Kas’ rage echoed from the walls of his prison. He has nearly escaped. The pools of blood began to boil. “Why?! What must I do to free myself!?,”. He grabbed his sword and with one powerful swing he shatterd his throne of skulls, then his tomb. The blood began to steam. His cold blue eyes bcame a hot, blood red. The black, worked stone of the walls began to be fall. He would force himself out. Vecna’s influence was weakened. He would reign again. With a mighty boom of chaos the walls and rood collapsed. Kas was free…


Charlie smoked from his pipe. The Shadow War with the Scarlet BrotherHood was going wonderfully. He blew smoke rings that curled upwards. He looked at the dwarven axe he had stolen. It shall be useful. A hooded figure walked into his study, the voice was obviously female, but it was harsh and brash, “Master, I dont think it is safe for you to continue with your cruise, the BrotherHood will be out for revenge, this barge is no safe place.” Charlie responded, “Let them come, we shall finish what is left of the Sapphire cell if the come,” he inhaled, more smoke rings. He was prepared. His dragon was just a bit too jumpy, she always was.

More smoke rings curled upwards.

The Spell Preparation.

Tal worked furiously, the planets were coming to alignment. The spell would be completed soon. Several of the dragon hearts had started beating, they to were preparing for the strain. Only one more month then the spell would be ready. ONly one more month before the final battle with Magnus begins!

Fall of a great moon, Rise of a bright sun

The initiation seemed to go well. Members received their amulets and were knighted as members of my holy crusade. I rushed to the guardian after hearing his roar. I arrived and saw that not only had the portal been opened, but the guardian was already damaged. I called in my friends only to be welcomed by friendly fire from the guardian. I guess he was serious about following my orders to the letter. We made it to the first level of hell, made our way to the river sticks after meeting lemurs. We guessed at the command word for the boat for a few minutes when it suddenly sprung open after Leonard said “Sails”. All was well on the river until a waterfall surprised us. I thought we could do nothing. I could not do anything, Silverstep summoned his hippogryph and saved us. We flew into a swarm of hell wasps. Once again Silverstep keeping us safe with his devastating spells. We found “Demon”. He took us to the Pitt fiends palace. We killed a chain demon, avoided some patrols and opened a heavy door with Leonard’s help. Leonard took the key we needed to destroy to close the portal forever. We were hunted down by the pitt fiend and just when I could not go on any longer, we were taken back to portal by “Demon”. Leonard jumped through, followed by Silverstep, but the only way to destroy the key was in hell. He passed me as I dived through the closing portal and destroyed the key. As the portal closed our last sight of Leonard was him defiant of death against all odds in the grip of the pitt fiend, throwing his javelin into its eye.

noteto harrison

tal isnt a half-elf anymore so change it

Oh No.

What happens when Magnus finishes?

Moving On.


Rush To Save Vule.

The party had cleared the crypt of ghouls, they would no longer raid the townspeople of Fennsgrove. But during the adventure Vule was struck by the ghasts poisonous bite. He was now paralyzed and may soon die, they had to rush to town before that happened.

Vule was slung across Rashka’s back and he bounced with every large long stride. His tattooed wrist hung loosely and smacked agains the orks back. Leya was right behind, she was quick, her long blonde hair trailed behind her as she ran, but Rashka was very much faster, longer legs and more powerful muscles. Ruth and John, her pink familiar cat trailed behind, though Ruth used magic to keep up.

The green trees whipped at their faces, they were still a hour away from Fennsgrove. Sweat dripped from young Vules brow and Rashka could only just feel a heartbeat against his shoulder. Leya called out, excitedly and very relieved, “There Fennsgrove! I see it!.” Rashka yelled back but he pushed on faster, “Good!”

Thirty or so minutes later they tore through the quiet village of Fennsgrove. Its roads were only mud and slick because of recent rain. Rashka slipped and his knee smashed into the ground, there must have been a hidden rock or log and a sickening crack was heard. Rashka screamed in pain but he still got up and moved on. His scream woke up Fennsgrove’s people.

They got to witchwomans door, blood and mud soaked Rashka’s leg. Ruth was not doing much better, she was covered in mud up to her waist. Leya, being a elf helped her immensely, only the souls of her boots had mud on them.

“Where are you?! Witch woman! Where are you?!” Rashka hollard.
A old lady, stooped over and grey haired seemed to step out of the shadows. “No need to yell like that, Im not deaf yet. What seems to be the problem?” Leya spoke before Rashka could open his tusked mouth, “Our friend Vule has been poisoned by a ghast. He need help now.”

“Now that does seem bad, leave, I need space while I work. I shall send for you if I fix him.”
Rashka stepped forward intent on yelling at the elderly lady, Leya pushed him back and motioned to the door. The trio left.

As they stepped outside the townsfolk stared at them. Rashka snarled at the crowd and the bulk of them moved along. Ruth giggled at that.

The Crypts End.

After Ruth had been introduced to everyone they moved on. The very mixed matched party had some more encounters with the horrid ghoul family that inhabited this dark evil place. Leya stopped the party, she saw a trip wire, she kneeled down to inspect it.
“Trip wire. Alarm system.” Her voice was quick and formal, Leya knew a lot about traps. She produced a wire cutter from a pocket in her leather armor and snipped it. “Its okay to move on”, no one questioned her with this sort of thing. Not even Rashka.

The two or so days that they have been down here meant that thet didnt need and torches, their eyes had adjusted to the gloom. They then came across a door, everywhere came to a deadend, this is where the ghast must reside.
Rashka hated ghouls so he knew a lot about their leaders. Ghasts are very old ghouls, they are freaks of nature imbued with great intelligence and strength, they have a poisoning bite that leaves its victims paralyzed and helpless.

The doors lock was rusted and worn away, Leya, silent as a cat gestured that everyone should be quiet, Rashka nodded, Vule was silent and Ruth shook with excitement. The door itself was rotted and would be easily torn apart.

They got into their usual combat position when they wanted to surprise something. Rashka was infront, axe at the ready, prepared to kick in the door. Followed by Vule who is ready to spin around the bulk that is Rashka, Leya was crouched along the wall, ready to fire around the corner. Ruth was behind them all, she had flame dancing along her fingers.

Rashka whispered, “Three, two, one.” He kicked down the door and its splinters flew out and into the room. It was all seemed slow.
Something was hiding up on the roof. Its clawed hand came down and under Rashkas chin. It pulled him up and slammed him into the roof and threw him into the ground as if he was a childs doll. The shadowy thing then dropped done. It was about six feet and seven inches high, its head was beaten and pinkish. A very large mouth seemed to split its head in two.

Vule leaped at it, he barely came up to its shoulder. His leg smashed into its ribs and he felt bones shatter underneath his foot. It squeeld in pain. Vule twisted mid-air and brought his other foot into its face. The ghast fell back and a bolt of fire smashed into its left eye, blinding it and Ruth laughter came from the darkness of the hallway outside this room. Leya spun out of cover and fired her quarrel, then it all went wrong.

Faster than the human eyes could ever comprehend the ghast grabbed Vules chest, lifted him up and the quarrel buried itself itself into his lower back. Vule screamed out in pain but there was more to come.

The ghast then launched its head foreward and into his shoulder and bit deep. Vules body became stiff. Ruth had come into the room and with a word and a gesture the ghasts footing became uneven and it fell over onto its back. Leya ran into the room and grabbed Vule, she dragged him back but the monster got back up. Its claws lashed out at her and caught her chest, her leather armor had no chance against the monsters obsidian sharp claws. But even though she was in pain she continued on.

Rashka gor back up and picked up his axe. The best was up now and ran at him. Rashka made a horizontal strike at it. But the ghast expected it and ducked under the blow. Its left hand came up in a stabbing motion into the orcs gut, black blood spilled from the wound. Its second claw came up but Leya saw a oppurtunity and took it. Her quick elven finger drew a dagger and threw the blade right into its open palm which took the power from the blow.

Ruth came up behind the thing and threw John at its back. John clawed wildly. Apparently John hates ghouls, much like Rashka. The beast was distracted by the wild attack by the cat, it tried to reach around so that it could crush the life from the thing. Rashka smiled “Stupid ghoul!” his axe flashed, its grey metal whistled as it came around lopping off its head. Hot steaming blood came up like a fountain drenching Rashka and Ruth.

Ruth smiled as the beast fell, twitching and in a dreamy voice said, “My hero Rashka…”


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