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This is a log of sessions in the [[OathWielders]] campaign. | |||
== Chapter I: Bars and Bars == | == Chapter I: Bars and Bars == | ||
On a bright day on the 15th of | On a bright day on the 15th of Flamerule…a | ||
fairy, satyr, and goliath were at the right place at the right time. After | fairy, satyr, and goliath were at the right place at the right time. After | ||
saving a poor veteran giant's life, the group impressed a local event organizer | saving a poor veteran giant's life, the group impressed a local event organizer | ||
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made two more allies, the Arcane Centaur and righteous man of devotion. | made two more allies, the Arcane Centaur and righteous man of devotion. | ||
First they teamed up with a | First they teamed up with a vampire at | ||
Nakashiri to stop an Ogre and his kobold gang. Where they got the gauntlets. | Nakashiri to stop an Ogre and his kobold gang. Where they got the gauntlets. | ||
Then they saved Samurai from beastial demons at Wyvern's Keep, where Master | Then they saved Samurai from beastial demons at Wyvern's Keep, where Master | ||
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certain death at the front lines. The front lines brought the Oathwielders face | certain death at the front lines. The front lines brought the Oathwielders face | ||
to face with the truth of this realm. Quel'mar is not a world of giants, | to face with the truth of this realm. Quel'mar is not a world of giants, | ||
vampires, and mystery….The realm is at war, and war was hell. They made it out | |||
(with casualties)…but not before the rift between them had grown. Separated at | (with casualties)…but not before the rift between them had grown. Separated at | ||
the front lines, and seeing the true nature of both friends and enemies, the OathWielders | the front lines, and seeing the true nature of both friends and enemies, the OathWielders | ||
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If you come across this journal I'm probably dead. Happy new year, my name is Wvictor Niebelung. Scholar. Mystic. Writer even. What do I write? If we can recount the last moments of my life. Spent after eighty-two days of monotonous sea sailing. Sea captain Drake was visited by someone from Champerty. Looking for what was known as the relic of the Dawnbringer. And that was indeed the dawn where everything began. | If you come across this journal I'm probably dead. Happy new year, my name is Wvictor Niebelung. Scholar. Mystic. Writer even. What do I write? If we can recount the last moments of my life. Spent after eighty-two days of monotonous sea sailing. Sea captain Drake was visited by someone from Champerty. Looking for what was known as the relic of the Dawnbringer. And that was indeed the dawn where everything began. | ||
We came across two shadowy vixens on reconnaissance of a shipwreck belonging to a religious factions known as the Dawnbringers. Between them, a marriage. Between us, a rivalry. With us submerging for the relic before them, encountering ocean dwellers, we emerged victorious. But we’ve acquired a rather disgusting taste between us. There’s the wife, Captain Tasneem of the Rattzias. She almost paid a hefty price by my eye, and that was just the first of | We came across two shadowy vixens on reconnaissance of a shipwreck belonging to a religious factions known as the Dawnbringers. Between them, a marriage. Between us, a rivalry. With us submerging for the relic before them, encountering ocean dwellers, we emerged victorious. But we’ve acquired a rather disgusting taste between us. There’s the wife, Captain Tasneem of the Rattzias. She almost paid a hefty price by my eye, and that was just the first of Nightal. | ||
On the second of | On the second of Nightal, we dove even deeper, against Drake’s orders we began to plunge. Well, one of us began to plunge into the unknown. Eve, the fairy, took her first step into a dark cave known as the Divine. She was granted her first gift, was rather minut, just some water breathing. As she began to inker and test with her dance with the divine, she was given her first breadcrumb...via the Fractured Dawn. Her first breadcrumb left her to the birth of gods Helm and Lathander. One answer led to many questions. Where do I come from who is my god who am I to please am I even pleasing said god? None to the satisfaction of her closer OathWielder friend Orris, we plunged and saved most of the Dawnbringers from the under deep. I come from teachings that don’t believe in the divine, but I’ve witnessed its magic firsthand. Reminds me of home. | ||
The Fifth of | The Fifth of Nightal, a pitstop to relinquish the Dawnbringers...and gain a fractured friend. Sir Asar Partui. Slaver. Manipulator. And perhaps in another life, OathWielder. Asar Partui trafficked in the buying and selling of exotic life. Indifferent to his merchandise, he did not know he carried a priceless piece of life. A mother. An archer...Another Roha? No, rather, her mother. One that she thought was dead. And yet they reunite. Disgusted by the taste of slavery, Orris decides to break that which is chained. First: Jugbug. Then Cuara from the claws of Asar Partui. And like the Rattzias, a hefty price is paid, a heist done by...Drake...to steal the sums of almost two hundred thousand gold belonging to Asar Partui. When all is faced and Partui comes from his gold, he almost brings the OathWielders to the brink of death. One of the most memorable things from the Fifth of Nightal...one of the duels, the Troverthian Kel and the Woldlin Asar Partui done on a rather not so stable plank, both ready to plunge for their lives into the deep ocean, and Kel with the wings of Qra arriving victorious. God I hate that man. | ||
Come Morning, Asar comes for the OathWielders, but instead of extracting his vengeance, he hires us to go after the man, go after our Drake, go after his gold. I’ve never saw a man fall so deep when he realized everything in front of him was going to crumble, even his position in the OathWielders. Recounting the story of Abadon, Drake was now half a man, he was half a snobbite, he was a full blooded Prakseesin. And that was on the seventh of | Come Morning, Asar comes for the OathWielders, but instead of extracting his vengeance, he hires us to go after the man, go after our Drake, go after his gold. I’ve never saw a man fall so deep when he realized everything in front of him was going to crumble, even his position in the OathWielders. Recounting the story of Abadon, Drake was now half a man, he was half a snobbite, he was a full blooded Prakseesin. And that was on the seventh of Nightal. | ||
Oh, Abadon, the event where Children died during the romance between captain and ship. Caused so much hatred on the Prakseesin, that if he were to ever step foot on Snobbite soil again, he was to be murdered. And this man was going to look murder in the face in pursuit of his wife. | Oh, Abadon, the event where Children died during the romance between captain and ship. Caused so much hatred on the Prakseesin, that if he were to ever step foot on Snobbite soil again, he was to be murdered. And this man was going to look murder in the face in pursuit of his wife. | ||
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The journey to reverse our reputation would take time but we had to start somewhere. Why not as a panel in a tavern taking questions? Some light questions came, such as “Why does Niebelung always wear a dress?”, and some heavy ones, such as “What happened to the Elves at the barricade?”, “Which one of you is the leader?”. We took each and every question head on and answered each honestly regardless of how we felt. To change your reputation you must address that which hurts the most. From the death of elves, the death of children, and the death of a man who can’t die. His name was Blit. As fate would have it, he died the day I met these people. Coincidence? Fate? Who knows? But I knew this Blit was something special to them, for he brought back news of old adventurers. She lives, he said of the giant. She’s gone, he said of the wife. Eve, Drake, Orris, never happier to see a dead man. I did not think it would be possible, if it weren’t for dark magics. His return seemed to be the brightest thing of the panel. That and an offer of patronage to buy the most renowned ship to sail across the AmuPter Front: the Elven Wingship. We found out our own ship had been stolen, and we gathered a large mass of followers that the old Kulu would never hold. So like the OAthWiedlers wer are e thought bigger would be better. But we didn’t have the money for bigger. So we met with three. There was Olorona, Elhorn, and Nimz. Three noble, filthy rich elves residing in this kingdom Jewelspar. Elhorn of the Deepthinkers, archivist of past wars. Olorona, the bastard of Olidammara, focus of the here and now. Nimz, founder of the Brilliance, he is the crafter of magics to come. Each wielding an Oath of past present and future. Elves. Nobles. OathWielders. We took it upon ourselves to join the Eccentric Olorona. Such a petty request from him to prank another patron: which we chose to have a man bite his own books. Ha. Ha. It brings a tear to my eye to see such knowledge be bitten on the spine. But justice was served for we served eight days in prison. Well….not I….I was too busy working at the time. Niebelung the tour guide. | The journey to reverse our reputation would take time but we had to start somewhere. Why not as a panel in a tavern taking questions? Some light questions came, such as “Why does Niebelung always wear a dress?”, and some heavy ones, such as “What happened to the Elves at the barricade?”, “Which one of you is the leader?”. We took each and every question head on and answered each honestly regardless of how we felt. To change your reputation you must address that which hurts the most. From the death of elves, the death of children, and the death of a man who can’t die. His name was Blit. As fate would have it, he died the day I met these people. Coincidence? Fate? Who knows? But I knew this Blit was something special to them, for he brought back news of old adventurers. She lives, he said of the giant. She’s gone, he said of the wife. Eve, Drake, Orris, never happier to see a dead man. I did not think it would be possible, if it weren’t for dark magics. His return seemed to be the brightest thing of the panel. That and an offer of patronage to buy the most renowned ship to sail across the AmuPter Front: the Elven Wingship. We found out our own ship had been stolen, and we gathered a large mass of followers that the old Kulu would never hold. So like the OAthWiedlers wer are e thought bigger would be better. But we didn’t have the money for bigger. So we met with three. There was Olorona, Elhorn, and Nimz. Three noble, filthy rich elves residing in this kingdom Jewelspar. Elhorn of the Deepthinkers, archivist of past wars. Olorona, the bastard of Olidammara, focus of the here and now. Nimz, founder of the Brilliance, he is the crafter of magics to come. Each wielding an Oath of past present and future. Elves. Nobles. OathWielders. We took it upon ourselves to join the Eccentric Olorona. Such a petty request from him to prank another patron: which we chose to have a man bite his own books. Ha. Ha. It brings a tear to my eye to see such knowledge be bitten on the spine. But justice was served for we served eight days in prison. Well….not I….I was too busy working at the time. Niebelung the tour guide. | ||
Eight days later, the twenty first of | Eight days later, the twenty first of Nightal, we take to the patronage of Nimz. His only demand is that we don’t touch a single hair on any elves head. Against Olorona’s demands, we subjegated ourselves to two lords. With Nimz’ discounts and Olorona’s funding, we acquired the Elven Wingship finally...setting sail not for Nawfar. Our destination: Galik. To Home. I found it almost unbelievable, Home. | ||
As we set sail for my home of Galik, we must cross one of the most fearsome fronts the Realm War has ever seen. Where aquatic life, draconic heritage, and sea culture clash in one great battle. Where man sinks with his ship and dragon fights to the last tooth. The whole time falling the same fate to the sharks. Many a days we fought on this front. Some easy, some in which the wind was not so kind. Some days, negotiating with elves, and some days having Wyverns drop packs of dead kobolds on your deck. But it was the OathWielders first introduction to anything Dragon. The Wyverns fierce, the dragonborn ferocious, and the lizardfolk intense. But I knew with each OathWielder covering my back, we could take down any foe, so much so that we suffered no casualties. Now THAT was story worth sharing with the realm. I almost thought of us as the Undefeatable OathWielders. | As we set sail for my home of Galik, we must cross one of the most fearsome fronts the Realm War has ever seen. Where aquatic life, draconic heritage, and sea culture clash in one great battle. Where man sinks with his ship and dragon fights to the last tooth. The whole time falling the same fate to the sharks. Many a days we fought on this front. Some easy, some in which the wind was not so kind. Some days, negotiating with elves, and some days having Wyverns drop packs of dead kobolds on your deck. But it was the OathWielders first introduction to anything Dragon. The Wyverns fierce, the dragonborn ferocious, and the lizardfolk intense. But I knew with each OathWielder covering my back, we could take down any foe, so much so that we suffered no casualties. Now THAT was story worth sharing with the realm. I almost thought of us as the Undefeatable OathWielders. | ||
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=== Session 40: [[The Griffon's Last Stand]] === | === Session 40: [[The Griffon's Last Stand]] === | ||
