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The True Followers of Vhaeraun
As time past, Gorlab could see that General Gul was acting more and more suspiciously since the cleric Brun had asked what task Vhaeraun had tasked him with …
"Had the general lost favour with the Masked Lord? Had he another task for him?? Time would surely tell”, Gorlab thought on, "I will ask for guidance from the wise cleric and send Sue with a note, asking for him and his devout follower Goll to hear of my worries.” Then calling for Sue, and giving her a note … "Fly quickly and quietly lest you be detected. ONLY Brun Casta may see the note … go now my little dragon!”
Gorlab looked over the Wolfsbanes side, watching for a sign from the Retribution of movement. Brun and Goll soon appeared on deck, and quickly made their way over, with the look of worry on their faces. The cleric Brun Casta spoke first …
"Goll has informed me that the General has changed his loyalties to the beastmens god of war”, then cursing under his breath, "all our hopes lie in the hand of a traitor! Speak Goll and let Captain Gorlab know what has passed!”
As Goll told of the generals play... Read more »
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Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide.
The rebels were again camped out in the wilds waiting to return to the search for the Blood Banner. They had acquired another ship, albeit a decrepit one much in need of a lick of paint, but, to all appearances, things were going well. Appearances, however, have a nasty habit of being deceptive.
That morning over breakfast, each Drow had reported a dream in which they had been visited by Vhaeraun and instructed to make a magic item. They agreed a time to meet and carry out the enchantment. The only one who kept silent was General Gul. "What was your dream, General?” asked Brun. Gul kept his head down and pretended not to hear. "Gul?!” Brun called him again.
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Suspicions, Deceptions and Clues
The two crews were taking a well earned rest sunning themselves in leafy glade and enjoying a reflective spliff. They watched as the goblin slaves hurried about the ships doing all the little tasks that had been missed during their recent adventuring. Mainly it meant checking that Pigsy hadn’t eaten anything vital to the running of either vessel or that Sue hadn’t left a half eaten furry animal decomposing under someone’s bunk. They each drifted off into a weed induced reverie of their own.
The peaceful ambience was dispelled by the sudden arrival of Brun Casta who had been away sorting library books in Tradetown. He stormed into the camp shouting:
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1. Where’s that Goblin?
Having recovered from the Feast with the Beast, the merry band of scamps was enjoying the freedom of the woods around Tradetown. All were seated around engaged in idle chit chat, then Gorlab leaned in to speak.
"Pigsy came up to me just now” he said "but spoke as if possessed by Raij, the Beastman God of War.” Brun Casta turned to face him, looking concerned.
"Go on,” said the cleric.
"He offered me rewards if I renounced Vhaeraun. ... Read more »
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A Cyclops, Seven Wraiths, a Lich and a Funeral
The meeting had been met and the battle had been fought. The officers and other ranks of the fledgling revolutionary army were united once again. Where else would they meet but the old Green Dragon Inn in the heart of downtown Tradetown? They were discussing their next move.
"I think it is generally agreed that we should settle accounts with the Cyclops” said Gul. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I think it is also agreed that a more direct approach should be taken.” More nodding and drunken grunts of approval.
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A Meeting and a Battle
A Meeting
Gul Kobra gazed into the darkness and listened to the sounds of the night. He was standing alone on the deck of The Retribution pondering the events of the last few hours. His comrades had, to a man, or woman, gone to a clandestine meeting in Tradetown. According to Dur it was one of the newly arrived Drow, Lady Zarae, who had convened the conference. What gave her the right? Barely on the deck and already throwing her female, noble weight around. He had fled Shannizar and started a rebellion to be free of such arrogance. She would have to be schooled in the new order of things. Gul cursed quietly to himself. How dare she? How dare they all? Only his brother had bothered to tell him of the gathering, and that was just to stay in his good books, probably. Anyway, Dur would be reporting back on what went on so at least Gul would have something on which to base his response. Was it mutiny? Was he getting it all out of proportion? He could take a gue... Read more »
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Brief Encounter
They spent a short while recovering from their trek and then arranged to meet Joruus at his warehouse. He gave them an update on what was going down in Tradetown.
"The thing is,” he began, "there’s this Cyclops and it’s raiding the caravans leaving and coming into Tradetown.”
"One Cyclops?” said Zaen, "one Cyclops is causing problems?”
"Well, it’s not on its own, but no one survives to fill in the details. Anyway, there’s a 6000GP reward.” ... Read more »
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Out of the Frying Pan and into the Freezer
It was a clear, dark night. A small rodent popped its head out of a tunnel entrance. It sniffed the air. It was cold; there would soon be snow. The little creature decided that it had enough time to forage and scurried off across the broken ground. It spotted a juicy plant and began to dig furiously at the roots. It stopped its excavations suddenly. Again it sniffed the air. Something was wrong. It waited in anticipation. Then a low whine came from the darkness, gradually getting louder and louder. The air sparked and crackled. An unnatural wind began to blow. An eerie glow flickered and grew in intensity. Then, in a final eruption of elemental energy, a portal appeared. The hungry animal fled back to the safety of its burrow in a panic. The food could wait.
The Gethyanki ship emerged from the astral plane and the adventurers disembarked, bidding farewell to their rescuers. They realised that the... Read more »
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Apocalypse? What now?
Berun was troubled as the crew left the land of the Cronks. There was pressure on him from Gul and Brun, the cleric, to use his skills for their ends. Why must the damn captain get all the glory? Some called him Vhaeraun’s champion. Berun merely saw another Drow noble lording it over those he felt beneath him. "I am Drow too” thought Berun,”and I shall choose my own path.” He decided to jump ship at the first opportunity.
Once back in the neighbourhood of Tradetown, The Despair landed in an isolated spot and the crew made temporary camp. As they prepared a fire, began to settle down for the night and set the watches, no one noticed the shadowy figure disappearing into the darkness. Only Gorlab, Berun’s ally, knew of his dissatisfaction and future plans.
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The Curse is Removed
Brief author’s note:- The narrative up to this point has been taken from the log kept by Gul of House Kobra whilst captain of the Despair and from various memoirs and reminiscences of other members of the crew. Unfortunately material relating to the early period of their return to The Valley of the Great Sword is limited to a few obscure references in chronicles of the time. Of course, this was a dangerous time for the renegades and they were probably keeping a low profile so the lack of verifiable material of their actions is not surprising.
The facts gleaned from the few fragments of evidence available amount to this. The party travelled back to the Cronk village to get the God Curse removed from Gul. They encountered a group of Corflu Cultists, or so scholars surmise as Corflu was widely wors... Read more »
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