Moonsong City

There's No Place Like Home

Poe’s Journal


Poe

You know, this fort – hell, it’s really practically a town now – is really starting to feel like home. Maybe it’s just because I’ve spent so long convalescing here lately. Or maybe, Alia, it’s because it’s starting to remind me of the little town you and I grew up in. Either way, it’ll be a sad day when I can walk steadily for more than a few paces and can accompany the heroes on whatever their next mission turns out to be. Mission, heh. More likely that it’ll be some greed-fueled trek across the country after some mythical hoard…

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In the Service of the Raven Queen

Poe’s Journal


Poe

So here I am again beloved…ahhh, Alia, why is it only in the dregs of my cups that I can find any solace without you? I thought perhaps dedicating myself to the Raven Queen’s service, dutifully praying and trying to advance her goals – though I still sometimes wonder at the import she has placed on this particular group – would ease that pain. It’s not to be. Only in the heat of battle do I find peace. At least these heroes of prophecy lead me into the thick of the fight more often than not…even when they decide to run, as they did in the forest.

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Denouement

Poe had thought the Raven Queen had finally decided to give him a sweet release. The rest of the party was breathing a collective sigh of relief as they attempted to catch their breath. It had been a harrowing experience. Multiple waves of Kobolds had threatened to overrun Ron Burgundy’s Follies. Guss was flustered as the Kobolds had used their greater mobility to great advantage, avoiding the stalwart defender to strike at other more tempting targets. “Did one get away?” He asked between breaths.

“Yeah, downriver” came the answer from Kleister Fokken. “These little bastards are so damn hard to see in these trees.”

The Cleartear River rushed past our intrepid heroes. Over the river, a mere 150 feet away was the far bank, were the grasslands that offered much easier passage and much better sight lines. They had just started the ritual casting required to get the six members of their party across when the Kobolds had begun their attack, once again calling out for Beros’s head. Ron had memorized how to say “Kill the elf” now in Dragonic.

While the party cleared a space for the ritual casters to begin, Durkon excitedly turned over one of the Kobold adepts. “We must have found a party going to make a sacrifice. Look at the size of this piece of jade!” From the waterlogged body that had washed up after being felled by Beros’s arrows as it sought escape over the waters was a huge piece of a unworked jade. “This has to be worth a fortune.” Durkon whispered excitedly. “Maybe a couple of thousand to the right buyer.”

As they prepared to start again the magic to allow for their river crossing, there was a horrible sound from downriver. It sounded like a sick buffalo in heat. Beros’s head snapped up. “They’re calling for more. That’s a horn.” he whispered in horror. For a few minutes, the sound just hung in the air like a putrid fog. Then from upriver, came an answering horn. Then another, and another until the air was full of the dreadful noise. Finally from across the river, still out of sight came a much cleaner sounding horn.

Kloister recognized it immediately. “The orcs answer the call. I hope we have the time we need to get across the river.”

“Doubtful.” Ron said dejectedly. “Those were pontoons they had in the villages. With this current, I’d say we’ve got about 15 minutes. Maybe less.”

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Redepmtion Part I

Poe’s Journal


Poe

This will have to be quick. I’m sitting in the woods, on the banks of a fast moving river, as the heroes weigh their options. Orc horns are sounding in the distance and Ron’s falcon friend (Baxter I think he called him), is reporting scores of kobolds heading our way. Yeah, as if we haven’t already killed enough of the little frackers. You’d think they’d take a hint. Anyway, we won’t have much time to lick our wounds before all hell breaks loose again. I figure I should get some of this down while I have the chance…especially since the last week or so I’ve been too busy praying at night to properly record anything. From the sounds of things – and the nervous arguing of my intrepid hero friends this might be my last chance. Ahhh! Alia! Perhaps I’ll be with you soon…

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A Hilltop Fort

The wind whipped up as Guss stood atop of the four watch towers warding his new fort. It had been a good couple of days. The gnolls had been routed, Ron apparently had a spell that could help fix up the holes in the fort, and those birds couldn’t get over the walls. A good couple of days.

Meanwhile, Tyr was with The Lions of Moonsong, escorting the freed human slaves to connect with the other half of the party. The plains seems like a long way from the mountains. The halfings had decided to move after capturing an orc scout. It would seem there were now two green dragons hunting the plains looking for the star metal and Kobe. They felt the chances were better in the fort.

Ron’s time was spent reviewing the new ritual book they’d found buried deep inside the burnt out shell of the keep. The book had a couple of rituals in it. Enchant Magic Item, Eye of Alarm, and Gentle Repose.

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Dragon Slaying, almost...again

Poe’s Journal


Poe

You know, a guy really ought to be told. I mean, I have no problem following the heroes of prophecy around – it is my duty after all – and I can even handle being out on these accursed plains. But teeming masses of flightless carnivorous birds leaving nothing but pecked over bones in their path is a little much. I mean really – flightless birds. What’s the point? Aren’t they really just lizards with feathers? Anyway, I first became aware of these critters when Beros lost Kobe’s tracks due to a mass migration of hoofed animals. That’s also when we first spotted some of the pecked bones. And our dwarf. Not that the two were related – unfortunately in this case. At least the heroes were careful – we took a break for the night rather then press on in the dark.

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Kliester Fokken's Recap
From PCs
ok, here’s Kleister Fokkens view of the last battle- just an FYI
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One and two half men.

Tyr stood on a windswept hill. The valley below was empty of life. But not empty of movement. Dwarf spirits patrolled here. This was not a welcome place for the living. Across the valley, orc sentries stayed at watch. They seemed to understand the limit of the spirit warriors. They could not leave the valley. At the center of the patrolling dwarfs, a single standard stood. The standard of the Stonebreaker clan. It was here where the final battle of the Dwarven lords had taken place. It was here where the sacrifice was made. And it was here that Tyr was to bring the ones whom the elders dreamed.

And with that, Tyr awoke.

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Running Man...

Poe’s Journal


Poe

I never thought I’d want to see a tree so bad. All this open land and rolling hills can really get to you after a while. Or maybe it’s just that I’m sick of listening to the infernal yapping of the gnolls and their hyena pets. Thankfully, after our last skirmish, they’ve done the smart thing and left our intrepid heroes of prophecy pretty much alone. Having your butt kicked will do that to you. But I’m ahead of myself. I don’t want to forget any of the details of the last few days, so before I finish off the last of this good stuff – the stores of strong drink that Sunny procured for me before we left are so painfully low that I’ll be drinking mere beer starting tomorrow – I’d better get it all down. So where were we…

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Dragon Slaying, almost...

Poe’s Journal


Poe

One thing’s for sure about these heroes of prophecy…they sure are persistent. Especially when there’s treasure to be had. Another thing’s for certain. Dragons are mean sons o’ goats. And somewhere out there, there’s one who’s not at all happy with our heroes. Ah well. I suspect the list of creatures, people and probably gods who are less than raving fans of our glorious heroes is destined to grow rather long before they get around to accomplishing whatever it is the Queen has in store for them. Just makes my job of keeping them alive until they can do that all that much more difficult. Well, I guess no one – especially Her – ever promised it would be easy.

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