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Magic And Light (The Adventures Of Ren) – Chapter XXV

Posted in Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Writing with tags , , , on February 27, 2018 by darkjade68

Magic And Light

CAMPAIGN 2 – ‘The Adventures Of Ren’

by DarkJade

(Check Out Campaign 1 HERE)

CHAPTERS (1-24)

I – Return To Jor – II – Laris – III – Dwarfport – IV – Blu Hob – V – Session 10 – VI – Thalo – VII – Woods Of Fairelight – VIII – Welcome To Tru – IX – Chimera – X – Session 11 – XI – Into The Mountains – XII – Hobgoblin Lair – XIII – Ettin – IV – Level 4 – XV – Session 12 – XVI – Forks In The Road – XVII – Helmed Horror – XVIII – Unlikely Thief – XIX – Treasure – XX – Session 13 – XXI – Order Of Greyborn – XXII – Saya Of The Underlay – XXIII – Farewell Tr – XXIV – Kayen

CHAPTER XXV – Session 14

Session 14 was about to begin, as we all got, and ate our food.

In our last Session, our Party had arrived in the Eastern City Port of Avador…

“Alright, lets begin,” spoke Johnny.

Right off the bat as we entered Avador, I could tell Z was on edge…

The City Guard seemed to be derived of Dwarves, which had seemed to catch his interest.

“What is it Z?” I asked.

“Dwarves generally aren’t too friendly towards Blu Hobs (Half Hobgoblin, Half Blue Orc),” he spoke.

We could see right away that this place was nothing like the Capital City of Tru.

First of all, there were maybe 1/4 of the inhabitants, and like I say, it felt very Dwarvish/Barbaric, with mainly wooden structures, as opposed to stone.

The first tavern we came across was quite large, called ‘THE ROWDY MINOTAUR…

The folk going in and out looked pretty rough, and very Northern…

The icy peaks of Rhet seemed to make its’ cold down to the city, so inhabitants dressed appropriately.

We entered the tavern and got a table in the middle, as there were no corner ones available.

Ther were many Dwarves, Barbarians, Fighers and some Rangers within…

…including Kayen, who sat at the bar, and nodded at we came in.

“I suspect there’s no ‘Mage Tower’ in Avador,” I spoke.

“Maybe not…” replied Chi.

Meanwhile, Laris ordered us all some ale, wine and food.

“This is my kind of place,” spoke Stryke, her Barbarian blood lit up.

“If I”m lucky, maybe I’ll get into a bar brawl by nights end…” she added.

“I’m going to sleep early,” spoke Kinner.

“I suspect any card games in here may end in my demise,” he concluded, then was off to get a room in the Inn upstairs.

Laris, Thalo, Chi, Z, Stryke and myself spent several hours eating, drinking and laughing.

Until four City Guards entered the tavern, one of them seeming to be gesturing towards Z.

“Time for me to leave,” Z spoke, and headed towards the back kitchen exit…

…followed by the four guard.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dwarf

Magic And Light (The Adventures Of Ren) – Chapter III

Posted in Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Writing with tags , , , , on February 9, 2018 by darkjade68

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Magic And Light

CAMPAIGN 2 – ‘The Adventures Of Ren’

by DarkJade

(Check Out Campaign 1 HERE)

CHAPTER I – Return To Jor – CHAPTER II – Laris

CHAPTER III – Dwarfport

On the second day of our journey to Polus, and more specifically, DWARFPORT, Ren stood on the deck once more, and Laris approached him.

“I have to say, you’re not exactly like the Paladins I’ve known… Not that I’ve known many,” spoke Ren.

“This Zahn was pretty serious, eh,” she replied.

“Not so much serious… But very intent on serving people, and his God Apollo,” answered Ren.

“I respect Paladins and their Devotion to their gods, but I like to really take in this life… It’s beauty, pleasures, light…” she spoke.

Ren looked at her, “Must be an incredible way to live… For me I’m just so passionate about learning about Magic.”

“As long as magic is respected, it can be a pretty amazing thing,” she replied.

The day seems to pass fairly quickly, and soon they reached Dwarfport, which was quite a sight to behold…

“Wow…” spoke Kinner, “I can’t wait to check out their taverns, taste the life of this sea port.”

“I don’t know… I”m pretty out of my comfort zone in large places like this,” spoke Chi.

Chi and Kinner made their way off the ship…

…Ren looked for Laris to say goodbye, but she could not be found.

It was a beautiful sunny day… Seagals flew overhead in search for scraps, and a cool ocean breeze blew across Dwarfport.

Merchants were everywhere, trying to sell every type of item…

…”This was a good decision,” spoke Ren to himself when suddenly a Thief grabbed his small silver pouch and ran.

Ren started to run after him, but Chi ran by Ren, “I’ll get him!” he spoke as he ran by.

None the less, Ren ran after as well, but soon both the Thief and Chi were out of site.

“It’s alright, lets head to the tavern, Chi will find us there,” spoke Kinner reassuredly.

The taverns name was ‘YE OLD TANKARD’…

And when they entered the three story tavern/inn, it was packed…

…and there were Dwarves employed serving drinks etc.

Kinner found a table, and called a dwarven barmaid to the table…

“What have ye,” she spoke.

“Two ales, and a glass of wine for my friend here,” Kinner gestured towards Ren.

Ren felt uncomfortable… Perhaps it was because he had been robbed, perhaps it was because of an attractive brown haired girl, with dark blue eyes, a dark blue blousy shirt, black leather pants and boots, and black studded leather armour was glaring at him from a table in a corner.

“Wow Ren, I never realized how well you do with the ladies… But maybe that’s because we spent all of our time in the wilds of Galdur,” spoke Kinner, with a slap to Ren’s back.

“This one has something to say,” suddenly came the familiar voice of Laris.

Ren looked behind him and she was holding the Thief who took his silver pouch by his cloak…

…he did not look comfortable.

“I’m sorry Sir…” the Thief spoke.

“And…” Laris pushed.

“And here’s your purse,” he handed Ren back his silver pouch, he looked inside…

…”All seems to be here…” spoke Ren.

With this Laris let the Thief go, and gave him a kick to the rear.

“May I,” she spoke, gesturing towards sitting with Kinner and Ren.

“Of course,” replied Ren.

The dwarven barmaid returned with their drinks, and Kinner slid a tankard of ale to Laris…

…she slid it back, “No thanks, I prefer wine like Ren here,” she spoke and slapped him on the back.

Ren took note how so many people seemed to like slapping him on the back… Perhaps it’s a Wizard thing…

“Is this one spoken for,” came the voice of the brown haired, blue eyed girl who now stood before the table gesturing towards Ren.

OUT OF GAME

“Go ahead and describe your character Lisa,” spoke Johnny

“She’s got dark brown, shoulder length hair… Her skin is fairly tanned… She stands 5’9″, and looks to be in her early 20’s,” spoke Lisa

“She weighs 135lbs, and is fairly muscular… She has a very intense vibe about her,” she continued.

“What Class is she?” asked Barry.

Lisa looked at Johnny who nodded that it was ok for her to tell him.

“She’s a Barbarian…” she spoke.

“Lets continue,” spoke Johnny

Laris gave the girl a stern look.

“Not in the market at the present,” spoke Ren awkwardly.

“Hmmff… Alright,” replied the girl who then returned to her table.

Laris smiled slightly at Ren, who seemed beshuffled but his overall arrival to Dwarfport.

“Couldn’t catch em,” spoke Chi who arrived at the table…

…Kinner slid the second ale to him, “Thanks mate,” spoke Chi.

Chi then noted Ren’s silver pouch on the table, “Oh, you got it back…”

Ren gestured with his eyes at Laris.

“On that note, I’m buying the drinks,” Ren spilled out some silver on the table, and the four of them ate and drank the night away…

…the Barbarian girl never taking her eyes off them.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dungeons And Dragons

Warriors Of Light – The Kingdom Of Tyr

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on November 19, 2016 by darkjade68

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Warriors of Light – The Kingdom of Tyr

by DarkJade

Episode I

Episode II

Episode III

Episode IV

Episode V

Episode VI

Episode VII

Episode VIII

Episode IX

Episode X

EPISODE XI

As the Party, Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen (Last Shown In Episode VI) continued across the Southern Planes of the Mountain Region of the North Lands, they came across a couple Gnolls here and there…

Nothing too threatening, though being Chaotic Evil Beings, one would have thought they would attack the Party anyway…

But they did not.

“So once we reach these White Orcs, what is it we plan on doing exactly?” questioned Odle as he ate upon a large roasted bird leg.

“Our Grey Ring Order has requested that we visit the Kingdom of Tyr, and speak to it’s King, to determine what their defensive, or offensive measures are in regards to the rise of Kor…” replies Chemney.

“Do you really think the King of Tyr will see a group of wondering Clerics, and they’re Mercenaries?” earnestly questioned Sparen.

Being a friendly Mage, Sparen is quite inquisitive.

Vyle, however, struck Sparen’s shoulder lightly, as if to say, “We’re not paid to think…”

Sparen merely smiled in her direction in a “Actually as a Mage, I am” way.

Her attention then returned to Chemney, her dark brown eyes, soft black hair, and soothing voice inadvertently drawing the poor clumsy Cleric in.

“Well… I… I can not say… But it is the duty that has been thrust upon us, and we shall answer,” he replied in an energized, convicted fashion.

“Hmm… Exciting,” replied Sparen.

Vyle merely shook her head at the young Mage’s innocently fascinated disposition.

Vyle on the other hand, was much more cynical, and pessimistic about… all things really.

“Look there!” suddenly proclaimed Sparen, as she pointed high in the sky!

Above was a Great White Owl, simply monstrous in comparison to most…

“It’s a good omen,” spoke Sparen excitedly, as she opened her traveling journal and quickly jotted down several descriptive words.

Such as wondrous… And magnificent.

Vyle merely grumbled and road up ahead of the Party.

Meanwhile, Odle, having finished his bird, tossed the bone, looked back at Sparen, and then to Chemney.

“She’s a bit batty, aint she…”

Chemney smiled slightly, and held his finger to his mouth, as if telling him to stay quiet on the matter.

“You’re just afraid of magic,” Vyle then grumpily spoke back at Odle.

“I ain’t afraid of nuthen,” grumbled Odle, as he drank down some wine from his wine skin.

“I’m sure it will follow us all the way to The Kingdom Of Tyr’s outer walls! All is well I say, all is well…” spoke the young Sparen oh so pleased.

Soon they had reached the Hills south of the Kingdom of Tyr, and were only a hand full of days from their destination.

Along the first day they came across many herds of local animals, but all and all, the day went well…

…then came the second day

Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen all sat on their mounts a top a high hill… In the distance they could not believe what they saw…

Cries let out from a herd of animals as a 15′ Frost Giant hurled his great axe upon them… More for his own pleasure than for food.

His skin was a hardened, snow white, and his hair was river blue, with traces of black.

The Party was paralyzed…

“Has he seen us?” spoke Chemney without meaning to.

“Not likely, or he’d be upon us,” replied Vyle.

‘I’m not afraid of a Giant…” spoke Odle.

“I should distract him, while the rest of you make your way around him,” spoke Sparen courageously, as she stared at the Giant with wonderment, and apprehension.

“It’s too late…” suddenly spoke Vyle as the Frost Giant picked up a sheep, and hurled into the air striking the ground before them, killing it.

“YOU WILL PERISH!” bellowed the Giant.

The Northerner

Posted in Blog Series, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Story, The Northerner with tags , , on August 29, 2012 by darkjade68

The Northerner

by DarkJade

Chapter One – A Dark Town

It was a Tale of much woe…

The Northerner came from a far away Mountain… A place of peace, and solitude…

Far away from the Judging Eyes of Mortal Man, or Elf…

For he was a Halfbreed… Unaccepted by either.

He was but a young boy when he entered the mountain… His chosen place of “Self Banishment”…

His hair of grey, and Eyes of green.

He thought there… Amongst Natures Creatures… He would find the kind of Quiet his Soul Hungered for…

And so he did.

But as the years would pass, the skies below, where he had come from, to the south… Began to blacken more and more.

What Treacheries were afoot below he often wondered…

But he would simply force himself to put these things out of his mind…

After all… What good was a halfbreed to the World Below.

It wasn’t until his 17th birthday, after 5 or 6 years of darkened skies, that he made his way to a town at the bottom of his great mountain…

And as he road into town on his trusty steed, he noted how the Elven Forests were Darkened… Almost as if they had been lit ablaze…

And all about were Warrior Riders wearing all black, who looked his way as he passed, but payed him no mind, as they spoke of battles won… And the enslavement of the Dwarves of Onstadon…

“The Dwarves of Onstadon enslaved?? Impossible”

“They were the Greatest Miners, and Strongest Warriors of their kind…” the halfbreed Ronah thought to himself.

Soon he reached the now Darkened Town of Stormbaren…

And like everywhere else, there were Warriors in black all around…

As he reached the local Tavern of Noran’s Inn, he tied his horse to the nearby pole, and dismounted…

Before entering the Tavern, he pulled his dark grey hood over his face…

Once inside he could hardly believe his eyes… There must have been 40 or 50 of these black Warriors, and the Woman who worked there looked more to be slaves than anything else…

When he’d look at one of the woman as he walked by, he could see the pain and misery in their eyes…

They were not free.

Ronah sat at a table in a dark corner, and spent the next hour or so just watching as these numerous black Warriors came and left…

There were no Elves here… There were no Dwarves either… This was very strange indeed.

Finally a young blond woman approached his table…

“Something to drink or eat sir?” she spoke most unenthusiastically.

With this Ronah pulled out a Red and Black Dragon Goblet, and sat it on the table…

“Some Dark Red Wine if you please…” he spoke to the girl, pulling his hood off, and exposing his halfbreed visage.

With this the blue eyed girl’s eyes widened…

“You should go… The Warrior’s of Borduc will kill you for sure…” she spoke…

But it was too late, suddenly 3 black garbed Borduc Warriors approached Ronah’s table, pushing the girl aside.

“Well, well, welll… What have we here” spoke a tall, large man in a grizzled black beard.

“I don’t want any trouble” spoke Ronah, whose eyes looked to the girl, who seemed to be alright.

“Look at that… He’s a halfbreed… As if the Pure Breeds aren’t bad enough” spoke another shorter, brown haired Borduc Warrior.

“What happened to the Fynlaian Forests? Why, and how is it that they are burned to the ground” asked Ronah in an almost royal tone.

“Looky here… The Halfbreed wants to know what we did to the Fynlaian Elves, Ha!” spoke the blond haired third Warrior.

Ronah started to take note of the Borduc Warriors all starting to gather around his table.

That’s when he drew his two Swords, and climbed on top of his table.

“IS IT TRUE THAT YOU MORTAL MEN HAVE ENSLAVED THE OSTADON DWARVES!! AND IS THE BURNING OF THE FYNLAIAN FORESTS ALSO YOUR DOING!! SPEAK UP!! OR ARE YOU COWARDS!!” Ronah shouted to the Borduc Warriors surprise.

“HaHaHaHa!!” the Warriors laughed.

Meanwhile the blond girl hid behind the Tavern Bar watching, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.

“So be it…” spoke Ronah… With this a blue light started to glow around him, as if it was tracing his form…

OUTSIDE THE TAVERN

Meanwhile outside the tavern, the ‘true’ Ronah appeared next to his horse, he mounted it, and road out of town…

INSIDE THE TAVERN

“GET HIM!!” the Warrior’s of Borduc yelled, and begun swinging their blades at the blue light traced image of Ronah, but their blades would simply pass through it…

“Elven magic… It’s not real…” one of them spoke…

DarkJade-

PICTURE CREDITS – Anime Picture, Blackened Sky, Legado, Dragon, Bragga, Fantasy