The emissary from the Sultancy is elated, “you did it! Not one of a dozen diplomatic missions to the Fey Queen was able to secure her allegiance in the upcoming war! They all returned insulted, defeated, or covered in confetti. But you! You are the true hero’s. You must tell me what happened?”
A thousand thoughts no doubt run though you mind. What do you tell him? About the finding of the needle in the haystack? About the Menagerie markets and their puzzle ridden store keep? Perhaps you can tell him about your heroic defeat of the dark wizard Grugamel, thus setting free the diminutive blue gnomes of the forest (even before he could say ‘hey, did someone just stab me in the back?”) Perhaps you can explain the particular qualities of the demiplane of levity, and how it almost trapped you there forever? (Scooby seemed lively today, didn’t he?) Perhaps you should tell him of your heroic defense of the toymaker, demigod of gifts, or of your brief but tasty stay in the paraelemental plane of candy? Perhaps you can tell him how you did all this just to acquire a hairpin from the Fey Queen, so that she can use the needle in the haystack: as a hairpin!
Was it really such a waste of time? Or was there some message in the adventure that will help you unravel the mystery of the Great Enemy?
Then again, perhaps it all seemed too unreal. Perhaps you should tell him it was just a dream…
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We marched a circular path for the Fey Queen. I told the emissary we completed a quest for her that took place in our dreams. Although, I'm not convinced it was in our dreams at all. Perhaps I will return one day and seek to study fey magic.
ReplyDeleteIn the meantime, more pressing things need attending. We must get Methos' staff blessed, and we need to put Jerry's sword in the sun pillar for a 1000 years. Methos believes he knows a way to hide Jerry's sword, so I think it beneficial if we travel back in time and seek the blessing of the Emperor of the Triss - and heat up Ikendri at the same time (he probably won't like that).
Perhaps we can take stock of the Triss' morale and commitment to this war.
Then again... Ohma wants to see if we can escape this plane so he may merge with the lifetree. I care not which we do first as long as we do.
Time is compressing.
~Tahkisis
It feels so good to be me again! My face, my body, my height, my ears!
ReplyDeleteAfter Methos had his staff blessed, I hastened to the temple of Garl Glittergold, to implore him to return me to elven form. The high priest greeted me, and seeing he could not change my mind, offered me a quest in order to win this blessing from Garl. I agreed.
It seems a gnomish town has been set upon by an evil which is corrupting some of the gnomes that live there. Ebon & I teleported to the town, and separately investigated. My plan was to convince these evil ones to take me in, so she and I maintained that we did not know each other. We learnt some youths were stealing away regulary, that a caravan had been hit (the humans killed, the gnomes missing), and a gnome paladin had gone to investigate but had not been heard of since. I cast a vision spell and realised there was a succubus involved.
After praying for suitable spells, I set off for the old mines the youths and malcontents were thought to be inhabiting. Ebon shadowed me. Upon reaching the place I managed to talk the guard into calling his captain, who agreed to admit me if I were bound. I agreed, and as they were tying me up Ebon slipped past them and slipped a knife into my hand.
We entered a huge room. A pit of acid separated a platform upon which sat an abomination - a black dragon whose form was merging into a balor - limbs of all sorts and mucus everywhere. The head priest and sorceress were near the plaform, and some enchanted gnome prisoners were kept in a pen nearby. One, a warrior, seemed to me to be faking, and I thought him to be the missing paladin. In any case, the priest came over, angry to see an interruption.
I managed to calm him somewhat - he decided to deal with me after his precious ritual. As he walked back, ordering some prisoners to go feed themselves to the dragon. As they complied, I made my move. I cut the ropes. The sorceress saw me, and crying out, took her true succubus form and flew into the air. The paladin also saw, and cast a spell to protect him and those nearby from evil. Before anyone else could react, I banished the succubus back to her home. Free from her presense, the prisoners hesitated, the spell breaking, and they ran.
The guards surrounded me, several landing hits, but my new boots envigorated me. The paladin charged the priest, and the two began to tussle. The dragon began to writhe, the balor not dismissed, and I began to worry I would end up in the same situation that got me killed in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI called a ring of blades to surround me, eviscerating the guards. Those that were conscious fled at this point, seeing things turn poorly. The paladin and priest continued their fight, and the dragon screamed and collapsed! Ebon later confirmed she has struck a blow directly to its foul heart, but at the time I could not see her.
In my desire to be merciful to the beings created by the god whose favour I wished, I cast a small heal spell, hoping to prevent deaths. Alas, I later found that two guards were already beyond the pale, but I did not worry further at that point. I moved forward, seeing the balor still attempting to come into this plane through the dragon's body.
Thinking quickly, I moved up between the fighting pair and the dragon, and blocked all magic in the small area around me. The balor's shrieks convinced me I had made the right move, and soon they stopped. Ebon, Ruffnuff Grubscrubber (the paladin) and I rounded up the priest and guards (and escaped, scared prisoners) and took them all back to town.
The guards were served justice, but the priest killed himself in a pillar of flame, vowing to return from the grave. I gathered his ashes and put them in a flask of holy water I had been saving for a time of need. I gave it later to the high priest of the temple of Garl. Lets see him come back from that.
Ruffnuff was saddened by the loss of his holy weapon, so I gave him my longsword. I have never wielded it since it came to my possession, so there is no harm there. He was greatly pleased, and gave me a rainbow pearl that had bolstered his magic as he was coming into his full paladin powers. I believe is a stone from the headband I seek!
Ebon and I then returned to the Skyling capital, and I was given a potion that returned me to my true form.
And how wonderful it is to be myself.
~Diary of Lukat Soranel
(PS: Tahkisis in the last post - I use that as my name on another forum. I meant ~Diary of Lukat Soranel, of course)
Diary of Methos Ignotus
ReplyDeleteStrange things are afoot. Time is compressing, the Assassin has been turned to plush, and the Fey Queen trading us a hairpin for a hairpin. All portents are point towards a magnificent, albeit destructive, display of cosmic forces coming together.
On better notes, Lukat has told me that she has been granted a quest that will provide her a way to return to her former self. I think this is great for her, as she and Gerry both have not been the same since I blew them up with that Balor... nor nearly as nice-smelling.
Also, I have acquired some light cannons for the Tower of Methos. This will improve it's defense, however, as it is being carried by a Child of Laurisea now, I believe that it will be a better conductor for the crystalline powers. I think this will augment the power of the light cannons as well as that of the Time Chamber, but I must research this more. Maybe I can do that while I get one of the acolytes to map out the extent of the tower, as it seems to be growing from time to time with the Child of Laurisea, as well as through the magic and psionic powers of the residents.
Lastly, I have received the second blessing on the Staff of Methos, but I as of yet have not been able to determine the ability or power it has granted me. I must look into this more and hopefully I will discover it before the next time my services are required in this strange paradoxical war...