Post Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk here (October 2016) Deeper into the Tower Descent

October thread for Journal entries about game sessions this month! Remember that Session XP and Treasure/Loot can be cataloged in another thread, <a href="https://app.roll20.net/forum/post/1861516/treasure" rel="nofollow">https://app.roll20.net/forum/post/1861516/treasure</a>... Journal XP Bonus is awarded for this thread. Post your Journal entries here. XP award is based on posting it in the monthly Journal thread in the chronological windows of time, week to week between sessions. On game-day please propose your own Journal XP Bonus in chat with date and description. DM will review and approve the XP amount. Use this thread for sessions taking place in the month of OCTOBER 2016. This is the 20th consecutive month of Player Journals for this homebrew world.&nbsp; DM is posting this thread late in the month. Oops. Much of our story is on the end of previous month's thread. I'll try to get next month fresh thread started closer to the calendar month. Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (March 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (April 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (May 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (June 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (July 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (August 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (September 2015) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (October 2015) Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (November 2015) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (December 2015) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (January 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (February 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (March 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (April 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (May 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (June 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (July 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (August 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (September 2016) . Link to Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk (October 2016) . Open window: Journals from the most recent game sessions. Post your journals as a reply in this thread. Then mention it in-game to get your Bonus XP approved. Upcoming outlook in-game: Full Party gaming on Tuesdays Continuation of our unauthorized quest to solve Tower Descent... TD = a mysterious magical tower with no doors or windows, on the Portlandio high harbor cliff where the Beacon lighthouse used to be; Find your friend the lost Margrave Horukh The Ashen who entered the tower months ago from the top level going-down to fight and repel the undead ahead of the main party! CHRIS Airen & New Rhubarb, and ____, PAUL&nbsp; Swargen & Grubar & Sizi & Ultrix, WICKEDWAYZ&nbsp; Hamaskas, GREGOR Baart, LEX Nell (new elf thief) ANDY Jacob (newest.. a cleric) SOLIDHYBRID * Coming back in November. Torvald* & Baradin* Click the picture above to see the animation of Tower Descent! Happy Halloween. Why would anyone ever go in there? Because this is D&D!!! Help Horukh , Get Treasures, Save The Civilization, Fight the evil elementalist "Benders" meet-up... Roleplay, explore, puzzles, traps, and combat, on tap. It is going to be epic, and risky. If you click the animation, this is where Horukh went already. No joke. Get your PC's and your mind ready. Post any game discussion here, tactics or roleplaying + journals!

Journal Notes 10/18 These elementals are powerful... the first seemed to suck the very air out of my lungs while the second did quite the opposite. It knocked me unconscious in a single blow. Fortunately the orb didn't teleport me too far as I was re-constituted by Hamaskas. But wait... the elemental is still here and he is about to strike again! **Quickly grabs on to Hamaskas and yells out HAVEN ** I surely would have been killed if not for Hamaskas. In our current state entering this pocket dimension seemed like the only way to survive. I hope the others were able to escape.It seems that we underestimated the power that dwells in this place. Perhaps it would have been more wise to wait for all of our allies before taking on this unknown oddity. Surely Horukh must be in trouble... if he isn't already dead by now.&nbsp; "Hamaskas, quickly... use your divine powers to heal us while I look in to these books I gathered. There are elementals here that I have not encountered before. We may need the knowledge within them to defeat what lies ahead." I haven't quite been able to get this spell to work yet, but this has to work... perhaps if I burn this locket of Torvald's beard hair that I have been collecting from his pillow each morning... yes... that might be what the spell has been missing.&nbsp; ***Attempts to summon Torvald***

(reposted into correct month!) Some say they have experienced fear, that natural reaction to a worrying situation. A moment of almost falling over or perhaps someone jumping out of a dark room shouting "boo!". This is not true fear, a feeling that forces your mental state to regress to an earlier stage in your species evolution. A Primordial hardwired need to protect your own DNA and the possible future of that DNA reproducing. A total loss of all the accumulated knowledge of a lifetime overridden by one singular notion, survival at any cost. This one imperative gripped Nell by the throat and held her fast, adrenaline surged through her veins igniting her nervous system into a state of hyper response. The muscles in her body, usually easily controlled into precise movement went into small tremors. Those tremors grew into an almost unified shaking of her form, the usual graceful pose her race enjoyed overridden and replaced by clumsy bursts of energy within her synapses. The daggers slipped from her slender fingers, clattering to the stone floor. Nell started taking back steps as her hands curled into fists, her almond eyes wide. The small part of her in-control knew she needed to get closer to the Raven Guy, she still did not know his name. He seemed one of the few that might oppose the immensely powerful creature that dominated her vision. The Air Elemental,(she supposed that is what it was) loomed in the hallway, causing eddies and currents of wind to buffet and whip down the hall. Her cloak billowing behind her, she shook her head as though trying to denigh its existence. "This is beyond me", the words forced through chattering teeth. A keening scream reverberated down the hallway from the Elemental, it changing in pitch to a low roar. Nell could feel the ends of her ears vibrating with the sound. She glanced back at the Raven Guy, she was not far from him now. He had plucked a feather and was saying something, then was gone. The full realization that none was going to save Nell crashed against her mental state, an emotional wave of panic and primordial horror gripped her and would not let go. She whimpered and bolted for the stair well, slipping into the shadows there and crouching down. Hugging her knees, she bowed her head and tried not to weep openly. (posted into right month!) Above her lurked shadows she could not touch and in that hallway was a creature so beyond her she would have no chance. She was trapped, a small elf in the darkness. This was a far cry from ripping off dandy noblemen and cheating at cards. Nell was going to die down here. She silently begged any God or Goddess for help, be them good or evil. She would pay any price to live through this, she cursed her lack of magical knowledge and would pay any price to survive this. No bargain was to evil or too much, she would barter her very soul to live through this horror

The sound of running water was the only noise that broke the silence, the remaining mists, the last remnants of the water elemental slowly settled on the slick stones around his feet. The strangers that spoke around him were muted and he shook his head to clear the water from his ears. “Thank Helm for the victory bestowed upon your servant today” he muttered on to himself but heard he felt by ancient godly ears, his armor was dented and slick with water, some of which was still pouring from the gaps between the stout steel plates that covered his body. His shield emblazoned with the symbol of his faith was scoured clean of paint in one corner where the elemental's watery attack to reveal the thick boards of lime wood, it would take him some time to batter the dents from his armor and repaint his shield. Turning he looks to the others, they gossip, the strange frog man a 'bullywug' if his memory served, an efficient mage having proved his power, the smaller shape of the elf, a rogue by her garb, all dark linens and leather, he looked young but then all of their race did and finally the priest, powerful in the aura of his god, not one he recognised but one none the less. “I am Jacob De Saintyon, as I said earlier...” he says softly, water dripping from the tip of his nose. “I thank you in the name of Helm for your assistance against the elemental of water, I could not have defeated it on my own” he adds, moving back towards them and scooping with some difficulty to pick up the warhammer, all heavy steel and carved with the gauntlet of his god. He pauses and for a second he looks tired, calling upon the might of helm was tiring work, he ached from the blow, however brief it was that had almost thrown him from his feet. “I owe you my service, at least till we have found the cause of this towers creation, unnatural as it was, replacing the light house that has kept these shores safe for generations, Helm has commanded that I attend the village and come to the cause of the issues, a task I would gladly die to complete” He pauses as he speaks. “If you would have it” he finishes and waits for them to reply, lowering the shield he carries in a relaxed position, wincing slightly as his water battered muscles relax.

Nell braced her back against the large sarcophagus, planting both feet firmly against the stone wall. She drew in a deep breath of the musty air and pushed with her legs; the sarcophagus creaked and rocked as she heaved. She had been smart, ranging ahead of the others; any spoils would be hers and hers alone. Passing the large and strangely friendly fire elemental had not been hard in the end. He, or was it she? Did elementals have genders at all? Nell paused mid heave to consider this, how did elementals procreate anyway, do elementals fall in love? What if a fire and water elemental have an affair, how much steam would that cause? She chuckled in the darkness, not needing a torch a see in this strange tower a natural gift of her species. The fire elemental had remained non-threatening the whole time she saw it unlike that horrible air creature. Life, she mused, as she rocked the sarcophagus back and forth was all about angles. Everyone had one; there is not a creature in any of the realms that did not have a desire of some kind. “And that is what we… exploit” Nell said to herself between heaves, rocking the sarcophagus rhythmically. The fire elemental had one simple wish, two carved pumpkins sat unlit at the entrance to the area it was guarding. Nell knew as soon as she saw the pumpkins there was a connection, that elemental seemed to get very excited as Nell touched the pumpkins. She removed the carved lid and lit the candle within. The elemental flared with energy the flames of its form crackling into a purring noise. Nell crouched by the second pumpkin and smiled, removing the lid and lighting her flint and tinder. She moved the flame close to the candle but not enough to touch it, the candle’s wick started to smoke. The elemental flared in barely controlled anticipation. The sarcophagus rocked once and fell, slamming to the ground. The dull boom echoing around the chamber she was in. The sarcophagus had smashed open, the lid open and to one side. Nell ran her hands over the surface of her prize, the sound of combat coming from the way she had entered. “You and me are about to get to know each other Mr Mummy” She reached into the gloom and felt the hilt of a weapon in her hand. “Well now, so excited and only after one date” She pulled the weapon out of the darkness and looked at it. A ceremonial looking dagger greeted her, the hilt looked as though it was made of gold, ornate Egyptian looking hieroglyphs etched into the metal. “Mmm, you will score me a pretty penny my dear” Nell grasped the weapon in a combat grip to test the balance. Much to her surprise the blade extended magically into the length of a long sword, yet the weight was still that of a dagger. “Oh no my dear, you are mine” She smiled and slide her new prize into her belt hoop; she stooped over the sarcophagus and pulled out a bottle with some liquid in it. She had little time or trust for alchemy and slipped the bottle into her cloak pocket. As her slender fingers left the glass bottle she considered that perhaps learning the ways of poisoning might be useful. She rummaged through the rest of the loot and finding nothing of interest or value she slipped through the darkness toward the steps she had come down. The sound of battle had ended; she crept up the stairs sticking to the shadows. The Fire elemental was gone and a group of people where discussing something. She recognised the Raven Priest guy and some new fully armoured human, he seemed priestly too. She also observed some bizarre looking weasels. They seemed to be guarding a doorway, by far not the strangest thing she had seen today she pushed them out of her head. The feeling of safty and victory would be short lived. Nells teeth clentched as she threw her arms up defensivly against the torrent of water that slammed against her slinder form, a momentary scream leaving her lips as the cloth and then skin was stripped from her arms. She buckled onto her knees as her arms were forced apart by the sheer force of the stream of water, it impacting her chest and blasting the air from her lungs. The black jerkin she was wearing tore away at the chest and flew off in two pieces, leaving her bare chest and belly exposed to the tide, her shoulders and upper chest bore scars, old ones. Clearly she had been tortured at some point in her life. The skin on her chest and belly was stripped away in seconds the mist around her turning red. The torrent of water ceased and Nell's eyes rolled up into her head, she pitched face first into the pool of scarlet elf blood. Had it not been for the Raven Priest her story would have ended there, Nell would have walked with Fenmarel Mestarine in his relm. She was however dragged back to the matieral realm, coughing and vomiting the scarlet liquid from her lungs. Nell looked up at the Raven Prest and between coughs whispered "Thanks..."

Though Hemaskas was a little distraught about the planer travel. not showing it he felt very home sick and missed is past life very much, when the "haven" they entered reminded him of Home in a way. Hemaskas thought back to the time where he was courting his wife and honing his hunting skills. still a young man Hemaskas AKA {redbird} made his way out of camp in the early morning light, torches still burning along the outskirts of camp from the night before, the Morning Mist creeping across the landscape like a warm winters Blanket. Fall was Redbirds favorite time of year. His people were hard at work harvesting the sustenance for the coming winter months. &nbsp; This "Haven" reminded him of a Time where the older men of the village would set out to the coastal waters 2 moons time. where they would unearth their long boats hidden away for the time of harvest. Fish were a huge part of their winter store. it was a time of migration for the gigantic blues that would come from the breeding grounds in the north,heading south toward warmer waters. The white sandy beaches ,bleached white from combination of the sun and the salt. worn so fine. it soothed the soul to connect with the earth,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hemaskas{redbird} remembers digging his toes into the white warm sand as the ocean waves crashed on the beach deafening but clearing the mind of any impure thoughts.Grounding and washing away another season. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Redbird. was too young to accompany his father, grandfather, and the older hunters of the tribe, but he remembers it clearly. watching the large hollowed out redwoods being slid down the beach into the crashing surf. heavy hemp nets piled high in the center of the boats.maneuvering through the surf was not easy, you needed to be of strong stock and great strength to over come the waves to get out past the breakers to the fishing area.Redbird was still too young. but he had his duties. laying out the older nets for repair. when the boats would return they would bob across the raging surf gliding into the beach with the massive waves. filled to the brim with the Blue. after returning&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Redbirds{hemaskas} other job was to collect the fishing gear from the boats lay them out to dry and wash the tools with fresh water, then help store the gear away for next harvest.these times were sacred to hemaskas,they gave him not only the strength he has now but the patience that has helped him through his journey as of late. Hemaskas wasn't always known as Hemaskas there was a life before this one he knows now. When the time came each teenage boy of the village would be sent off on their seeking ritual. alone no gear other than the clothes on his back and his own two hands,into the wilderness to find himself to become a man. Redbird had completed his Spiritual journey.visited with his ancestors on the spiritual plane, and found his true calling within the tribe. It is very hazy now as to what he figured out, but it was complete when Redbird {Hemaskas} was was on his way home when night came . He knew of a house not far off the trail where an old man and his wife lived, so he turned in that direction to look for a place to sleep until morning. When he got to the house there was nobody in it. He thought maybe they had gone after water, and so stretched himself out in the farther corner to sleep. Very soon he heard a raven cry outside, and in a little while afterwards the old man came into the House and sat down by the fire without noticing the young man, who kept still in the dark corner. &nbsp;&nbsp; Soon there was another raven cry outside, and the old man said to himself, "Now my wife is coming," and sure enough in a little while the old woman came in and sat down by her husband. Then "red bird" knew they were Raven Mockers and he was frightened and kept very quiet. The old man Said to his wife, "Well, what luck did you have?" "None," said the old woman, "there were too many doctors watching. What luck did you have?" "I got what I went for," said the old man, "there is no reason to fail, but you never have luck. Take this and cook it and lets have something to eat." She fixed the fire and then the young man smelled meat roasting and thought it smelled sweeter than any meat he had ever tasted. He peeped out from one eye, and it looked like a man's heart roasting on a stick. &nbsp;Suddenly the old woman said to her husband, "Who is over in the corner?" "Nobody," said the old man. "Yes, there is," said the old woman, "I hear him snoring," and she stirred the fire until it blazed and lighted up the whole place, and there was the young man lying in the corner. He kept quiet and pretended to be asleep. The old man made a noise at the fire to wake him, but still he pretended to sleep. Then the old man came over and shook him, and he sat up and rubbed his eyes as if he had been asleep all the time. Now it was near daylight and the old woman was out in the other house getting breakfast ready, but the Redbird {hemaskas} could hear her crying to herself. "Why is your wife crying?" he asked the old man. "Oh, she has lost some of her friends lately and feels lonesome," said her husband; but the young man knew that she was crying because he had heard them talking. &nbsp;&nbsp; As the myths go.if the Raven Mocker is ever known in human form he will die in seven days.unless a deal is struck so as the person who found them out is made to serve or die. When they came out to breakfast the old man put a bowl of corn mush before him and said, "This is all we have--we have had no meat for a long time." After breakfast the young man started on again, but when he had gone a little way the old man ran after him with a fine piece of bead work and gave it to him, saying, "Take this, and don't tell anybody what you heard last, night, if you agree i will give you the power of the raven. If you Decline I will Take your heart as you stand before me... "RED BIRD" Agreed. and the old man (the Raven Mocker) Chanted some words and stabbed "RED BIRD" in the left shoulder with raven feathers. and told him Now you will be known as HEMASKAS in human toung you will be called Crazy Beak. and with these powers you will Protect the Raven Mocker....."Red Bird" Nown known as HEMASKAS. is Torn between two worlds. Believing in the good of people but now bound to Protect the Raven Mocker. Curse of the Raven mocker

Ultrix 11/1/2016 &nbsp; &nbsp; Travel with this group is interesting. Elementals, Undead, and who knows whats next. Perhaps the instructor i seek? my spell book is in desperate need of filling. Ellathron, you are sorely missed.... your training brought me here, but at less than best ability. I will avenge your falling to the Skeleton Horde that razed our beloved home.... no undead beast will rest peacefully as long as I, Jhansiblhan Corellian, draw breath.

Sizi 11/1/2016 &nbsp; &nbsp; My days with Bloody Axe Company never held as much excitement as my ew weeks with The Challengers of Destiny. Swargen, Torvald, both warriors i desire to be as good as. And Grubar, outward a beast, but with an awareness of the world even the most intelligent do not posess. Hamaskas with his connections to the world of death.... and other companions who still have much potential. Adventure awaits, and Sizi will be known to the world for good deeds, instead of connected to the devious Bloody Axe.

Grubar 11/1/2016 &nbsp; &nbsp; Winds say Human Giant Son show Grubar way of wind...... Thunder booms from hammer..... Magic closes wounds..... Walks in sky with wind on rainbow.... Grubar happy, much paint for face.... Human Giant Son and others good tribe.... Grubar will die so they may live

Swargen 11/1/2016 &nbsp; &nbsp; Once again Thor has ripped me from my companions in a time of need..... Limbo, and for what? How have i displeased my Lord? Guide me Thor, so i may stay true to You AND my companions, instead of lying here, looking into myself and seeing that emptiness left when you withdraw your Love from your vessel......