Penance

A traumatized Finniean looks at the results of his untempered outburst that was directed at a forlorn sea of bodies consisting friend and foe. Aegis looked a mess of bone and flesh and, once his closest companion and confidant in the party he had been allied with as of late.

While being tied to the pole at the centre of the gith town he resolved never to be captured again. Flashes of his incarceration have haunted him ever since the ordeal. Being spit upon, starved, tortured but worst of all - he was not free.

The Aegis incident wasn't the first time he has lost himself in harnessing the power of nature. His home was raided by bandits on a regular basis ever since the fall of the monarchy, which he could have cared less about if it wasn't for that. His mentor, Yofa the elder druid was murdered in defence of his Halfling village of Pilfer, as the outsiders called it -- Pi-ra-tac-nak-bok-lau-lef by native tongues. The way that Enoch looked at him with equal parts part pity and contempt after the battle it was as if Yofa was doing the same through his eyes.

When he was a novice he was issued severe reprimand for harnessing powers he had far from mastery over or even competence in. He once cast a protective ward that failed phenomenally and impaled a fellow novice during ritual training. Another time he set a village elder aflame with an errant summoning attempt that is still brought up to this day. As a result he was often excluded from training for fear that he may unleash another uncontrolled burst of damage to those in proximity.

After he lost his mentor and sole advocate for his value to the village there was a council where his was dishonourably discharged from his tribe and home village so he could be someone else's problem.



The welcoming embrace and forgiveness of these people of the underground begged him to consider his role.

Nibs, a free spirit was an adept prodigy in ritual and respected the power. He was never much a fan of religion but events as of late have gotten him to re-evaluate his stance on his use of nature and his connection to the spirit of nature. He spent his night looking within in the underground caverns, a place disconnected from the sands, forests and the life giving sun.

In his meditation he canted solemnly:

Yondalla, lend over your strength to better control your forces of nature and allow me to practice them with wisdom and discretion as granted by your will. Only to use my gift in working with your natural realm that encompasses all for good, the greater cause, the protection of man and nature and with steadfast vigilance against the force of evil.

He ends the prayer by burning some rare herbs as an offering and a gesture of penance for the unnecessary suffering he has been the cause of with a marking on his forehead.

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Rceap last Session

Recap for Session (august 24th) Game time High sun 80th day 5 AK. (After Kalak)
The group had accepted the services of the misshapen gith by the name of Bok-nok to lead him back to his elders; a group Bok-nok reffered to as “The Fallen”.

The group navigated through the engenerring marvel known as the bellows; an ancient construct which Emok-lil identified to be older then under Tyr; previously thought to be the oldest known ruin in the Tyr region. The sheer volume of forgotten metal (almost all of it rusted and useless otherwise) truly showed how the world that was, was a land of plenty.
The bellows emptied into a larger chamber where a still burning boiler still worked for unknown causes. Next to the boiler were hideous dog men cooking what appeared to be a child of the fallen on a spit. Bog-nok was enraged and as the group attempted to silence him Ageis leaped into action. His blades caused greavous damage to one of the dogmen but their vicous pack attack nearly layed Ageis to waste.

Nibs surveyed the scene and unleashed horrible primal magic which ultimately lead to Ageis’ demise.

Still the group was victorious (counting 50 silver pennies as their treasure) but at the cost of Ageis’ life. Ebok-lil was able to perform a quick ritual to prevent the spirit from leaving the body but there was little else to do.

Bog-nok now convinced the group was the Champions his people were waiting for was able to lead them to the home of the fallen; a make shift village within a large natural cavern deep within the underbelly of Ak’sharn’tan-ek. There they met with the village elder; a fallen by the name of Vok; as misshapen as the rest of the Fallen but with great wisdom. He condemned Sur-tak as being a pretender but was still willing to listen to his demands. Vok also had some of the elders retrieve the spirit of Ageis from what he referred to as “the stream” though he stated it would come at great cosmic price.

Auchen witnessed the ritual and came back from it almost more dazed then his normal self; Ageis returned slightly haunted but otherwise unharmed. Vok sent the group back with a sealed message for Sur-tek and also stated that soon they would have to slay the Demon.

Next session will be on August 31st; on the 81 st day of the High Sun 5 AK < which means a full day of rest>

The Champions of the Fallen

Bok-nok looked about the greeting chamber at the bodies of his friends and the crushed corpse of Edor, one of the Fallen’s Elders. Bok-nok was neither wise as Edor nor as strong but he believed that these Up-Worlders were not the champions the Fallen were waiting for. Bathed in the light o the righteous? They had struck without provocation. Tempered with the righteous hands of the Holy? Edor didn’t know what that meant but it sounded nice and these Up-Worlders seemed ruthless.

Still he would take them to the Elders so that they may be judged against the Word.

Of course first they would have to pass through the Bellows, the tunnels of poison, fire and demons which guarded the Fallens’ home. The Elders all knew the ancient ways as they were as close to the Choosing as any. The Champions were fortold to exorcise the demons from the Bellows to make way for the Barriers to fall. Bok-nok wasn’t sure what it meant; all he knew was that if the Up-Worlders were truly the foretold champions they would live to see the Elders; otherwise they would be just so much meat for the Demon in the pit; Bok-nok knew it was his sacred duty to lead them either way...

“Me knows the way,” he spat out in the words of the Up-Worlders, “come. Safe...”

Only the fates would tell if this was a lie or not...

Ak’Sharn’tan-ek

The shadows of Ak’Sharn’tan-ek were cast over Sur-tek’s mind long before his Joining. It had haunted him the moment his old life was shattered when the Ker’tah was permanently affixed to him. Now he was going back where so many of those who had tried to follow in his Path had fallen.

When his mind was still ablaze of the Path he had been guided into the depths of the earth. There he was shown firsthand the price of failure. He was new to the teachings and his first students had paid with their very natures for the price of his failures.

Now he would be sending mere pawns into the darkness, fools oblivious to the horrors that awaited them.

Yet they had chosen to follow the Path, blindly yet willingly, on their own accord.

He shook his head sadly, more sacrifices to the Path, may the Elements have mercy upon their souls.

Rules in the Game

Hey all.

I will be posting some of our "House Rules" we come up with on this blog as well and will eventually create an archive of them and have them printed off for reference (that will be for you rules lawyer Jason :>).

1st: You are able to use powers outside of the realm of combat for roleplaying effect. (For Example: using silt powers to solidfy a path for a brief moment may be an encounter power while holding a path long enough for a dozen people to cross would be a daily).

2nd: Unless it has been given as treasure none of you have metal weapons at the moment. We are going to start to use a critcal fumble rule; when you miss with a weapon on a natural one it will break.

Thats it for now!!

Balance

From his opulant observatory in the seat of the White Palace he gazed upon the siwrling dust funnels in the heart of the Sea of Silt with trepedition. He did not linger long, though his mind was free from its physical coil he knew that the Shadow Prince, the first Sorceror would soon be stirring. Those fool usurpers from Tyr had no idea how delicate the balance was and how the scales which had set perfectly even for over a millenium were all coming crashing down. Kalak had been a fool, that damned Ziggaraut the old embicile had become consumed with was in the end his undoing. A rag tag bunch of no ones had infilterated his palace, interfered with the black ritual which Kalak was performing and had done the unthinkable, they killed a sorceror king. Then, to make matters worse, Tyr began spinning out of control; whereas Kalak ruled with fear and death the new play king Wodak actually had the Gaul to unite preservers under his flag and then something horrid and unimaginable, the elves Awakened. There were few who walked the blasted plains of Athas that knew of elves as Andropinis had, few indeed. Andropinis, under his true unspoken name, had garnered the armies of humans under his banner and had led a bloody ruthless assult against the elves of old. He had studied their ways, their magic and their traditions; he knew aboust the Misted Lands but for the Grand Forest to materialize... Andropinis shook of this train of though, it was unsuited for a king, nay, for a good. Fortunatly the Gatekeeper Borys was powerful enough to keep the first Sorceror in check and Andropinis had his own problems in the city. He would wipe out those would be usurpers in his own city, he would double his efforts against any who would challange his might in Balic. In the city of Balic any of the Veiled Alliance would be hunted down like the vermin they are and exterminated. Balance in the city of Balic would be restored.