The End of the Fourth Era

THE PARTY BEGINS

A group of prisoners see the light...

I awoke in the middle of the night in a dark dungeon cell. Apparently, a fight went down sometime yesterday at “The Chortling Gnome”, the tavern I was in with the Dwarven Prince. I am still groggy…

I woke up surrounded by criminals of some sort. A tiefling sat across from me, mumbling something to himself in an arcane tongue. A human paladin stood quietly, staring back at the tiefling, sizing him up for some reason. A stately young eladrin with his distinctive glowing blue eyes sat in the corner, staring off into nowhere. There was also a large Dragonborn man, with particularily pungent breath. He must have been hitting the ale pretty hard.

This is no place for the Dwarven Crowback.

the breakout plan

We were all taken back by the ferocity of the paladin’s actions, but not one of us could deny the necessity for rash action. We freed ourselves of our chains and retrieved our weapons, thanks to the stealthy actions of the sodding thief who tried to steal from the prince…

I took one last look at the man on the ground, knowing his death to be an unjust, unfortunate one. Then I remembered my duties to the royal family and pressed on. I noticed a stream of blood coming from his body flow to the center of the room where it dropped into a crack in the floor. My years of service in the guard back home taught me a structural weakness when I saw it.

We addressed this, posthaste…

breakin' through

The landing was less than comfortable. But we were out nonetheless. We entered the underground portion of our prison and entered a room with an interesting sample of a pool of green, sticky liquid. I took a sample for future reference, maybe an alchemist can tell me more about this at a later date.

Our more daring companion Duhka took it upon himself to explore across the room, letting his blasted Tiefling curiosity get the better of him, and almost his life. We were ambushed by kobolds.

A vicious battle ensued wherein both me and my enemies found the bottom of the green pool quite inhibiting. Our Dragonborne ally found his way down to the bottom as well.

INSERT COMIC HERE ABOUT, WELL, THE GOO PILE

Normally to any dwarf, a kobold is no challenge, yet to me, Crowback of Cydin, Royal Guard Captain, the General of King Coradin’s Armies and scourge of any who call themselves enemies of the dwarves, an army of these creatures would not shake me from my tasks. Yet this goo pile was so… constricting. And this strange group was far from fighting coherently together.

I couldn’t see much in commotion. The thief lie unconscious in the far corner, taken by surprise by new kobolds in the fray. The noble Quinten fought valiantly by Duhka’s side, the fool that reached in the dark places and pulled out more than he could handle, and the gigantic Az fought around the elf’s body like a protector, and with every enemy he fell he let out a peculiar battlecry to his gods; “TWELVE!.”

As the kobolds died around us, Duhka grabbed at a nearby stone and struck the apparent leader of this small force of Kobolds directly in the head. The remaining kobolds fled the area, and we were introduced to Mubox…

Mubox vote

Our new ally led us deeper into the dungeons and, with his help, we navigated through another room filled with traps and treasures alike, and another short battle against a small band of kobolds. It was here that we first saw the demon-kin’s magic at work…

INSERT A COMIC ABOUT DUHKA’S MAGIC AND HIS AWESOME NEW NICKNAME, DOOKIE.

It was during this battle that the dragon-creature and I started to become more in-sync with each others battle styles. We began to flow in a destructive manner like a master smith’s hammer upon his anvil…

hammer n' anvil
Our small group ventured ever deeper into the dungeon. We came into a large room with a ladder in the middle and ledges around the walls and ladder. There was also an altar in the far back corner. My night-eyes could see the altar but the shapes upon it were little more than indecipherable. I could feel a cool breeze flowing from the ladder.

Shapes or no, we rushed headlong into the room.

We almost regretted our decision instantly when the room revealed to us a kobold shaman and in the far corner a giant eight-legged creature: a spider. The bulk of the group made a break for the shaman and I sprinted towards the foul creature that lurked int he shadows. The dragonborne was a step behind. He would soon miss out on the action to come. I let the thoughts of the royal family fill my mind, my lost prince, my king who trusted me to watch over him. My duties.

My failure…

INSERT COMIC ABOUT CROWBACK’S RAPAGE OF THE SPIDER

As my mind cleared I could feel Az pulling on my cloak, dragging back into reality. The creature lay dead at my feet, yet my new companions needed my hammer. I turned to see that pesky thief dancing nimbly on the ledges overhead, raining arrows down upon our enemis masterfully, as the paladin fell kobolds under the might of his valiant arm.

INSERT FIGHTING MONTAGE COMIC ABOUT THE ELADRIN AND QUINTEN FIGHTING VICTORIOUSLY

We fought through the horde, nearly defeated, and all of us wearied. Our little friend Mubox still remained with us, and the shaman was killed. We made our way down the ladder and followed the cool air until the light hit our faces once again.

INSERT COMIC ABOUT EMERGING FROM THE DARK UNDERGROUND AND DECIDING TO HEAD SOUTH

We remembered the note our Tiefling companion found in the window that told us to head south, to the tavern in the human town on the coast. I had to find my prince, and this was as good a place to start looking as any, and my companions were all curious of their own involvement and imprisonment, so they were all in tow. A few days later we arrived at the tavern where our paths were meant to lead us to. There we met an elf with more riddles than answers. How i’d like to have ripped his ears off of his head and used them as sodding toothpicks!

meeting nylian

Our adventure has been laid out before us, and now it is up to me and my new… companions, to succeed, or to ultimately die.
- Illchymus Aesir, Crowback of the Dwarven Army

Comments

really great writin’, bill

THE PARTY BEGINS
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