The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Me too, but I wish he'd hurry up just the same
Dr Midnight
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SESSION 48
13th of Ready’reat
INTO COLDHEART
The party woke to find they were covered with a thick blanket of snow. “Did the dragon do this?” Grumbar asked.
“No,” Vek answered from his place in the snow, where he’d watched over them all night. “This was just normal snow.”
“Stinks anyway,” Grumbar complained as he brushed himself off. When Grumbar was tired, he was cranky.
“Don’t worry about it, hon,” Kizzlorn said wearily. The night had been hard on her. Her eyes were pink. She didn’t say it, and no one asked, but it was commonly believed that she and Shade had begun to develop feelings for each other. Now, they were torn apart in the mortal world by senseless violence with creatures of destruction. She knew it happened every day, and she’d lost friends before in battles, but… this one hurt. She mostly kept to herself and silent. She would remain that way for most of the day.
Jamison was in a terrific mood, as was usual for him in the morning. The prospect of a new day always filled him with glee. So many possibilities… A new lever to pull, a new spell to learn, a new friend to make. Anything could happen in a day. On the path to absolution, it was the only way to think. He stretched and looked out to the horizon. There was someone walking on it… towards them.
“Vek!” he pointed. Vek looked.
A small man clad in furs was striding, hip-deep, through the snow. His red face was set in a determined grimace against the cold. “Hold,” Vek called. “Who goes?”
The figure stopped. “I’m looking for the Knights of the Spellforge Keep.”
“That’s us,” Vek replied. “And there’s only one ‘the’ in our party name. Again- who goes?”
“My name is Edge. I’ve come to offer you my help, in exchange for a share of the dragon’s treasure, including a specific item.” He came closer. “Pardon me, but mind if we talk near the fire? I’m freezing.”
“Of course, be our guest. I sometimes forget how the cold can bother the living.”
“What??”
“Nothing. So… why did you come in search of us?”
“I heard you were going up to defeat the dragon. I want in.”
“Where did you come from?”
“I come from The Old Order. It’s a monastic temple in Ket, just south of the Yatil Mountains. I was sent to retrieve the item, which is a dragon totem of some sort.”
Vek shrugged. “Good enough for us… we could use another bruiser. I’m assuming you’re skilled in hand-to-hand combat, by your lack of obvious weapons?”
“You assumed right.”
“This is Grumbar, Kizzlorn, uh… Gregg Flamebrow, and I’m Vek Mormont. Warm yourself by the fire for a while, and we’ll get going.”
Edge knelt by the fire, gratefully warming his hands over it.
“We’re goin’ through the fur flap!” Grumbar said excitedly.
“…Uh. Pardon me?”
“Up there!” He pointed to the white pelt covering an entrance into the glacier, thirty feet overhead.
“Oh. Is that the entrance?”
Grumbar ignored the question. “Why you got pointy teeth?”
Edge smiled. “I have some odd blood in my heritage. I think an orc gave me the teeth.”
When the young monk had warmed himself properly, they left the fire and walked up the catwalk to the piece of fur. Edge carefully checked it for traps.
“What’re you doin’?” Grumbar asked.
“He’s checking the entrance for traps, Grumbar,” Vek answered patiently.
The half-orc wrinkled his nose in confusion. “Why do that?”
“Some of the more cautious adventurers in the realm tend to do this sort of thing to find out if there’s danger ahead. We haven’t done it in some time, because we haven’t had the sort of person who knew how to do it in the party.”
Jamison chuckled. “I’ve got a much quicker way of finding out if something’s trapped.” He meant, of course, walking straight up to the trap and triggering it out of curiosity. Vek laughed, Kizzlorn didn’t, and the joke went over Grumbar’s head completely.
Edge completed his examination. “Okay, let’s go inside. What’s our marching order?”
“Order?” Grumbar said as he walked inside. “No order. Just go. Find things. Kill th-“ The floor gave out beneath the huge half-orc, and he fell. His hands grabbed the lip of the pit trap and he dangled over a drop into darkness. He cursed under his breath. “Stupid irony.”
MORE TO COME...
13th of Ready’reat
INTO COLDHEART
The party woke to find they were covered with a thick blanket of snow. “Did the dragon do this?” Grumbar asked.
“No,” Vek answered from his place in the snow, where he’d watched over them all night. “This was just normal snow.”
“Stinks anyway,” Grumbar complained as he brushed himself off. When Grumbar was tired, he was cranky.
“Don’t worry about it, hon,” Kizzlorn said wearily. The night had been hard on her. Her eyes were pink. She didn’t say it, and no one asked, but it was commonly believed that she and Shade had begun to develop feelings for each other. Now, they were torn apart in the mortal world by senseless violence with creatures of destruction. She knew it happened every day, and she’d lost friends before in battles, but… this one hurt. She mostly kept to herself and silent. She would remain that way for most of the day.
Jamison was in a terrific mood, as was usual for him in the morning. The prospect of a new day always filled him with glee. So many possibilities… A new lever to pull, a new spell to learn, a new friend to make. Anything could happen in a day. On the path to absolution, it was the only way to think. He stretched and looked out to the horizon. There was someone walking on it… towards them.
“Vek!” he pointed. Vek looked.
A small man clad in furs was striding, hip-deep, through the snow. His red face was set in a determined grimace against the cold. “Hold,” Vek called. “Who goes?”
The figure stopped. “I’m looking for the Knights of the Spellforge Keep.”
“That’s us,” Vek replied. “And there’s only one ‘the’ in our party name. Again- who goes?”
“My name is Edge. I’ve come to offer you my help, in exchange for a share of the dragon’s treasure, including a specific item.” He came closer. “Pardon me, but mind if we talk near the fire? I’m freezing.”
“Of course, be our guest. I sometimes forget how the cold can bother the living.”
“What??”
“Nothing. So… why did you come in search of us?”
“I heard you were going up to defeat the dragon. I want in.”
“Where did you come from?”
“I come from The Old Order. It’s a monastic temple in Ket, just south of the Yatil Mountains. I was sent to retrieve the item, which is a dragon totem of some sort.”
Vek shrugged. “Good enough for us… we could use another bruiser. I’m assuming you’re skilled in hand-to-hand combat, by your lack of obvious weapons?”
“You assumed right.”
“This is Grumbar, Kizzlorn, uh… Gregg Flamebrow, and I’m Vek Mormont. Warm yourself by the fire for a while, and we’ll get going.”
Edge knelt by the fire, gratefully warming his hands over it.
“We’re goin’ through the fur flap!” Grumbar said excitedly.
“…Uh. Pardon me?”
“Up there!” He pointed to the white pelt covering an entrance into the glacier, thirty feet overhead.
“Oh. Is that the entrance?”
Grumbar ignored the question. “Why you got pointy teeth?”
Edge smiled. “I have some odd blood in my heritage. I think an orc gave me the teeth.”
When the young monk had warmed himself properly, they left the fire and walked up the catwalk to the piece of fur. Edge carefully checked it for traps.
“What’re you doin’?” Grumbar asked.
“He’s checking the entrance for traps, Grumbar,” Vek answered patiently.
The half-orc wrinkled his nose in confusion. “Why do that?”
“Some of the more cautious adventurers in the realm tend to do this sort of thing to find out if there’s danger ahead. We haven’t done it in some time, because we haven’t had the sort of person who knew how to do it in the party.”
Jamison chuckled. “I’ve got a much quicker way of finding out if something’s trapped.” He meant, of course, walking straight up to the trap and triggering it out of curiosity. Vek laughed, Kizzlorn didn’t, and the joke went over Grumbar’s head completely.
Edge completed his examination. “Okay, let’s go inside. What’s our marching order?”
“Order?” Grumbar said as he walked inside. “No order. Just go. Find things. Kill th-“ The floor gave out beneath the huge half-orc, and he fell. His hands grabbed the lip of the pit trap and he dangled over a drop into darkness. He cursed under his breath. “Stupid irony.”
MORE TO COME...
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Dr Midnight
Explorer
Ahh, crap!!!
You're right Lela, that's a horrible circumstance error. Let me edit some stuff about Shade into that.
IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
Edit: I might add that Grumbar's pretty goodlooking, as half-orcs go... and I believe we WILL see something of an amorous Grumbar later in the writeup...
You're right Lela, that's a horrible circumstance error. Let me edit some stuff about Shade into that.
IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
Edit: I might add that Grumbar's pretty goodlooking, as half-orcs go... and I believe we WILL see something of an amorous Grumbar later in the writeup...
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Olgar Shiverstone
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Order, stability, knowledge of where the traps are ... a Knight craves not these things!
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