Players Present: Will fill in later after all characters are completed and can link to them.
Players Absent: Same as above
Here is the first entry into my new journal. I was training for what was going to be the Fifth Crusade. I was competing to be selected as one of the crusaders in the next soon to be launched crusade when the plaza was attacked. Spouting right up out of the ground where the Wardstone once stood was Khorremzadeh himself, the Storm King. By Mystra he is large. There was nothing I could do at this point in my career, so I ran, I ran with some of the companions I had been training with while Terendelev showed up, the protector of Silverymoon to fight this threat. Actually Terendelev was there taking the form of some humanoid. They fought while we got to safety, or so we thought, it was not long and the Storm King had his sword and whip in the fray and Terendelev was going down. A big gash in the ground, a scar, a chasm, call it what you will, opened beneath our feet. With his dying act, he cast a spell so we would float to safety, albeit far underground, hundreds and hundreds of feet.
I wake up surrounded by my new “friends” and three other companions Anevia, Aravashnial, and Horgrus. Horgrus is some slightly pompous noble, while Anevia and Aravashnial seem to be some types who have some knowledge of adventuring and or survival. I help an elf to her feet, Aveline is her name, she goes and sees to the cleric Alorzah, but he says his name Alizah. While she does that, and the others attend to people, I help Anevia get untrapped from the rubble. As we start to get everyone free of the rubble, and attending to the injuries, the Paladin, Tirean decides to go on walkabout. Nevermind that we have severely injured and work still needs to be done, he goes poking around until he finds some dead spider, that has giant maggots growing in it. I apologize to Anevia but I have to go help.
I run over to the scuffle, and I have my acid globs ready. Aveline helps and we put acid and magic missiles into the thing while Tirean helps finish the beasts off. Good. It is the least he can do for running off by himself, and causing a problem while there was still work to be done. I hope this is not the behavior I can expect from a Paladin and a Tymorian as well. The maggots dead, I head back to finish helping Anevia so that she can walk. I also find that Aravashnial is blind from an attack by the Storm King, and that the noble is just fine.
We take stock of what we can find and we move on, after we finish making crutches and splints. There is a cave to the south, with a long abandoned campfire. Valen goes running right in, because by god there might be a bow in there. Until he disturbs the campfire, and 2 giant cockroaches come out. Oh Journal guess we happens next. He runs, and runs like a little girl. He was pretty fleet of foot. Apparently, and I will get to this more later, he is quite the coward. So in I go again with Aveline and Tirean, and we finish off these cockroaches. Guess who comes running back. Valen. Sure, now that the fighting is over. We find some non magical equipment that will help us on our journey probably and we continue on.
Now we move on down a cave with some ledge, and Valen finds himself useful for the moment, as he has wings. Some type of winged elf. I hope they all don’t come with his level of resolve. If so, please stay away from the worldwound. There is a backpack and we retrieve it. It has some food, a few candles, a couple of potions and the potions get spread out, and the backpack I wear, at least for the time being. It gives a place for Dactyl to hide if he needs it.
We travel on for a little longer, with Aveline guiding Aravashnial, Anevia hobbling by, and Horgus grumbling about things. Several times we have to break up them and their petty squabbles. One time when we do, we turn a corner, and there is a large snake, perhaps huge is a better world. it’s stuck, this is great, we can save ourselves pretty easy. Nope we talk about it, and the thing gets free and rushes us. I plop more globs of acid at it, while Aveline runs away, but to cover Aravashnial and get him to safety. For her troubles, she gets bit in the ass and poisoned. Valen gladly took up the rear position once he was told to guard the noble. He seemed to be over eager to just stay back there and do nothing while the rest of us fought. The snake dead from clubbing by Tirean and globs of Acid from me, and even the noble running forward and punching this sneak in the head. Now we must attend to Aveline. She has poison in her butt. Well I took one for the team, sucking the poison out until they could diagnose the problem, and having to restore her constitution. Aveline saved, we moved on. I think I got my nipple tweaked for the trouble. She’s cute, we’ll see what comes of that.
The snake dead, we find a couple more crude things we can use on our journey. Onward says Valen, maybe not in those words. Never have I seen such a backwards elf. The patience of a long lifetime is only gifted to him in combat. When I want to find out more about the people we are with, what their story is, how we can put them at ease, then I hear him yelling from the back, no talking, we must move on, go go go. So when it is time to rush, he puts his feet down, when it is time to take the elven approach to things, he is impertinent. Tirean at least has calmed down, his exploration is within sight of the group now, and our priest of Kelemvor has shown himself to be a decent healer. So they are not just tournament ready, they actually do a fairly decent job, except for the aforementioned Valen. I hope when we find a bow he can actually use the thing.
Onward to a small cave that opens up into a 30 foot tall small cave with a building in it. I’m not sure but the symbol on the door looks Tyran or from a Tempite. But it is faded and hard to make out. We go in through the foyer, and into the main chamber. It is indeed a small undergroup chapel to Tyr. Except that a Heucuva is in here, and we have to fight it. We later find a journal, and the Huecuva most likely was found wanting after cursing Tyr’s name. The huecuva is slain, with no help from Valen, who just stands around again. I wonder if his thumb and his ass are best friends sometimes. We go look around, and also find a giant fly. I color Spray that, and gouge out it’s eyes with my magic spoon. The place safe we decide to consecrate it back to Tyr, and get rid of the evil remains.
Some other thoughts, my god, don’t get Valen or his precious wings dirty, and I, I have every kind of creatures gore, innards and ichor on me and so does Tirean. We decide to bed down as everyone is tired, and there is no sense of time down here. It was a defensible place, and we could more onward when we wake up, trying to find a way to get back up to our beloved city.
Lady Jenna, Enchantress Extraordinaire.