Hawkes Bay Kingmaker

What goes up must ..... umm stay up?

So we are in the keep and Imagica starts showing an interest in Flora and Fauna so I decide it my be best to stay with him for a bit in case he did something he shouldn’t to the trees. Eventually we return to the room with the pool of water. As we head on in further things look decidedly familiar. These are the halls I say in my vision when I Scried for Poppa Tanister. So the guys decide we should head up stairs to try and clear out as many of the Fey Bitches Minions as possible. The trouble is these halls look exactly the same. A few small empty rooms later we find a couple of Wyverns having a bit of a chat in the dining room. We quickly dispatched them but not before some of us took a bit of damage. We all thought we were in for something cool when we found a secret door. Unfortunately it only lead to servants quarters which were all empty aswell. A bit later we come upon an Angel, he seemed to be saying stuff that didnt make sense and it was as if he didnt really want to say it. Before the confrontation became deadly I cast Greater Dispel Magic and poof he was gone. But then we got attacked by a mage with the worst case of worms I have ever seen. Interestingly he cast anti gravity which caused a bit of an interesting combat. Just when we were getting on top he vanished… To be continued.

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In which all corridors look like Khan's memory

We tried to make our way further into the castle, but Imajica and Khan decided a quick look around the courtyard and the trees there was in order first. Knowing that those two had plenty of ways to deal with any situations that might come up, the rest of us waited, some more patiently than others, in the pool room.

They came back with little additional information, so we moved deeper into the castle. Khan immediately recognised these passages as the ones he saw when scrying on Learions fathers. Knowing that this meant we would be lead to the last place we saw Nyrissa, it was suggested that we take a different route to ensure that we had cleared out the castle of any potential help she might have.

Up the stairs it was then.

Khan immediately recognised these corridors as the ones he looked at while scrying for Learions father…hmmm…something of an issue here then, since apparently all these passages are going to look similar.

Some searching around found bedrooms, store rooms and a large, run down, dining room. Which happened to be populated with two large wyverns. Having fought them previously,, I stood in the doorway to allow the rest of the party to get their spells and weapons ready.

Unfortunately, the wyverns were quicker to react than us and bit, raked, and stabbed me with their tail stingers and one of them then grabbed me with its large claws and pulled me closer to its mouth, saliva and halitosis bearing down on me.

At least the other wyvern was quickly dispatched. Realising that its companion was dead, the one that held my, not so tenderly I might add, in its strong claws, let me go and attacked any who came near it. Including Io! He had stepped into the fray to heal me as I looked to be bleeding and in some serious difficulty. He managed that, but suffered a frightful wound of his own and was poisoned for bad measure.

The final wyvern died quickly after that, but it came down to an unlikely source to cure the poison and save my son. Imajica was able to convert his arcane magics into something resembling divine power and removed the poison from Io, much to everybodies relief.

A secret door was found, and a short exploratory trip later revealed nothing of urgent importance, so we made our way over a bridge adjoining this dining hall and the next room. But not before Oret had ventured downstairs to ensure the sounds of battle hadn’t drawn in more opponents. He advised us there was nothing there, other than a sense of him being watched.

We stepped onto the bridge and were stopped in our tracks by an angel! Who claimed to be protecting Nyrissa! Some foul magics were afoot here, and I tried to find a way to talk to the angel and see if it was being held against its will.

Khan took a more direct route. He attempted to dispel any protective magics the angel might have, but instead, it winked from existence. Imajica has been trying to explain to me ever since that this was not actually an angel, but simply a summoned creature and therefore was not acting on the will of the heavens, but I’ve had trouble following the extremely academic explanations, since all I can really understand is that an angel appeared, it was an angel, it acted like an angel, it certainly wasn’t evil…so under the slightly less academic argument…if it looks like a duck, it sounds like a duck, it acts like a duck…surely it’s a duck? Angel? Sigh…too complicated for me. Either way, Khan used the right magic at the right time.

Suddenly spells went off, and we hadn’t cast them. Several members of our party went completely still and the man made of worms was floating off to one side. What followed was a frustrating game of cat and mouse as the enemy went invisible and moved while casting spells. Thankfully, Khan was able to highlight where the creature was and we could now follow it.

The creature reversed the gravity in the area, but that actually worked more to our advantage as those who were stuck on the bridge out of reach were suddenly able to walk on the ceiling and charge at the mage as it was floating within reach. Several strong strikes later and the mage was reeling back in pain, but it’s not finished yet…

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Who lets wyverns sit on the table?
What wriggling man?

Standing at the next set of doors waiting for the rest of the party to ready them selves took muck longer that I was expecting. Our mage decided to go on a grad tour of the courtyard inspect every tree and blade of grass before finally coming back and continuing on our path.

We opened the door and found our self in a corridor that our druid said look similar with his vision looked in a few rooms and then decided to go to another floor not in keeping with our normal search pattern but meh!

Up a flight of stairs and a few rooms later we open a door and are greeted by two very large Wyverns lounging on the two dining room tables. They flared up and attacked. The pally took a few blows and then ran on in and got picked up by one of the beasts.

I swung my sword into one of the Wyverns and felt like I hit a vulnerable spot on the evil creature and did some serious damage to the beast. It was finished of seconds later.
The second on was alone and was holding the pally and licking him in spots where even a Wyvern should not dare to lick. It decided to drop the pally as it was being hit from every side by the party. It bit poor Io and then fell to its wounds.

Io was poisoned and was fading fast. Our mage swooped into action and saved him with a well times spell.

We found a secret door and I used my key to get past the lock. more bed rooms and stuff nothing to interesting.

We went to go across a small bridge over the top of the throne room into next part of the upper castle and were greeted by a angelic being telling us that the Nymph was protected by god!!! WHAT!! the Nymph?? we talking about the same thing here???
Suddenly the druid cast a spell the angelic thing dissipated in a puff of smoke and all I can remember now is not being able to move hearing chaos all around me then floating or falling into the ceiling. Lets hope its not permanent!!!

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In which we learn the Linnorm was named Bad Jelly

The fight was going badly and we were being forced onto the back foot. At this point, Learion gasped in surprise as he slapped his hand into his full plate armour’s back pocket (yeah, go figure that particular accessory out).

_It was dingle mouse. He had forgotten that he had put him there the day before.
Learion started to cry and told Dingle mouse that the Linnorm is going to eat us all up with peanut butter!. But then suddenly Dingle mouse cried out “I got-a Idea! I know a big strong eagle called Jim. He is my friend and he owes me money!. Ill go try and get him” Then Dingle mouse jumped out of my pocket and ran off to find Jim.

Learion yelled “Please hurry, Hurry the Linnorm is going to eat us soon.”

So Dingle Mouse ran, he ran as fast as he could, he ran so fast his tail caught fire and he had to sit in a bucked of cold water to put it out. piiissshhhhh!!! “That’s better” Dingle Mouse said.

After a few more attacks on the Linoorm and Dingle mouse had reached the Tree where Jim the giant Eagle was asleep.

JIM! JIM WAKE UP!! JIM WAKE UP!!! JIM YABBA DABBA DOO!!

Dingle mouse looked at Jim and he still was the same old Jim. Jim was a beautiful Eagle, he had brown feathers on his body, white feathers on his head a big yellow break and blue eyes and he was nearly as strong as god!

“HURRY UP JIM! The Linnorm is going to eat the party soon with peanut butter!”

So Jim the Eagle quickly took off his pajamas. Dingle Mouse jumped on Jim’s back and away they flew.

“Faster Jim Faster the Linnorm is winning the fight HURRY HURRY” Dingle Mouse said.

Still fighting the Linnorm Learion yelled out to the others " Can you see anyone coming to save us?"

“No No we can’t” said the party. “Look” Learion said “The Linnorm is about to breath on us again!!”

The Linnorm let out and Evil and very long cackle " I’m going to get you" with another Evilly long cackle.

“Look” I said “in the distance its Jim the eagle, Jim the Eagle is coming!”

The Linnorm was inhaling for its final death breath on the party and then Jim the Eagle flew up to the party and said “quick get on my back, Hurry” the Linnorm was starting to breath out “STOP THEM” screamed the Linnorm “ahhhhaaaa Stop them!”

But the party was on the mighty eagles back and away we flew away from the terrible Linnorm.

The linnorm was so angry it screamed “STINKY POO!!! Stinky Poo Stinky Poo knickers knickers knickers” and then started to chase after the party. It said “I have some magic powder that I’m going to chuck on you and turn you into china-mans legs!”

Jim the eagle flew up and up and he hid inside a cloud and the Linnorm flew around and around, around and around the cloud it flew waiting for Jim and the party to come out.

Just then God came along and when he saw what the wicked Linnorm was going to do to the party he told the Linnorm “GO AWAY!” “NO I WONT, I WONT” said the Linnorm and tried to scrach Gods eyes out. So God pointed his finger at the Linnorm and zap, thump he had made the Linnorm Burst like a balloon and disappear like smoke.

When Jim the Eagle saw that the Linnorm was dead he flew the party back down to the castle entrance. We then said our goodbyes._

That ended possibly the most bizarre event of our already very strange adventuring careers.

We were confronted by some massive portcullis gates. A little gentle ribbing towards Learion saw he not only attempt to lift the gate, but succeed! It’s amazing what some reverse psychology can do…

The sight that greeted us was terrifying and straight from Learion’s nightmare. It was the fabled jabberwocky. Huge, terrifying and moved to attack us as soon we moved further into bailey.

The fight was confusing, dangerous and we had significant trouble harming the beast. However, Briar was determined to see the end of it and seemed to be sneaking through its defences slightly more often than I would normally do on the creature of this magnitude.

Magic rained down in the form of summoned creatures as Imajica and Khan found directly affecting it was supremely difficult. In the end, the mighty beast fell.

The previous two fights had taxed our spellcasters greatly and Io, Khan and Imajica were looking forward to some much needed rest. Unfortunately, the last rest was less than a couple of hours ago and we are in the middle of the enemy castle.

Searching for somewhere that might be suitable, we stumbled across some undead horses in the stables. Not sure what to do about them, Imajica discerned that these were likely summoned creates rather than undead, so we left them alone for the time being.

The last place to look before going into the castle proper turned out to be a pool room, surrounded by thousands of tiny demonic statues, all frowning or crying, with the exception of one smiling statue that a sharp eyed compatriot spotted.

We removed the smiling statue and the room, previously dull, musty, and diseased room suddenly changed into a pristine, sparkling room with beautiful clear pool in the centre.

I had a drink from the pool, and it was both delicious and extremely refreshing. We decided to leave the rest of the water alone in case we needed some extra healing later on.

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A good story helps
Thanks Jim

We approached the castle gate and as expected the Green Dragon we spotted the day before rose up and attacked.

I was told It was a linnorm Dragon but with two heads this made very little difference to me as it did not effect how I was going to deal with it.
I hit things as hard as I can when I can reach them and if I can not I fire pointy things at it from afar.
This case it was the latter. It seamed to shrug off all the attacks that hit it, it was going to be a long fight.
But just as it looked as though all was lost something surprising happened. And this is as best as I can recall what happened.

As I was sending sharp pointy things flying at the two headed Linnorm I felt something in my Trouser pocket move.
It was dingle mouse, I had forgotten that I had put him there the day before.
I started to cry and told Dingle mouse that the Linnorm is going to eat us all up with peanut butter!. But then suddenly Dingle mouse cried out “I got-a Idea! I know a big strong eagle called Jim. He is my friend and he owes me money!. Ill go try and get him” Then Dingle mouse jumped out of my pocket and ran off to find Jim.
I yelled out Please Hurry, Hurry the Linnorm is going to eat us soon.

So Dingle Mouse ran, he ran as fast as he could, he ran so fast his tail caught fire and he had to sit in a bucked of cold water to put it out. piiissshhhhh!!! “That’s better” Dingle Mouse said.

After a few more attacks on the Linoorm and Dingle mouse had reached the Tree where Jim the giant Eagle was asleep.
JIM! JIM WAKE UP!! JIM WAKE UP!!! JIM YABBA DABBA DOO!!
Dingle mouse looked at Jim and he still was the same old Jim. Jim was a beautiful Eagle, he had brown feathers on his body, white feathers on his head a big yellow break and blue eyes and he was nearly as strong as god!
HURRY UP JIM! The Linnorm is going to eat the party soon with peanut butter!”
So Jim the Eagle quickly took off his pajamas.
Dingle Mouse jumped on Jim’s back and away they flew. “Faster Jim Faster the Linnorm is winning the fight HURRY HURRY” Dingle Mouse said.

Still fight the Linnorm I yelled out to the others " can you see anyone coming to save us?"
“No No we cant” said the party. “Look” I said “the Linnorm is about to breath on us again!!”
The Linnorm let out and Evil and very long cackle " I’m going to get you" with another Evilly long cackle.
“Look” I said “in the distance its Jim the eagle, Jim the Eagle is coming!”
The Linnorm was inhaling for its final death breath on the party and then Jim the Eagle flew up to the party and said “quick get on my back, Hurry” the Linnorm was starting to breath out “STOP THEM” screamed the Linnorm “ahhhhaaaa Stop them!”
But the party was on the mighty eagles back and away we flew away from the terrible Linnorm.
The linnorm was so angry it screamed “STINKY POO!!! Stinky Poo Stinky Poo knickers knickers knickers” and then started to chase after the party. It said “I have some magic powder that I’m going to chuck on you and turn you into china-mans legs!”
Jim the eagle flew up and up and he hid inside a cloud and the Linnorm flew around and around, around and around the cloud it flew waiting for Jim and the party to come out.
Just then God came along and when he saw what the wicked Linnorm was going to do to the party he told the Linnorm “GO AWAY!” “NO I WONT, I WONT” said the Linnorm and tried to scrach Gods eyes out. So God pointed his finger at the Linnorm and Zap thump he had made the Linnorm Burst like a balloon and disappear like smoke.
When Jim the Eagle saw that the Linnorm was dead he flew the party back down to the castle entrance. We then said our goodbyes.

Well that is how I remember it the rest of the party may have a different view point.

Next we had to get into the castle so I was bet by the pally that I could not lift the portcullis “right ill show you” and it was a struggle to lift and the party standing around having a chat wile i was holding it open was more that a challenge but i was not going to show any strain on my face and as soon as they had eventually walked through I let it go, Ha! take that one you Pally.

Smugness was soon replaced with terror as I saw what was waiting for us.
There was a jabbawockee !!!
It was easily the hardest fight we have ever done. It was flying all around the castle, confusing some of us, eye beaming us, clawing us, biting us but in the end we prevailed.
Most of the magic users are now not looking forward to continuing on as I think they are nearly spent.

We looked around a bit and found a stable of undead horses we are going to leave them alone at the moment as they could have a curse on them that could be lifted if we Kill the Nymph.

Up stairs we came across a small room with many many statues of little unhappy demons and one happy demon. We removed the happy one and the room transformed before our eyes.
A pool of water formed in the fountain and plants grew to full bloom. The Pally took a drink of the water and felt fantastic but this left us with only about two more drinks worth. We decided to leave the rest there encase we need it.

On to the next room.

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In which acid baths are found to be overrated

A jet black crone, standing taller than me, hunched over, with massive long talons for fingernails ambled over to us. The dragon we had just killed lay still, oozing from a multitude of wounds and she seemed not the slightest concerned.

In fact, she wanted to chat and have a cup of tea. She was so polite, but Iomedae practically screamed at me that this creature was a great evil. My moral dilemma was that she was making no threatening moves, not trying to attack in any way, simply offering us a cup of tea back in her hut.

Nothing made me comfortable and moral compass veered wildly between smiting the evil being to letting her live because she posed no threat currently. With no ability to make a final decision myself, I popped back into the faerie ring and asked Andromeda Niska if she knew anything about this sort of hag and if they could be left to their own devices.

“Why aren’t you already killing it?”

It seemed to me that somebody who knew a lot more about hags made the call, and I was willing to trust her judgement as she had more than earned it over the past several years.

I stepped out of the faerie ring and immediately attacked. Within seconds, the evil crone was on her back from magic slamming into her and several large gashes graced her, courtesy of Learion, Oret and I.

Before we could finish her off, a large stone golem lumbered out of the forest, intent on protecting its mistress. Immediately trapped in a pit, it ceased to be a threat, but by the time we turned back to the hag, she had teleported to who only knows where.

The magical pit finally wore off and the stone golem re-appeared, but it was no match for our now mighty party. An ancient black dragon, this thing was not…

With little other options, we headed in the direction the tracks the hag had made led us in. This eventually took us to her hut, which was conspicuously empty. No other leads jumped out at us, so it was decided to head back to the castle.

This was a lengthy trip and Andromeda had decided to come with us.

Arriving at our destination, we were greeted by the castle, restored back to its full glory. It looked exactly like the illusion of it did, but this was clearly no illusion this time. The castle was back and looking formidable.

Lying at the front of the gates was a large, wingless, two headed dragon. imajica informed us this was a similar creature to the linnorm we had fought previously, but was unable to provide us with any other pertinent information.

With little other choice, I moved towards the great beast, only to be greeted by it flying towards us and unleashing a violent gout of acid over me. While I am more resistant to acid than most, the pain was immense and I called on Iomedae to heal me as I brought Briar to bear on it.

Khan unleashed some of the most concentrated weather and summoning spells I have ever seen him do, and still, the great beast not only with stood it all, but simply moved away. Four giant rocs, one of which was even larger than the linnorm itself, a typhoon whirling above our heads and other magical effects flew at it, only to be dismissed with scary ease.

And on top of that, it was able to use both heads to breath more acid on me, two streams colliding and inflicting as much pain as I recall ever feeling. Io called all the melee warriors in our party back to him and I have retreated at his urging.

Iomedae preserve us!

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The Hag that nearly helped.

The Hag came towards us and looked like she wanted to talk.
A little confused by this I tried to work out if she was going to deceive us or actually help.

She claimed to be one of the Nymphs neighbors and she had borrowed a cup of sugar from the nymph from time to time. She said she was not for or against us killing the Nymph.
I did not believe her though, she seemed very disingenuous.

The pally went to ask Andromida about hags and it must not have been flattering news because he came out swinging so I followed his lead.

Within seconds the druid had put the hag flat on the ground with a spell i have never seen before. The Hag must have been scared because she called out to her Stone Gollem to help and that Gollem was swallowed by the ground thanks to the mage.

Before I had the change to swing my sword the Hag had cast a spell and teleported away. We waited for the Gollem to pop out of the ground. As soon as it did it was attacked from all sides and eventually fell.

We decided to go looking for the Hag it took most of the day but we came across her house but no one was home.

Next we decided to go back to the 1000 Voices area to see if anything had changed there.

Once we got there we saw that it was no longer an illusion but it was now a fully formed castle again. We took the opportunity to rest and are about to go and see if we can kill the Castles guardian a Green two headed dragon thingie.

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In which we break something new

We had a plan. It was simple. Kill as many of the evil Nymphs lieutenants as possible.

To that end, we, using the map Briar had conveniently placed in my head, trekked in a specific direction to try and find as many as possible before going to kill Nyrissa. We had killed some treants and a giant and made our way further into the Thousand Breaths towards what looked like the resting place of the Rook from our dreams.

We entered its domain and there was a large rock formation, approximately a mile high some distance ahead of us. We could clearly see the rook perched at the top of it. That rook was massive. Simply massive.

As soon as we moved further, it swooped off the perch and dive bombed us, snatching Learion in its beak, but not before Oret had teleported up to it and tried to punch it into submission. While the plan was brave, it lacked a little finesse and he promptly fell about two hundred feet to land on the forest floor. I can still hear the “thoooommmmm” in my sleep from when he landed.

Unfortunately, while we could see whether Oret was alive, the rook took Learion and looked to be taking him to a great height to simply drop to his death as well. I couldn’t let that happen, so I repeated my spell from the giant combat, transferring Learion and myself.

Right into the beak of the mammoth bird! And the strength in that beak was phenomenal. At least, if the bird did drop me, I would be able to fly away, relatively unharmed.

This turned out to be unnecessary. Imajica invoked a great spell and both the rook and I were teleported back to the ground, next to the group, with me out of the birds beak. A mighty spell and timely as well.

And since the rook was trapped on the ground for a few moments, the party laid into it with furious abandon and it was soon no more than a gargantuan corpse.

The only thing left to do was check and see if the rook had stored any items of use in its nest, far up near the top of the rock formation. I tried flying up, but was unable to do so. It appears that one must have certain powers to fly far in this dimension.

Oret kindly climbed to the top, and a long exhausting climb it must have been, because he simply didn’t have the strength to climb back down and fell almost the entire way…further than his fall from the rook, not so long prior…

That “whoommpphhh” still reverberates like tinnitus to this day. Io was all set to start raising the monk from death, but he rose, looking a lot worse for wear, and walked towards us, apparently able to survive falls that would kill anybody else.

We were about to gather our thoughts and carry on when the voices that had been going constantly suddenly stopped talking and started screaming. It felt as though I was being pulled apart molecule by molecule. Thankfully, I blacked out and woke to find myself (and the rest of the group) back in the Thousand Voices…our own realm, and the gateway to Nyrissa’s realm of the Thousand Breaths.

Khan suggested a rest in his mushroom dimensional pocket, and I gladly agreed. The trip had proved painful, and I was ready for a rest. Andromeda Niska appeared to be having some significant difficulty moving and conversing since the Thousand Breaths had been ripped from it’s own dimension and she also needed a rest. Khan cast the spell and then had a quick scout while we made ourselves comfortable.

Our rest was quickly interrupted by a frantic mole heaving itself into the area, flopping onto the earth and transforming back into Khan. He had been spotted and chased by the very black dragon we had been hunting.

Since there was no way the dragon could get into the area, and we were sorely needing rest, we simply camped for the evening, restless as it may have been.

Khan walked out and found himself in the darkness of fog. He tried a mighty spell to get rid of it, but was unsuccessful. He retreated and Io and imajica bravely stepped out to see if the Dragon had gone but found only fog as well. The fog didn’t last much longer as the two casters were breathed on by the dragon, and both suffered terrible acid burns and stumbled back into the pocket dimension.

After some clerical healing and a multitude of powerful spells to increase our combat effectiveness and resistances, we all charged out to face the dragon.

It was a mighty beast, and was clearly a powerful spell caster in its own right. Thankfully, while it was extremely difficult to penetrate its thick scales, we were able to wear it down and it looks like the fall of the Thousand Breaths impacted on it as well, slowing it enough that we could get close enough to hit it with everything we had, spells and weapons alike.

It was unable to fly away and this ultimately cost its life. This was easily the most difficult combat I can remember, and it seems as though there is only more to come as some of the more perceptive of the group spotted a disgusting hag coming out of the surrounding forest as well…

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What do they feed the birds in this place?
I pity the statues

After putting an end the the four armed frost giant I was expecting something to happen.
But what happened after defeating the next opponent no one could have guessed that.

We were walking towards a massive stone pillar and on top of it was a very large looking Black Bird. Thinking “man that pillar is tall and we can see this bird without much difficulty it must be quite large”.
Turns out quite large is a massive understatement.
The Rook (as it turned out to be) dive bombed us at great speed and scooped me up in its beak and decided I would be a nice snack. I easily fitted inside its mouth as it nom’ed upon me.
Seeing my friends become smaller dots on the ground I made ready for my inevitable death and made peace with the world,
Its a shame I was on another plane of existence and my final resting place is a place filled with screaming and talking voices 24/7.

Then suddenly I was standing on the ground next to the rest of the party all apart from our pally. He has magically removed me from the Rooks beak and replaced himself there.
Our Monk decided teleporting to the Rook and giving it a thwack on its head was a great idea until it came to the falling part. He fell a very long way but got right back up dusted himself off and continued on.
I fired some shards at the Rook from my staff I acquired from the King of Pitax to no avail.
Our Mage ( he likes to call himself now soon to be Archmage ) sensing this could be the end of our pally again, somehow managed to get the Rook from far away and placed it on the ground next to the party.
With the Rook on the ground we all then took to it with all that we had and it soon fell.
Just to be sure the Monk put in a few more hits I’m not entirely sure he knew it was a “past” Rook but good to be sure.
Our monk then climbed the rock pillar to see if any loot was up there. He then decided that falling off the 200ft pillar was a great idea because he can slow his decent with his hands. He had never attempted such a great fall and his hands gave out some of the way down and fell with a tremendous thud. Luckily he survived two falls of death this day.

Then it happened.

I felt like I was being turned inside out. I was not sure what way was up or down, and the voices had stopped and we were no longer in 1000 Breaths, but a sort of mish mashed up version of our world and theirs.
I think we had done what the researches warned us about “uprooted” 1000 breaths and sort of done to 1000 breaaths what the Nymph was going to do to our Kingdom. How does that feel bitch???

We needed a rest after the Fall ( i’m going to call it that ) Our Druid made us a magical sleeping realm for the night then wanted to just take one last look around. A few moments later a crazed mole dived in the portal opening into our sleeping quarters and changed back into the Druid. It turns out he was spotted by a large black dragon who was hell bent on ending the Druids life force.

After a tense nights sleep we opened the portal door to see it was very foggy. We all buffed up and went out into the mist.
I came out to darkness and was met with a huge smack to the nose. The dragon was waiting and had cast many spells to hamper us.

It was a longish fight and the Dragon was not as deadly as he could have been, It look’s like anything that was native to 1000 breaths is suffering at the moment due to being ripped out of their realm, well that’s the theory at the moment.

Just after the Dragon was defeated we all saw a hideous looking hag thing stumble out of the woods heading towards us looking very pissed off.

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In which we see the fruit of our blooms

After collecting the bloom from the Troll (which happened to be a necklace of tiny pixies trapped in little cages, immediately broken free of said cages and released to be with their, conveniently, related pixie sister we had back at the castle), we made a unanimous decision to travel to the Thousand Breaths, using the power of our collected blooms.

Cara was very confident in her ability to get home and Oret seems to have developed enough trust in her to let her do as she wished. Who am I to stop her from travelling that was when I would have done so myself?

Our goal was the very same elven ruins we had been too not so long prior. This time however, we were aware of the illusion so it did nothing to distract us. Khan pulled out the blooms and as suggested, a portal whomphed into existence.

The trip through was rough. It was as though somebody had grabbed me by my intestines and yanked me through a door. I was pleased to be through…although the whole area was totally suffused with, probably, a thousand voices, all talking at the same time. It was distracting.

But not as distracting as an additional voice in my head. It turns out that the trip into the Thousand Breaths imbued Briar with more power and now it was able to communicate with me telepathically, as well as cast some spells. It appears that at this stage, Briar and I are moving in the same direction, but I have a feeling that it will continue to attempt to dominate me and we will be forced to part ways in some manner. While I am here though, Briar is an invaluable ally, providing me with an accurate map as well.

I do feel weaker while using the blade, but Briar assures me that this is offset by it’s own increase in power. This is also not a promising sign, but I believe in Iomedae and she will protect me.

Our first decision, back up by Khan, was to ensure that the gate closed before heading off into the wilderness. No point leaving an easy back door into our realm while we are not there to protect it.

From there, we moved through the only path available, directly ahead, leading to a lake with black swans swimming on it. The eagle eyes of Learion spotted some differences in the trees here and he called out, warning us that these were actually treants.

The fight was brutal. More so than expected because the treants were casting lightning spells that were hurting us more than we expected and healing them at the same time. It took lusty blows and powerful healing, along with some magic to bring these things down. At least we were able to procure the payment for our druidic researcher in the form of the lightning touched bark.

We were in better shape than we perhaps had any right to be and so we carried on towards what looked like a grave site in the map Briar provided me.

We found ourselves face to face with a large, four armed frost giant. He called us over, telling us he had been waiting a long time for this since we had killed his kin. Oret gladly accepted his challenge and tore across the battlefield, pummeling the giant with blow after blow, but the monster remained standing.

In fact, it simply looked angrier. With no other real way of saving my monk friend, I resorted to a spell I haven’t used. The power of Iomedae switched Oret and I and he was left looking a little confused as he returned to his place back with the party, while I was now standing in front of the giant.

I’m glad I managed the spell, because as much as the giants mighty blows hurt, several did not get through my armour, but I think that Oret might have been in a significant amount of trouble if he had been there still.

Io held the beast in place while others wailed on him with a fury borne of the understanding that this giant would be able to kill any of us in a matter of seconds should he be allowed to strike again.

With his death came a collective sigh of relief, and some more healing from Io was required…

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