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bluegargantua) wrote2009-04-08 11:02 am
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Adjo's Journal (30 of N)
Hi,
I’m extremely pleased with recent developments. I’ve made more progress in the past week than I’ve made during my entire stint in the army. Progress on the projects I started before I accepted the Commonwealth contract anyway.
I even made some progress on decoding the book by that Imperial representative we were supposed to meet. It’s still slow going and the effort is quite draining, but I’ve managed to produce some actual text. I suspect that it’ll be a bit of a working vacation for me on the beach since some uninterrupted time will be needed to make serious progress on the translation. However, I shall be sure to leave plenty of down time for relaxation.
So after putting down the cultists and evacuating the survivors out of the hold, we flew on to Bastion where we met with Lord Bastion himself. Over lunch (where we were not, surprisingly, ambushed or attacked), he gave us his thanks, informed us that Taras was back among the living and visiting relatives and filled us in on this Cult of the Red Bell. Apparently they started up in the town of Anvil far to the south of here. How a small bunch of them got this far north through the wilderness is a bit of a puzzle. There was some discussion about checking into them…after the beach vacation.
Lord Bastion also expressed sadness about the heavy losses Bastion had suffered when the Shieldwall collapsed (we were all suddenly interested in other things at that moment, but it occurs to me that Lord Bastion probably knows our semi-involvement in that unfortunate incident). In particular, he was disappointed that now he didn’t have enough men to lead a join operation to wipe out this fortress on the edge of Bastion lands that had been taken over by Gnolls who were now running a slaving operation. The fortress was set out on a causeway that jutted into a vast lake (the lake itself infested with petty lake pirates). The prime defensive location made the slavers difficult to dislodge and Bastion was hoping to lead a combined force to root them out.
Apparently, these slavers were lead by a triumvirate: a powerful gnoll fighter named Runefang, an ex-knight named Sir Durendel, and a spell caster named Angelspell who appeared to possess and unusual set of ritual spells, including one that compelled admiration from the troops. As Lord Bastion further described the Angelspell’s powers, I realized that her rituals were almost certainly from the Ahura School. While she could’ve been a former student, Lord Bastion mentioned that she bore a staff that used to belong to one of the school masters before it was lost in the attack by the Secret Six. So there was a good chance she was one of the Secret Six or had information about them. At the very least, she was in possession of stolen property.
I have ever been appalled by the practice of slavery and it seemed clear that our duty as ethical beings was to go to this fortress, take out the leaders and scatter the rest. Fortunately, Lord Bastion had two additional pieces of intelligence. First, his research had recently pieced together evidence of a hidden dwarven mechanism to collapse the fortress. Second, the triumvirate was meeting with an ambassador from Kellix. Kellix is both the country on the far side of the lake where the slavers were selling their slaves to and that about all anyone knows about it save that it was probably founded by one of the rebellious princes of the Empire many centuries ago.
What this all means is that the bigwigs will all be gathered in the central keep where a daring, highly-trained, special missions force could sneak in and wipe them out (and capture the ambassador for questioning). Now that, mercifully, I’m not confined to a single role in a bureaucratic chain of command, I was able to produce a detailed plan of attack that would allow us to sneak in, take out the leaders, capture the ambassador for intelligence gathering purposes, destroy the fortress and escape.
And that’s pretty much what happened too. We scaled the outer walls and took out a few sentries. Then we rode a zip-line down to the inner keep where we infiltrated into the main hall. Kestrel wasn’t quite as stealthy as I’ve ever seen her, but to be fair we’d done incredibly well by our standards. This did, unfortunately give the wizard time to put up a wall of fire which singed the rest of us trooping through it.
The ambassador was a piece of work who took a big piece out of me. Some sort of vampiric magic (complete with fangs). Oh and she had a mechanical dog that chewed on me a bit. They had us bottled up for a bit, but we slowly managed to break free. I feel like Lord Bastion seriously overestimated the opposition. The wizard was quite dangerous of course, but Kestrel riddled Runefang with bullets and Sir Durendel ran around a lot and didn’t do much. He even tried to stab me while I was prone on the floor and missed terribly (I’m beginning to think I’m safer prone than standing). Happily, I did get to use my new fire boots on him when I teleported away to the consecrated healing zone Alanna had going.
Angelspell made a run for it, but Thrace and Kestrel stopped her cold. I polished off Sir Durendel and Runefang…was long dead by then. The fight was pretty much over. While Hendel and Kestrel uncovered and rigged the self-destruct mechanism, I recovered Ahura School property. We made our way out of the keep, through the gap in the rear wall Brawl created while performing his distraction duties, and swam out to meet him to make our escape.
Now Lord Bastion has a prisoner to question and my vacation is going to involve a lot more reading as I review Angelspell’s stolen goods. It appears on first glance as though the rituals may have been copied, but hopefully her journal will provide some clues as to where she got them.
later
Tom
I’m extremely pleased with recent developments. I’ve made more progress in the past week than I’ve made during my entire stint in the army. Progress on the projects I started before I accepted the Commonwealth contract anyway.
I even made some progress on decoding the book by that Imperial representative we were supposed to meet. It’s still slow going and the effort is quite draining, but I’ve managed to produce some actual text. I suspect that it’ll be a bit of a working vacation for me on the beach since some uninterrupted time will be needed to make serious progress on the translation. However, I shall be sure to leave plenty of down time for relaxation.
So after putting down the cultists and evacuating the survivors out of the hold, we flew on to Bastion where we met with Lord Bastion himself. Over lunch (where we were not, surprisingly, ambushed or attacked), he gave us his thanks, informed us that Taras was back among the living and visiting relatives and filled us in on this Cult of the Red Bell. Apparently they started up in the town of Anvil far to the south of here. How a small bunch of them got this far north through the wilderness is a bit of a puzzle. There was some discussion about checking into them…after the beach vacation.
Lord Bastion also expressed sadness about the heavy losses Bastion had suffered when the Shieldwall collapsed (we were all suddenly interested in other things at that moment, but it occurs to me that Lord Bastion probably knows our semi-involvement in that unfortunate incident). In particular, he was disappointed that now he didn’t have enough men to lead a join operation to wipe out this fortress on the edge of Bastion lands that had been taken over by Gnolls who were now running a slaving operation. The fortress was set out on a causeway that jutted into a vast lake (the lake itself infested with petty lake pirates). The prime defensive location made the slavers difficult to dislodge and Bastion was hoping to lead a combined force to root them out.
Apparently, these slavers were lead by a triumvirate: a powerful gnoll fighter named Runefang, an ex-knight named Sir Durendel, and a spell caster named Angelspell who appeared to possess and unusual set of ritual spells, including one that compelled admiration from the troops. As Lord Bastion further described the Angelspell’s powers, I realized that her rituals were almost certainly from the Ahura School. While she could’ve been a former student, Lord Bastion mentioned that she bore a staff that used to belong to one of the school masters before it was lost in the attack by the Secret Six. So there was a good chance she was one of the Secret Six or had information about them. At the very least, she was in possession of stolen property.
I have ever been appalled by the practice of slavery and it seemed clear that our duty as ethical beings was to go to this fortress, take out the leaders and scatter the rest. Fortunately, Lord Bastion had two additional pieces of intelligence. First, his research had recently pieced together evidence of a hidden dwarven mechanism to collapse the fortress. Second, the triumvirate was meeting with an ambassador from Kellix. Kellix is both the country on the far side of the lake where the slavers were selling their slaves to and that about all anyone knows about it save that it was probably founded by one of the rebellious princes of the Empire many centuries ago.
What this all means is that the bigwigs will all be gathered in the central keep where a daring, highly-trained, special missions force could sneak in and wipe them out (and capture the ambassador for questioning). Now that, mercifully, I’m not confined to a single role in a bureaucratic chain of command, I was able to produce a detailed plan of attack that would allow us to sneak in, take out the leaders, capture the ambassador for intelligence gathering purposes, destroy the fortress and escape.
And that’s pretty much what happened too. We scaled the outer walls and took out a few sentries. Then we rode a zip-line down to the inner keep where we infiltrated into the main hall. Kestrel wasn’t quite as stealthy as I’ve ever seen her, but to be fair we’d done incredibly well by our standards. This did, unfortunately give the wizard time to put up a wall of fire which singed the rest of us trooping through it.
The ambassador was a piece of work who took a big piece out of me. Some sort of vampiric magic (complete with fangs). Oh and she had a mechanical dog that chewed on me a bit. They had us bottled up for a bit, but we slowly managed to break free. I feel like Lord Bastion seriously overestimated the opposition. The wizard was quite dangerous of course, but Kestrel riddled Runefang with bullets and Sir Durendel ran around a lot and didn’t do much. He even tried to stab me while I was prone on the floor and missed terribly (I’m beginning to think I’m safer prone than standing). Happily, I did get to use my new fire boots on him when I teleported away to the consecrated healing zone Alanna had going.
Angelspell made a run for it, but Thrace and Kestrel stopped her cold. I polished off Sir Durendel and Runefang…was long dead by then. The fight was pretty much over. While Hendel and Kestrel uncovered and rigged the self-destruct mechanism, I recovered Ahura School property. We made our way out of the keep, through the gap in the rear wall Brawl created while performing his distraction duties, and swam out to meet him to make our escape.
Now Lord Bastion has a prisoner to question and my vacation is going to involve a lot more reading as I review Angelspell’s stolen goods. It appears on first glance as though the rituals may have been copied, but hopefully her journal will provide some clues as to where she got them.
later
Tom
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Good to see thrace was useful. :)
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Also, the cleric finally figured out the order she's supposed to do her dailies in, and that helped a lot. 30 games in, she's finally hitting her stride.
(Everyone else figured out what order the cleric should do her dailies in months ago.)