Keep over the shadowfell

When I Sing Up

When I Sing (Grow) Up

Had my tongue out, we were flung out
Right before the evil horde.
Pants, he cowers, bloody showers
And there chants the sorcerer.

We could try to, take the portal
On a path to certain doom.
Horror’s closing, all around us
No way from this morbid room.

If I spoke up, we’d be able
If I spoke up, we’d turn the tables.

Trying hard to, play the lute to
Bolster up some confidence.
Unaffected, to your weapons
Damn the consequences.

If I sung out, we’d be able
If I sung out, we’d turn the tables.

Blood and blisters, on my fingers
Chaos rules if we should fail.
Tirah’s chasing, Morgan’s blazing
Viator amazing

When I sing up, we’ll be able
When I sing up, we’ll all be fabled.

Morgana's Log, Excerpt II
The Obliteration Of Karl

After going back to the mistress’ hut and finding it mysteriously empty, we decided to rest for the night in the nearby clearing. When we awoke the next morning, it was to the sounds of grunts and groans. Chunks had clearly fallen back into his withdrawals, with sweat running down his face as he rolled around in agony. The rest of us decided that the best we could do was give him the few medicines we could find among the surrounding trees and make our way to defeat ‘Karl’ without him.

We descended once more into the Keep. We reached a room that was empty but for a few statues, once of which, a gigantic stone golem, dominated the eastern end of the room directly in front of us. Two smaller dragon statues were nestled in the corners over in the western end of the room, and across from us behind the golem we could see a large alcove. Four cherubic figures made of clay of some kind stood in the corners of the alcove, vases in their hands. Just behind them we could glimpse the other door. Tirah pointed out a small control panel mounted on the dais that the golem stood upon, and I suggested that a couple of us could go and disable it. Tirah decided to accompany me, and Splug followed along happily to guard my back. As soon as we began to attempt to disable the golem, it raised its arms toward the roof and brought them down with an almighty crash. Tirah, Splug and I were knocked to our backs, dazed. We managed to get to our feet and work together to disable the statue. The others carefully made their way to meet us and we moved toward the alcove. After a short discussion, we decided that it was obviously a trap of some kind, and that we should try pouring some water into the vases closest to us. Tirah did so, and the water soaked into the bottom of the vases somehow. Tirah then stepped through to attempt the same with the two rear vases, and I felt magical walls clang into place between her and us and over the door opposite. At the same time the vases tilted and began pouring water into the small alcove, rapidly filling it. Staring around hurriedly, Tirah took hold of one of the vases and gave a massive tug, tearing it free of the cherub that was holding it. Water immediately stopped pouring from that vase. I took a step back, summoned an orb of pure energy and hurled it at the invisible barrier. It flickered under the force of the blow, visibly weakening for a second or two, before settling once more. Tirah, meanwhile, was attempting to destroy one of the other cherubs, only managing to crack the body while the vase remained intact. By this time, the water had begun to move, forming a whirlpool in the small enclosure and throwing Tirah against the wall. Finally, Loralen stepped up and played a note of power on her lute. Each of the cherubs trembled, then shattered. The invisible walls of power disappeared and the waist high water flooded into the main room. We took stock, before proceeding through the door.

As we proceeded into the next room, a low groaning reached through the gloom. We also heard a constant rasping sound, and a pack of zombies appeared in our circle of light. I held the others back, waiting for the zombies to pack in closer before unleashing a few explosions in their midst. When the smoke cleared there were still a couple of less rotten zombies moving towards us. A ghoul peeked around a corner at us scenting the air. A small homunculus was half-flying half-hopping towards the stairs leading down, presumably to warn its master of our presence. After we killed the remaining monsters, we explored the room and found a bag of holding which I immediately called dibs on.

We made our descent into the bowels of the keep, and found ourselves looking across a gaping hole in the floor to a priest on a raised area. On the wall behind him was a visage of Orcus, and thanks to the sacrificial rites the priest had been performing a trail of blood led from the dais around the room to finally pour down the pit in a crimson rain. Suddenly, the two berserkers flanking the priest roared, and charged at us with their huge two-handed swords raised. A small kiss of vampires appeared to support the charging humans, and I could see a dark creeper skulking in the shadows, also making his way swiftly towards us. Our goblin companions counter-charged, and we closed for the fight. As we dispatched our foes, I spied the priest striding toward us, an evil rage flickering in his eyes. Eventually, after fierce fighting and both of our goblins almost dying, we stood panting amidst the bodies of our enemies. Once we’d thoroughly checked the room we decided that the only way forward was down, and grabbed hold of the chains descending into the darkness.

As we climbed had over hand down the slippery chains, I felt myself beginning to slide, and realised that I was going to fall. I let go, and tried very hard not to think of what might await me at the bottom of my fall. Thankfully, compared to the alternatives, I landed in a pool of blood. Although shallow, it was deep enough to sufficiently cushion my fall, and I came to my feet spluttering. As the others joined me I looked around the room and realised that ‘Karl’ had been expecting us.

Arrayed around the room were a dozen skeletons, with greatswords across their shoulders and longbows pointed unerringly at our party, and a grave wight floated in their midst, it’s clothing rippling in a non-existent wind. I glanced around and saw many statues of Orcus, some man-sized, some massive. They were all impressive in their detail. One wall was taken up by a massive portal, a swirling vortex of nether energy; the more I focused on it, the more clearly I could hear whispering voices imploring me, offering me endless power if I were to make but a small sacrifice. I shook my head to clear it.

Standing directly in front of us was a robed and hooded man, the small homunculus from earlier bouncing around in glee next to him. The robe did little to hide the broad shoulders, and he held a short mace mounted with a ram’s skull in one hand. With the other, he threw back the hood and grinned at us. “Welcome!” I’m so glad that you could be here to witness the beginning!” He began to incant under his breath as he raised his hand. We tried to convince him that we too were worshippers of Orcus, but he would have none of it, and the fight was on. As arrows began flying at us I felt a presence, almost a consciousness reach out from the portal and drag me towards it, separating me from the others. I struggled and was dropped unceremoniously just yards from the yawning abyss. The fight continued as I got to my feet and moved away from the portal, only to be dragged once more toward the hungry presence. As I got to my feet again I was struck with the certainty that if any of us were sucked into the black that we would inadvertently finish the spell that Karl had started and Orcus would have the means to manifest on this plane. My thought pattern was shattered as a ghostly hand reached from the portal and swiped across my body, causing pain to roar through me. I managed to get to my knees and drag myself towards the opposite side of the room and my party, getting my feet under me and running when I could. When I was among my companions I turned my attention to the fight going on around me, and saw that we were suffering at the hands of Karl, who was flinging dark energies around, and the wight, who was preventing us from truly destroying the skeletons around it. I decided that it was about time for me to turn the tide, and I focused all my energies on the wight, attempting to gain us a respite from the constant stream of reanimating foes. Soon we were able to destroy the spirit and mop up the other undead, allowing us to turn and throw our combined power at Karl. He staggered under the force of our assault and glanced at the portal. Moments later he appeared in the circle of power at its base and raised his voice, attempting to finish the summons. We continued our attack, and within minutes the chant faltered and died in his throat as he collapsed in his knees. We looked to each other, relieved, but the cleric and I both looked to the portal when we felt that it was still growing in power rather than diminishing like we had hoped. Viator fell to his knees and began to pray to Bahamut, begging for guidance and the power to reverse the evil spewing from the gate. I moved up beside him and threw positive power, for lack of a better description, into the barrier that separated that plane from ours. The others followed suit, and with a sigh of relief I felt the power begin to lessen. Finally it shimmered, and then winked soundlessly out of existence. I fell onto my back and started giggling uncontrollably. We had done it.

You Would Think...

I guess when you spend the majority of your life in an environment where everything is the same ‘day in day out’, then it’s to be expected that stepping out into the real world would certainly be a bit of a shock. The experiences i’ve had over the last couple of weeks have opened my eyes to a world that isn’t regimented, that doesn’t care about your inner beliefs or struggles and that isn’t afraid to leave you behind. While i’m indeed grateful my years of training have prepared me for combat, i feel now that so much of the world is only being revealed to me for the first time, for which i was certainly not prepared. A temple where everyone worked together towards a common goal, to a world where everyone, every group, every city is looking out for themselves, wondering how they can get ahead. A tale was once told to me about a bunch of sticks being harder to break than a solitary one… in this world it would seem the sticks prefer to remain solitary but with their ends sharpened to ensure their survival. My current companions, for the most part, seem like decent folk although appearances may be deceiving in the long run. We shall see, but at this moment i’m prepared to put my complete trust in nobody. Initially the vast world and endless possibilities that laid in front of me made me excited and somewhat giddy at the mere thought of it all. While outwards nothing much has changed, inside I’m feeling a little jaded, however hopefully as time passes this will fade as i become more accustomed to living in this ugly yet beautiful world. You would think…

Morgana's Log, Excerpt I
Descent Into Darkness
  • Group met Morgana on the road after their fight with a kobold shaman. They then met Viator.
  • Proceeded to the Keep. Rushed in, Chunks fell in a pit, the others rushed to attack the goblins. Viator let down a rope, other dispatched the goblins. They then Rested.
  • They followed the right passage off the pit room to a torture chamber, dispatched the goblins there, along with the goblin torturer. Chunks took his armour.
  • Chunks attacked Splug’s cage, then after trying to convince him to be leashed (including Morgana giving him 2gp), Tirah tried to sneak up and leash him. She failed, and he fled. They rested.
  • They tried the left corridor from the main room, found a passageway leading to an excavation room. 3 goblins and 3 drakes were in the room. Tirah called to the drake, but they were just animals. Loralen told the goblins that their masters were dead, and they came up the corridor. They found out that one has a holy symbol. Tirah really wanted it. The party separated that one, and surround him. Morgana and V walked behind the others, and she unleashed a freezing cloud on the other two goblins. The others killed the symbol bearer, but the drakes surrounded Morgana and killed her.
  • It was a tough fight, but they eventually won. Tirah triumphantly grabbed the holy symbol, and felt a surge of power. Splug appeared and fell to his knees at Morgana’s side, keening. He calms down a bit and tells the others that he knows a shaman nearby who might be able to help.
  • The shaman says she can resurrect Morgana, but asks that in return they Kalrael, A.K.A. Karl. They ask to have Morgana resurrected now to help them kill Kalrael. To hold against their return the shaman asks for the thing that each held dearest. Tirah gave up her new symbol, Chunk gave up his ale, V handed her his book, and Loralen gave up her voice. Luckily she has a lute to channel her magic through. The party takes a long rest.
  • The party explored the secret passage off the corridor to the excavation chamber. They found Balgron the Fat, killed him and some of his goblin guards. They left one alive when he begged for his life, and dubbed him Pants.
  • They went south, killed some rats and a gelatinous cube. Pants and Splug helped. Further into the room was a Kruthik nest, which the party cleared out.
  • Next they went through the large bronze doors in the room. Inside they fought a giant blob. They got a shield and some money from a small island in the middle of the pool in the room.
  • They went back to the first main room in the keep and went downstairs. They fought some zombies, went into a crypt and prayed to Bahamut. They took the silver dragon statues, and spoke to Kegan. He gave them his longsword, Aeclis, to fight Kalrael.
  • They went back outside, and found some goblins. The party tried to trick them, and ended up killing them and a giant spider, as well as a hobgoblin boss.
Gone from our World

Gone from our World (also known as “Give me Back my Voice you F**n Tramp”) by Loralen

Look at this stuff isn’t it neat? wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything?

look at this sash, weapons and cash! how many items can one backpack stash? looking inside here you’d think, sure, she’s got everything. I’ve got arrows and longswords aplenty, I’ve got rations and armour galore, (you want instruments? I’ve got 20!) but who cares? no big deal, I want more..

I wanna find where that witch is at, I wanna see wanna see her suffer, begging for mercy in those (what do you call ‘em? oh, rags). Plucking at strings you don’t get too far, a voice is required for talking, singing, cursing at old fucking (what’s that word again?) hags! Up where she plots, up where she skulks, up where she hoards our treasures and sulks, give me my voice you fucking tramp, we all hate you!

what would I give if I could live with my voice again? what I would do if i could screw her royally? bet’cha Morgaine could light up a flame and Chunks would carve up all that remained. No more fuckwits with dirty mitts on all our stuff!

It’s been too long since you’ve heard my song, I need my voice back to start my chorus, This is vengeance and oh it feels (what’s the word?) sweet. where’s our fresh meat? wouldn’t I love, to slice her to bits when back up above, then take back my voice we’d all rejoice, gone from our world.


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