[Nation DnD] Memoires of Issyt, First of the Keepers

• Sekwaf wrote on 2012-11-28 05:20
  Some of you are already familiar with this, but just in case you aren't these are my comedic renditions of Sunday Group's DnD sessions. I'd like to keep conversation to a minimum in this thread, as the purpose is to consolidate these stories and make them easier to read.
  
  Disclaimer: Without being there or a chat log, many of these reference will make little sense. We are working on posting chat logs so if you're really that intrigued you could go look through those. I'll make an announcement here once those logs are up
  
  Without further ado, Memoires of Issyst, First of the Keepers...
  
  First Day Celebration, Year 476, Adamantine Era
  
  The festivities of the day were quite a spectacle to behold. There were men who would juggle swords, throwing them as high as – by my best judgement – 30 feet into the air, and Halflings who could breathe fire as surely as any Dragonborn Paladin. But none of these spectacles would be mentioned if not for that day’s actual events. Rather, that night’s events. I had taken bed in one of the numerous local inns in the small town of Keaghan’s Point, but before I could sleep for more than an hour, an ungodly wailing began. I recognized it to be a magical siren (and rather poorly done, but what can you expect from this town of soldiers). Myself and Elnathan, a recently reunited friend of mine, rushed outside only to have two green fellows who seemed rather cross about something. Or insane, come to think of it I think they were just insane. Either way, they’re dead now. This amazing display of might and magic brought an elderly woman running towards us, turns out the little brutes did the same thing to her husband but he didn’t meddle with dark and mysterious forces better left alone like I myself did. It’s lucky we turned up when we did, because these goblins were certainly beefier than the others , but we still bested them easily. Although Elnathan did need to…well I’d rather not talk about what he did to heal himself, but I’m fairly certain that’s what allowed me to break the will of his last attacker. They thanked us for our help and we offered to escort them safely to Town Hall. I cannot say why this detail stuck with me, but I swear off in the distance I heard someone shout the number 34…
• Sekwaf wrote on 2012-11-28 05:24
  First Day Celebration, Year 476, Adamantine Era
  
  It was not long before we met up with a second group of survivors, among them was a family, an adolescent boy, and a tiefling in full armor. The boy and the tiefling were spattered with blood and looked exhausted, as if they’d fought a single foe for nearly an hour. The other man in the group just so happened to be the mayor, it’s great how these adventures work out. You always just happen to have the authority figure owe you his life. Our introduction was cut short when the tiefling collapsed in a drunken stupor, which would support my theory that they had fought some insignificant whelp for quite a while. Elnathan, eager for the chance to use his healing abilities went over to help. Tieflings don’t like being healed it would seem and Elnathan was out cold a few seconds later. Before any more of us dropped into unconsciousness we saw…something run towards the Town Hall, and decided it would be best to investigate. We dragged our companions down the road a ways (Elnathan has still not forgiven me for the scratches on his pauldrons I might add). The thing that had run past us…was among one of the most beautiful creations I had ever seen. It’s meticulous clockwork, sleek metal, sculpted features, it was a majestic feat of engineering indeed. And the best part, it could speak! I nearly killed the kid on the spot when he hinted we should attack this marvelous creature. No, I would learn everything of it, this I swore. The contraption was arguing with a guard (reasoning as well! Who could have created such a wonder?)
  
  However my observations were rudely interrupted by yet another band of goblins. They were…troublesome. I really detest other wizards, I do believe I’m the only one with sense enough to be reasonably squishy. This one is like all the others, just standing there all smug with his health and blinding magic. The battle waged on for a good while, but in the end I believe my illusions were too much, whenever these foes would lapse into madness we all set upon them with great ferocity and while our wounds nearly killed us, their wounds killed them first, which is all that matters I suppose. Did I mention how I hated other wizards? Rather than dying sensibly the little bastard opened a portal and exploded everything in sight with necrotic energy!
• Sekwaf wrote on 2012-11-28 05:29
  First Day Celebration, Year 476, Adamantine Era
  
  Unconscious for 8 hours, how convenient, we were all quite restored from that. Although we still had no idea where we were, or who everyone was, or what in Ioun’s name had happened. We all got to our feet, our possessions were still there, also very convenient. The kid went on moaning about some pain he was in, I didn’t feel sorry after seeing the way he fought. Elnathan offered some healing but the kid just curled up in bed, content to sleep it off quite alone. It was then I realized, the machine hadn’t risen! It just lay there on its bed, not moving, was it broken? I dearly hoped not.
  
  My worries were interrupted by a visitor. An old man stepped into the room, he made no introduction, but neither did we. I quickly thanked him for his hospitality, for he obviously wasn’t a threat and it was a reasonable (and I learned just after correct) assumption that he was our host. He was a bard, or a wander who knew some music and magic…if there’s any difference between the two. We were told that the goblins had used an ancient artifact, called Nevinyrral’s Disk. How they got a hold of it, I have no idea, it’s almost as if some mystic being planned this all out just to force us into some quest. That aside, the goblins had to be stopped, their next target was Colhen and I’ve always preferred the country to not be peppered with destroyed towns, especially one with such a lovely library. Now, even we weren’t stupid enough to take on an entire goblin army, oh we thought about it certainly, but we weren’t stupid enough to actually try. Instead the old man handed us a letter and told us to hand it to the King Keaghan. Sure old man, that’s a nice simple task, what could possibly go wrong?
  
  So with a seal we didn’t even know was real and a pouch full of money we headed out on our epic…er heroic quest, it’s not nearly time for an epic quest. Nothing on the road but some rocks – such odd rocks, time itself seemed to slow for a bit, and then everything was perfectly fine. Nothing interesting there time to move on. We met a merchant on the side of the street, although he didn’t have anything but a broken wagon, a brother in the forest and a present especially for me – a knife in the ribs. The situation just got awkward from there because it turns out his friend ALSO gave me a knife in the ribs, you know that awkward moment when two people give the same gift. Obviously trying not to add to the tension my third gift had some variation, it was a mace delivered straight to my face. The robot also came over, and I must say, he’s quite handy with his healing in a pinch, I’d dare say as good as Elnathan but my judgment could have been clouded since I was in such dire need of it. By now I was also in the spirit of giving so I started tossing out some nightmares here and there. One of our fighters –the human - was particularly generous with his axe and split a bandit completely in two. Elnathan put on a fireworks show but the smell was truly awful afterwards; roasting human flesh is not a pleasant smell, now I see why most vile creature prefer us raw. The third bandit was obviously repulsed as well as he beat tracks towards the woods soon after, presumably to throw up behind a tree for it wouldn’t be polite to do that around company. The fourth bandit thought to do the same but I quickly persuaded him to join the little social group the martial of our group had formed, they quickly introduced him to their swords and the battle was over.
  
  Turns out the guy hadn’t lied, the cart was indeed broken and there wasn’t much of interest inside, just some potions and coins. We had ourselves a lovely bonfire and a short rest and then set our sights on the road to Colhen.