Hawkes Bay Kingmaker

The B Team, The A Team and Team Durz
Durz is his own team

Our B Team of explorers Ekho, Andromeda, Durz, Evindra and Jubilost came across a whirlpool in the lake at Drelave so decided to investigate, the whirlpool was massive and it had black swans in it which would fly away and land back in the lake once they got to close to the center. The team were attack by a water elemental in the shape of a swan, once they had taken care of the water elemental they sent a message to us to come and take a look so we gathered and Imajica teleported us there.

We were meet by some of the team in the Tavern and Durz told us of his heroic tales and conquest of many women, it was good to see Durz again i have missed his stories of his heroicness, a couple of them went for a wonder around the lake to see if they could find anything that may help. Once the hellos were done with and Durz had passed out on the floor we went to investigate the whirlpool in the lake, Khan flew out to look at the center while the rest of us stayed on the banks when 3 water elemental’s appeared in the shape of swans. Io froze one in place, Roche flew out and started attacking one while Imajica sent the other one into a maze. Khan pointed his finger at the one Roche was fighting and inflicted major damage and then Roche finished it off, standing on the bank getting impatient because i couldn’t hit anything i decided to Abundant Step on to the one that was frozen and flurry and once that one went down we prepared for the last one to appear from his maze, and when it appeared it was dealt with swiftly.

Once the last water elemental had been vanquish the black swan flew off and disappeared and one swan that had 3 arrows in it had washed up on the banks dead, there was some kind of essence in it so Roche place his new sword apon it and what ever was in the swan transferred to his sword making it more powerful, the whirlpool started to shrink also.

In which Durz continues to not surprise

Some time has passed since we annexed Pitax. The Kingdom appears to be growing steadily and shows little sign of the turmoil that has forced upheavals previously. This can only mean one of two things. Either we have finally reached that vital stage of growth, stability and peace we all crave, or another catastrophe is due.

An unusual messenger from our away team of trusted explorers, in the form of a small animal, requested our aid over at a Fort Drelev by Lake Hooktongue. With little else to go on, Imajica gathered the party and teleported us to the required destination.

The explorers consisted of Andromeda Niska, Durz, Evindra, Jubilost Narthropple and Akiros Ismort. So far they have done a stirling job exploring and helping expand our kingdoms borders.

We managed to arrive at a tavern, only to be greeted by Durz, who, by his standards, was only slightly inebriated. He introduced us to a gentleman, who had to re- introduce himself as Rafe due to Durz inability to speak a current known language.

The long and short of things was that the fey realm was starting to break through to our world via something called “blooms” and these could take all sorts of forms. They were also, typically dangerous, as evidenced by the large water elemental in the form of a swan that emerged from the whirlpool.

Since the whirlpool was still there, Roche strode over to the lake, knowing that this event was fey in origin, and thrust his fey sword into the waters, hoping for a response.

He got a response.

Three gigantic swan shaped water elemental surfaced and sped to attack Iomedaes champion. The battle lasted seconds…Io and Imajica each rendered an elemental helpless in some for or another and the remaining one was cut down quickly.

The longest part of the battle was waiting for the powerful spell Imajica placed on an elemental to wear off so it could be destroyed.

Once they were destroyed, the lake quickly returned to normal, but there was a corpse of a swan, emanating power still for some reason. As Roche got close to it, Evindra informed him that these were conduits for the fey power and they could also increase the power of his sword.

As she explained this fact, the sword absorbed some of the power and seemed to change, becoming cold iron.

Roche looked at the sword in awe and turned to the rest of the party to show them.

“What’s next?”

Durz luck with the birds


Durz looked over the lake and stared at the whirlpool. It was growing bigger as he watched. He hefted a rock and sent it skimming out into the whirlpool.


Durz threw coins at the nearest woman and turned away, knowing that the clearly awestruck damsel’s expression was one of adulation at seeing her hero, Durz, in the flesh. In fact, a flesh he was happy to show her more of…

…where the hells was his beer?

He turned and found the woman still standing there. Clearly she felt she was worth more money. Durz tilted his head. She might be if he had enough to drink.


He thrust several more coins into her hands and got ready to enjoy both women and ale in front of this spectacular water feature. He was sure it hadn’t been here last time. Obviously his magnetic charisma drove the people of this village…what the devil was this place called again…to create this whirlpool in his honour.

Then the shawl clad vixen (how the hells was he supposed to remember her name while she wore that?!) decided a dip in the lake was in order, but she soon looked troubled.


Durz leapt into the water, armour and all, only to find her walking out unharmed. Following her however, was a huge watery looking swan. Those other little people who followed Durz to bask in his glory and adventures suddenly stepped towards the lake.


He felt the righteous rage build inside as this huge watery pheasant denied him time with his beer and woman, and that same rage increased his size as he grew larger and larger until he was almost twice his normal height.

Swinging his mighty blade, he cleft large swaths of water from the thing. It was unable to survive the mighty barbarians rage long and disapated back to where it came.

Clearly the battle was won and the town had summoned a huge earth elemental in Durz’s honour as it rushed into the village and returned with the beer and woman he had been bellowing for.

For some reason, the tea-cup sized human that kept drawing scribbles into a note pad delighted in shooting a poor helpless swan (the real bird, the the giant watery tart Durz destroyed) with crossbow bolts. To each their own…

A small man waving a swivel stick at the birdy looked thankful to be in Durz’s presence so, Durz took him under his wing and showed him the ways of woman, ale and money at the local tavern.

Time blurred into fun (for EVERYONE) and for some reason, Durz’s old party members showed up. Standing up, he loudly greeted Imajica and in what can only be described as profound thanks on the behalf of the little elfy wizards for the heroism of Durz, he bought a round of drinks for the entire bar…

*For some reason, Durz has no recollection of any events after this moment, with one notable exception…the mighty Oret, he of the thundering mittens, arrived wearing the bear skin Durz had carefully harvested in his honour.

Swans, Evil viscious Swans
A Swan is not a Minotor i am told.

It was a fantastic day. Spending time with the family, no city’s plotting the downfall of our great nation, no monsters attacking, no unwanted bastards sighting unrest in our capital .. life was good.
All that changed when I received a message from my ranger protege in the B team ( our official scouting team ) He sent word from Drelave there is a massive whirlpool in the lake and a huge water elemental shaped as a swan had attacked them. please come now.

I gathered up the team and Imajica ported us to the location. We were met with the heroic tale of Durz and how he and he alone saved the world wile drinking and eating at the same time, one hand behind his back and making love to three wenches with is multi cock wile the rest of his team stayed back and cheered him on cheerleader style. Some of it I’m sure was a little exaggeration especially the “making love” Durz would never do that.

We went to see the whirlpool for our selves. After a bit of poking and prodding from our magic users we were greeted by three very large water swans hell bent on making us not alive.
The start of the fight was quite good as one was held by our cleric and Imajica said to the party “look that swan is not a Minotor” as he flung a spell at the center Swan. He chuckled to himself as he had apparently trapped the poor thing in a magical maze for ten minutes he told us later.
The King did a powerful spell to the third one, it did not look good after that. Now we had a flying pally over the water hitting the first held swan a porting monk landing in it and thrashing about a mage begrudgingly casting spells at it wile the rest of us struggled to even get close to it. The third one went down but the first one was only being chipped away at. Eventually it collapsed and we then had to wait for the maze one to reappear.
A plan was made and when it made it back from the maze we were ready and made short work of it.
As that happened all the swans that were around flew off in different directions and one turned up dead and Roche placed his new sword upon it and some sort of power went into it making it sharper more sturdy. I did not know swans did this.

Something tells me that those swans are up to no good. More trouble is on its way.

In which the Kingdom grows, settles and omens begin to show

Our return to Shrike City was brisk. Teleportation is both powerful and extremely useful.

Our first port of call (after checking in at the castle) was to see our resident Nereid. With both her shawl and the mighty sword, Briar, in our possession, she was very glad to see us. Re-united with her magical shawl, she seemed to regain a measure of her knowledge of the sword as well.

The evil (and now, at least partially insane) nymph fell in love with the wrong being and was cursed by those ruled the First Realm (the realm of the fairies) to never be able to love again, and cut away that part of her soul and crafted a mystical sword from it…Briar. This explains why she is looking for it. She’s looking to get back her soul. Whether she can do anything with it remains to be seen…

The sword has a myriad of powers, but apparently, these are mostly dormant, and will be activated again by killing fae. I sincerely hope that the sword doesn’t become any more powerful than it already is. Killing fae seems almost sacrilegious for some reason.

With no other immediate leads and no other pressing business, we turned to the scouting reports we had waiting in the war room.

Plenty of land had been explored and claimed on behalf of our now large fiefdom. We are now approaching the size of any of the other kingdoms in the area.

Some armies had been seen, some wyverns and a talking mammoth.

The wyverns had destroyed a small town, decimating it, leaving no survivors. Once their source of relatively easy food disappeared, they flew off, dispersing as they did so.

Two other armies were of more concern however. A large giant cavalry, riding captured mammoths and a gigantic army of barbarians loomed at the edges of our kingdom. Imajica had the bright idea to send the two armies off to fight against each other (since they appeared to hate the other anyway). However, he decided for some reason to send them off to fight each other, but not to the same place.

An unusual tactic and one that I fervently hope doesn’t cost us in the long term.

Once they had been dealt with, an ancient, talking mammoth was next on the list to investigate. It seemed that the mammoth burial grounds were sacred and all the other mammoths had been kept away out of fear of some form of gigantic flying snake. Imajica assured me that it was called (to be filled in when I can remember what the creature is).

We knew where it resided as the mammoth was able to tell us that much. With little other information to go on, we simply prepared as best we could with blessings from Iomedae, nature and arcane as well.

A gigantic snake, wingless, rose from the end of a box canyon, spewing magma as it rose. For all it’s obvious size and physical intimidation, this beast proved to be little more than that, a beast. As such, our powerful combination of preparation, magical abilities and items along with years of fighting as a group meant this creature was never in with a chance. Its death spelled the end of its reign of terror and the mammoths were able to return to their sacred place.

Throughout all this, Briar has felt right on my hip. It grows more comfortable each day, and the investment in a couple of magical items to help utilize it more efficiently have paid dividends.

The obvious threats Elklund now taken care of, I turned my attention back to our newly acquired city, Pitax. Returning there, I intended to set up some manner of way we could maintain control while leaving it essentially to run itself.

One name stuck out to me, but there was ample risk as well. Ashularae. Somehow, Imajica had found her and convinced her to return to Pitax, allowing me to offer her a role under our pay.

The role itself didn’t seem to interest her, but digging deeper, it seems that the village the wyverns destroyed was her home, and her family had still resided there. With a promise made under the eye of Iomedae to find and resurrect her family, she suddenly became significantly more appreciative of the offer and I feel that she can now be left to run things from behind the scenes.

Hopefully this means a time of peace for Elklund…

We are now worthy of a full explanation ?
Looks like there is trouble ahead.

After the downfall of the King of Pitax we needed to make sure the city was looked after so panic did not set in.

We decided to make the four original family’s that were in power before heads of state that answer to us. I was not part of the talks but i am told it went well.

We went back home and gave the Neriad her shall back and showed her that we have the sword Bryier.
“Owwww Fantastic now i will tell you everything i know . i could have before but now i see you with the sword its now different” Sigh

Now we know why this Nymph wants it so bad …. its part of her. you know i would want it back too if i were her. But i think she is a little crazy now thinking she is a god so it looks like there is trouble ahead.

Not really knowing what to do next we looked at the scouts reports and looked at anything interesting that they had found.
They found a few army’s, a nest of Wyrverns, and old Mammoth. They had done quite well even though having Dirz with them.

Our more talkative members tried to pit the remaining army’s against each other will some success.
This left us with time to go talk to the mammoth who could speak common .. . . not a everyday occurrence.

He told us his kind were being attacked by a type of dragon and showed us where we could find this beast.

It was a kind of Snake dragon it flew with no wings ( nothing much surprises me anymore )
Spewing out “Magmaaa” it was a terrible sight. The height of many men it did have some trouble hitting us it tried and tried to bite us with no success.
Oret put an end to the eminence creature by hopping on its back as it lifted from the ground. a few sharp smacks to the head and it fell to the ground.

Where to next ? not sure looks like we should make some plans in case this Nymph turns up looking for part of herself.

And what is behind door number 1???

Door number 2 – 1,000,000

After getting into the Pitaxe kings castle it became obvious just how insane he is (was hahahahahahahaha).

We get in and have to fight legions of defenders because we decided to go in a service entrance which was highly guarded (EVEN AT NIGHT!!!!!) yet the main doors had no guards go figure.

After some brilliant controlling of the fight we managed to rid ourselves of the troublesome guards and search the castle. We finally found the king after going through hundreds of thousands of doors and dispatched him and his pet Naga.

We have now found the shawl and sword we were looking for.

Onwards to victory ……. and beyond!!!

The King is dead Long live the King
Its Oret

I had had enough of waiting at the back. The spell users were making it less than ideal to go and stand toe to toe with the ogers so i went to see if i could strike them from behind.

After a bit of walking and going through MORE doors i managed to find another way into the hall where the enemy were fighting.
There were also many more guards. Thinking it would be foolish to charge at them i decided to snip them with my crossbow.
But before i could let one bolt loose they all surrendered.

After a little chat they showed us a secret door and said that where the king goes for the night.

The floor plan to this place is insane we were greeted with a plethora of doors.

There were doors leading in every direction. The King ( ours ) decided to clear the main floor before venturing down however this did not stop him taking a detour up a flight of stairs at his first possible chance ( yes i smell hypocrisy upon you sir ) we were then attacked by a nasty looking cat thing. Apparently it was nasty but our mage took one look at this nasty cat thing and decided to turn it into a sheep….. A SHEEP and what is worse or better depending on how you look at it the nasty cat thing now thinks she is a Sheep.

I do fear this is not the last we will see of this now Sheep.

Eventually we went down one of the stairwells only to find the king and his pet naga.
I let out some inspiring words to the party to make them hit any target with precise accuracy hopeing to end this fight quick.

Well it didn’t. Hitting, Grappling, Bamphing, Fire, Scrolls, Healing, Pushing, natching of teeth and finally he dies.

He had spent nearly all the kingdoms money on himself and whatever he was after.
His last words were “she did not come for me” we surmise it is the Fey lady that is after the sword. The sword we now have it was in a secret area of his room.

Now i think we need to appoint the old family’s leadership rolls under our command of Pitax at least until we know what and how we are going to deal with this Fey creature that has caused so much grief.

And i need to know if it is her that has been impersonating me and my family and what really happened to my farther.

In which kings fall and the sheep of a nation becomes our nemesis

With little to recommend staying in the same place, I flew over to the Ogre Mage to ensure that it couldn’t simply keep casting spells at us and harming the rest of my friends.

I’m glad I was flying however, as Khan decided to turn the ground beneath me into a hot pool of tar, trapping everybody in the next room in the black, sticky, foul smelling stuff. The Ogre Mage wore more blows from my sword as I called on Iomedae to assist in ending the evil creatures life.

Between my sword, the burning tar and the insane, blind troll attacking as well, we broke the Ogre Mage’s morale and it fled somehow, simply disappearing somewhere before my very eyes.

Turning and looking into what could only be the opulent throne room, there was a large number of Pitax guards looking concerned as I flew towards them.

“Stand down and you’ll live.”

It turns out Imajica had no desire to waste more of his precious arcane energy on mere guards. I flew towards them swinging my sword at the same time, and as I arrived, the whole group of them dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. Imajica clearly has a way with words…

The guards were not able to tell us where the King had gone, but one of them was able to give us the vague direction of a possible secret door.

What followed was a frustrating search through more doors, followed by more doors, frequently hidden behind more secret doors.Our moment of concern showed its face in the upstairs library. While searching through yet more doors (this whole palace needs to be razed to the ground and rebuilt…), Khan felt the unmistakable feeling of somebody watching him and called out.

Weapons ever at the ready in a hostile environment, we turned, looking for the threat. When nothing was forthcoming, it was only Learions clear headed battle training that allowed us to act without being surprised.

Khan was able to identify the creature as a weretiger, even as her blades were finding their way through his armour and into his kidneys.

“More like were…sheep!”

There was an odd mumble from Imajica as his arcane powers came to the fore again, and suddenly, in the place of a menacing humanoid tiger, a sheep stood in her place…

The suprise was total from most of us, except Imajica, who simply laughed in the face of our former enemy.

What we have never, as a group or individually been able to explain afterwards is where the sheep got to. She simply disappeared, with the eerie feeling that our deaths had been fortold…by sheep…

Many more doors and even a few more secret doors were found, but eventually, we found a way down, which Learion swore was the way to go, and for once in the last several hours of searching, Khan and he agreed on a direction.

Down the stairs we marched, with Oret confirming that there was likely the King behind the very door we discovered, along with an unknown female.

With a few seconds to prepare, Io called upon the blessings of Iomedae and we burst through the door, directly into a hail of razor blades being fired from the strange staff King Castruccio Irovetti had been carrying around.

His female companion was some form of snake woman that I had not seen before. She immediately started casting spells and therefore became public enemy number one for everybody except Learion, who continued to focus ALL of his attention (and any of ours he could command) on Irovetti.

The snake woman was quick to go down under the combined fire of everybody in he party, but when Oret attempted to grapple with the King, he simply disappeared. Horrow that he might escape yet again, we frantically looked for any sign of him.

Thankfully, he was as keen to kill us are we were him, and he called us out from beyond the ornate drapes between us and the rest of the room the King inhabited.

A large, natural cavern with a large watery section was found, and the king was waiting for us.more spells led to Oret attempting to grapple the King again, although this time, the King was blind. Irovetti teleported again, past the wall of fire that had been set up behind him into a small semblance of freedom.

He rummaged around in his belongings for something, fished out a scroll, unrolled it and stopped momentarily as he cursed, unable to read it through the magical blindness. A very short time later, the evil King was dead, Iomedae’s blessing thankfully providing the means to defeat him.

Plenty of chests littered this area. It was clearly the treasury. The chests were all empty, Irovetti having bankrupted his kingdom for his own pleasures. We were able to find a final secret door that led into a watery area.

Floating in here was a large piece of cloth, in which, wrapped a fantastic sword. The cloth was identified as our Nereids shawl. The sword? this appeared to be the very sword the Nereid was trying to protect.

With nobody else keen to carry it, I slung it on my hip. It was strange, but it really felt like it belonged there. I think more time will be needed to find out what this sword is capable of.


A strange thing happened whilst in the Fight of Pitax.

In the middle of the combat just a the King showed his face and joined the fight, time seamed to stand still. It felt like an age had passed before it started once more.

I am unsure if it was a spell of an higher being or not for it own amusement but being self aware of ones self and not being able to move or act is a cruel act indeed.

I call this state Limbo.


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