#guild campaign

(The following is written for our guild campaign in Maldraxxus!)

Her crimson eyes studied the leather bracelet looped around Remington’s wrist. The sinewy cord held a silver wagon wheel symbol in place. “That… looks familiar,” Celaryn mumbled. “Fence… Fence Macabre?”

The mask still rendered the caravan master mute, a precaution against dangerous spellcasters the House of Constructs installed when Remington was captured. The older undead’s eyes crinkled as a hidden smile lifted her expression behind the mask. She bobbed her head yes.

“I had the pleasure of meeting two of yours. Do you know a Dezzie and a Calria?” 

Remington dipped her head once more.

“Ah. I apologize for the twenty questions. This conversation is a bit one-sided.”

“Perhaps I can aid?” A voice piped up from the cell’s corner. The figure there looked like a floating suit of armor pieces possessed by blue light. “I was overhearing your talk, well at least the one side of it.” An arcane light lit up in their metal palm as the figure hovered it before Remington. “I believe I can at least deactivate that muzzle’s magic.”

Rem squinted at the strange humanoid figure then peered at his hand. She shrugged then turned her muzzle toward him.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” he offered as he gripped the metal muzzle’s bottom. With a quick surge of arcane current, a crack spidered down the mask, separating the metal in two. Both pieces clanged to the cold stone floor. “Easy!”

Rem rubbed her jaw. It’s like she hadn’t used it in years. She opened her mouth, testing the joint. It made a sharp click. She’d get it fixed after she was back with the Fence. “Thank ya kindly.” She tipped her chin toward the strange figure. “What’re ya in fer?”

“Me?” The figure pressed a palm against his breastplate. “Let us say I am quite the thorn in the House of Constructs’ side.” He laughed. “My name is Kavar. I’m a Broker. And, yes, I would do it all over again.”

“Remington,” the one-eyed forsaken introduced. “If we’re doing icebreakers, s’pose I’m just a caravan master. Lead a lot of folks in the livin’ world. No idea if they’re okay right now.”

“I’m sure they’re doing fine!” Kavar chuckled. Though his tone did soften with sincerity. “Meditating on negative possibilities does no good.”

Both the broker and the forsaken looked to the elven figure who stared back at them with crimson eyes. “Celaryn,” she averted her gaze. “Just Celaryn, a wandering sword.” Her eyes fell to the floor.

Rem knew that look in other forsaken. Her voice softened as she scooched as much as her manacles would let her toward Celaryn. “Ya’ve been through a lot, haven’t ya?”

A knot choked Celaryn’s throat, partially blocking a shaking breath. Her jaw clenched, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet Rem’s eye. “I’ve… Lost family,” her voice threatened to break as she gripped the iron sword insignia looped around her neck.

A long silence passed. No words needed to be spoken to fill the air. Rem reached out, placing a cold hand on Celaryn’s shoulder. “Tell me about em?”

Celaryn shut her eyes. Her jaw trembled as she fumbled for the first words. “They were rowdy, reckless, and loud, but they cared and would have your back no matter who you were if you were one of their own.”

Rem squeezed Celaryn’s shoulder. “Ya cared fer them a lot too.”

A smooth gemstone slid into Celaryn’s palm. She looked down to the lapis lazuli shard in her hand. Its azure surface glimmered in the cell’s fading torchlight.

“This is the Good Stone.” Rem smiled. “Years ago, someone gave me this when I was in a dark place. Said it’d help good come to me, help me get through the hard days.”

 Celaryn peered at the stone, turning it over in her pale fingers.

“Gave it to me with one caveat,” Rem added as she held up a claw. “If someone needs it more, give it to them.”

Celaryn clenched the stone and cradled it to her heart. “Thank you, Miss Thornbolt.”

“Call me Rem.” The caravan master scratched at her nape with a short chuckle. “No need ta be so formal, Celaryn.” Rem’s pulled her hand from Celaryn’s shoulder and let it rest in her lap. “Ya know, when we get outta here, if ya need a group ta roll with. Ya can come with us.”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it. Though those thoughts must fall to the side if we must focus on escaping first.”

Kavar raised a hand. “Not to intrude on a tender moment, but I’ve already a semblance of a plan in mind.”

“Which is?” Rem shifted her gaze to the broker.

On the Path (5/25/2018) & (5/29/2018)

Adventurers Present:

Grant Cousland ( @redeemed-gunslinger ) 

Leora Strauss ( @leora-strauss )

Gillian Welles

Chereisie Crawford ( @patiencekindnesscourage ) 

Roxlyn Emberglow ( @wyrmrestwitch )

Max Lanifros ( @sandbloodandcogs )

Aiden Davies ( @saltyskipper )

Contacts:

Mariah (Captured Shadow Walker)

DEFENDING BARROWFIELD

- Children of Lothar Campaign Music

Exasperated, one of the scouts that Elaianna had positioned to overlook the cliffs of the coastal barony had burst into the manor to alert her. Three ships with black flags sporting a white raven came towards Barrowfield on the horizon. As soon as she heard, the Baroness wasted no time. She made sure everyone at Barrowfield was on alert. Guards were directed to take precautions, including the preparation of liquid fire and cannons upon the cliff side. She used the Children of Lothar communication frequency to call for assistance. She knew who that flag belonged to. She knew why they were coming, and she remembered the words of Tara and Alasdair. They would not leave Barrowfield alone to face any of Leah’s minions, nor Leah herself if she dared to show up.

“This is Elaianna. Barrowfield has three flagships heading straight for it, all bearing Leah's flag. Requesting reinforcements at post haste. My people will do their best to hold them off in the meantime.”

As the Children of Lothar arrived at Barrowfield, they would be greeted by the sound of cannon fire, screams and the thundering of combat. From atop the cliffside, guards were fighting fire with fire. Cannons descended upon the three ships that were attacking from the water, blasting the cliff face. A little further from the estate itself the guards had brought out a defense device that Elaianna had been sitting on for quite some time after her ordeal with Warlund. Liquid fire was being prepared to be cast down upon the pirates.

The battle had been waging on for some time before they had made it. Bodies already littered the docks, belonging to both sides. The only ship that had been docked when warning came in was no longer idle. The 110 foot schooner, Tall Ship Muriel, captained by Thomas Stalsworth, was positioned in the shallows away from the docks, pelting the pirate ships with cannon fire from the side while they took more cannon fire from above.

One of the flagships had braved the shallows, getting within proximity to begin boarding. Planks were thrown across for the pirates to come at them. Some swung over by rope. They attacked to kill and in some cases, nearly did. Muriel’s crew, accompanied by Korduun and Elaianna, were becoming overwhelmed. No matter how many cannon-fires shook the ship, no matter how many bullets and blades she fended off, and no matter how many pirates were slain, it seemed like three more took their spot. It seem as if the ship would never stop quaking as it was under fire.

Had it not been for the Children of Lothar’s response, Elaianna wasn’t sure how long they’d have lasted. Lord Kestavin and Bielford ‘Whiskey’ Colburn were dropped off by gnomish paratroopers onto the Tall Ship. Air support had at least given them just enough bodies to attempt to stand on their own while the battle waged on the docks and shores of Barrowfield.

Elaianna fought tooth and nail on the upper deck of Muriel, rapier and dagger in hand. Sea legs made it so that even with the near constant shaking of the ship, the sway from the water, and the increasing amount of bodies on deck, she was able to stay standing. Agile movements kept her from taking many blows, but she was far from invincible. A bullet grazed her arm, blood splattering to the surface. When one of the cannon balls hit the deck, it sent debris and shrapnel spraying across the deck that caught Elaianna on her left side, embedding itself in the exposed flesh of her left arm, neck and left side of her face.

A pained shout from the staircase leading downwards caught her attention. Turning her head she saw a pirate tackle Captain Stalsworth down the stairs, and blood. He had been taking the brunt of the damage from the attacks and even before he went down she had seen it wearing on him. If the pirate pinned him down, she knew Thomas was resilient, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out just how resilient in that moment.

“Thomas!”

CRACK!

As the battle waged on the sickeningly load snap from overhead echoed in Elaianna’s head. The mast of Tall Ship Muriel fell down, crashing onto the deck. Within the same moment, explosions were going off. Elaianna didn’t even see where they had come from. With one final loud explosion, Muriel erupted. The crew and pirates alike were flung from the deck, flying in different directions, crashing into the water. The poor souls below deck were not so lucky. Including one Captain Thomas Stalsworth.

@greenapplesprite @thomasstalsworth @kharne @coldlongpromises

Elaianna saw not one but two trolls heading for Jason. If she could help it, she wasn't going to let there be a repeat of the Plaguelands. She wasn't going to let him be overwhelmed right off the bat. She sprang from the shadows, garrote in hand. A leap up and she wrapped it around the troll's throat and fell back onto both feet, forcing the troll to arch backwards to her if he had a hope of breathing. She wrestled to pull the troll back by the garrote, cutting off the wind supply, the metal wire digging into it's throat as she used her upper body strength and center of gravity to try and wrangle it back.

The large void-touched creature flailed it’s arm’s back, trying to knock Elaianna away. She managed to avoid most of the aimless smacks, save for one that struck her across the face. She felt the minor sting as blood rushed to the surface, a mark left upon her cheek with the imprint of the three-fingered hand.

One of the other trolls charged forward as well, making it’s attack on the reinforcement party of the Children of Lothar. Given the unsecure murder-death position Anna was in, she was the obvious optimal target. A big green sword was swung wildly in her direction, trying to catch the woman unawares.

Hearing footsteps coming towards her, heavy and fast, Elaianna eased up on her pulling back, only to jerk the garrote to the right and step with it, forcefully twisting the troll she was strangling with her. A knee to his back forced him to move the rest of the way. The quick tug and spin around had placed the troll entangled in her garrote between her and the attacking troll, causing the creature to be used as a meat shield. Trolls 0. Anna 2.

"Y'know. You can just stab them Anna. This isn't ballet,” Jason called to her, though his words fell on deaf ears as she focused on the fight.

Judgement (6/1/2018) & (6/4/2018)

Adventurers Present:

Grant Cousland ( @redeemed-gunslinger )

Chereisie Crawford ( @patiencekindnesscourage )

Leora Strauss ( @leora-strauss )

Roxlyn Emberglow ( @wyrmrestwitch )

Sertius Brokencog

Max Lanifros ( @sandbloodandcogs )

Contacts:

Ramkahen Archaeologist

Episode 2 - A Den of Scoundrels (5/15/2018)

Adventurers Present:

Grant Cousland ( @redeemed-gunslinger )

Leora Strauss ( @leora-strauss )

Roxlyn Emberglow ( @wyrmrestwitch )

Sertius Brokencog

Gillian Welles

Max Lanifros ( @sandbloodandcogs ) 

Eeshran Shadowmane

Contacts:

Joe-Moe (Bartender and proprietor of Joe-Moe’s Cantina)

D’Arby (Gambler)

Shalla ( Pirate Lieutenant )

Aeileia ( Sin’dorei Pirate ) 

Polnaruk ( Mag’har Orc )

Episode 1 - Divine Mists (5/11/2018)

Adventurers Present:

Grant Cousland ( @redeemed-gunslinger )

Leora Strauss ( @leora-strauss )

Chereisie Crawford ( @patiencekindnesscourage )

Adrannath Starspyre

Aiden Davies ( @saltyskipper )

Gwenna Auron 

Max Lanifros

Sertius Brokencog

Jack Cousland

Contacts:

Vizier Avdol

Archmage Valwyn Bluestar

Kaladin Strauss

The Adventurers Society is starting their second flashpoint! Hidden deep within the sands of ancient Uldum, the kings and tribes of the Tol’vir had guarded powerful titanic artifacts for millennia. With the destruction that the cataclysm and the legion brought, these artifacts are now in the reach of mortals.

If these relics were to fall in the wrong hands however...

If you’re interested in joining us on this adventure, contact @leora-strauss or @redeemed-gunslinger here on tumblr, or put in an application at http://the-adventures-society.shivtr.com

Avdol,

I would first like to give you and your people my sincerest apologies. As I have been working tirelessly to decipher, and recover the missing pieces of the Path of Kings. For the past three days myself, and my expedition have been harried by Wastewalkers on our way to Ramkahen. Do not worry about our safety, the worst we endured were a few arrow wounds, but the brigands have made off with all my notes and research!

I do not know what those bandits hope to achieve by walking the Path of Kings, but you and I both know it doesn’t spell anything good. The relics of the ancient Tol’vir kings must not fall into the hands of those who would do harm. I’m aware of two spies within my very crew. Both from the Alliance and Horde no doubt. I haven’t shown my suspicions of them just yet, and I am on strict orders of neutrality from my superiors at the Kirin Tor.

The Council wishes me to keep my expedition quiet, but I fear we will need help in our quest. I’ve contacted a group of what I believe are trustworthy people. An old friend of mine, Vidda, recommended them. 

Stay safe, and we shall be in Ramkahen shortly.

Your Friend,

Archmage Valwyn of the Kirin Tor