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Revision as of 15:41, 1 June 2008
| # of Players | 9 |
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| Current DMs | SteveK, BrianZ |
| Average Level | 14 |
Contents
The Game
Here you can find the latest posts in this game.
Current Events
The tour of the area surrounding Heranmar is on hold. The Children are in the midst of stopping an Orc/Giant army from attacking the city! Curiously, the giants have disguised themselves as orcs and the magic doesn't appear to wear off upon their death... Strange dealings are afoot.
The Story so far
Should some kind soul be willing to summarise past events, here is where you will find them.
Archives
The story of the Children of Chaos is a long one. Below picks up the story within the Nightshade Crypt. A grand Vault in the lands of Koshe Marr written as seen by an imp familiar named Dweezil. Sent by his masterto study and take note of the heroes actions…
an excerpt from the journal of dweezil the imp:
Dweezil flapped lazily along, his leathery wings making hardly a noise as he followed the group. How boring! His master bid him follow the Children of Chaos and chronicle their exploits but they are so boring sometimes! It took them practically forever to cross the room with the well. "Bene Tellemara" , the imp muttered to himself. And then some excitement! The massive vortex of magic energy had the imp more excited than he had been in quite some time. Two of the children vanished and in their place appeared four new ones! It was almost more than the poor imp could bear when they almost began fighting. But it was not to be. "Oh bother..." The imp retrieved his magic journal and quill. "Hopefully there will be some excitement soon. Hmmm they seem to be having some trouble with that pit trap. Maybe this won't be such a bad day after all..." The imp moves in for a closer look and makes sure his invisibility is intact as he continues taking notes.
ha ha ha! HA HA HA! The imp had not laughed so hard in quite some time. The dwarf looked like a turtle on its' back with his limbs flailing about like that! It was a good thing the magic silence was still in effect. They would surely have heard him otherwise. When his master first gave him this assignment, he had never imagined it would be so much fun! The magic quill was quite active, recording the events transpiring in the pit. What fire! It reminded him of his humble abode back in the Abyss. The wizard seemed quite skilled with the fireball spell. What a drag! following these fools around and none of them even got eaten by the Black Puddings. One got close though. That armor had seen better days. "Bene Tellemara." What's this now? Did that dwarf just call an elf 'human'? "This could definately be more interesting than watching a wizard roast a few marshmallows. Very interesting indeed." The magic quill scribbled on.
The magic quill was barely moving now. The group had climbed out of the pit and proceeded to that most dreaded of any adventurer's fears: a hallway with two ways to go. "I can't believe it. If only a lightning bolt would blast down the hall! Now that would be exciting, the imp muttered. The imp once again lamented his current assignment. "This reminds me of pulling legs off a spider or wings off a pixie. Sure it's fun for awhile, but it does get boring eventually". "Yay", the imp mumbled. "They are finally moving again. And what's this? A new player?" The imp leaned forward to get a better look at the newcomer, and the magic quill and journal seemed ready to pick up the pace once again. Their magic effortlessly recording everything which transpires with the Children of Chaos. an excerpt from the journal of Dweezil the imp:
The imp flapped his way lazily down the long hall. Sooner or later something interesting was going to happen, he was sure of it. After all these were "adventurers" not poor commoners. Looking over at the magic journal and quill floating beside him, he could see that the quill had stopped moving. The imp sighed. I will demand rich payment from master for this assignment. "Bene Tellemara". Dweezil looked over as the quill began to move again. He smiled as he read what it said: they were about to open the door with the demon face on it... an excerpt from the journal of Dweezil the imp:
The magic quill was scribing furiously now, recording the actions of the battle in intricate detail. Dweezil hugged himself with glee. "I knew they wouldn't let me down! And what craftsmanship. I simply MUST meet the creator of these golems. Excellent work." He wondered how many human corpses were needed to construct so many. "And hiding hellfire swarms within? Simply marvelous." Dweezil reached out and plucked a wasp out of the air. He toyed with it a moment before eating it. "Mmmmmmmm. Reminds me of home" ,the imp muttered. As he watched the battle unfold he wondered who would inflict the most harm on the Children of Chaos - the wasps or their own spellcasters? The imp could barely contain himself as he laughed, the battle raging beneath him.
BOOM! BOOM! The fireballs were bouncing off every corner of the room as the Children of Chaos desperately tried to fend off the Hellfire wasp swarms. Dweezil looked over at the magic journal as it meticulously noted every spell used. Dweezil chuckled to himself, "Ha ha ha! How wonderful! What a show - fire, ice, flame from the heavens, I wonder if they'll have anything left for the vampires?" Dweezil laughed again as he watched the adventurers run from one side of the room to the other trying to avoid the spell blasts. "Delightful entertainment. And my master will be pleased with the record of their favorite used spells."
Dweezil was flapping his leathery wings for all he was worth. Frantically trying to escape, he dove down among the twisted brambles of plants which vaguely resembled trees. They scratched his skin and tore at his wings but he clawed his way through them regardless in a desperate attempt to escape. Kill or be killed and survival of the fittest were the status quo in the abyss, but this was ridiculous. An ENTIRE flock of Vrocks were after him and there was no hope of escape. They could fly faster than him and were merely in it for the sport now. Wide-eyed and nearly driven mindless with fear, Dweezil realized he was trapped. They were closing in. That was when it appeared. A shimmering magic portal created by a powerful mortal spellcaster. Calling to him? He didn't care. Dweezil bolted through the portal, The vrocks hot on his trail. The mortal was powerful indeed. He drove the vrocks back and closed the portal.
Dweezil awoke with a start. At first he thought something was scratching him, but soon realized it was only the magical quill scribbling away again. It seemed the Children of Chaos were on the move again after taking some time to heal up after the swarm battle. Good. Dweezil hating falling asleep. "I wonder why I dreamt of the time my master first summoned me? Could it have some meaning?" Dweezil sat and wondered while the adventurers moved on.
Dweezil was impressed. The adventurers were poorly organized and yet were all still alive. Amazing! But perhaps not for much longer. Even Dweezil drew back a bit as the large black face with glowing red eyes appeared on the door. Still, they pressed on anyway. Dweezil wasn't sure if they were brave or just foolish. Even an imp from the Abyss would have turned around and gone the other way after seeing the evil face appear on the door.
And then there was action! Spells flying, fighters attacking, and a smiling vampire taunting the Children of Chaos forward. The magic quill was scribing furiously, taking it all down.
Meanwhile, Dweezil found a nice comfy ledge to sit on and take in the show. If anyone could observe him in his invisible state, they would see him eating something resembling popped corn and a big smile on his little demonic face.
Dweezil was all riled up now. There was nothing like a raging combat to bring out the bloodlust in the devil from the Abyss. All he could see was red. His claws were bared and his poison stinger poised at a striking angle. He was nearly ready to join in the fray when he heard a voice in his mind. His master. "DWEEZIL! Remember your mission! Do not exceed the parameters of your task or you will find yourself back where I found you!" Dweezil found himself calming down. He was not fond of the idea of returning to the Abyss, but he was even more afraid of the wrath of his Master. Still, it would ALMOST be worth it. Dweezil smiled at the thought. Just stabbing someone with poison and watch them drop over. Almost worth it...
Dweezil looked over at the magic Journal to see what he had missed. Hmmm...the Children of Chaos and the undead forces were locked into a tough combat. It could go either way now... "What's this?" Dweezil mumbled. The vampire is the holy roller's father? How interesting. Several of the combatants were trapped at this point by various spells. Of special note were the numerous attacks upon one of the wizards by the shadows. Dweezil clapped with delight as they very nearly drained the life-force out of him. He leaned forward to watch and see if they would manage to finish the job...
The Children of Chaos were winning. The mummy had fallen, along with most of the lesser undead. The wizard had even managed to survive the final attacks of the shadows. The vampire remained, however. Quinn's father Quentin was trapped but not powerless. He had mental control over one of the adventurers and was using him to attack the others. Dweezil enjoyed the evil smile displayed on the vampire's face. Several of the fighters were trying to subdue the charmed Vinder when the whole world exploded in light.
For a moment Dweezil thought that he was under attack, but soon realized the effect was the activation of magic. The Five Artifacts of Chaos have been assembled. Powerful magic, like the kind his master would be interested in. Dweezil smiled, he understood now why he had been tasked to follow these buffoons around. "This should get interesting" ,the imp said to no one in particular.
Dweezil sat on a ledge high in his master's laboratory. Sitting with his hands propping up his chin and his elbows resting on the ledge, Dweezil watched while his master tore apart the lab. He was apoplectic with rage. Dweezil had returned to report that the Children of Chaos had succeeded in their mission to unite the chaos artifacts but had promptly disappeared. Dweezil had only had two hours to taunt the vampire still in the forcecage before his master summoned him home. The magic journal lay quiet on the ledge, the quill not writing anything until given a new assignment. Dweezil sighed with boredom and then watched, fascinated at the barrage of language and spells being thrown about the place. His master had tried in vain to locate the adventurers with magic, but all efforts had failed. An impressive feat actually, considering the power of his master. Dweezil wondered what would happen if the necromancer ever managed to get his hands on the artifacts himself. Dweezil smiled then, thinking evil, chaotic thoughts.
The imp lounged on the wooden beam near the ceiling as he watched his master work. Having given up for the time being on trying to locate the Children of Chaos, his master has decided to occupy himself with creating a new staff. Dweezil watched with interest as one foul ingredient after another went into the alchemical mixture. Then his master cast the days' assortment of spells into the staff. Dweezil listened dreamily to the incantations. He so loved necromantic magic, it was very soothing. Dweezil smiled as he imagined the pain this staff of necromancy would one day inflict upon others. Preferably innocents, they screamed louder. Dweezil drifted off to sleep then, imagining the screams and letting out little chirps of delight in his sleep. An excerpt from the journal of Dweezil the imp:
The mouse was frightened nearly out of its wits. Dweezil had been toying with it for nearly an hour and the creature had nowhere to hide. Many times, Dweezil had played this game in the Abyss, but usually he had been on the receiving end. He was the predator now, and he enjoyed the rush, the feeling of power. He chased the mouse into one trapped corner after another, sometimes giving it a look at an escape only to block at the last moment. Fear. That was the imp's trade and he was talented at it.
Dweezil waited patiently for his master. There was a new assignment for him and he was anxious. He licked the last remnants of the mouse from his lips as he waited, hoping for something exciting to do. Ever since the Children of Chaos disappeared, life for the poor imp had grown rather dull. Even avoiding his master's foul temper tantrums had lost its' touch. The imp craved excitement, danger, wickedness, and most of all- chaos. an excerpt from the journal of Dweezil the imp:
Dweezil watched as his master systematically tortured the quasit. The creature was known to his master and, supposedly, was a good source of information. However, this time the creature had nothing and Dweezil's master was furious. The quasit, Feyryn, desperately pleaded for the necromancer to finish, and finally he did. Killing the quasit accomplished no more than sending the creature back to the Abyss. It could only be destroyed if destroyed while within the Abyss, and so was banished for one-hundred years. The only way it could return is if a spellcaster summoned it again. And so it would wait. Dweezil was glad he was not on the receiving end of his master's wrath, and wondered how long it would be until the whereabouts of the Children of Chaos were uncovered.
During the fight within the crypt with Quinn’s vampire father, the five artifacts were brought together for the first time in many long centuries and the Children of Chaos were whisked away to the end of possibilities and to a place outside of time. Soon enough, the Children of Chaos would leave this near dream like world of what may be and move directly against the Avatar of Chaos.
Though unsure of how this thing is done, Trace lifts his voice to the swirling skies. Tones never meant for a flesh and blood throat rise from the ranger's soul. Ripples play through the field of many colors. They roll in concentric waves away toward the horizons.
Firn'gaer sees, and only Firn'gaer. From all directions, a tinge of darkness invades the many colors. Closer and closer. The sound is like rending cloth. It grows louder and louder. All can hear, but only Firn'gaer can see. They are lines. Intersecting lines. They rush in from all directions converging upon the group. With a clang of iron they come together. In their wake is silence. Below the feet of the group is a grid of squares that only Firn'gaer can see.
Then stars begin to fall from the sky. Down through the swirling colors above, soft as falling snow. Winking, blinking stars fall from the heavens. Stars twinkle and glitter like friendly sprites waving their greetings in the air. They pulse and brighten. Light spilling from the falling points as from the mouths of jars. Light splashes like a sudden liquid deluge. The light blinds. It fills all sight.
AAAAHHHHHHHHH ... A sigh like the rolling of an age. AGAIN MY CHILDREN. LET US DANCE.
The light clears, and the creature standing before the group is Colossal. Horned and armored in a shining carapace. Even Enlarged as the group is, it stands at least a towering twenty feet above. It lifts a forepaw with enormous claws and tips its armored head to one side as if inviting the first attack.
Firn'gaer sees chance colide with probability in a sixteen square section of the grid. Four squares to a side, they begin to pulse with blue light. (Firn'gaer only: Highlight to display spoiler:
The Children of Chaos find themselves locked in battle with the Avatar of Chaos, and with the Avatar's ability to heal fully each time it transforms-which is every round, the battle does not go well. Dweezil finds himself hiding from his master's wrath and wondering if he wasn't better off in the Abyss after all... Some of the forms the Avatar assumed through the conflict were a Tarrasque, , A Balor, a Pit Fiend, and a greater stone golem.
Upon completion of the battle, Peerimus used the power of the artifact now within him to stay off the death of the avatar. He also used Altman to resurrect Savin, whom had bravely sacrificed himself by grappling a Flame covered Balor so that the power within him, Seribond would prevent the avatar from transforming and thus healing himself.
Upon the defeat of the Avatar, the Children of Chaos learned of the Origins of the Crones of the Gateway Downs as conveyed by the avatar. "Those that you know as the Crones were once as you are." The Avatar turns to Peerimus, offering this to the druid. "They were the first to confront me in this Place that is Not a Place. They numbered five, and they were powerful protectors even then. They summoned from me the Chaos Bell. They forged the five Artifacts. They defeated me, and then, resurrected, sent me back to the cosmos for the first time."
"Since that time, the original five have passed the mantle on to others. The jewel, the fist, the pearl, they are passed from old to new so that the land may never lack for protectors. The Crones in your time are far removed from the original five. They have found roots deep in the Blood of the Wold. They have even forged bonds with Witches throughout the Wold."
"But you, all of the Chosen, are descendants of the five originals."
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Characters
These are the characters, past and present, that have featured in this game.
Current Characters
Past Characters
- Vinder the Human Rogue
- Quinn the Human Cleric
- Randall the Human Wizard
- Sly Foxx the Half-Elven Bard
- Sir Thomas Hurley the Human Paladin
- Laima Ragana the Kismetic the Half-Orc Sorceress / Cleric / Mendicant
NPCs
- Holly (the Elf) and Donk (the Dwarf)
- Ruby Foxx (Elfish Sister of Sly Foxx, one time group member. She was disincorporated by the Mad Gnomish Archmage, Meznock Zezjenel. After being returned home by the Chaos Bell, she spent some time with the Crones of the Gateway Downs who worked to help her restore her to physical form. At present, she is only physical from the waist up. Below, she is white ectoplasm.)
Geography
Here you'll find links to all the locations and maps relevant to this game.
The City of Heranmar
History
An Unfinished Prophesy
A centaur seer recently met with the Children and informed them that she had a vision that they were coming. She offered to look into their future, but before she could, she was overwhelmed by some other force and recited the following prophesy:
"Children of Chaos, hear our plea
The signs are there for those who see
Tower of Light with anger will leave
Noble Race hammer and bow will cleave
Gates be many, gates be none
Before the Great Migration is done
Yet beware the side that seeks not change
For..."
DM Pages
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