Session 26


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End DMZ
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HEROIC FINAL SESSION START

When last we met, Shae had just greeted a party of Dwarven engineers and a Daltrithaar officer – Delshan – who was sent to assist with the undead problem north of Ashby.
I do not remember what Raegar was doing that he couldn’t be found.
Oh, right, resolving his meeting from the prior night and ignoring FG.
SHAE, YOU FIND RAEGAR
Raegar: yes…
Raegar looks at the dwarf.
Shae Vanderin: “Raegar, some officials from the military are here, they want to speak to you.”
Raegar: “Hello.”
Raegar: “I am Raegar.”
Two of the dwarven engineers don’t come along, instead making final checks on their cargo.
Raegar: “the General send you?”
Campaign saved.
One of them, and the officer – a human looking chap – do however come to meet Raegar.
Delshan: “Aye, she did. Said something about an undead problem, and needing someone who was at the Hold.”
Dwarf: “And she sent us incase your fancy plan didn’t work.”
Raegar: “Yes… I need your brain…”
Shae Vanderin: “Well someone does… and its your memories, not your actual brain matter.”
Delshan: “I’m so glad you clarified that.”
Shae Vanderin: “We ran into a large throng of undead that still beleive the lich is alive and are therefore continuing to carry out their orders guarding a tomb.”
Delshan: “I.. see.”
Raegar: “And they want to see whats inside a veterans brain.”
Raegar: “To acertaine that the lich is dead…”
Raegar: “…Uhh… Again.”
Shae Vanderin: “On top of it all they seem intelligent and in order to disband them without loss they… want to probe the memories of one who witnessed the lich fall, or something similar.”
Delshan: “Destroyed is the traditional term, I believe, for de-animated undead.”
Delshan: “Very well.. I’ll assume you’ve thought this through, because if I think about it very much I’m afraid I’ll decide this is a very silly idea.”
Delshan: “Where are we going, and when?”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “I want you to set up the company outside the tomb.”
Raegar: "Pointing the canons at the entrance
Delshan: “Cannons?”
Raegar: “If it goes bad, we are gonna blow it up”
Dwarf: “Company? We’ve got three dwarves and some explosives.”
Shae Vanderin: “Did you mean our company Raegar?”
Shae Vanderin: “And yes no cannons.”
Raegar: “I meant .. whatever makes… the most sense..”
Dwarf: “Right. Your company, since we don’t have one.”
Shae Vanderin: “Im going to go gather my gear for travel, Ill be ready to leave within half an hour.”
Delshan: “We haven’t unpacked, so we’ll be ready to leave.. uh… whenever you’re ready, I guess?”
Shae Vanderin: Refilling my supplies, I refreshed everything on my inv list.
Shae Vanderin: Which was basically just the oil that I had used and the food/water for the journey.
Raegar: I order the building of a warehouse.
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: “Ok, lets get this over with so we can move on to other matters.”
YOU RESUPPLY.
YOU PREPARE TO DEPART>
YOU DEPART.
YOU GATHER HOXTON ON THE WAY.
Alex (Hoxton): Indeed.
Who all are you bringing?
Shae Vanderin: “Its ah… good to have you with us Hoxton.”
Shae Vanderin: Las if she is willing.
Okay.
Anyone else?
Shae Vanderin: Leaving Selene and Ilph.
No? K.
Your day long journey to the crypt is uneventful.
Shae Vanderin: 4 of us plus the dwarves and Delshan.
You arrive in the evening.
Figures stand atop the mound marking the entrance.
Shae Vanderin: Light a lantern.
Shae Vanderin: Who are the figures?
You get about 150 feet away.
An arrow thuds into the ground infront of whoever’s in the front of the group.
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: Grab the arrow and get cover.
A whisper that somehow carries over the distance hisses in your ears, “Who approaches?”
There is no cover, its an open plain.
Shae Vanderin: Look at the arrow, is it old and mishiran, like something undead might have?
Hoxton: “Hoxton, bearer of Horus’ light and his disciples. Do you walk in Horus’ light, stranger?”
It is a perfectly maintained black-fletched arrow.
There are no distinguishing marks.
Shae Vanderin: "Hmm.. Be careful Hoxton.
Shae Vanderin: "
Hoxton: “There is no need for care, girl. Horus protects.”
A whisper carries from the mound, “We were told to expect a group with an arrogant paladin. You may approach.”
Raegar: “Yes, praised be to Horus.”
Raegar: “…I didnt mean that.”
Raegar: “Or I did.”
Raegar: “I gnore me, I’m not well. I saw an angel yesterday.”
Hoxton: “Is there an arrogant one among us? One of the dwarves perhaps?”
Hoxton approaches.
Shae Vanderin follows behind and to the right of Hoxton.
You approach; your light shines on the armored, gaunt figures of three undead standing atop the mound.
They pay you no further mind, resuming their watch.
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: Head for the entrance unless stopped.
Dwarf: “That could be a problem. I hope your plan doesn’t fail, because there aren’t enough of us to fight off undead AND set up charges.”
You are not stopped.
Raegar: “Never mind that..”
Raegar: “I guess..”
You enter the crypt. The dwarves and their demo-cart stay outside.
Shae Vanderin: Make our way towards the huge room we were at before with the undead general.
You do so.
More undead stand watch in the entry chamber, but do not move to block you.
You reach the chamber with the general, and the entire room now seems illuminated by ever burning torches.
The general is seated upon the central sarcophagus, looking for all intents and purposes as if he has not moved since you last arrived.
Shae Vanderin: Enter and descend the pyramid towards him.
Raegar: yes…
Shae Vanderin: Wait for him to acknowledge us – if he does.
You sense he’s watching you, and he rises to greet you as you reach the lowest level.
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “Hello.”
Raegar: “We’ve come to prove what I said earlier this week.”
Raegar: “What with the Lich being dead and all that rot.”
Shae Vanderin: “We have brought a representative who was present at the time the Lich was destroyed.”
The undead looks from one member of your party to the next until his eyes fall on Delshan.
Their glow intensifies as he stares at him, until Delshan sags somewhat, nearly falling before catching himself, and the corpse looks away.
Shae Vanderin: “We wish no harm or conflict.”
Shae Vanderin helps steady Delshan
Campaign saved.
Undead General: “You have made your point. You have also made it clear that we have no future save destruction if we leave this place.”
Raegar: “Might I suggest an alternative.”
Raegar: “What if you came out and helped out the living.”
Undead General: “Your comrade said the new rulers of Mishria had declared undead to be illegal. This implies our destruction.”
Raegar: “rules are made to be bent.”
Shae Vanderin eyes Raegar warily.
Raegar: “What if I tried convincing someone important of your good intentions.”
Raegar: “Would you fight other undead?”
Delshan: “What exactly are you planning, el—-I see..”
Raegar: “I know they’ve got a particular problem in a place called Tombshade.”
Campaign saved.
Undead General:
[2d100 = 68]
Undead General: “I do not know this place.”
Raegar: “I’m rather certain that if you helped out the … Authorities… They might let you stay in nicer crypts.. Or maybe walk along in your own part of town.”
Raegar: “I’m not empowered to promise these things but … Well… It’s an idea.”
Raegar: "And I’d be willing to try "
Undead General: “If such a thing were offered, we might consider.”
Raegar: “Then I will see what I can do”
Undead General: “I have one condition for our continued cooperation.”
Raegar: “Yes?”
Undead General: “We have offered you no threat. Remove the dwarves and their vile devilry from our crypt.”
Raegar: “…Kay.”
Raegar: “Sooo… Delshan..”
Raegar: “Shall we leave?”
Shae Vanderin: “May I ask you if you know if others like yourselves are scattered about Mishira? I mean in large numbers like yourselves.”
Campaign saved.
Delshan: “My lady will be either terribly amused by this.. or she will turn you into a fish and watch you suffocate on her desk.”
Delshan: “Even I am not sure which.”
Undead General: “You may not.”
Raegar: “Ehh… I always thought I’d end up in similar circumstances anyways..”
Raegar: “We may not what?”
Shae asked a question.
Shae Vanderin nods, “Good day then.”
Shae Vanderin: eve*
Raegar: “Well, General.”
Raegar: “I’m glad I didnt have to resort to something that would’ve likely ended in my death.”
Raegar: “You know if it didnt work out
Raegar: I was planning on blowing this place up?”
Raegar: “Ahh how silly we can be sometimes…”
Shae Vanderin: “There is cause for concern, we will talk more once we exit.”
Raegar: “I’m glad this ended well.”
Raegar holds out his hand to the general for a shake.
Raegar: “I am Raegar.”
Shae Vanderin: Exit the tomb.
Campaign saved.
Sorry, the DM wanted to get food.
The general holds out one bony, gauntletted hand and clasps yours, “Hasso. And I suspected. It would cause us some concern, but we are patient and could free ourselves if we pleased.”
Raegar: “I know.. Mortals are silly creatures.”
Raegar: “We will be back.”
He nods, and resumes his seat.
Raegar: “Well… Off to Garmol.”
You rejoin Shae outside the tomb
Campaign saved.
A dessicated corpse in thread-bare, worn-through robes and a cowled hood now stands in the entrance, watching the door and the dwarves beyond.
Raegar: “So.”
Shae Vanderin: As we are headed back quietly say to Raegar and Hoxton, “I fear that the dragon who released that Mishiran warmaster is going to be looking for undead exactly like those in the tomb. If she finds them and brings them under her control there is going to be a major problem.”
Raegar: “How do you figure?”
Raegar: “It hasn’t shown any means of controlling the undead.”
Shae Vanderin: “By what the dragon told us.”
Raegar: “Oh, you mean the countess or something.”
Shae Vanderin: “I said that wrong. Not the dragon, the undead it released, I forget her name.”
Raegar: “Maybe, maybe not.”
Shae Vanderin: “Yes.”
Raegar: “Who knows.”
Lasariel: “I believe what my magically disinclined friend means is that the countess – a necromancer – may attempt to take control of these undead.”
Hoxton: “Then Horus will wrest them away from her.”
Shae Vanderin: “Well unless that dragon was lieing, remember it told us that it was going to be nothing but destruction.”
Raegar: “So, what do you suggest then.”
Shae Vanderin: “Look Im just saying that you have a vested monetary interest here in this region. If those undead go marching, I doubt Lasariel’s wards are going to be strong enough to keep them all at bay.”
Lasariel: “Not a chance! She’s right.”
Raegar: “So let me get this straight.”
Hoxton: “We shall bolster them with Horus’ will.”
Raegar: “You want to do what then?”
Shae Vanderin: “I suggest we find a way to stop the countest.”
Raegar: “My plan, has them going to battle against another enemy of Daltigoth.”
Shae Vanderin: “Countess, sorry Ive been drinking poor wine of late.”
Raegar: “Maybe being destroyed in the process.”
Raegar: “and as an added bonus. They’ll do it far from here.”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “Now, I’ve been told, the countess would be busy in the bonemurk.”
Raegar: “If in the meantime, Tombshade is retaken.”
Lasariel: “I’ve always wanted an undead army.. do you think they’re open to new employers?”
Raegar: “They Are!”
Raegar: “I checked!”
Lasariel: “But..then again.. they’re Mishrian.. I mean, they’ve been dead a few hundred years, but still, do you think they’d take orders from someone with breasts?”
Shae Vanderin: “So the countess is headed for the bonemurk?”
Delshan: “It makes sense. Nobody knows how many died there over the years.”
Delshan: “If I wanted to raise undead, it’d be the first place I went.”
Shae Vanderin: “My concern was that she may instead try to take control of those already animated and equiped with weaponry here.”
Shae Vanderin holds up the arrow.
Shae Vanderin: “If she is headed for the bonemurk then yes I can see why its not as urgent.”
Lasariel: “These are sentient undead.. not nearly as easy to take control of as you might think.”
Lasariel: “More effort than its worth to sieze control by force.. and if we ‘recruit’ them first, its likely they’ll stay recruited unless they get a legitimately better offer.”
Hoxton: “Horus could guide them – I have guided angels away from lesser deties.”
Campaign saved.
Lasariel: “Which.. given the Countess is a rebel in her own country, seems unlikely.”
Shae Vanderin: “Well that is a relief actually.”
Shae Vanderin: “But unless we offer these undead something better, she may try and recruit them in the name of a ‘New Reborn’ Mishira.”
Shae Vanderin: “Maybe Im getting ahead of myself, but its not everyday a dragon tells you that destruction is on the horizion. I tend to take that pretty seriously, especially if its my lands in the warpath.”
Raegar: “I dont know… We can’t offer much.”
Raegar: "I think “not staying in a tomb for eternity” is an offer some might consider."
Delshan: “Gods know I would.”
Delshan: “Of course, an eternity is a longer time to me, seeing as I’m not immortal.”
Shae Vanderin: “Where is the nearest nation where undead are not explicitly banned?”
Delshan: “You seem to be laboring under a misconception.”
Delshan: “Undead are not illegal; their control by a Mishrian is illegal.”
Raegar: “Yea… I told her already..”
Delshan: “These undead are not under anyone’s control.”
Shae Vanderin: “Why not invite them back to ashby then?”
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: “To exist side by side the commoners, gods know they are used to it.”
Delshan: “Because given current events, a large movement by that many undead troops could cause a bit of a panic.”
Delshan: “Especially if it were not expected.”
Raegar: “And freak out the commoners!”
Shae Vanderin: “Its only a days travel, do you think there would be a panic in that short a time? Especially if we told them they were comming?”
Shae Vanderin: “This could actually turn into a great asset.”
Raegar: “I could use them on my mother..”
Raegar: “…I mean..”
Raegar: “to.. Muster..”
Raegar: “..In town.”
Shae Vanderin: “I could fill the ranks of my mercenary company with undead soldiers. I wonder if that would define me as being ‘in control’ of undead and therefore breaking the law.”
Raegar: “It most definately would.”
Raegar: “Better leave these things in my hands.”
Delshan: “Ah, you’re a Mishrian citizen then?”
Delshan: "Always a pleasure to meet the local rabble. I had no idea.
Delshan: "
Shae Vanderin: “No! thats right I am not!”
Raegar mumbles something about ruining his fun..
Delshan: “Oh.”
Raegar: “Better not risk the confusion. After-all, you are human.”
Shae Vanderin: “You are no fun Raegar.”
Campaign saved.
can I jump to Garmol now?
Shae Vanderin: “I still think bringing them back to Ashby would be a good thing, thats all Im going to say.”
Shae Vanderin: Yes.
IT IS GLORIOUS, WONDERFUL GARMOL, HOME OF MANY MANY REFUGEES.
YOU ENTER THE CITY!
Shae Vanderin: Inn. Bath. Food. Rest. “I require these things before seeing Semara, if you cannot wait then go on ahead before me.”
Refugees are streaming west towards Ashby.
More are pouring in from the south.
Raegar: “Well, I for one welcome the arrival of our new undead overlords Shae.”
You eat, you drink, you bathe, you rest.
You then go to the military quarter.
Raegar: “Well…”
Raegar: enter
Raegar: “Hello door.. Watcher.. Person..”
Raegar: “I’m here with more joyous news.”
the officer-of-the-day looks up at you through blurry eyes, “Oh. Look. You. Go ahead. Don’t want to hear it. If you’re talking to her she can’t see anyone else, which means I can take a nap.”
His head then re-meets his desk.
Raegar: head to the door
It is now labled “Bottomless Pit. Do not enter.” in multiple languages.
Campaign saved.
Raegar laughs
Raegar: “Hello General.”
You open the door and see a bottomless pit.
Shae and Hoxton can be here too, since it is after resting and wining and dining and bathing, for the record!
There is a shimmery kind of effect and the illusion of the pit fades, revealing a now familiar office. “Raegar. Shae. What can I do for you?”
Shae Vanderin: “Hello Commander Semara.”
Shae Vanderin: “More news I’m afraid.”
Raegar: “Know that undead army i told you about?”
Shae Vanderin looks at Raegar.
Raegar: “How would you feel if they worked for us?”
Semara: “I… what?”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “Yep…”
Raegar: “They are sentient… So..”
Raegar: “What if we sent them at Tombshade.”
Raegar: “To fight the vampires..”
Semara: “There’d be no real way to tell them apart from their undead. Sounds like a friendly fire debacle in the making.”
Raegar: “One side of the city perhaps?”
Raegar: “I dont know… Im throwing out ideas.”
Semara: “If they were willing to fight for us, I’m sure we could find something to do with them…”
Raegar: “I think if we let them live topside, and out of that tomb, they’d help out..”
Semara: “If you think its worth pursuing, I’ll give it a shot. If it doesn’t work, at least they’re isolated and be destroyed before they join up with any of the rebel forces.”
and can be*
Raegar: “Exactly”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “So, I’ll house them in Ashby or something…”
Semara: “. . . I’ll make sure that everyone important is aware of that, so nobody decides to take it upon themselves to liberate you from an undead occupation.”
Raegar: “So, any news about the dragon or the countess?”
Semara: “The dragon keeps turning up, but it doesn’t land often. When it does its always near a crypt.”
Semara: “Same thing every time someone sees it.. rips the entrance open, hangs around awhile, and then leaves. None of our witnesses hang around long enough to see what it does, if anything.”
Raegar: “Ugh… This is going to be inconvenient… I can feel it..”
Raegar: “What if…”
Raegar: “We used our friendly undead army to clear out cypts..”
Semara: “Not a bad idea. I can’t spare the men, myself.”
Semara: “As for the countess…”
Semara: “My turn for the bad news, I’m afraid.”
Campaign saved.
Semara: “Spies in Tombshade – don’t be surprised, they didn’t butcher the population that didn’t manage to flee – say that the Countess has entered the city.”
Semara: “I’m expecting a missive any day now telling me something along the lines of she and Eisenberg marrying, or her claiming the Mishrian crown.”
Semara frowns, “Or both, just to ruin my day.”
Raegar: “Can’t we just get a buch of canons…”
Raegar: “And I’m talking.. a lot of canons…”
Semara: “You overestimate our artillery, I’m afraid.”
Raegar: “Darn..”
Semara: “I personally have ten cannon in Garmol, not counting whatever the Dwarves brought with them. Not much, and none of it adequate for a siege.”
Semara: “We have reinforcements coming from Daltigoth, but we don’t possess much of a standing army. Regiments have to be raised and trained before they can be sent.”
Semara: “All we can do is dig in here and in the other cities and wait for more men.”
Raegar: “Is there a way..”
Shae Vanderin: “Id rather not have to go back to Tombshade. That was a nasty ordeal there.”
Raegar: “To sneak into tombshade..”
Raegar: “then we could find the countess..”
Raegar: “And destroy her..”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “I’m thinking a vat of holy water or something..”
Raegar: “…Maybe we could consecrate a cloud near Garmol.”
Hoxton: “…we do not need holy water, Raegar. Horus will protect us in our mission. COME FRIENDS! Our duty is calling! TO BATTLE!”
Semara: “I’m not familiar with the city myself, but we could begin probing for entrances.”
Hoxton stomps out of the room, towards Tombshade.
Shae Vanderin covers her ears at Hoxton’s shouting.
Raegar: “Oh bother..”
Shae Vanderin: “Im afraid you have set him off.”
Semara: “It’ll take time, and we’d probably want to launch some sort of diversionary attack, no matter how minor.”
Semara: “I’ll look into the practicality of such a thing and get back to you – in the meantime, you may want to recover your paladin.”
Raegar: “Yep..”
Raegar: “Hes usually easy enough to find..”
Shae Vanderin: Track down Hoxton.
Raegar: “Thank you for your time General.”
Campaign saved.
You track him down fairly easily.
Dramatic tramping is not fast tramping.
Shae Vanderin: “Do we really have to go back to Tombshade?”
Hoxton: “There is a source of great evil there – it must be vanquished.”
Hoxton: “You heard Raegar, it is for the good of Horus, and the good of all.”
Shae Vanderin: “Its not for the good of my coin purse…”
Shae Vanderin: “Raegar, is there some opprotunity I am missing?”
Shae Vanderin: “As in, some good shiny jingly reason we should be going to Tombshade to try and deal with the countess and an entire estate of powerful vampires?”
Hoxton: “Woman, are you putting financial gain over the glory of Horus?!”
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: “Ah, uh no. I mean.. well you know it takes coin to fund success right? Im just keeping that in mind.”
Raegar: “No no no…”
Raegar: “First… You get the prestige…”
Raegar: “Then you get the power…”
Raegar: “Then you get the wom—… … Shinnies.”
Hoxton: “Shae, all I need for success is my faith in Horus. He provides.”
Raegar: “…Money, in my opinion, comes by the mishrians liking us.”
Shae Vanderin: “Yes but you are a holy man.”
Campaign saved.
The DM really doesn’t have much to do here, so…
Shae Vanderin: “Well, Ill go along on this time. Just saying.”
Raegar: “Well… What if we took our undead into the Bonemurk.”
Raegar: “… Probly should talk to the leader first..”
Raegar: “Maybe thin out the bad corpses in the bonemurk..”
YOU ABOUT-FACE TO GO BACK TO THE CRYPT?!
Raegar: “Make our next job easier..”
Raegar: ..yep
you tramp dramatically back to the crypt.
Campaign saved.
The robed, cowled corpse waits, arms crossed over its chest, one booted foot tapping repetatively on the ground. You get the feeling its been there since you left.
Its glowing sapphire eyes watch you as you approach.
The sentries upon the mound do not fire a warning shot this time.
Undead Mage: “You return. What news?”
Shae Vanderin: “Lets hope they dont hold any allegiance to the countess.”
Raegar: “Lets ask.”
Undead Mage: “Yes, oh shiny, happy people. Ask your questions.”
Raegar: “Wheres the general”
Undead Mage: “Hasso is general. I am his lieutenant. Before I take you to him, I ask this – do you come in peace, or do you bring words of war?”
Raegar: “…both! Ironically.”
Undead Mage: “I believe I understand. Come.”
Raegar: “the Dalrithaar are amenable to letting you stay above.”
He whirls in a rustle of robes and heads down into the crypt.
Raegar: “and you know.. be free.”
Undead Mage: “That is fortunate.”
Undead Mage: “I sense a ‘but’ in your words.”
Raegar: “You’ll need to pitch in.”
Raegar: “Kill things with us.”
Campaign saved.
You are led into the main entrance, where the general now stands, sword finally buckled about his waist.
A number of other well-ornamented undead stand about the room.
General Hasso: “You have news?”
Raegar: “Indeed.”
Raegar: “You can come outside and not be destroyed.”
DOUG FINALLY RESPONDED 15 MINUTES AGO!
Raegar: “You’ll be free to do as you wish”
General Hasso: “Indeed? That seems too good to be true, at face value.”
Raegar: “But, you’ll have to help us in our causes.”
Raegar: “Help us destroy things.”
General Hasso: “Some among us may not wish to fight. You surely understand such a thing after centuries on constant vigil.”
Raegar: “Ehh… I dont care.”
Raegar: “Will you all fight if the town was in danger?”
General Hasso: “Town?”
Raegar: “ah, yes, sorry.”
Raegar: “I would offer you a place in my little town.”
Raegar: “If some of your people dont want to fight, they are welcome to stay there and … I dont know… Do things.”
General Hasso: “Should they accept, they would give battle in defense of their new home. Only a craven coward would not raise a blade in defense of home.”
Campaign saved.
Raegar: “Well, with that said, you can come to town and make.. homes? Would you like homes?”
Raegar: “Im not quite sure what you’ll be needing to be honest..”
General Hasso: “Friend Elf, you must forgive an old corpse his self dillusions. We know what we are, and we need little. Sometimes, however, the illusion is worth clinging to. We will require barracks and facilities to maintain our equipment, little else.”
Shae Vanderin: “I would also be honored to learn some of your battle tactics if you would be willing to teach them General. I am a student aspiring to command.”
General Hasso: “A woman who would lead soldiers on the field? Verily, the world has changed indeed! I will teach what I may.”
Shae Vanderin: “Good, an agreement where everyone benefits. This is how all negotiations should be.”
There is, for the record, nothing contemptuous in his tone – more sincere wonder.
as much as a corpse can express such a thing.
Shae Vanderin: My tone was that of respect.
Campaign saved.
Hoxton: “The world has not changed that much, Hasso. She seeks to foolishly rise above her merits.”
General Hasso: “I see that religion, however, has not changed at all on the surface of things. Surely that is not true, so you and I perhaps must speak as well.”
Hoxton: “Indeed – I would entreat to discuss with you the gifts that Horus may impart on you and yours.”
Shae Vanderin: “Whatever is needed for you to make preparations to leave feel free to do so at your leisure. I think we need to inform the people of Raegar’s town that we will be having visitors.”
Shae Vanderin: “More than visitors, newcommers.”
General Hasso: “We will begin preparations to march south at once. Friend Raegar, if you could provide direction towards this settlement of yours?”
General Hasso: “Or shall I assume it is not easy to miss.”
Raegar: …Raegar gives him directions.
YOU DO INDEED.
They set about their preparations.
The mage has since departed back to the surface.
Campaign saved.
You are now back to being ignored.
General Hasso: “Ah, one thing more before I let you depart to take care of your business.”
General Hasso: “This tomb guards a portal – it would be unwise to leave it unwatched.”
General Hasso: “By your leave, I will retain a company here at all times for such duty.”
Raegar: “Whats behind it?”
Raegar: “Couldnt we just break the portal and be done with it?”
General Hasso: “It is a gate to a plane most foul- a festering wasteland of swamps and jungles, overrun with the most vile savages ever to walk on two legs.”
General Hasso: “And nay – even the Lich could not do so, though he tried.”
General Hasso: “Instead he settled on maintaining this vigil over it. Still, we have seen fewer than ten incursions in all this time.”
Raegar: “What do they look like6”
General Hasso: “They resemble the gnomes of our world, but the resemblance ends at stature.”
Raegar: “OH, those things..”
Raegar: “Those things are annoying.”
Shae Vanderin: “I dont see why not. Keeping them at bay sounds prudent.”
Campaign saved.
General Hasso: “Very good. I’ll return to my preparations and meet you at Ashby.”
Raegar: to ashby!
You leave the crypt.
On the surface, the mage is ripping great trenches in the earth, uncovering the burial sites of horses.
Wagons rise up from pits of bones uncovered around the mound.
Raegar: …lol
Raegar: fun
Indeed, but you are paid little mind as you exit.
Shae Vanderin: Heading back to Ashby, inform everyone that many undead soldiers of the old Empire will be taking up their residence in Ashby not as slaves but as guests and neighbors."
Shae Vanderin: – the “
indeed.
Shae Vanderin: Gauge their reaction.
Those who came from Garmol or the forests are unphased.
”color:#660066;“>Campaign saved.
However, you have an increasing number of refugees from Tombshade in and around Ashby.
And they are less than pleased at the idea.
William has apparently already increased the numbers of guards active to account for the massive population boom.
Raegar: impress upon them
Raegar: that the ones coming have names, ideas, they are not after their blood.
Raegar: indeed, they intend to defend the town
Between the two of you, the inevitable Word of Horus According to Hoxton, and the calm response of the locals… the newcomers begin to settle.
Raegar: tell them..
Raegar: any additional concerns they may have..
Raegar: I will welcome them myself at my tent
Raegar: and will be more than happy to discuss it further
You do so.
Raegar: should anyone feel the need to
Two days later, the problems seem to have settled, and a column marches south into Ashby.
The undead arrive at Ashby, and march through town in their companies, almost as if parading before Raegar’s hut.
”color:#660066;“>Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: Welcome Hasso and the other undead. Give them a tour of the town. Offer them the same amenities offered to the other refugees.
Those of you counting… and I expect thats most of you…
estimate somewhere in the region of two thousand undead.
Shae Vanderin: All skeletal?
Shae Vanderin: Or are there some ethereals?
”Skeletal" isn’t really the right term for any of them, because they still have some degree of flesh on their bones.
Think Skyrim draugr.
If there are any that aren’t corporeal, they aren’t showing themselves.
With that said, and the arrival of a legion of Undead in Ashby… the first chapter has drawn to a close.
There is probably a month of down-time coming in-game.
Shae Vanderin: That was pretty damn awesome Morgan.
Shae Vanderin: I hope we continue some day.
So let me know what you plan on doing in that down time.
I intend to, I’m not letting Dave steal things permanently.
-.-
The only way I’d retire is if Alex were going to DM – then I’d quit, and he’d end up DMing until he burned out, and we’d stop playing again.
Shae Vanderin: Honestly, having a willing teacher who is obviously old and experienced, Shae would take advantage of that and try and gain some greater experience.
Campaign saved.
Shae Vanderin: Help out Ashby as wel where she could.
Raegar: weeeeeeeeeeeeee
Shae Vanderin: And thats abotu it for the month.
quite.
Raegar, Hoxton, feel free to figure it out.
When next we resume, Ashby will have.. grown.
Raegar: good…
Raegar: soon…
Raegar: I will tell you guys..
Raegar: about Raegars mother..
Raegar: and why she needs to die…
I don’t want to hear it.
Raegar: and..
oh, them.
Raegar: WE SHALL MOUNT AN EXPEDITION
…so Raegar intends to let me kill you all in chapter 2, okay
Nick (Shae Vanderin): so plan for tuesday or thursday next week?
Kiergath: If its tuesday, you’ll only have me and nick.
Kiergath: which I would.. prefer.. not.. to be the case.
Kiergath: at least for a first session.
Nick (Shae Vanderin): thursday it is!
Nick (Shae Vanderin): try and get with doug at some point to get his char rolled up
Nick (Shae Vanderin): I want to make a few more tweaks myself also
Campaign saved.
Raegar: well..
Raegar: i would like two sessions next week
Raegar: i think about it
Raegar: not tuesday and thursday
Raegar: thursday and … i dont know
Raegar: sunday this week?
-.-
you know I don’t give a damn, its them you’ve got to convince.
Nick (Shae Vanderin): Easter.
even better!
Raegar: exactly
Nick (Shae Vanderin): stuck working.
Raegar: most of us will have monday off
Raegar: ahhh okay
Raegar: well
you may have to accept only one session first week.
Raegar: yea yea..
Raegar: ill likely be bugging you all through the week then
GM: feel free.
GM: I’ll keep bugging you to actually post some of this fluff you keep telling me about
GM: :P
Nick (Shae Vanderin): night guys.
GM: Night bro
‘Nick’ disconnected
GM: speaking of fluff.. I have fluff to write.
GM: sigh
GM: the stuff for this game can wait, though
GM: let me know when y’all are done here so I can kill the server
Campaign saved.
‘Pitr De Vries’ disconnected
Hoxton: go head hoss
‘Alex’ disconnected

Session 24 and 25
Session 27
Gaming Sessions

Session 26

To Seek the Stars Kiergath