Grimorie and Day Book of Zyzx
Jan 25, 2015 15:56:35 GMT -8
Post by samuraiamp on Jan 25, 2015 15:56:35 GMT -8
Tenth of Firstmoon
I have finally arrived back in mine people homeland. What stories these stones could tell. What tells of glory and death and woe could the bones of the fallen deliver if they were but raised so that they might speak. This city is foreign to me but the people are not entirely so. They are dwarves just as I. They are of the earth and stone and cold just as I am. However this is a troubled city. Those filth that we call orcs have chosen to finally scurry away from their homeland and try to live here though why we did not immediately put them to the sword is beyond me. Probably do to the influence of the weak willed, spineless git they call Lord Grammion. Its a pity it was only a morganti hack that touched him. Svodlun would be better off if he had died long ago. However he will not remain in this world for long. His daughters may have behun to bend to his weak tendencies but with time I am sure I can persuade them to what is best for DWARVEs everywhere. For now until my power grows I must wait and play the kind fool. The orc lover, the race betrayer.
But my power has begun to grow just as my interest has in what some label the dark arts. The party was foolish enough to assist some of the intelligent beasts called centaurs. Apparently undead set upon them and would come to kill the centaurs. A few waves of zombies were repulsed but they simply kept coming. What a wonderful quality of the undead. A creature with singleminded obsession is powerful indeed. The lesser of these zombie undead were eventually joined by a host of skeletons and bone men who proceeded to attack in earnest and kill the centaurs. However once they had been slain they simply walked away leaving the wounded of our party left strewn on the battlefield.
The party foolishly followed and came upon a mud tract of land. The undead had deanimated. The party apparently proceeded to search the undead and a particularly gold obsessed individual pocketed a handsome chain. Almost immediately the dead rose and with singleminded purpose turned against the thief, slew him and took back the chain before deanimated once again. Twice more members of the party took the chain before once again being struck down. Apparently the party finally gained some witts and decided to burn the undead and retrieved the chain.
What a wonderful piece of magic most be on that chain to cause such a reaction. I must examine it once I receive the chance!
This particular group seems particularly fond of helping those who do not deserve it. During the course of my stay they negotiated a peace with kobolds and went to protect the rancid orcs.
I spent my time much more productively. While I was forced for a time to investigate some stolen fish of all things I was soon able to investigate something far more interesting. A haunt had been spotted. It appeared to be a women with bleeding eyes. She spoke in the ever most odd way. She spoke in circles statting "Don't play in the river", "The earth lanced the eye","Gods fear them and men hate them", "A saw the answer and that was the problem see?"and finally something about a "faceless man who created daughters out of riddle and rhyme and they were called nobody."
What this means I do not know. As for the earlier quotes we guessed that she was seer who fell victim to the seer's plague and saw something that she was not supposed to see, possibly something to do someone disturbing the flow or river of time. Somehow someone or something on earth had"lanced the eye" of the fates making them blind. What this means for all of us Ido not know but I hope we are able to discover what truly dark and astonishing powers did this before we are all its victim.
I have lodged inquiries with Shantill, and Windsward. I also plan to investigate all this in the library of Grammion Hold as well as with the the Shrine of the Elder Goddess
May the gods preserves the realms of dwarf and men.
Zyzx
I have finally arrived back in mine people homeland. What stories these stones could tell. What tells of glory and death and woe could the bones of the fallen deliver if they were but raised so that they might speak. This city is foreign to me but the people are not entirely so. They are dwarves just as I. They are of the earth and stone and cold just as I am. However this is a troubled city. Those filth that we call orcs have chosen to finally scurry away from their homeland and try to live here though why we did not immediately put them to the sword is beyond me. Probably do to the influence of the weak willed, spineless git they call Lord Grammion. Its a pity it was only a morganti hack that touched him. Svodlun would be better off if he had died long ago. However he will not remain in this world for long. His daughters may have behun to bend to his weak tendencies but with time I am sure I can persuade them to what is best for DWARVEs everywhere. For now until my power grows I must wait and play the kind fool. The orc lover, the race betrayer.
But my power has begun to grow just as my interest has in what some label the dark arts. The party was foolish enough to assist some of the intelligent beasts called centaurs. Apparently undead set upon them and would come to kill the centaurs. A few waves of zombies were repulsed but they simply kept coming. What a wonderful quality of the undead. A creature with singleminded obsession is powerful indeed. The lesser of these zombie undead were eventually joined by a host of skeletons and bone men who proceeded to attack in earnest and kill the centaurs. However once they had been slain they simply walked away leaving the wounded of our party left strewn on the battlefield.
The party foolishly followed and came upon a mud tract of land. The undead had deanimated. The party apparently proceeded to search the undead and a particularly gold obsessed individual pocketed a handsome chain. Almost immediately the dead rose and with singleminded purpose turned against the thief, slew him and took back the chain before deanimated once again. Twice more members of the party took the chain before once again being struck down. Apparently the party finally gained some witts and decided to burn the undead and retrieved the chain.
What a wonderful piece of magic most be on that chain to cause such a reaction. I must examine it once I receive the chance!
This particular group seems particularly fond of helping those who do not deserve it. During the course of my stay they negotiated a peace with kobolds and went to protect the rancid orcs.
I spent my time much more productively. While I was forced for a time to investigate some stolen fish of all things I was soon able to investigate something far more interesting. A haunt had been spotted. It appeared to be a women with bleeding eyes. She spoke in the ever most odd way. She spoke in circles statting "Don't play in the river", "The earth lanced the eye","Gods fear them and men hate them", "A saw the answer and that was the problem see?"and finally something about a "faceless man who created daughters out of riddle and rhyme and they were called nobody."
What this means I do not know. As for the earlier quotes we guessed that she was seer who fell victim to the seer's plague and saw something that she was not supposed to see, possibly something to do someone disturbing the flow or river of time. Somehow someone or something on earth had"lanced the eye" of the fates making them blind. What this means for all of us Ido not know but I hope we are able to discover what truly dark and astonishing powers did this before we are all its victim.
I have lodged inquiries with Shantill, and Windsward. I also plan to investigate all this in the library of Grammion Hold as well as with the the Shrine of the Elder Goddess
May the gods preserves the realms of dwarf and men.
Zyzx