Greyhawk: The Undead

The Caves of Irontooth

<font>Gripping my hammer and shield I began to calm my nerves, listening to the rushing waterfall in the distance. Through the trees I could make out the source of the stream now tained with Kobold blood and nodding to [Chris] we made our way to the foothold of the falls.

The waterfall provided us with the opportunity to approach unseen and unheard but also prevented us from being able to detect what may be inside. Weapons drawn we sprung </font>
<font>past the rushing wall of water, as the water cleared from our eyes many shadowin figures sprung up and attacked. I grinned and tighetened my grip of my warhammer delivering Morodin's blows to these beasts, as the corpses started to pile Iroontooth finally emerged. Never had I see a Kobold with the ability to weild two axes at once, even for the mightest of warriors it is a feat that requires years of training to master.

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<font>As the battle raged the of Morodins surged through me and my comrades, one by one we put this threat to rest. As Irontooth expelled his final breath, unexpected treasures awaited me. Within one of Irontooths pocket contained a note speaking of a winterhaven spy. Barowin? It seems only time will tell in this matter.

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<font>As we read the note Took pointed out a small chest in the far corner of the caves.

As we continued to search Irontooth we found a small key which fit the lock of said chest, as we opened it gold coins spilled against the stone floor however that was not all. Amongst the coins, there was a set of armor fashioned for a dwarf. As we retrieved it the scales shimmered in the daylight, as a fellow craftsman it looked to be a excusitly well crafted set of Scale Armor. It would takes years to craft an armor as fine as this, not only a product of superior worksmanship but also compelled a sense of invigoration.


I shall wear this armor with great respect and humility, this armor has seen great battle and I will respect its bloodline.

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<font>2500xp
Party Funds Gained: 420gp 0s 0c
Notable Items: Dwarven Scale Armor +1</font>

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Burial Site - Fall 597

The midday sun poked through the forest canopy, the path which we had followed on our way here thinned and slowly disolved into the lush green of the forest. We continued onwards south until noticing a large clearing and what appeared to be a slight depression in the land.

We had found the excavation site; as we emerged from the treeline we saw numerous figures working below to close off the site as a pair of dragonwhelps standing guard. I locked eyes with the beasts as we both stood our ground, unsure of how the events would play out. Out of the crowd a short humanoid beckoned us further into the camp, eager to show us the dragon bones what they had discovered.

To most people, dragons were things of legend and myth and as such the ability to view a remants of these creatures was a thrill to our scolars. We had our suspicions but the wherabouts of [Evas] father and any trace of the kobold threat that was rumored to be in the area was more important then our safety.

As we made our way down the slope and into the camp [ashleys] eyes glistened as she sized up the crates and there potential contents. The drow introduced himself as [Kellaral] sent out to discover an artifact and while he would not say [Ashleys] character quiety began to ready her weapon out of pure instinct. It wasnt until we questioned the man about his motives and whereabouts of [Evas father]. At that moment he drew his weapon and those who appeared to be working attempted to surround us, we were foolish to walk into this trap but the only way out was to fight our way out.

One by one we slayed men and beast alike until only Kellaral remained, calling upon the divine furvor of Morodin, my hammer rained down on him causing him emense agony but rather then staggering back he disapeared. I called out at his cowardess thinking he had used cheap parlor tricks to escape until I felt the sharp sting of his [weapon type] slide past the plates of my armor and into my flesh.

Enraged I turned to face him once again dealing a terrible blow and knocking him close to death. [Chris] was quick to rush over to him, disarming him of weapons and binding his arms and legs. With the [ashleys] blade at his throat he was quick to explain his actions and bestow the location of [Evas] father, not 30 feet from our location obscured from view.

[evas father] appeared to be unharmed although emotionaly stired, he began to explain his reasoning for being here and what he had discovered. In his excavation [eva father] found what be believed to be a mirror of unknown origin or value, upon retrieving the item [nicole] and [eva] did not detect a magical essence. Whoever wanted this mirror sent mercenaries to retrieve it no matter the cost.

As he began to speak of his scientific findings, [prisioner] faltered to his side allowing [Nicoles] to catch a glimpse of a medalian under his vestments. As [nicole] grasped the necklace to examine it further, [evas fathers] eyes widened as he gasped [wife name] and asked to see the medalian. Nicole carefully removed the necklace from our drow prisioner and handed it to [evas father], I later came to realize that this medalian had belonged to [Evas mother].

He held the amulet carefully, brushing the dirt from its casing and opening it. He looked inside, smiled slightly and removed the piece of parchment from within handing the amulet back to [nicole] as he folded it away in his pocket. Nicole attempted to give it to [eva] but as she reached for the item she closed [nicoles] hand around, without a word we understood what the necklace meant to her. That is how the amulet came into my possession, it is quite an honor to wear an item such as this but even moreso knowing it once contained something far more valuable to [Eva] and [Evas Father]. I wear it with great humility.

As evas father left our attention turned back to the drow, where we passionatly discussed the fate of this man. Many were in favor of killing this creature where he kneeled but decided not to sully the memory of this day nor kill living proof of Sister Lenoras darkest fears.

Battleworn and not wishing to bring any more attention to ourselves [Chris] character exposed a secret of the [southern coast] on how to transport prisoners discreetly. Out of his gear [chris] retrieved a large sack, picked [Kellaral] up by the neck and deposited him into the bag which he then threw over his shoulder folowed by a muffled cry.

"Shall we depart" [chris] said, and we made our way back to winterhaven as I let out a small chuckle.

As we approached Winterhaven a strange chill had filled the air and not a single person was in sight, it felt like a graveyard. Aware of this change we carefully walked into Winterhaven and to the temple. Our prisoner validated sister lenora feelings however this issue involved the entire town, we had to find Lord Pedrag. On our way to the Inn (Sage name) stopped us speaking of the research we had asked.

Upon further discussion we learned of the keeps history and the evil it once concealed along with source of the medalian. The obsidian mark was that of Orcus, a demon god of great power. [prisioner name] began to flail in the bag but quickly stopped after quick stike of [nicoles] quarterstaff.

With that knowledge the old man scurried back into his tower to investigate this threat and we made our way to [pub name] to speak with Lord Pedrag. Luckily for us he was in attendance as we called him over and requested a private audience…

<font>Party XP Gained: </font><font>1198</font><font>xp
Party Funds Gained: gp s c</font>

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Barowin's Deceit - Fall 597 (Afternoon)

...Lord pedrag follows us into the room above the bar. As Eccai closes the door behind us as [Chris] unties the backpack and shows the lord our captive. Bound, paniced and gaged [Prisoner Name] now looked up us as Pedrag looked downward. As the prisoner spoke of what he knew Lord Pedrag expressions dropped from confusion, misbelief and finally fear.

When the prisoner was done telling us what he knew the lord signaled one of his men downstairs. Two members of the watch retrieved the Faye bound and gagged halfling allowing us to continue our conversation in private.

Lord pedrag sat on the nearest bed and grasped his forehead, This is far worse then he could have ever imagined. Far worse then he ever could have dreamed.

"Barowin." he stated in misbelief…
"Barowin has been part of this town for over a year, he was one of us and now this… None of my men are equipped to handle a threat like this".
We all knew his claim to be true, neither trained nor equipped the local militia would be easy prey for Barowins men. The group was united in what we had to do next.

We approached Barowins shop and with great haste and weapons drawn as we burst into the shop. Barowin looked up from his book, adjusted his glasses and said "What took you so long?". We stood there motionless for a second but as the halfling sprung towards him, Barowin bolted through a door behind him. We quickly followed knowing full well whatever awaited us would surely be a ambush. The only way out of the building was through the front door and by Morodin's resolve nothing would get by my shield.

As we entered the backroom we caught the light escaping from a door we would not have noticed otherwise. I raised my shield as we descended the spiral staircase into the cold darkness. A simple shopkeeper Barowin was not.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs the room was partially lit by the flickering of candels and the sounds of absolute silence. Barowin was standing at what looked to be an alter and as we stepped forwards, four figures additional stepped out of the shadows. [Nicole] grabbed onto my Pauldrons as fear ran through her voice, the figures that stood before us were not creatures of this world.

These figures appeared as shadows upon men, long flowing black robes seemed to draft from a non-existant breeze passing from our world into the darkness. I had never seen things but I had heard of these creatures from the knights of my order, my grip tightened.

It was a hardfough but as Barowins limp body hit the floor we knew that this was only the begining. We all stood still for a moment catching our breath and taking in what happened. It was in this moment I noticed the light of the candles flickering ever so gently in what seemed to be a breeze, as I approached the alter I noticed what appeared to be a seam in the wall. As we pushed back the wall a cold shrill went down my spine. I'uz. Countless books of devotions to Iuz and a chest filled with offerings of 200 gold and 200 silver. I look over and the halfling frantically stuffing her pockets will our spoils.

What was this place? Who was Barowin really?

I had never seen so many forbidden texts in one place before, as I flipped through the papers it appeared that Sister Lenoras concerns were very real. Talk of awakening a Shadow Wurm, death and disease incarnate. My order must be notified.

As we left this crypt I retrieved a copy of the tome for further study, My order must know of these beasts. We made our way towards to keep where Lord Pedrag and Commander [Capt of the Guard Name] was questioning the prisioner. Lord Pedrag asks what has happened to Barowin and we explain our story and show him the book, his face goes white and guards are dispatched to Barowin's shop to secure the materials from falling into the wrong hands. Lord Pedrag thumbs through the book but his comprehension of the materials at face value is no better then mine, we seek out Valthrum in order to gain some perspective into this threat. We speak to Valthrum but he seems more interested in whats contained in these books then what we have to say, we leave the old man to his tower while we head down to the Inn.

Its only midday but today was a rough day, everyone agrees to relax and get a few pints.
In my case it ends up being 11.

 

<font>Party XP Gained: </font><font>1400</font><font>xp
Party Funds Gained: 65gp 13s
Barowin's Loot: 200gp 200s</font>

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Winterhaven (Road to Burial Ground)

1) Kobolds attacked us, attacked from bushes.
2) Guy with wings and cloak
3) Leader dropped this.

After a short rest we headed to the burial site<font>.


Party XP Gained: 1250xp
Party Funds Gained: 5g 25s
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Notable Items: Obsidian Skull Necklace (80gp)</font>

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A Curious Creature

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<font>We made our way through the dungeon, storerooms filled with goods from the soldiers who lived here decades ago. The stech of rotting goods, unwashed mongrals and creeping mold of age make the keep unbearable to the senses. We move room to room looking for answers, looking for the source of the evil which creeps these isles.

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We cautiously approached the cell area, corpses littering the alcoves in all stages of decomposition. In the cell sat a lone goblin, shieldeding himself from us yet as we looked at him his expression moved from fear into optimism.

[Have James write splug character component]

It was a difficult choice, without a proper map or information about this place he would be a suitable guide. On the other hand, he could lead us right into a trap. Eccaia seemed to take a liking to Splug while [Eva] consistantly reminded us that they could not be trusted. Unlike his mindless breathren Spug appeared to be on the intelligent side of goblinkind, while that does not say much abou there capability it gave me reason to believe we may be an asset.

Against [Eva] protest we unlocked his cell and splug became our guide. By Morodins grace I hope that our decision was the right one, for both of our well beings.
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Party XP Gained: 1250</font>
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Party Funds Gained: 55gp 25s 0c
Notable Items: +1 Bloodcut Hide Armor (840g) (not taken – unable to carry)</font>

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