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Stantons tale
Dungeon masterthat night, Shadow and Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark end up bunking together as thul is looking after Johnny. about midnight, over the sound of thuls snoring, and johnnys rasping, you hear Stantons dorr lock click, his door open, and someone fail at trying to walk quietly up the stairs. (Stanton has not been seen or head from since he saw the black hand.) Ihsahn Wongraven of RavendarkIhsahn attempts to sneak out into the corridor and attract the elf’s attention if he can see him “Stanton, we would have words with the” he calls under his breath.

Dungeon master up the stairs to the deck, and find Stanton alone, leaning on the railing. He is both literally, and figurativley, staring off into space. It takes a second to get his attention.
“huh, oh, hey, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.’ He goes back into a thoughtfull silence, still with the haunted look on his face from earlier.
“You see that star there? That one over there? That’s Toriel my home planet. I was born in the city of waterdeep, you ever hear of it? Great city. Massive,intriguing, wonderfull , the most amazing place anywhere, I thought.’ He chuckles softly ‘ but, the places I’ve seen since leaving…..Where you from again?
he continues on, barely listening….
Let me ask you, you remember any stories from your childhood where you’re from? Monster stories? Not the ones like when the bugbears attacked the city walls, or when the dragon flew over. No, the ones that kept you up at night when you were young, the stories you told your friends when they were over to scare each other. That kind. You remember any of those?

When I was little, my fathers older brother used to tell me about this place, under waterdeep, called the underdark. It was meant to go all around under the city, and further. Some reckon you could get to one side of Toriel to the other through the tunnels.

Adventurers would go down all the time, seeking treasure, adventure, some came back, some didn’t. The ones that made it back would tell tales of what they came across, bad things, dark things…..evil things.

They were one with the darkness, quiet, and deadly, bursting from the shadows without warning, and dragging off compatriots, screaming, never to be seen again. The shadow on their souls was so dark, that it ….changed them. Their skin was dark, darker than any elf ever was, or ever would be. Soulless eyes, teeth and claws like razors. They were horrific, demons in the night.

The people of the surface were scared, and wanted rid of these abominations. They marched as one, all races, all beleifs, all together went down to the underdark, and waged war on them. The battle was fierce, and many great warriors died, and many legends were made, but, in the end, the men of the surface one, and wiped out the evil elfs, chasing them down through their catacombs, to their city, rooting them all out, untill they were all dead. Large parts of the underdark were sealed off, purposely caved in, to purge the memory of these horrid creatures, and, for generations after, and since, there was no more of these creatures. This was the story my uncle told me, and he claimed to have known people who were party to these happenings. When I was young, I believed in these tales, any creak in the house was someone, stealing through the night to carry me away, but, as I grew older, I took these tales to be just that, tales to scare young children around the fire, and paid them no mind.

Until today, when you showed me a fragment of a long forgotten nightmare, uttered a name I had not heard sine I was tiny, held in your hand something I never thought of as real, something long, long gone from this plane. But, they are back, somehow, I know they are back. We elves have our own version of that word, our own name for our lost kin. We called them ‘Drow’. The Drow have returned.And i have fear again.His last words are nearly a whisper, he gives a shiver, and returns below.

Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark Ihsahn’s brow furrows, you can almost see the gears in his head turning. He turns to Ben Scarman, and speaks to Shadow in slow labouring sentences "Seems a stretch to go from one little hand to some wet nurse’s camp fire tale of evil elves from the depths below.

If the dwarf is as old as he claims to be maybe Thul, will know something of this legend he whispers of. What of you Shadow, have you heard of such a thing in all those books you have wasted your time reading."

Shadow Ihsahn, the fear of Underdark is not something a wizard scribes about lightly.

I have seen this underworld first hand and I assure you, other then serving as an excellent vessel to cure one’s fear of claustrophobia, I would not reason to enter.

The Underdark excretes such a huge magical energy that it still makes me tense hearing it’s name today. The Drow would no doubt be drawn to this energy as are many a foolish wizard. Any wizard would soon feel the dampening of power and would make haste to leave, but the Underdark often has it’s own ideas. The few apprentice wizard’s who do return from such a foolish venture speak of passages ways that turn you around so often that even the most adept trackers couldn’t follow with that level of lighting. The true fear however doesn’t set in until they try to teleport out and find themselves depper in the Underdark.

If that isn’t warning enough one has to only imagine the inhabitants.

Things of stone and wood.

Thul Urak’Dornthul bunks down with johnny that evening. sleep comes heavily to him, recovering from his abuse by the Illithid sorcerer. That night, he only awakens when Po shakes him, to consult on johnnys condition, with is worsening quickly. By midnight, the woody condition has moved up his arms and legs to the elbows and knees respectively, and his breath is becoming slower. yours and po’s consensus is that he will need a remove disease as soon as you are able, or he might not last past lunch time.

Dungeon masterTime passes Thul Urak’Dornsleeps. Zzzzzz,snort…..zzzzzz….goblin stole my beer…zzzzzz…. Dungeon masterthul awakens, and shakes the images of theiving goblinoids from mind. Po is nearly beside herself in panic. Johhnys limbs are now nearly completely rigid, the woody condition has spread nearly every part of his body. The whites of his fluttering eyes have turned a deep green, and strange pustules have started to appear on his face. Searching for a pulse, only the weakest of weak rythmns can be detected.

‘whatever you are going to do’ whispers Po. " it better be done quick’

Thuls prayers seem to take an eternity, but once finished, he moves quickly to johnny’s side, and starts intoning the hallowed words needed. Johnnys body starts to vibrate, as the terrible effect tales it’s last toll. Thul finishes his phrasing, and johnnys body stills.

Both Po and Thul hold their breaths….

the room is silent..

which is broken by a cough and wheeze fromJonathon Grey, and he draws a deep breath, like a man surfacing from deep underwater.
‘water’ he croaks’…..and..quick…what happened with our loot?……..’

Ihsahn Wongraven of RavendarkYou’re a lucky man Johnny, thought you’d gone to your ancestors or sure there.

Capn Skerrit has taken his share, as he’s entitled to, but left most of the good stuff to us. Especially the gems

Thul Urak’Dorn ‎" Berronar saved you lad, by her gentle hand i was given the grace to cure you o yer affliction. As fer the loot, well we shall hand it out fairly. He who came out with out items should get more, but the loot still had no been identified as yet. once we take stock o what was recovered we can divide it as must needs be. Now he hands Jonny a wine skin “drink and gather yer strength the gods of light are no finished wit ye yet”
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Dungeon master:The last memories you have is fleeing through the infested nautiloid and leaping into space. you floated for what seemed like an eternity, untill your own personal air bubble ran down, and darkness descended.

one by one, you wake up on the main deck of the nostromo. the smell of burnt wood is still in the air, off-set by a sweet, wet, musty aroma. Opening your eyes, you focus on a ring of worried faces, the entire crew of the nostromo are waiting on your awakening. Even Norad has come down out of his crowsnest to wait.

you slowly become aware of bandages, wrappings, salves and the like on any injuries you may have collected, and a beam of proud accomplishment coming from Po.

‘By the void! You all look like you’ve been dragged through the grinder backwards’ exclaims Captain Skerrit. ’What Happened?’

Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark Did anyone see anything? How did we all end up landing safely on the Nostromo instead of just drifting randomly, endlessly through the flow?

Thul Urak’Dorn Thul’s eyes fluttered open, uttering a quiet mutter of vengeance. He lifted himself upright on shaking limbs still fatigued from his defiant battle with the Illithid Captain.
he spat as he fumbled at the buckles on his heavy armour. Newt poured into his mouth. The red liquid slopped down the black beard. He wiped away his mouth. “The ship was far from empty. There were still powerful Flayers on board’ he sipped the wine. “ its a miracle we were not devoured but the enemy was fearful of something other than us, the swine fled the ship destroying it and leaving us for dead.” He rested the back of his head against the mast and caught his breath.

Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark Ihsahn takes a moment to savour the relief of escaping a certain death situation but then his brow furrows and his mood turns grim. “You may say it’s Morradin’s hand that plucked us from the void Thul but I say there is Illithid sorcery at work here. By rights we should be dead, food or slaves now and yet somehow we’re here. Flayers are not a mercifully peoples so why are we here!?! I can’t help but feel we’re bait on some arcane Illithid hook”

Captain Skerrit ’ ye boys were lucky we found you. we set out to look for that ship, but had no luck. i think it used to nautiloid as cover while it fled. we came back to collect ye, but couldn’t find the nautiloid. was only Norads keen eyes that saw ye. Po has been trying to do her best to patch you up, but she’s a tad worried about Johnny, what in the void happened to him?
The captain thinks for a second ’ and what do ye mean they were fearful of something? what are the squid-faces afeared of?’
Jonathon Grey awakens, your mouth feels strange. it is slightly hard to breath. you got to speak to the crew, and find yourself unable. your tounge feels solid and dry, your lips rigid.

Thul Urak’Dorn ‎"The ancient enemy from under the earth" Thul try’s to pronounce the work in Undercommon. ‎"He said the Ship was infected" gulps more wine “It wernt the hand of Moradin he was initially afraid of Barbarian, it were something else, maybe the spiders made o metal, maybe the owner o’that black hand”

Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark what say you Shadow, can you or any of your guild brothers back on the Rock help us divine the nature of any Illithid sorcery or tell us more about this bizarre claw? I agree with the dwarf, it’s our only other clue. Dungeon masterHe then effortlessly heaves Johnny over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and carries him below deck. Eyes burning a hole in Stanton’s back as he goes.

GM: po and thul take johnny to his quarters, lay him in his bunk, and calm him with a few soothing words. ‘slow your breath’, says po ‘all will be fine’. she draws thuls attention to johnnys hands. his nails have started to take on a woody appearance. ’ whatever this is, it works fast. he may last tonight, but the next…….’

Thul Urak’Dorn ‎" Young Po, its up to you to watch Jonny this night. I must beseech the gods for powers to save Jonny. My role in the investigation of these ponderous events shall have to wait till the morrow once he is safe. I take my leave to begin my own recovery and prayers." With a nod at Po and a fatigued stagger the ancient dwarf trudges back to his quarters, his hand grasping the wall for support.

Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark Ihsahn returns to the top deck “Shadow, Stanton know more than he lets on, if you see him coming off his shift at the Helm let me know, we need to have words with the elf. I’ll need you with me should he resort to his weasley, wizard words” ‎’yes’ agrees Captain Skerrit. "he’s acting very strangely. Something had spooked him. I’ll have a word to him later, let him have his elvish ways. So Ishan what did you find onboard the Squid-face ship? anything good? Ihsahn Wongraven of RavendarkIhsahn recounts: “Entering the ship through the breach we stumbled across the wreckage of a battle between Flayer slaves and these strange mechanical creatures. We then moved into what appeared to be the Captain’s Quarter’s where Thul recovered some maps and correspondence and Johnny was stricken by whatever Venom currently has him laid up in the sick bed” Moving through the decks we came across what I can only describe as a pair of blinded ogres which quickly fell before Johnny and my blades. Moving to the top decks we found the helm room with an Illithid already dead at the helm and another which although locked seemed to be full of those mechanical beasts. On the upper levels of the ship we encountered a combat fully raging between a Beserk Minotaur, presumably another Flayer thrall, another of these mechanical bug, this time made of gold, and some sort of Illithid magus. There was an almighty explosion which seemed to tear the clockwork monster asunder, the Illithid vanished in the blinding light and the enraged Minotaur turned his focus to us, thinking us pinned in the stairwell. The horn headed beast proved no match for us, filled with the strength of my ancestors and aided by my valiant brothers in battle we quickly dispatched it to its final justice. Our investigation of the battle site led to the recover of this mysterious staff, black as night and studded with metal along with its grisly companion which has Stanton so spooked. While Shadow inspected the staff in an attempt to discern its true nature we were set upon by this foul Flayer Sorcery and although we struggled valiantly we succumbed one by one to it’s mental might and were forced to make a hasty withdrawal from the wrecked ship chancing ourselves on the icy void only to be lucky enough to be picked up your good crew Captain Skerrit. As I reflect on it I am sure something is amiss, Flayer’s don’t leave survivors there are magics either fair or foul at work here I will swear to that on my father’s name

Captain Skerrit As ihsahn begins his tale, Captain skerrit greets the sight of the bag of holding with a grunt of recognition. He opes the bag, and starts removing handfulls of coins, and starts sorting the coins with a practised hand. the seperate piles of coins grow steadily, as the captain askes the odd question, requests Isahn to repeat parts, or just utters the odd expletive. he finishes the task quickly, and, with a furrowed brow, reaches into the bag up to his shoulder. he pulls out a ornate box, about a foot a side. opening the box, he removes a handfull of pearls. he examines a few with a loupe, one he pauses on, whistles, and places it in his pocket. he closes the lid on the box, and places it beside his. he removes a paper and pencil from his pocket, makes a few notes, and places the coins, in lots of the same denomination, back into the bag.
At the mention of the staff, he crosses to shadow, and politley takes it. he looks it up and down, examining the gem and the studs one by one.’ i’ve never seen anything like this before. i might get stanton to have a look at it, if ye don’t mind. whenever he decides to remove his pantaloons from his back passage, that is.’
He hands the bag of holding back to ihshan, and then the note with the totals on it. ‘i get the feeling ye will be needing this, ye better keep it, share it between yeselves. anything else you found, i’ll get Stanton to earn his keep and give them a look over. everone turn in for the night, got a big day tommorrow. The mages got some studying, the healers got to sort out Johnny, and the rest of us got some repairs to be doin’. (yells out) NORAD..keep a close watch for our shady freinds. MR STANTON, full ahead to The Rock, if it so pleases his highness……

entering the nautiloid pt 2

the battle with the illithid went swiftly, (especially when everyone joined the fray), after which more information came to light. The illithid spoke of ’the ancient enemy from the time beneath the rocks). The hand on the staff was small, elf-like, though the skin was dark and dense, with dark nearly metallic finger nails, and a very familiar script scrawled on it. It was also learnt that there was another illithid, just to the south.

while the illithid was discovered to be dead, one of the metallic creatures was very much alive in the room. this was dispatched after it tried to get very intimate with one of the party.

moving up, the sounds of combat could be heard, and a black trail could be seen. the trail lead to a dying umberhulk, the sounds to a mighty combat overhead. An illithid, in magestic robes, was attacking, and being attacked by, a golden metallic creature. rounding out the combat was a minotaut assisting the illithid.

the combat finished in an explosion of magic, lightning and metal on metal, throwing the combatants around the room, the minotaur fairing the best, deciding to take it out on the party. He was dispatched with ease by the party, and the illithid was searched for. the searched wasn’t needed, as he returned momentarily, bringing all the party to their knees bar one(( Thul Urak’Dorn aka Captain nup )) . His resistance brought the ire of the illithid, forcing him to take great interest in the hero. again, mention was made of the ‘ancient enemy’, then the party was tagged, and then released.

fleeing an illithid self destruct device, the party saw that the nautliloid was infested by the metallic creatures. they were forced to leave the ship in haste, before the captain had returned, drifting out into the darkness, untill, one by one, darkness descended on them.

entering the nautiloid

the adventurers landed in what seemed to previously be a dining room, but had been turned into a battlefeild. numerous bodies, with numerous methods of death. half orcs and grimlocks in armour, elves, dwarves, humans in rags and strange insect like creatures littered the ground. In within the bodies were strange piles of metal, copper and bronze, fused together and sparking.

Faced with three choices of tavel, the party move north, entering the captains chambers through a locked door. searching the belongings, they find the captains personal chest, and begin to move it back for later removal. another locked door is in the captains chanber, and is pursuaded to open. a chest is discovered in the locked room, and, in the dining room, a previously closed door is discovered to be open, with a familiar chill in the air.

from the chest is gained a scroll, and some strange dust. the mysteriously opened door is unable to be closed, and the chill from the room ( a pantry ) is growing. a sudden inspiration combines the content of the two previously locked rooms, and the chill receeds.

moving south, more evidence of a moving battle was discovered. More bodies of half orcs, grimlocks, and slaves were scattered towards a large set of stairs, moving through what seemed to be a cargo hold. a neogi body was discovrd, with more small piles of fused metal scattered around. A strange noise alerted the party to movement at the rear of the cargo bay, and weapons were readied.

Very large twin grimlocks were discovered patrolling the area, battle axe and flail in hand. Though highly trained, seemingl linked as one, they stood no chance, and were dispached without delay.

moving up, another metallic ceature was discoverd, this one made of electrum, still warm and sparking. a strange, vaguely elvish like script could be seen on the carapace.

reaching the next level, another battle scene, more grimlocks, neogi and half orcs in various degrees of completeness. in the middle of it all was the body of an illithid, next to a ppol of blood with a distictive staff in the middle. on top of this, from a nearby door, a strange metallic scratching noise could be heard. when the staff was investigated, two things where disovered. firstly, that the staff had a hand still attached, and secondly that the illithid wasn’t dead.

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Dramatis personae
- Ihsahn Wongraven of Ravendark
- Thul Urak’Dorn
- Jonathon Grey
- Shadow

The Tradeship Nostromo was on it’s return trip to The Rock of Bral after a profitable job escorting a shipment of elvish wines and artwork to krynn. Her four senior crew members were about to finish their 3 year sojourn under the watchful eye of Captain Skerrit, anxious to move of under their own steam, make their own legends.

Times had been good on the Nostromo, the captain a wise and fair man, never taking a job that lacked either adventure or profit, or putting them in a situation that their ace pilot Stanton could get them out of. Sights ha been seen, fights had been won,coin had been made.’

So it was with bittersweet feelings that the last leg of the final journey was undertaken. All was normal untill Stanton sensed a stationary object in the Nostromos path, and slowed down to investigate. An Illithid Nautiloid was discovered, motionless in the void. A call to investigate was made.

As the Nostromo drew nearer, all hell broke out. On the far side of the Nautiloid, a ship of a type never seen before had skewered itself into the Illithid craft, and seemed to be attacking it. At this time, the Nostromo herself came under attack from the Nautiloid, with a devious mix of Brown mold and alchemists fire. The crew pulled together, the warriors returning fire to obliterate the gunners, and some deft teamwork from the spellcasters to clear the decks, with only minor injuries to Logan Redtunic

During the fracas, the mystery ship was seen to extract itself from the Nautiloid, turn, move away, and then dissapear infront of the crews very eyes. Watches were set, and the senior crewmembers were sent as an away team to investigate what happened to the Nautiloid.

Apon entering the Nautiloid, the remenants of a fierc battle where discovered. Bodies of many races, some humaniod, some not, lay scattered on the deck.


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