got to her; Avallac'h's warning shout came too late... But Kurst quickly took out the assassin and another knight who had resisted my attempts at thundering him away from Moz's unconscious form. Krank managed to restrain the final Knight of the Pure Chain for questioning in the prison, but the damage had been done, and even with all of Hakvalak's potions healing her wounds, we couldn't wake Moz back up...
His laboratory was lined with enslaved warriors who leapt to his defense. I pitied them, but my resolve was unwavering - what is the need of the part to the need of the whole? But, as they closed I suddenly felt a bizarre urge take hold in my processor. I reached into my sachel to find the strange power core that Nanny-12 retrieved for us. As it seemed to beat in my hand, a voice coursed in my ears... ''"Use me,"'' it crooned. At first I thought it was Xan, but this voice was different, ''older'' somehow. '''''"Use me!"''''' it insisted. I lost control of my very arms, as the force compelled me to replace my power core with this dark object.


After the danger had passed, Kurst tasked us with getting rid of the bodies and returning with what items could be salvaged. We identified their items, and nearly all of them were cursed with some tie to their religion and held poisons that could kill instantly...  
As I made the switch, the floor fell away from me. My mind felt like it flew to the stars and through the planet itself, tore itself apart and reassembled all askew, writhing with the trauma of change. And as my reassembled self slid neatly into the minds of the Warforged fighting against us, for the briefest moment I felt both the fear and confusion of the enslaved, and the dark glee of the enslaver. I opened my new eyes and saw my own body, brutalizing my friends, saying dark things.


It also seemed that whatever red kobold we'd encountered on our quest for the Radiant Heart found us again; it almost seems lured to places with large quantities of corpses and, from what I heard, forms out of their pooled blood... I don't think this is the Milo figure that Lelyvia spoke of anymore - Milo had never appeared in the same form more than once and didn't glow as ominously red... Whatever the kobold was though, Avallac'h did take one of its offers that Ignar had declined. I hope we don't regret it later...
The battle raged on as I struggled to get used to my new bodies. Walking 3 different bodies with 6 different legs is not a task my mind was designed for. I tried to pry out the black thing from my chest to no avail. Eventually, the team was able to subdue my old body and save me (thanks Mae), and my mind came rushing back to my chassis just in time to deliver the last blow to Xan. His guardians fell quiescent, and we trundled his unconscious body off swiftly to the portal. Our governess is now wrapped neatly up in a carpet, and we're discussing our story for the return to Sunholm.


But, getting back on track, we burned the Pure Chain bodies to ash and Crash smashed what bones remained to keep them from ever returning. Then, we went to bring what we'd found to Kurst, but only found Hakvalak inside, whom we gave the assassin's dagger and poison vial to in hopes that he could figure out a cure to get Moz back on her feet sooner. The emaciated half-orc was also fast asleep, so we didn't disturb him either. <small>''(Note to self: Make sure to keep a close eye on and thoroughly question the half-orc once he awakes to make sure he wasn't a willing part of the trap that the Knights of the Pure Trap sprung...)''</small> With that, we checked the prison for Kurst and found him interrogating the surviving knight. We informed Kurst of the cursed gear they carried and warned him about the poisons each one had before leaving him to his work.  
Now all that's left is to bring him back to Sunholm and decide what to do with him. At first I was convinced we only needed to meet a mutual understanding. Seeing how he treated my brethren made me less sure, but still I felt like ''some'' compromise could be reached. Even now I feel that executing him is a waste, and his skills are better leveraged for the betterment of the Created.


Svelta excitedly took all the cursed gear, thoroughly impressed by their quality, but I do hope that she's careful with them... I wouldn't want her to hurt herself or for the curses to rub off on the other gear. <small>''(Especially not my newly dyed light green leather armor... I've been meaning to get an outfit that better matched my wings now that they're more cosmetic... at least for now...)''</small>
And I wonder what he can tell us about this black power core. I have it with me still, close to me. At times I feel like I can even hear it whisper. I was terrified and disgusted, yes. But there was a ''euphoria'' about it. So many Created look up to me already. This is merely a way to help that along, to get past all those pesky Butlers insisting on the Old Way. With so much power, who knows what might be accomplished? If I can learn to use it safely, my vision of a shining utopia for the Created may be nearer than ever...


But after that whirlwind of events, I just didn't have the heart to go adventuring this week... The guild needs us this week. Moz needs us this week. So we'll be here to offer whatever extra protection we can provide!
END PRIVATE LOG
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{{playerlog|Avallac'h|
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
What a mess. Who do these fanatics think they are. You cannot cage magic. Well they got what they deserved. It's a shame what happened to Moz however. I hope she pulls through. Hmmmm, I wonder if I could get my cube back? I don't think Moz will need it anytime soon.
I didn't expect my first trip back to the material plane would be such a whirlwind of planning and action. In fact, I don't think I ever expected to return the material plane... I almost see Sunholm as my native plane now with all the memories and connections I've made there... It certainly feels more like home...


Why blindly devote your entire existence to some "deity"? I prefer to find power myself.
Either way, we've helped Nanny 02 with their... delivery pickup, and are back in the holding area of Sunholm. I don't know what Nanny 02's plans are for going through customs, or what they plan on doing with their... gift, but I hope it brings about a resolution to their troubles.
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I did meet our devilish kobold friend again. Gave me a pretty interesting cloak. I don't know if I want to use it.
=== 1 ===
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
We met with a most colorful gentleman today. He wanted us to teach him a wide range of combat techniques, from swordfighting to "deflecting magical spells" to even casting his own spells, in the magical tongue of Draconic. These skills were for use on the stage, to wow onlookers in an upcoming play. It was a smidge demeaning, but there is little debasement that would not be worth the staggering sum he agreed to pay. I can only hope he doesn't come to rely on some of those skills in a life or death situation...
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=== 2 ===
== January ==
{{playerlog|Avallac'h |
=== 25 ===
We found the Radiant Heart! We traveled to the Kaska Wastes and explored a strange temple hidden beneath the sand. The heart was hidden behind a door that could only be opened by placing a set of colored gems on the correct pedestals. Naturally our group was able to solve this simple puzzle.
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
I begin to think this temple has no end. My eyes claim we have already ascended half its height but my legs (and spell slots) refuse to believe so. This time we dealt with a scattering of skeleton warriors and oozes. No big deal; and even the red dragon we faced proved a so-so challenge. In fact, I dare say we could have truly taken on 1d6 of them without a sweat! Come world, bring all the horrors you have to bear, haha!


The Radiant Heart is not an artifact that creates some kind of shield however. Instead it seems you could "replace" you own heart with to make yourself particularly resistant to death. That is assuming you survive the process to replace your own heart in the first place. }}
The remains of this latest drake were efficiently dispatched by Ignar. We hope to sell them for some gain, and perhaps even make items of our own!


{{playerlog|Maerilith |
My labors with Rebecca are yet to bear fruit. My knowledge crawls closer though, with ever failed attempt and every day gone by… the simple machinery that is a living soul seems to become clearer and clearer in my mind’s eye. Soon.
I finally managed to convince the party to go explore another dungeon after a week off - this one was three days out in the Kaska Wastes ''<small>(Note to self: try to convince them to walk next time so I can better add the location to my world map better.)</small>'' Once there, we met a kobold guide named Greth, who for a sizeable fee, took us through the shifting sand dunes to the entrance of the dungeon. At first, I was doubtful of his navigation skills and tried to keep track of our journey by sketching my own map with the pointer pebble as reference, but low and behold, we did reach the skillfully disguised entrance. I'm amazed how anyone could have known that small recess in the sand led to a dungeon, besides by accidentally falling through themselves, but there we were.
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Once inside, we went room by room, deactivating traps and overcoming summoned guardians... Some were familiar though... I'd remembered Lelyvia's tales of facing some of the puzzles within Oolmagi's enchanted hut, which guarded the mirror that led to his Eternal Spire, and grew suspicious that what awaited us might be yet another work of his design. There had also been a suspicious figure that appeared and attempted to barter with Ignar with strange prices reminiscent of this figure I've heard of named Milo, but the costs of these items seemed much steeper than anything they've sold before... But, after making it to the central chamber with no casualties whatsoever, it only took two attempts with the help of my maps to unlock the final room and reveal the artifact that I doubt Oolmagi could have made.
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
Another day at the Holiri Floating Temple. Yet another poor red dragon... Wait, I said this last week. The temple has become a little repetitive, and even though we're only halfway through it, I bet we could quicken the pace if we stopped conserving our spell slots as much. A few skeletons or oozes or dragons haven't put up much of a challenge, so there's little reason to hold back on our spells fearful of a greater threat... At least not until we get closer to the top.


Within, we found the beating Radiant Heart held aloft by enchantments inscribed throughout the room. Avallac'h easily identified the artifact's properties and discovered it provided great protection but only to the one creature who replaces their own heart with it... Moz is a powerful spellcaster though, so I'm sure that with a little research, she'll find a way to harness its protective magic to do more for the guild. ''<small>As an aside, I think that Crash seems to have softened Moz a bit since he's arrived as she always seems in a better mood with him around... I'll need to make sure he doesn't die while we're adventuring to keep her from falling back to her former more testy state.</small>''
In the meantime, I will spend my writing donations expanding my ever hungry spellbook.
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Overall, it was a surprisingly quick adventure compared to the previous dungeons and ruins the party's explored. Hopefully, our success continues as we explore farther from the guild... ''<small>And hopefully Lelyvia will stop interrogating me after every supposedly dangerous outing! We're doing just fine, so stop worrying!</small>''
=== 18 ===
 
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
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Ah, once again the wonders of the Holiri Floating Temple! This time the two mages wouldn't stop running their mouths. I can't blame them of course, they must indulge themselves when their passion calls for it - even if that passion is for the rather dry world of Arcana. Honestly, the two others aren't much more interesting - [[Lucky]] and [[Ignar]] spend an awful lot of time staring into the distance, breathing out of their mouths. Well, perhaps I should be thankful for that with Lucky...


''After tending to you for nearly a year in the state you had been in, you can't expect me to just abandon you to your own devices and not fret over your wellbeing and of the wellbeing of the others without me being there to offer Lathander's protection! I'm only trying to help and make sure you're not overdoing it, so the least you could do is to let me know before you teleport off so I know where to go to rescue you all if none of you return... I heard that dozens of parties had disappeared in the wastes prior to your success, so there was no guarantee any of you were ready for such a challenge! Just... be careful. And may Lathander's light still protect you when I cannot.''
Anyway, the actual battle today was rather relaxing. Another smallish Red Dragon and a group of odd figures made of water. They attacked us after Ignar took a sip of one of their number, and for the battle [[Maerilith]] was unfortunately stuck upstairs with the biggest of their kind. Still, the battles were all swift and simple. Hmm, I wonder what the world would be like without magic... an incredible force.


''- Lelyvia''
Maerilith and I then spent some time taking apart the reptile for its constituent parts, which are highly prized among some communities. It's rather gruesome, but trying to melt visitors just because they step into your home uninvited... it's not exactly a tip from Horatio's Hospitality Hotline.
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== March ==
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
=== 19 ===
Another day at the Holiri Floating Temple. Yet another poor red dragon that only had the opportunity to move before we took it down... At least we're not letting all of its useful crafting materials go to waste this time.  
{{playerlog|Maerilith |
Avallac'h did not fare well during guard duty last week and still looked a bit singed from his fireball as we all prepared to head out to complete the Kalant Ruins, but with only four buildings left to explore, we couldn't skip this week. <small>''(It's a pity that nightmares were the cause of this accident, but it's a good reminder that nothing good ever comes from sleeping; I'm glad that I stopped.)''</small> Before we left though, Avallac'h and I picked up the two scrolls we'd ordered from [[Legend 03]], which I let Avallac'h hold onto after taking a few minutes to transfer them to my own book. Legend 03 is a curious thing, and I wonder what else it could do with upgrades... Perhaps it will expand its weekly spell inventory? Or perhaps even be able to craft magical items? Hm... This is something to look into more once I've stockpiled enough magical paper...


Back at the Kalant Ruins, I tried disguising myself as one of them based on the remains of the locket's drawing, but alas, we found no ghosts to speak with. Just some mummified zombies and more skeletons, which Crash and Ignar kept starting undead-head throwing fights with each other for some reason. After clearing out all the rooms though, Ignar brought out this perfume bottle that led us to a secret passage in Oolmagi's lab that led to a trapped and locked chest. Ignar almost got turned to stone trying to disable it, but once that was dealt with, Avallac'h clicked his fingers and the chest opened. <small>''(Note to self: remember to ask Avallac'h to borrow his spellbook for that spell once I finish figuring out the correct inscriptions for that difficulty of spell...)''</small> Unfortunately, most of the chests contents had rotted, but a silvery pearl with hints of a rainbow sheen in the light still remained. Avallac'h identified it as a pearl of power, and graciously allowed me to hold onto it so I can help contribute more in our future journeys.  
A watery canine put up a fight though, and I was left to fend for myself upstairs until its minions were dealt with. Avallac'h remained the heaviest hitter of the group. I am a bit envious of the arcane power that Avallac'h wields, but alas, my eyes still glaze over trying to decipher the higher level spells in his spellbook, so I will have to sate my cravings on scribing some lower level spells... for now.


With that, we returned and reported our findings to Moz about Oolmagi's lab, his experiment's devastation, Hevet, her template, and the triemveret's name fragments. Moz speculated that Oolmagi's experiment at the Kalant ruins may have been one of his earlier ones, or perhaps the one that was his last, but had never heard of Hevet before. Though, I look forward to seeing if she finds anything in her notes attached to one of the triemveret's names, which may provide our next lead...
As an aside, I appreciate the generous donations from those reading my notes here. I think it's fitting that the tale of vanquishing Urisys earned me the most gold from a quest log to date, but I wanted to express my thanks nonetheless and say that it's going to good use <strike>feeding my spell addiction</strike> expanding my arcane repertoire to exact justice on other enemies of the guild.
 
In the meantime, the world is wide and open for exploring. It feels good to have another map under my belt, and I look forward to what the next one may hold...
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=== 12 (Downtime) ===
=== 11 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h | Ever since we started visiting the Kalant ruins, I've been having nightmares at night. Maybe the stress of the ruins have been getting to me because I started to see ghosts in and around Sunholm when awake. While I was on Guard duty this week thought I saw a ghost, panicked, and threw a fireball at it. Let's just say I was a little too close. I may not be feeling at 100% for next weeks adventure. }}
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
 
We were able to hunt down the rapscallion who slew the poor elves in the nearby village. He was incredibly adept at hiding - I didn't even notice him until my telescoping eyes touched his corpse, already dead from [[Avallac'h]] and his powerful magics.
=== 12 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h |
We rummaged through more homes in the Kalant Ruins. Some of the occupants seemed to worship a god we have never heard of, Hevet.
 
Maerilith is pretty exited to learn more about Hevet. I would be more interested in minding some more of Ulmagi's magic. }}
 
{{playerlog|Maerilith |
While we still try to speak with the ghosts we meet, it seems to be a hopeless endeavor at this point to get any information from them without violence. At least Crash is no longer scared of them and not blindly attacking every one that he sees.
 
Fortunately, a couple of artifacts remained in tact enough to glean more information about Hevet and the previous inhabitants - what appears to be a priest's journal and a small locket in the rubble of a temple. Both were in delicate condition from age but preserved enough to read their contents. "The Word of Hevet" detailed the Kalant's worship of the Goddess Hevet and their religious leaders, the Hevet Triamveret, whose names only partially remained in the back: Deloyo, Sia, and Chesh. ''If these names mean anything to anyone at the guild, please come to me with what you know.'' The locket was more sentimental but still offered another connection to Hevet. ''Thank you, Svelta, for helping repair the locket. It means a lot to me.''
 
Not much else remains of the ruins to explore though, and while I'll be disappointed to leave them behind when we're done, they've offered more answers than I was expecting and yet... I still have more questions. But I can't imagine that the Kalant Ruins were the sole location of Hevet's worship... nor of Oolmagi's influence. I'm not sure why Avallac'h is so interested in researching Oolmagi's work - it's not something we should meddle with. But Avallac'h has been generous in sharing what arcane lore and spells he's uncovered so far, so I won't stop his pursuits <small><strike>''unless she deems it necessar''</strike></small> unless it threatens the guild.
 
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Also, a note to [[Barkom]]: While we've never had the chance to properly meet, my traveling companions have, and I've heard that you're interested in starting up a tavern. We've recently come across a barrel of possibly millennia-old wine and would appreciate your expertise in identifying it.}}
 
=== 5 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h |
We spent another day searching through the homes within the Kalant Ruins. We have encountered all types of haunted creatures. Poor souls that once inhabited this otherwise unremarkable little town. Progress is slow, but I believe we will soon be able to determine the nature of Ulmagi's experiment.  


Warning to future traveler's: Bring the means to reveal invisible creatures. }}
After bringing him back, we returned to discover a cowering young child, apparently carrying some dreadful plague which slew elves. Zi is not cursed at all; it's most likely the scoundrel and his psychic abilities dealt the killing blows to these poor creatures. I assume he merely believed what he was told. However, just '''why''' anyone would tell that lie is difficult to know.


{{playerlog|Maerilith |
We learned of the existence of "the green woman and her army," a reference, according to [[Maerilith]], to the deadly Skrillex. Our next target, as it happens.
Crash possibly killed our last opportunity to speak to the Kalant locals - a ghost that had returned to the first room. However, it's also possible it was just a scout to warn the others of our approach based on all the others'... violent reaction to our presence... But at least we tried. If only mind magic worked on ghosts...


Regardless, this trip proved less fruitful than last week's. We found nothing more about the previous inhabitants of this town, on [[Oolmagi]] or his creation, or of Hevet. Just vengeful ghosts, mindless skeletons, and a handful of gold... <small>(Mental note: remember to divide up what we found with the others before we head out again.)</small>
I hope we can rehabilitate Zi to be healthy and happy once more. Perhaps the orphanage which allowed its children to be eaten by mimics would be a good place. I'm sure they've learned the hard way by now how to care for children.


I hope Oolmagi's lab and belongings were not the last place here untouched enough by time to provide some  clues... I still have so many questions... I must learn more.}}
Unfortunately, there is no place for those of skin and bone in the promised land of the Created. As much as I am wont to welcome children of all nations, we must be strong enough not to depend on fleshlings.
 
== February ==
=== 27 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h | Another visit to the Kalant Ruins. This time we didn't encounter any ghosts. I think they are afraid of [[Crash]]. Something about his fascination with death, or the divine power he is able to channel through his axe.
 
During this visit, we found a laboratory of none other than our friend Umlagi. This old wizard has definitely left his mark throughout the lands of Sunholm. It seems like whatever he was experimenting with in this town is probably responsible for all of the death and destruction. Lets just hope that whatever he made stays buried in these caves. }}
 
{{playerlog|Maerilith | TODO - talk about second trip and deny profusely about anyone going unconscious at all during the adventure.
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=== 19 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Crash | We went to the Kalant Ruins and Maerilith tried to talk to ghosts while I valiantly and unafradedly went in and killed one of those evil ghost things dead while chanting my favorite song "Okthar Kamp Knol" (called "One More Time" in common). We also went somewhere else and killed some zombies. Also we found something that was some artifact or magic or something but I figured I would let wizards figure it out so they had something to do and to not embarass them with my brain strength. }}
A small bit of justice has finally been dealt out to the perpetrators who destroyed the guild and murdered nearly half of its people! Urisys has been brought to justice for his crimes, and only one member of the original quartet remains. We are still following up on leads about Skithryx, and while I'm no longer as concerned about Skithryx being too powerful by herself after our encounter with Urisys, I do have concerns with the army she keeps with her. Maybe if we can catch her on her own, then it'll be a more even fight? But I've seen her face to face, and Skithryx is an intimidating presence... I should learn more spells... I don't know that I'm ready yet...
 
{{playerlog|Maerilith | TODO - talk about the journey there, jumpstone installment, and initial exploration of the ruins.
 
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''You shouldn't have gone to the ruins without letting me confirm it was safe first! What if it had been filled with deadly aberrations as the last one had? Or the path there blocked by trolls or larger monstrosities? What if one of you went down and I wasn't there to bring you back up?! You were lucky it was only a few undead this time, but don't think I didn't notice how drained Crash and you looked when you returned. It may still be too dangerous for you there!''
In other news, we might have adopted an orphan to the faction? Or maybe not? Nanny 02 used to be excited to bring in more children like Zi; however, Nanny 02's behavior has been unsettling as of late and seems so obsessed with creating a warforged child that they're ignoring the living children around them. Hm... Maybe Elaine could use a new playmate. They both seem to have experienced similar traumas, so they would understand one another at least. Hm... But if Lucky's worry that there's an elvish plague does turn out to be true, then I'd want to keep Zi far away from Elaine... This will require more thought.
 
''-Lelyvia''
 
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''I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm not some child that needs to be looked after! I can handle myself, and these ruins... these ruins are important for me. I need to study them more, I need to find out what happened. Who lived here before. Don't you want me to get out and enjoy life again? Wasn't that all you were trying to do these past few months? I'm finding a new path forward. I need this.''
 
''-Mae''
 
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''Sigh... Very well, if I can't stop you, at least let me offer my assistance; I have a spare healing potion you can take for emergencies. But, if any of you go down while at the ruins, it's non-negotiable about staying put at the guild until whatever larger threat there is taken care of! If you're not back after a week next time, I'm heading out to bring you all back and can only pray I'll be able to recover each of you... May Lathander watch over you all in my absence.''
 
''-Lelyvia''}}
 
=== 12 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith | It's... been a while since I last wrote one of these... But everyone seems... surprisingly happy to see me walking around the guild once more. Except [[Ignar_Gnomez|Ignar]]. But his old cantankerous mind is failing him, so we shouldn't hold a grudge against him... too much. He ''did'' stab [[Crash]] during our week's journeys, so I'd watch your back around that gnome.
 
But my first journey outside of the guild's halls was quite interesting. We spoke with the farmers who were searching for their missing family heirlooms, and <s>fortunately</s> unfortunately, their tiefling-hating father had been eaten by wolves. Too bad we don't have any leads on their onyx figurines... I wouldn't be surprised though if some irritable, conceited, haughty wizard disintegrated them on a whim or over a simple misunderstanding.
 
Either way, we were back to square one on what to do, and for some reason, [[Avallac'h]] and the others seemed hesitant on going to the new temple with me. <small>''[[Lelyvia]], you better not have told them I wasn't allowed to go there without you! I'm not a child that needs to be looked after!''</small> So, instead I suggested we try to find a ruby for Elaine. I... needed to make it up to her... and how hard could a ruby be to find with a whole mine and vastly unexplored hills to the east?
 
As luck would have it, [[Eric Silverhand]] did have a ruby he was willing to part with for a discounted price. The only downside was that it was enchanted or infused with some sort of magic that burned and set fire to those that touched it. Avallac'h studied the gem from a distance with mage hand and detect magic, <small>(Mental note: practice mimicking some of those incantations and gestures tonight and experiment with what various deviations can achieve.)</small> and determined that it held some sort of containment magic but didn't know how to release it without damaging the ruby itself.
 
Without a way to safely free whatever was inside, it was too risky to purchase the ruby from Eric, so off we went into the hillsides in search of another. After a couple of days though, we'd only scrounged up some small chunks of gold and other gems, but nothing like the fist sized ruby from the mine. We decided to check in with Elaine to get a better understanding of exactly what she needed. (Moz had been willing to sell us a ruby, too, though it was half the size of the one from the mine.) Yet, there was a very particular size and shape that she needed for... something she was crafting, so the ruby from the mine was our best chance.
 
Carefully, we went to Moz <small>(I'm still surprised by her good mood in seeing me, but it's a welcome one.)</small> to seek her advice on how to break a containment spell without harming the gem, and apparently a code work or a simple dispel magic is all that's needed! So, back to the mine we went - Ignar was willing to purchase the ruby in exchange for the magical knife that Elaine was offering as a reward, but I still helped get a better bargain for him.
 
Once outside, Avallac'h dispelled the containment <small>(Mental note: these incantations and gestures were much more complex than detect magic - this one may take longer to learn.)</small> and out emerged an aggressive fire elemental. It simple enough to defeat the thing and retrieve the now inactive ruby for Elaine, who was elated to finally have it and happy to give Ignar her never-dull dagger and to agree to give back any excess ruby remains once she was done. Hm... Thinking on it, I think I noticed ruby dust on Lelyvia's temple wishlist... But the important part was Elaine was happy and amends are finally being made for the past.
 
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''So that's where you were! I was worried sick about you, Maerilith! When you disappeared without saying a word, I scoured the guild for you and feared the worst. You can't go off adventuring too far from the guild just yet, and especially none of the dungeons until I've checked them out first, so Lathander help me! It's too dangerous out there! You haven't seen the abominations that we have or the countless close calls we've encountered. As my ward, I can't in good faith let you put yourself in mortal danger. I know you're yearning to begin a new map of your own, but your safety must come first.''
 
''-Lelyvia''
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{{playerlog|Avallac'h | We met with the farmers [[Fjergen Holfuuds]] and [[Bjergen Holfuuds]] to inquire about their "lost" horse. It was almost a fruitless task, but they did mention a curious fact. The magical horse cannot die, it just reverts back to its statue form. Could that mean that it wasn't destroyed (''in some hypothetical battle of course'') and is instead lying out in the woods outside of Sunholm? If so I will need to research some magic to help us locate this artifact. }}


=== 4 ===
=== 4 ===
{{playerlog|Avallac'h | The Vahlarot Temple is clear of the vile vile aberrations that have called it home. We faced off against the temples guardian, a celestial entity that has been corrupted by demonic magic. Possibly a remnant of the ancient battle between good and evil that has been referenced within the temple. It was a hard fought battle, but as always yours truly saved the day. With the entire party down, I landed the final blow on this powerful foe. Maybe now I can complete my studies of the various aberrations that we have come across. }}
{{playerlog|Nanny-02|
After spending so much time on my research with R it is a relief to step outside and slay monsters once more. I feel the changes worked upon me in the last few months have altered my skills and mind beyond belief. But no matter how I change, my quest for a new home for my people continues. I feel as if the whole world is open to us, and we only need reach out and take it!


{{playerlog|Lelyvia | Crash, Avallac'h, Ignar, and I went the the Vahlarot Temple for perhaps the final time this week to face whatever lurked behind the final locked room. We prepared for an intense battle with some monstrous aberration as we inserted the emerald key into that last locked door, but all we found was a silent statue of some angelic being and walls inscribed with some form of sealing enchantment... After some time investigating, we decided to go and retrieve the corpse of the green angelic being downstairs - thinking maybe this was some sort of puzzle. However, as soon as we went to leave the chamber, the statue animated and struck Avallac'h a nearly mortal wound!
On a more mundane note, the creatures in the Holiri floating temple interest me. They are dragon-like, and among them are even some true dragons - red, and terrible. Although we didn't experience a great deal of difficulty this time around. The new armor R and I developed together has been working exceptionally.
 
A tense battle ensued after that with Avallac'h and I raining down righteous fire from a distance with Crash and Ignar trading blows with the statue. But it was strange. It seemed to deal radiant damage, but it refused to be reasoned with, and as it took more blows, this strange dark inky black substance began poring out of its cracks and necrotic damage began mixing with the radiant. Whatever foul thing animated the statue, we quickly discovered was far from angelic. But at last, Avallac'h cast one final fireball that seemed to put the creature on its last leg - the black sludge nearly covering the entire statue at this point - but its powerful screech knocked Avallac'h out, and in its fury, struck down Crash and Ignar in two quick blows. I stood alone with no way to heal them all at once and could only pray to Lathander I could get to them all in time. Knowing Avallac'h stood the best chance of downing the creature with another large spell, I healed him and rushed over to stabilize Ignar as Crash seemed to have stabilized on his own somehow. Then, I turned to face the corrupted statue and hold my ground to give Avallac'h a chance to finish it off. But... It's mace cracked down in one brutal swing, and... I remember nothing after that.
 
The next thing I knew was Avallac'h leaning over me administering a potion and the oozing statue frozen in place. Whatever it was, it seemed to have finally been defeated. So, after praying to Lathander to revitalize us all, we cautiously inspected the remains and the rest of the room. Crash collected some of the creature's tar-like substance and discovered that the mace the creature wielded was drawn to his own weapon and they seemed to fuse, giving off a bit of a necrotic aura itself now... Nothing else could be found in the chamber, but it felt complete, as though the temple had finally been cleansed of its corruption.
 
Going outside confirmed our suspicions. There stood Daemon! It was the first time I had seen the solar angel - any angel for that matter, and I was speechless in his presence. I didn't even have the chance to ask what holy deity he followed - perhaps he could have been one of Lathander's own messengers! I look forward to the day when we meet again. And the body of the green celestial creature we had freed was also no where to be found, so perhaps we will see them again, too... I have so many questions...
 
But Daemon congratulated us, and recognizing Ignar as one of those who had freed him initially, granted him the Seal of Joy and the task to reunite it with the others someday before flying off into the distance. With that, we did one final check of the dungeon to try and see if the celestial being was still there to no avail; however, we did manage to open the coffin we previously had not been able to unlock and retrieved a magical ring that pulled in a specific direction - SW if I recall correctly  -similar to those pointy pebbles Ignar and Maerilith have. Perhaps this will lead to the next dungeon?
 
Either way, we had done it! Valharot Temple was cleared, and we returned to the guild triumphant!
 
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TODO maerilith observations
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== January ==
=== 29 ===
{{playerlog|Lelyvia | Another week with a relatively full party, Sammy was busy with his own pursuits this past week and no one else was available to join, but we ventured back to the temple and cleared a few more rooms with seemingly no more large threats. And, in a treasure room, we encountered another regenerating large skeleton as we'd found in other treasure rooms before, and remembering Svelta's posting this time, tried to take it in alive. Crash managed to grapple it and with a combination of strength, magic, and quick hands, managed to restrain it with two sets of rope and take it into the teleportation cube with the four of us. However, an hour is a long time to wait and the skeleton never stopped trying to escape after the magical restraints, and... It was strange, I don't remember who was the first to notice but it appeared to be regenerating beyond its initial vigor - its bones appearing denser and sturdier than when we first encountered it. So trying to be careful not to kill the monster we needed alive for the posting, Crash and Ignar attempted a few non-lethal hits bringing it back down to a more controllable level. Yet, it still seemed to regenerate even fiercer... We didn't figure out what was happening until it finally broke free from both sets of rope bindings.
 
After it stood up, it began an onslaught with increasing fervor and as the seconds went by, soon it was clubbing 8 times before anyone could react! And we didn't have time to spare to bring it down, so with our combined might and Lathander's grace, we felled the creature. We still attempted to only knock it out; however, it's more difficult to pinpoint what's nonlethal on undead creatures so a lethal blow was landed. It also might have popped back up immediately now that I think back on its regenerative powers... But... That was almost a fatal mistake that could save sent an ever growing monster right into the center of the guild... I can't begin to imagine the casualties if we had not been able to stop it in the first couple of minutes and it had continued to gather strength for the remaining hour... Our lesson has been learned though - bring sturdier rope and never underestimate our opponents, even those who had seemed weaker upon our first encounter.
 
But otherwise, the journey was relatively uneventful. We returned to thoroughly pick through the treasure room and found the final key - the key with an emerald eye, which could only lead to the final locked door with a matching emerald that we'd found on a previous venture. Who knows what lies beyond the door, but based on my calculations, this could be the final unexplored room of the Vahlarot Temple, so we should be prepared for our greatest challenge yet...
 
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''As I've continued to keep an eye on Maerilith, I've grown increasingly worried for her wellbeing... She seems fervently dedicated to studying... something, I'm not sure what, but she almost never stops reading from her book. I'm honestly not sure how she hasn't finished it by now or if she's just re-reading it over and over. But for the first time, I've noticed how much she's neglected herself - I doubt she even has the strength to lift herself off the ground anymore. And Maerilith's so consumed with whatever it is she's doing that she's stopped paying attention to her surroundings altogether! I walked up behind her not even trying to be quiet, and she jumped in surprise nearly tumbling off of her bunk. I don't know what I should do, and the strange thing is that despite it all, she seems to be glowing with health with an endurance I can't understand with her lack of sleep and her mood hasn't sunk back to that depressive state she had been in for so long... I must consult Lathander on what to do for I don't want to risk her falling back into that state, yet also don't want this new... almost manic behavior to get out of hand... Hopefully, it's just a transition period and she'll go back to healthier habits soon.''
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=== 22 ===
{{playerlog|Maerilith|
{{playerlog|Lelyvia | With no leads on the Grand Speaker and with a full party for a second week in a row, we decided that it was now or never to take on the beholder and continue cleansing the Vahlarot Temple of the evil within. Avallac'h and I worked together to prepare spells to best protect us from the powerful aberration while Crash, Sammy, and Ignar stopped by Hakvalak's shop in search of potions to aid in the fight. Even with all of our preparations, I still dreaded our chances. Avallac'h's concern at the power of the beholder after weeks of study did not bode well for us. So, in case I didn't return, I gave Maerilith nearly all of my gold and platinum. She accepted it and nodded mutely, and I could only hope that if I failed to return, that Lathander would look after her.
It's good to get out and breathe fresh air again! A weight has been lifted off my shoulders - both metaphorically and physically as I've regained my strength - and I've been getting an itch to expand my map collection again. So, off we went to make more progress at the Holiri Floating Temple!  
 
But off we journeyed on our familiar route... And at the temple we arrived... The five of us gathered outside of the beholder room and began our final planning and preparations. I sought Lathander's guidance first, and only after he he said fighting the beholder would turn out well, did my confidence grow. Our plan would work. Lathander wouldn't lie. So, we let Sammy peek at the beholder with some eye drops he'd bought from Milo that apparently allows him to view the vitality of creatures around him. The first drop was unfortunately wasted on us as we learned that the effect was instantaneous, but the second drop gave us no other clues - nothing showed for the beholder... With nothing left to do but cast the last few protection spells, Crash charges into the room! And two exceedingly impressive blows cleave through the beholder, and yet... It looked untouched and didn't react at all to Crash's strikes. The rest of us enter and attack it one by one to seemingly no affect. Everything just seemed to pass right through it. But it didn't move to attack either.


However, while its appearance never changed, forceful piercing damage still radiated from it throughout the room every few seconds, so time was of the essence to uncover what was happening. Sammy found it first after going through what was now clearly an illusion and encountering something solid in the middle. We tried deactivating it with spells and covering it with Ignar's bedroll before taking another hit from it. But using the bedroll as a guide, Crash managed to crack what turned out to be a once smooth crystalline or gem-like egg, which went tumbling and seemed to do the trick for disabling this cunning trap. Our only casualty was Ignar's bedroll, so with that morale boost, we quickly found the next hidden door and moved onward!
It was my first time there, and I was surprised at how well coordinated the party was. I recall disorganization and chaos during the last stint of adventuring I had with the Ruby Counsel, but the others seem to have grown and evolved just as I have. <strike>Excluding Ignar of course who is as stubborn and unchanging as a mountain goat...</strike>


The next few rooms were more of what we were expecting - still moving cautiously with Sammy expertly scouting ahead each time. But then we encountered a set of double doors and a large room filled to the brim with the worst of the abberations we'd encountered so far and a new one - what appeared to be a cross between a mindflayer and a beholder. Fortunately, we got the drop on them, so I hit most of them with a fireball but none went down with the initial blast... Avallac'h fortunately took out the wounded intellect devourers before they could react though, and our protective spell on Crash kept him safe from most of the mind beholder's initial eye attacks. Sammy wasn't as lucky and went down quickly. Ignar dragged him back out of danger and seemed to be about to administer a healing potion to him, so I sent more fireballs into the aberration filled room in hopes to reduce their numbers enough to focus on the mind beholder. Unfortunately, Ignar ran into the room with the others to join the fray before successfully tending to Sammy's wounds, so I helped Sammy back up. ''I do hope Ignar's mind isn't failing him already... I know he's an older gnome, but I do fear his memory may be ailing more severely than I'd initially presumed.''
We finished clearing out a full floor this week! And I think it's safe to say that all of our abilities expanded from it! I feel a little bad for that red dragon at the end there though... I don't think we let it take a single step that entire fight.


Eventually, all that's left is us and the mind beholder, which Crash manages to get one massive cleave through before going down to its power, leaving Ignar to deal the final blow. With that, I upped Crash and we returned reinvigorated. By Lathander's grace, we'd all survived and cleared a few more rooms! There's no guarantee the next few rooms will be as manageable, but I believe we are finally reaching the end of this mysterious temple and of ridding it of the evil lurking within!
We still have at least another floor to do, but it seemed like the others wanted a break from fighting, so we might pick up some more interpersonal quests and earn some coin next week instead of progressing through it further. I could honestly use the coin... Now that we're adventuring again, I fear my cravings for new spells has resumed, and the more powerful the spell, the more expensive the paper required to contain it is...
 
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''When we returned, I was gladdened to see Maerilith smiling for the first time in quite a while. She happily poured over the new additions to the map I've been working on and pointed out areas of improvement before returning my gold and going back to her quarters, still smiling. At first I thought this was a sign that she may finally be recovering; however, over the next few days, I've caught her up late at night reading her book and found her still reading at daybreak. I fear that she's stopped sleeping altogether and worry that its affecting her mental state. But, I don't want to approach her about it yet in case this is somehow healing her lost soul. Still, I worry, and pray Lathander watches over her...''
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=== 15 ===
= 2022 =
{{playerlog|Lelyvia | After going back and forth all week on how to handle the monster camp, I finally acquired the materials to more directly seek Lathander's guidance on how pursuing a peaceful or diplomatic solution would go. He said it would result in both good and bad. He was right. Though I'm still trying to remember and focus on the good over the bad.
[[Quest Logs 2022 Q3 2022 Q4]]


At first it went well. We'd managed to convince them to talk after a few missed arrows on their part and the laying down of some of our weapons on our part. A goblin named Vale who seemed the most finely dressed of them all, even wearing a hat, agreed to cease hostilities and leave if we met their conditions. The first, was not possible. They wanted all of their companions resurrected since the start of conflicts from that first camp attacked nearly a year ago. I doubt that many diamonds exist in this world, or at least in whatever supplies the guild might have. We then tried to compromise with payment for their deaths, and we seemed to have reached on agreement - we'd speak with our leaders about possible trade of weapons to protect themselves from future attacks after they move away. We even received a patch of cloth to grant us safe passage while we traveled through their lands during negotiations. However, we soon learned that the weapons they seek were not blades but magic - fireballs. The only thing comparable to what they asked was a wand of fireball, but even if it wasn't exceedingly dangerous to give one to them, we couldn't afford even one of the two for sale at the guild.
= 2021 - 2022 =
[[Quest Logs 2021 Q3 2022 Q2]]


After consulting our goblin hostages of what might work, they suggested trial by combat, and Vale agreed to it - if their champion lost, they would leave, and if our champion lost, we would leave. If either of us went back on the deal, the hostages' lives were void - either Katha, Bara, and Lethro or Sammy, who went over to their side. Crash eagerly stepped up to fight, and I had high hopes that a quick display of our prowess would convince them that they were no match and cease this stalemate without any further bloodshed. It was not to be though.
= 2021 =  
 
[[Quest Logs 2021 Q1 Q2]]
A couple hours later, an even better dressed hobgoblin emerged with Vale, who said nothing and gave no name but was dubbed Davo by Vale and their champion. The fight was quick. Crash got two blows in on Davo before he could escape Crash's reach and levitate 60 feet in the air, but Davo already looked very bloodied from the wounds. Only two more exchanges passed, Crash throwing handaxes, Davo summoning falling ice, and then Crash's javelin landed the final blow. We'd stood victorious for but a moment before we hear Sammy scream behind the fort's gate and Vale shout the condemning words: "Kill them all!"
 
In my fury at their betrayal, their disregard of the second chance they were given, their commitment to continuing this evil cycle, I instinctively bathed them in Lathander's holy fury, smiting Vale, all outside the gate, and setting fire to the structure. Ignar led the charge through the burning gate with Crash close behind, and I rushed in with Avallac'h to make sure no evil escaped. Sammy had also escaped his binds and joined the fray. Chaos ensued.
 
But...
 
It was over so quickly once it started... Barely more than a minute passed before all lay dead or consumed by the fire, which continued ravaging the once walled settlement for another hour until it was nothing but a charred, smoldering husk. Katha, Bara, and Lethro had all fainted from the shock; the only mercy I could give their scarred souls, who had seen all they once loved and knew slaughtered, was death. However, Katha's body seemed to have disappeared in a puff of smoke when touched, so she may live yet. I don't know what to feel with this possibility - worry that the cycle will repeat itself and she'll raise another army to return, or hope that she didn't see all of the destruction and will convince others to stay away or change their ways. I hope her survival is part of the good that comes out of this.
 
But then that was that... Crash found some things here and there worth a little bit, we went back with proof of the deed to give to Kurst, we received our reward... Hopefully, the lands are safer now, but it feels as though this was part of the bad that came out of this - the loss of life that could have been avoided if they hadn't been radicalized. But, if there's one thing that seems all the clearer now is that the Grand Speaker must be stopped before others fall under their vile influence.
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=== 8 ===
{{playerlog|Lelyvia | The various winter solstice festivities kept most everyone occupied for several weeks. In this place seemingly without a change of season, all we have to track the passage of the seasons back home is by calendar, and most took this opportunity to celebrate, relax, or otherwise keep to themselves and enjoy a bit of quiet. However, someone must keep watch to protect those within the guild, so I signed up for two weeks of guard duty. It was mostly just wild animals or the occasional criminal, but with the reduced patrol size, each week took a hefty toll on me, so for the third week, I joined the others in taking a break.
 
However, with the festivities winding down, I could only round up Crash and Ignar to go out and pick up some work off the posting board. We're no where nearer to being able to take on a beholder, so we decided to try and scout out the monster cult army to the south, which apparently sprung up some number of months ago before even I arrived at the guild. Together the three of us easily approached one of their scouting parties, and after a futile attempt to diplomacy with the group of hobgoblins and goblins, with barrages of arrows streaming past me, I had to act in self defense once an arrow got through my defenses. All but the leader was left standing, which we took captive and questioned until we came to an agreement to prove to them we cannot go back through the portal, and in return for them to stop following the Grand Speakers orders to build an army and to go back to the villages they came through... Unfortunately, Calath did not survive the journey back to the guild... ''Lathander please forgive my failings in that moment of not protecting that lost soul from my companions...''
 
However, we knew the location of their camp, so we decided to scout it further before returning otherwise empty handed on this two day venture. Once about 500 or so feet away, we confirmed Calath's words that about a dozen of various goblins, bugbears, and hobgoblins guarded the front gate of this fort on a hill. It was smaller than the outskirt camp of the 5th ring but still sizeable enough to likely house 50 or so people inside. After more arguing of our next steps, we decided to turn back and try to negotiate with another scouting party; we didn't want to begin a confrontation with the entire camp if the Grand Speaker still resided within.
 
After a few more hours of wandering and setting up a sizeable fire for camp - this time doing our best to avoid any and all pretenses of sneaking up on them - we encountered another scouting party. Negotiations only went slightly better this time but eventually devolved into another fireball... ''Lathander give me guidance, I know not if my actions are truly justified.'' But the three survivors we took prisoner did survive the journey to the guild. There we proved to them that we cannot go back through the portal, unfortunately terrified them with Brem (who has successfully returned to his body and somehow the mindflayer's simultaneously), and brought them before Kurst.
 
Kurst agreed that the camp can be dispersed or moved farther away as long as they're no longer a threat; however, Bara, Katha, and Lethro made good points that they were there first and that we could be the ones to move elsewhere. I am conflicted and torn between what to do but will try to find a peaceful resolution, Lathander willing. Perhaps these creatures could join the guild or foster their civilization elsewhere where they have more room to grow and flourish? Or perhaps they will continue to be radicalized by the Grand Speaker and leaving them be will allow evil to grow instead? I will need the week to think on it, and I think I will see if I can commission some augury materials...
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= 2020 =
= 2020 =
[[Quest Logs 2020]]
[[Quest Logs 2020]]

Latest revision as of 12:15, 14 May 2023

Every quest inside of the world of Sunholm is logged by our adventurers so that other guild members can live vicariously though them, and so that other adventurers can stay on top of the successes and failures of the guild as a whole. If an adventurer shares a quest log with the guild then they are usually met with payment for their work by other guild members, however if there is ever a case where no member of the adventuring party provides a history of what happened then it is unlikely anyone will know about their deeds, or even that the world itself will remember their experiences (Characters will not receive exp for that session). There is no requirement for the style or form of the quest logs, they can be short summaries, a list of events that occurred, masterfully woven tales, sonnets, poems, songs, or anything else you would like, they must however contain information about all of the major story events that occurred.

Logs

May

10

Communal Log

  • The group decided to wait the time out
  • Rich's character investigated the magic that was being purified and found that it was being used to create arcane that mortals could use. He went about trying to construct a magic item to allow him to cast two instances of illusion magic at the same time and the workers constructed it for him so his character has a ring that allows for minor or major illusion to be cast twice whenever it is cast once.
  • Trevor's character tried to build a bigger gun, which failed
  • Morgans character went around asking people if they had names and ended up with the general opinion of him becoming less favorable
  • Gabe's character went to try to hide some loot for future adventurers to find, but ended up not doing so

When the group went up to meet with Ti they were greeted by a hunched figure in the middle, spreading from the figure were a multitude of, what I was only able to describe as, hinged tendrils. A series of straight sections that bent at fixed intervals along their path. At the end of each tendril was a creature that looked like a slightly mutated version of the one in the middle, some taller, some smaller, some wider, etc etc. Each one was recording data on some medium, all sorts of methods of record were being utilized.

Above the room hovered a large glowing ovoid object that lit up Ti's room with a light brighter then the natural sunlight from outside, which the group learned was "the weaverseed" the source of existence for the realm and the arcane nexus that creates the deities every millennia. The magic from this object is what was being purified in the lower section of the tower.

When the players walked in they obseved all of the jointed tendrils fold in pulling each of the bodies into the central one, who then stood up and greeted the players with a smile asking how they could help. Ti stood 12 feet tall, draped in a raggity cloak manufactured in an era long past. Their face rather unassuming while their arms and legs like black sticks jutting out from under their cloak. Ti also seemed to be able to reach at any point in the room regardless of the distance, as demonstrated when patting Morgan's character on the head while exploring the room.

Ti was questioned by the individuals who entered their room, explaining that Ti's purpose is to record the history of the plane. In doing so Et granted Ti the ability to grant names to individuals so that they may be more easily referenced within the history. As such the party asked Ti to give them names.

At this point the DM did not have enough information for any player other then Trevor as to what their name would be.

  • Trevor's character was named Ith'Geb. Who later in history would become known as "Keeper of the Forge"

The other players decided among themselves which characters would fit best to each of these roles (with some restrictions based on character choices):

  • Keeper of the Temples
  • Keeper of the Army
  • Keeper of the Homeland
  • Keeper of the Faith

As a result Ti named each of the characters

  • Rich's Character - Mai'cef, who would later be known as Keeper of the Faith
  • Morgan's Character - Neb'tet who would later be known as Keeper of the Homeland
  • Gabe's Character - Dae'mon, who would later be known as Keeper of the Temples
  • Courtney's Character was left with - Kit'lai, who would later be known as Keeper of the Army

After the naming the player's characters begun to grow the beginings of their wings and the scene ended.

Each one of the player charactes in the primary time were granted a vision of one of Ti's many external bodies, after such an even each character became aware of the entire contents of the minicampaign (which would have been hilarious if Gabe had followed through on hiding loot). Additionally they became aware of excerpts of Ti's History (as found on the wiki page).

And that was the end of the session.

New pieces of history will be added to Ti's Journal over time, extending from where the Minicampaign ended (~1200 years after Et's birth) up until the current era (~6000 years after Et's birth)

Excerpts from Ti's History


3

Communal Log

on our way to et's domain we encountered a slime/ooze dark entity. it did not have a name. the ooze led us towards macaroni and cheese. It lead us towards the one with the name. the ooze was cheerful and slowly killed themselves as they moved. got to the girthy tower from up close. we did things and the session ended. talked to someone briefly and then fixed an elevator. Ti is in a room and there's two guards guarding the room Somehow chess was being played with Rich to distract them but it didn't work wow these low fat doritos are pretty good. cstover could teleport one of us in there? morgan tried to break the door down and got shot. we waited one week there. fade to black


April

26

Communal Log

We're children of Jalari, so they tell us. We don't have names because children of deities don't get names. Jalari and Et are two main deities. One day a village explodes. We are all taken back into hiding. We're supposed to be good toward the mortals. Although people tow the line and interfere sometimes.

Purpose is to find our purpose. Find out someone (rumors) that a deity kin has a name - Ti. We tried to escape once but were stopped by Jalari because not stealthy enough. A year later, tried again and tried invisibility and other skills and succeeded. Then we traveled towards a town that the rumor originated from. Approached the encampment, Gabe and Rich disguised selves and went to town elders and eventually we all revealed ourselves - Morgan's character was drawn in by Rich's drumming and the rest followed.

Trevor took a lot of their stuff and left a constantly glowing item with the encampment. We are now heading toward Et's domain. Et is the elder of the two deities. Dragons exist and have been tied to primal elements already - their purpose (6 dragons). Jalari is younger than the dragons.

Courtney's Comprehensive Collection


12

Maerilith

Lelyvia is dead.


Nanny-02

Lelyvia's dead, all right! And what drama too, seeing her head, still plastered with a surprised expression, tumble to the ground. But we avenged her, indeed with my final ounce of arcane power I myself sent the dastard who slew our companion into the realm beyond!

It was a mighty struggle, and we none of us came away without new, well-earned scars. Skythrix (proper spelling TBD) was a most worthy adversary, and full of vicious hate; it was a clear a dark, preternatural power drove her to fits of low cunning and viciousness not seen in any of our previous foes. Our mightiest mage spent most of the fight twiddling his thumbs in a demiplane, and only the desperate fireblasting of our second-mightiest mage saved the day. Here's hoping we face no such odds again, in any short amount of time...


March

29

Nanny-02

Hark, the tower once again! around and around and around. It is never ending. Who knows what awaits us at the top?

22

Kizmet

PRIVATE LOG Oh, the pain of a lost existence! I was mere inches from my goal, I could taste it in the wind. We were trapped in a time loop of some kind by the reckless spellcraft of that wizard Avallac'h. He dared to gaze through the crystal ball into the misty future, and we were punished for our hubris by the gods! At least, at first I thought it was a punishment. Every time the loop began, a swarm of raccoons I was collecting thrashed and gnawed in my arms! Lucky ate his baked potato many a time. Only little Lelyvia escaped unscathed.

It took us a few rounds to realize what was happening. In that time, I met the loves of (the remainder of) my life, the earthly Dina and the gorgeous young Mira... I think? The time scramble must have damaged my memories somehow... Anyway, they remember me not. Mira liked shells... I think?

Once, the others tried to reach Moz's office to get assistance freeing us from the loop. Fortunately, I was in the bar learning about (I think) Mira's infatuation with (I think) seashells. So, I was not witness to the horrible slaughter of my friends by the guildmasters' faction, when they recklessly disintegrated their way past the construct Ruby.

I soon realized that in such a world, I could find true immortality! I sped off to the guildmaster's faction to speak with Moz and remove the means of breaking the loop, but she was not so easily swayed. No matter how I gnashed my teeth in rage none of them would be dissuaded. It sparked a dark fury in me, burning away at the stubby wick of my passion. Heartless, all of them! Why should I believe in them, when they none of them feel my agony? Why pay homage to Lethander's sunrise when only God-Lord Et has proffered any form of assistance?

15

Kizmet

Gaaaah, my aching bones! They sing their complaints day and night. The priestess of Lathander did her best to console me, but there are no new dawns on my life. No dawns for me. My patron stirs though, detecting somehow the approach of my soul. Not yet, great one! I need more time.

I found some reprieve with the witch Grendel and her hulking companion Urk'Buk. I was startled by their door greeting and destroyed it inadvertently; Grendel was kind enough to waive the great sum! What a sweet young lady. And with such lovely remedies - my bones felt better, however temporarily, after drinking her tea. Now, if only I had a more permanent solution...


8

Lelyvia

As Lathander teaches us, just as there will always be another dawn, there will always be a chance for a new beginning for all. It was good to see more new faces join the morning sermon this week, and while there seems to be a devious plot afoot, it's good to see the Sunholm community come together to help one another out. I don't want to give out too many details for the sake of privacy of my flock, but rest assured that nobody is in danger of being murdered in their sleep.


1

Lelyvia

It's been a while since I've done one of these quest logs, but I must regret to inform all in the material plane that Lindric Luckstone, also known as Lucky, is dead and has been dead for so long as I've not known him. *whispers to Maerilith* Am I doing this correctly? Ahem... May Lathandar watch over that poor soul...


February

15

Nanny-02

BEGIN PRIVATE LOG

Xan was most resistant to our questioning. His smug confidence invited the stick, but I felt obliged to try the carrot for another week more. And it paid off. With just a bit of magical makeup from Maerilith, and proper support from Avallac'h, we convinced him that he was imprisoned with a dwarf. He then convinced himself, quite conveniently, that Mae's disguised form was a disguise... for a devil. He made a pact with this "devil", and in when his guard was down Mae was able to charm him and finagle the sordid details of his process out of him. Once we had done so, we turned him into a slug, and had our young Basili petrify him. Now, tucked away in my pocket, my Creator - at least, one of them. Just a little stone slug, cushioned and protected from the woes of time. Mine, with whom I may do as I see fit.

Before he took on his new and improved form, Xan revealed to the disguised Maerilith how he manufactures warforged. He claimed that a deal was struck, with a creature who sounded much like Et. Souls in exchange for... nothing, apparently. This thing in my satchel that calls me so is some kind of component of Et's ritual, used to entrap souls into shells. And once that dark ritual is complete, and photoreceptors open for the first time, a living warforged is made.

Such a bastardization of creation. I want no part of this facade. We must learn to grow beyond this crude practice, this mockery of birth. When a fleshling has a child, from whence does its soul stem? Surely not captured from Hell, jammed into foreign flesh and sewn up by magic. No, this is not birth, but slavery hidden behind the chrome of modern Arcana. I seek no mere perpetuation, but Creation for my people. The ability to add Us to the world, not recycle old souls. This core is so powerful, but its power is perverse. It must be destroyed.

Moreover, this discovery weighs on me. Who was I? For if there is no true Creation in metal, then my soul was born to soft flesh. Mercenary? Vagabond? Hero? A Cobbler's son, or the bandit that murdered him? A lady of Waterdeep, or the peasant scraping at her feet? Does it matter? Can I know, somehow? Should I know, or will such knowledge only burden me further? And... should I tell the world, or even the freed brethren at my side? Who could continue in servitude when your soul was born free?

Perhaps the solution lies not in philosophy, but action. My soul... maybe its rightful place lies outside of this artificial skin, this prison of existence. Maybe when this mortal form expires, I will finally fly free, and taste of freedom at last. Maybe...

END PRIVATE LOG

8

Nanny-02

BEGIN PRIVATE LOG

This must be what it feels like to be a young rascal! We've gotten away, and stolen cookies from the jar directly under the nose of our governess. Well, more like we've stolen the governess herself!

After an extensive period of planning we determined that the best approach was to go straight through Xan's office window. I took Maerilith's broom and led the way. Nobody was around, and an alarm was blaring incessantly, perhaps a new countermeasure against incursions. We took only a few turns before finding him in his library - there I tried to convince him to give up his cruel trade of flesh (alloy). He refused to see reason, but I wasn't surprised.

The mages held a mighty duel in that cramped laboratory. It was beyond me to understand all the magics they wrought; the air was as much filled with with muttered incantations as the ring of steel. Hands were constantly blurring with motion, etching arcane convolutions. They never stopped weaving, even as they did their best to interrupt the most powerful spells of their enemies. It was a terrible thing, seeing their delicate dance, but fortunately Avallac'h and Maerilith worked like the age-old team they are. They were able to occupy Xan's attentions so Ignar and I could move in to engage him. Ah, I believe Lucky was there as well.

His laboratory was lined with enslaved warriors who leapt to his defense. I pitied them, but my resolve was unwavering - what is the need of the part to the need of the whole? But, as they closed I suddenly felt a bizarre urge take hold in my processor. I reached into my sachel to find the strange power core that Nanny-12 retrieved for us. As it seemed to beat in my hand, a voice coursed in my ears... "Use me," it crooned. At first I thought it was Xan, but this voice was different, older somehow. "Use me!" it insisted. I lost control of my very arms, as the force compelled me to replace my power core with this dark object.

As I made the switch, the floor fell away from me. My mind felt like it flew to the stars and through the planet itself, tore itself apart and reassembled all askew, writhing with the trauma of change. And as my reassembled self slid neatly into the minds of the Warforged fighting against us, for the briefest moment I felt both the fear and confusion of the enslaved, and the dark glee of the enslaver. I opened my new eyes and saw my own body, brutalizing my friends, saying dark things.

The battle raged on as I struggled to get used to my new bodies. Walking 3 different bodies with 6 different legs is not a task my mind was designed for. I tried to pry out the black thing from my chest to no avail. Eventually, the team was able to subdue my old body and save me (thanks Mae), and my mind came rushing back to my chassis just in time to deliver the last blow to Xan. His guardians fell quiescent, and we trundled his unconscious body off swiftly to the portal. Our governess is now wrapped neatly up in a carpet, and we're discussing our story for the return to Sunholm.

Now all that's left is to bring him back to Sunholm and decide what to do with him. At first I was convinced we only needed to meet a mutual understanding. Seeing how he treated my brethren made me less sure, but still I felt like some compromise could be reached. Even now I feel that executing him is a waste, and his skills are better leveraged for the betterment of the Created.

And I wonder what he can tell us about this black power core. I have it with me still, close to me. At times I feel like I can even hear it whisper. I was terrified and disgusted, yes. But there was a euphoria about it. So many Created look up to me already. This is merely a way to help that along, to get past all those pesky Butlers insisting on the Old Way. With so much power, who knows what might be accomplished? If I can learn to use it safely, my vision of a shining utopia for the Created may be nearer than ever...

END PRIVATE LOG


Maerilith

I didn't expect my first trip back to the material plane would be such a whirlwind of planning and action. In fact, I don't think I ever expected to return the material plane... I almost see Sunholm as my native plane now with all the memories and connections I've made there... It certainly feels more like home...

Either way, we've helped Nanny 02 with their... delivery pickup, and are back in the holding area of Sunholm. I don't know what Nanny 02's plans are for going through customs, or what they plan on doing with their... gift, but I hope it brings about a resolution to their troubles.


1

Nanny-02

We met with a most colorful gentleman today. He wanted us to teach him a wide range of combat techniques, from swordfighting to "deflecting magical spells" to even casting his own spells, in the magical tongue of Draconic. These skills were for use on the stage, to wow onlookers in an upcoming play. It was a smidge demeaning, but there is little debasement that would not be worth the staggering sum he agreed to pay. I can only hope he doesn't come to rely on some of those skills in a life or death situation...


January

25

Nanny-02

I begin to think this temple has no end. My eyes claim we have already ascended half its height but my legs (and spell slots) refuse to believe so. This time we dealt with a scattering of skeleton warriors and oozes. No big deal; and even the red dragon we faced proved a so-so challenge. In fact, I dare say we could have truly taken on 1d6 of them without a sweat! Come world, bring all the horrors you have to bear, haha!

The remains of this latest drake were efficiently dispatched by Ignar. We hope to sell them for some gain, and perhaps even make items of our own!

My labors with Rebecca are yet to bear fruit. My knowledge crawls closer though, with ever failed attempt and every day gone by… the simple machinery that is a living soul seems to become clearer and clearer in my mind’s eye. Soon.


Maerilith

Another day at the Holiri Floating Temple. Yet another poor red dragon... Wait, I said this last week. The temple has become a little repetitive, and even though we're only halfway through it, I bet we could quicken the pace if we stopped conserving our spell slots as much. A few skeletons or oozes or dragons haven't put up much of a challenge, so there's little reason to hold back on our spells fearful of a greater threat... At least not until we get closer to the top.

In the meantime, I will spend my writing donations expanding my ever hungry spellbook.


18

Nanny-02

Ah, once again the wonders of the Holiri Floating Temple! This time the two mages wouldn't stop running their mouths. I can't blame them of course, they must indulge themselves when their passion calls for it - even if that passion is for the rather dry world of Arcana. Honestly, the two others aren't much more interesting - Lucky and Ignar spend an awful lot of time staring into the distance, breathing out of their mouths. Well, perhaps I should be thankful for that with Lucky...

Anyway, the actual battle today was rather relaxing. Another smallish Red Dragon and a group of odd figures made of water. They attacked us after Ignar took a sip of one of their number, and for the battle Maerilith was unfortunately stuck upstairs with the biggest of their kind. Still, the battles were all swift and simple. Hmm, I wonder what the world would be like without magic... an incredible force.

Maerilith and I then spent some time taking apart the reptile for its constituent parts, which are highly prized among some communities. It's rather gruesome, but trying to melt visitors just because they step into your home uninvited... it's not exactly a tip from Horatio's Hospitality Hotline.


Maerilith

Another day at the Holiri Floating Temple. Yet another poor red dragon that only had the opportunity to move before we took it down... At least we're not letting all of its useful crafting materials go to waste this time.

A watery canine put up a fight though, and I was left to fend for myself upstairs until its minions were dealt with. Avallac'h remained the heaviest hitter of the group. I am a bit envious of the arcane power that Avallac'h wields, but alas, my eyes still glaze over trying to decipher the higher level spells in his spellbook, so I will have to sate my cravings on scribing some lower level spells... for now.

As an aside, I appreciate the generous donations from those reading my notes here. I think it's fitting that the tale of vanquishing Urisys earned me the most gold from a quest log to date, but I wanted to express my thanks nonetheless and say that it's going to good use feeding my spell addiction expanding my arcane repertoire to exact justice on other enemies of the guild.


11

Nanny-02

We were able to hunt down the rapscallion who slew the poor elves in the nearby village. He was incredibly adept at hiding - I didn't even notice him until my telescoping eyes touched his corpse, already dead from Avallac'h and his powerful magics.

After bringing him back, we returned to discover a cowering young child, apparently carrying some dreadful plague which slew elves. Zi is not cursed at all; it's most likely the scoundrel and his psychic abilities dealt the killing blows to these poor creatures. I assume he merely believed what he was told. However, just why anyone would tell that lie is difficult to know.

We learned of the existence of "the green woman and her army," a reference, according to Maerilith, to the deadly Skrillex. Our next target, as it happens.

I hope we can rehabilitate Zi to be healthy and happy once more. Perhaps the orphanage which allowed its children to be eaten by mimics would be a good place. I'm sure they've learned the hard way by now how to care for children.

Unfortunately, there is no place for those of skin and bone in the promised land of the Created. As much as I am wont to welcome children of all nations, we must be strong enough not to depend on fleshlings.


Maerilith

A small bit of justice has finally been dealt out to the perpetrators who destroyed the guild and murdered nearly half of its people! Urisys has been brought to justice for his crimes, and only one member of the original quartet remains. We are still following up on leads about Skithryx, and while I'm no longer as concerned about Skithryx being too powerful by herself after our encounter with Urisys, I do have concerns with the army she keeps with her. Maybe if we can catch her on her own, then it'll be a more even fight? But I've seen her face to face, and Skithryx is an intimidating presence... I should learn more spells... I don't know that I'm ready yet...

In other news, we might have adopted an orphan to the faction? Or maybe not? Nanny 02 used to be excited to bring in more children like Zi; however, Nanny 02's behavior has been unsettling as of late and seems so obsessed with creating a warforged child that they're ignoring the living children around them. Hm... Maybe Elaine could use a new playmate. They both seem to have experienced similar traumas, so they would understand one another at least. Hm... But if Lucky's worry that there's an elvish plague does turn out to be true, then I'd want to keep Zi far away from Elaine... This will require more thought.


4

Nanny-02

After spending so much time on my research with R it is a relief to step outside and slay monsters once more. I feel the changes worked upon me in the last few months have altered my skills and mind beyond belief. But no matter how I change, my quest for a new home for my people continues. I feel as if the whole world is open to us, and we only need reach out and take it!

On a more mundane note, the creatures in the Holiri floating temple interest me. They are dragon-like, and among them are even some true dragons - red, and terrible. Although we didn't experience a great deal of difficulty this time around. The new armor R and I developed together has been working exceptionally.


Maerilith

It's good to get out and breathe fresh air again! A weight has been lifted off my shoulders - both metaphorically and physically as I've regained my strength - and I've been getting an itch to expand my map collection again. So, off we went to make more progress at the Holiri Floating Temple!

It was my first time there, and I was surprised at how well coordinated the party was. I recall disorganization and chaos during the last stint of adventuring I had with the Ruby Counsel, but the others seem to have grown and evolved just as I have. Excluding Ignar of course who is as stubborn and unchanging as a mountain goat...

We finished clearing out a full floor this week! And I think it's safe to say that all of our abilities expanded from it! I feel a little bad for that red dragon at the end there though... I don't think we let it take a single step that entire fight.

We still have at least another floor to do, but it seemed like the others wanted a break from fighting, so we might pick up some more interpersonal quests and earn some coin next week instead of progressing through it further. I could honestly use the coin... Now that we're adventuring again, I fear my cravings for new spells has resumed, and the more powerful the spell, the more expensive the paper required to contain it is...


2022

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2021 - 2022

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2021

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2020

Quest Logs 2020

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