First Light

The Downfall of Malarak
Come hither now and hear this tale,
Hold fast young man, and don’t turn pale,
For dashing Gaeleis and his band,
These heroes bold, did save this land,
By daring to face down Malarak.

With foes defeated, their spilled blood pooling,
Dead eyes staring, and bodies cooling,
The heroes crept into dark chamber,
Towards an altar of gods much stranger.
Within the shadows, evil loomed,
Pale eyes flashing, that they were doomed.
For not a moment our hero’s heart still,
The lithe rouge ascending, a game of thrill
From the bull’s head, he claimed his price,
Two moonstones taken, prised from eyes.

Onward he led them, to chambers deep
Beyond wooden doors, did more foes speak.
As one together the party entered,
A lone goblin guarded, but nay relented.
Instead a dagger was what it threw;
Our hero staggered, but held his due.
A wayward arrow set carefully in place,
The dwarf’s fine hammer, swung like a mace.
Mages’ magic soon too would fly;
It seemed this fiend was soon to die.

But doors swung open and more arrived
With hulking Bugbear, the battle thrived.
The magess was struck upon her face,
The wall of stone, her blood did grace.
So mighty Gaeleis angered and true,
With his trusty short sword slew.
And as the goblin fell to ground,
He bowed to the lady, so honour bound.
Another goblin met its fate,
Under magics power, and glaring hate,
The Bugbear taken against its will,
And as weapon used, its ally to kill.

The last goblin swung with a yell,
It slipped, it tripped and then it fell.
It jumped to feet, its eye now gore,
Pierced by the arrow, placed long before.
Gaeleis advanced, flashing his bright steel,
The Bugbear fell, wounds never to heal,
And as it went to breathe its last,
Glowing arrows whizzed on past.
Striking cold the runaway,
The party true, had won this day.

Beyond the doors, their foes had come,
They found one chained, and all but done.
They call him Ohr, or maybe Appy,
Though green of skin, a nice old chappy.
From chains released, armour returned,
Though should perhaps, his clothing burned.
He joined the party in their quest,
And went in front, which they thought best.
So kicking down another door,
In the room undead galore,
And there before the table’s stack,
The dread necromancer, Malarak.

Skeletons advanced at quite some pace,
The party members took their place.
And one more time, they charged into battle.
Hammer, sword, magic, against bones’ rattle.
Between undead there is no blame,
For none could stop the magesses’ flame.
Ohr cried out and swung his hammer,
The destruction wrought was not just glamour.
The zombie folded and bones did shatter,
Two of them gone in quite a clatter.

His forces hurt, the dark mage acted,
With magic deadly, his gas impacted.
The dark magic forced its way within,
And tried to eat their very skin.
Then Gaeleis raised his bow and shot,
Warning the mage to end his lot.
Instead the evil fiend replied,
With a magic bolt into his side.

So with the zombie down for the count,
The Necromancer’s time came to account.
The agile rogue closed to his foe,
His sword into mage back to stow.
Instead the dark wizard fled the scene,
More deadly gas where he had been.
Yet there really was no place to run,
With magic arrow the fiend was done,
And as he fell, he breathed his last,
His reign of terror was finally past.

So what now of our mighty crew?
What path in history will they hew?
Thus they returned to Fallcrest town
The box they sought, both wrapped and bound.
And there they meet up with the Prince
Now let me tell what’s happened since.

Brave Gaeleis and his mighty band,
Were bid to travel across the land.
“Head ye there to Harkenwood,
And see if you can do some good.
For there is something just not right
And on this land it is a blight.
Find out who is behind this plot,
Then most kindly, make them to stop.”
So the Party left down the track,
“We will report when we get back.”

For days they walked along the road,
Wondering what seeds they’d sowed.
Then up a head they saw a sight,
That made their hearts, all take to fright.
A column of smoke they saw arising
Beyond the trees on the horizon.
So they diverted to where it lead,
And found below a burning stead.
The family there was locked within,
By sharp-toothed wolf and smelly brigand.

“Can we join?” Ohr asked serenely,
They were asked to leave, quite obscenely.
The party knew they must do more,
But failed deception meant battle sure.
So Gaeleis ran in, light on his feet,
And into wolf, set arrow deep.
The brigands ran, and jumped the wall,
It had so soon become a brawl.
Hammers swung, by muscled hands
To remove the brigands from the lands.
While in behind the magics flew
And flames about their fell foes grew.

A hammer fell, and skulls were shattered.
Magic flared, and evil scattered.
The elven rogue stabbed, a brigand dying
But being dense, his friends kept trying.
Tithe cast a shocking spell
And sent another straight to hell.
Then Flynt the Short a well placed a blow
Upon a target that ceased to know,
Finally Gaeleis with swinging blade
The last wolf fell, its life forbade.

As the final brigand hit the ground
The trapped good lady did outward bound.
“Oh my saviours, by what is right,
Well you not all stay the night?
The Iron Circle that you have best
They hold the Baron and all the rest.
To start a rebellion is such a task
Until your coming we had none to ask.
Would you being willing to join this plan?
Then go ye south to the Druid Reithann.”

They headed for the Druid’s Grove
There to discuss those that they all loathe
But Cealyanna’s spell set for Friendly
Turned their contact into an enemy
She was not happy by cast of spell,
And let the party know by hell
Until the Rogue did mention she
Whom from the brigands, they had set free
That at last seemed to impress,
At least the party she did address.

“For reward of saving Ilyana alone,
I will to you, then toss this bone.
There are so many hearts of gold
And all be found inside Tor’s Hold
But to release them to do good,
First you must kill the Bullywug.
For victory will be quite hollow
If threat remains from the Toad Wallow.
All now go forth from this place
For to Tor’s Hold you must make haste.
And when there you are all and done,
You will then see what has begun.”

So for now we leave our heroes
Hoping they not end as food for wallows.
They head along roads with hearts so bold,
For what now waits them at Tor’s Hold,
There to once more save the lands.
Into the Temple

Well here we are once again. Dont ask me why I agreed to come along, the last time I did something like this I almost got charbroiled by a dragon…I really dislike dragons. Hopefully it will be a pretty simple job, run in get the box, run out. Or perhaps it will be slightly more difficult, run in, maim whoever has the box, get the box and THEN run out. As long as there are no dragons…as I mentioned before, I do not care for dragons.

As we approach the temple I start to think perhaps my luck has stayed good for once, the place looks practically deserted, likely just a few people inside around whatever trinket they’ve stollen, we still haven’t been told what it is, and of course even when we find the thing we’re not to look inside. Isn’t that always the way, “Oh please Adventurers, we must get this item of SUPREME IMPORTANCE back, but you must not look at it…for to do so will surely bring upon you CERTAIN DOOM!” Personally I just think they are afraid if we know what it is we’ll steal it. As if I would ever steal. Then again this rogue we’ve brought with us does look rather shifty…so perhaps they have a point.

Apparantly his name is Gaelius or something like that, if you ask me he seems a bit full of himself, but then rogues often do. The cleric seems a bit more sensible, perhaps he and I will get along…then again he’s a dwarf so perhaps not. Ah right…the temple. Though it looked deserted from the outside once we got inside we heard all types of scurrying about and almost immediately we noticed a kobold staring at us from the nearest hallway. Being of a diplomatic nature I tried speaking with the thing, they do possess some intelligence so I figured it was worth a shot. He didn’t seem to impressed with me, but the dwarf held up one of his holy symbols and he did seem quite impressed by that. Or at least so we thought, he decided that he would take us to his master. I expected another Kobold myself, perhaps slightly larger, perhaps with a bit more bling than the others, but no, of course it couldn’t be that simple. He took us to a dragon. A bloody dragon. It was a smaller than normal dragon, probably a younger one, but even a young dragon can be a bloody pain in the arse. Thankfully the thing did not try to kill us straight away. Once again we tried the art of diplomacy, though it seemed that our silver tongues had turned to rusty iron that day, it didn’t take long before our attempts at placating landed us in hot water, or cold ice as it would be. The dragon was an ice dragon of sorts, and his breath was damned cold. The fight was touch and go, and at one point I thought perhaps we would lose both the rogue and the cleric, but no…eventually we made it out alive. Can’t say the same for the dragon though, when we left it it was quite dead, and missing more than a few scales, and some gold, the rogue got a rather nice new set of armor. I could have sworn there was a bit more in that pile, but then one came become confused about such things when fighting for one’s life. While the men busied themselves with the dragon’s hoard I noticed took a moment to study the strange portal on the floor, it became clear that it was some type of scrying device when images of the city began to move across the thing. The one who brought us on the trip (quite a quiet little thing for a leader) was shocked to see visions of her village, more shocking yet was that it looked as though it was being or had been attacked. After assuring her that we would do what we can we decided it was best to move on, there was still a great deal of temple to explore, and this blasted box yet to find. Hopefully the rest of the temple would be far more quiet.

Of course just saying that probably jinxed it, the next room was no better than the last. Goblins and a drake…rather touch goblins, the drake was suprisingly easy. Once again the Cleric and the Rogue got their asses very nearly handed to them. There is something to say for being able to stay in the back and cast your spells, you get far less injured. The downed creatures were sadly lacking in anything of use on their persons, though we did manage to find a bit more gold which is always nice. I have to say there are quite a few scrying devices in this temple…we came across another after the goblins and the drake, this time it showed us the image of a chessboard of all things. I had no idea what to make of that until we once again got up, dusted ourselves off and moved on…to a room with a floor like a chessboard of all things. Shocking! Not being a player of chess myself I hung back while the Gaelius (the rogue) and Flint (the cleric) charged ahead. sigh Men. Suprisingly the rogue seemed to know a bit about the game, he figured out that it would be best if we moved in directions as our pieces would…the cleric had other ideas. The moment he stepped out of place the pieces on the opposite side of the board seemed to come to life. I must admit I uttered some rather inpolite words at that point. But there was nothing to do for it, we would have to, once again, fight our way out. Thankfully, for me anyway, the majority of the pieces seemed quite focused on the men, I had to deal with only one knight myself…not overly difficult, though I did manage to get a bit battered in the doing.

The next room was less artistic than the last…it was also guarded by hideous horrible looking giant rat. I hate rats almost as much as I hate dragons. I decided it prudent to hang towards the back once again. After all if the thing was deseased there was no reason for all of us to get bitten. As it would happen this was a wise decision on my part since soon after we arrived the horrible beast was practically foaming at the mouth. Thankfully event a large rat isn’t an extremely difficult fight, it was quickly dispatched with no injury to myself. As for the others…well they were still alive, that is something right? Sadly this was not the only rat that we would face, soon after that one was dispatched we were accosted by another, this time accompanied by goblins as well, and we thought this place deserted. Silly us.

The goblins died, as did the other rat though not without more injuries and one almost afflicted rogue, he was bitten but thankfully he appears to have avoided catching the rat’s desease…whatever it may have been. Surely we had to be nearly at the end of this infernal temple, it seemed as though we’d been walking through the place, or fighting through the place for days now. Oh wait…we had been. The next room was no better than the last, though thankfully it lacked deseased rats this time. No..instead it had some very human, very annoying miscreants intent upon our death. Then again most of the things we’d met had been intent upon our death, not much of a change after all. These were some tough ugly men, with some very sharp weapons. The fight was touch and go but thankfully the rogue was able to warn us ahead of time about their presence, we came up with a plan. The men did as men are wont to do, they hit them with weapons, me…I did something completely different, I took over one of the tougher looking ones and had HIM hit the others with weapons. Alright, perhaps it wasn’t all that creative, but it worked. After an exhausting fight, one of the little weasels turned on the others, only when it was obvious that they would lose of course. The remaining enemies were dispatched in short order and we were able to get some information from the turncoat before releasing him back into the wild. Whether this information was true or was false remains to be seen. If it was false there is little doubt that he’ll be seeing us again.


You have been traveling with your friends now for a number of days to the town of Fallcrest, as you approach the town you see off in the distance the tumbled down ruins of a manor house on a hill overlooking the town.

Once inside the town it does not take your party very long to discover that something strange is going on up at the old manor house. It seems that raiding partys of Kobolds have been coming out and robbing people along the Old Kings Road you came along on the approach to town.

Lord Warden of Fallcrest has offered you a substantial bounty of 10gp per kobold killed and an additional reward of 100gp if you supply proof that all the kobolds in the manor house have been dispatched.

Your group decides to spend the night in the inn and set off first thing in the morning to investigate…

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