01-21-2007, 04:05 PM
Third tenday of Mirtil, Third-day,
Acre, The Vast
Their ride was thankfully uneventful reaching here. The town, unfortunately, could not give them a warm greeting. They came close after antagonizing the Half-Orcish bartender to the point he nearly burnt the place down on top of them all, so if that counts then, yes, I guess their greeting was warm. He was the first living soul they saw, though, until they hit the center of the towns disturbance: The house of a hermit mage. Inside, though no one knew it, the mage was already dead at the hand of his own magic.
From what I could gather he had been creating a clay Golem for several weeks now and becuase of the extreme dedication it took, his mephits and Kobold apprentice below were growing worried. Most of the Mephits cared little for their master, being brought into this world through a contract with strict terms of service, though one or two were extremely loyal as my subjects later found out. The Kobold however, decided to aid his master. Being an adept he was not as knowledgeable as his Master in the areas of magical creation and the like. Still that did not stop him from casting a spell on the half done Golem and interrupting the ritual process. It and the old mage dualed breifly while Kata, the Kobold ran down stairs. The mage's screams awoke the town as the Magic Resistant construct pounded him into a red mush.
This was how the subjects found the house. Inside they looted the house, killed a mephit or two who resisted and befriended the Kobold. At last Daverick stood at the door to the Mage's Bedroom. I remember the fear in my chest as I watched him slowly open it. The Golem took no notice thank the gods. He was stupidly running through the last commands his malfunctioning brain invented for itself. Oskar in the clay room had found the things head, quite detached. Apparently he began poking and prodding the thing, and as that was where most of the Earth Elemental's Spirit was attached the Golem's body began swinging around madly to fend off the agitator. When Oskar crushed the head the Golem's body went effectively insane. It hurtled itself out the building and onto the street below. Whompt leaped out with his axe drawn in true crazed barbarian style. A pity he struck the ground. The others followed, either inspired by his jump or actually running outside the normal way. I admit, there was a moment of despair for me, when the beat felled a member of the guard with a single blow. They were injured, how could they hope to weather such heavy attacks? But they carved chunks out of the beast with conviction. Kata put his sorcery to work on the head and destroyed the core of the beasts spirit. Finally, Oskar delivered the last strike that fully released the tormented spirit of the Golem.
Tomorrow the party will set out again. Will they heed the god Alkaios and make for Tsurlangol? If they do will it be the path over the earthspur mountains or will they make for Raven's Bluff and get a ship directly to the city? Questions, questions.
Acre, The Vast
Their ride was thankfully uneventful reaching here. The town, unfortunately, could not give them a warm greeting. They came close after antagonizing the Half-Orcish bartender to the point he nearly burnt the place down on top of them all, so if that counts then, yes, I guess their greeting was warm. He was the first living soul they saw, though, until they hit the center of the towns disturbance: The house of a hermit mage. Inside, though no one knew it, the mage was already dead at the hand of his own magic.
From what I could gather he had been creating a clay Golem for several weeks now and becuase of the extreme dedication it took, his mephits and Kobold apprentice below were growing worried. Most of the Mephits cared little for their master, being brought into this world through a contract with strict terms of service, though one or two were extremely loyal as my subjects later found out. The Kobold however, decided to aid his master. Being an adept he was not as knowledgeable as his Master in the areas of magical creation and the like. Still that did not stop him from casting a spell on the half done Golem and interrupting the ritual process. It and the old mage dualed breifly while Kata, the Kobold ran down stairs. The mage's screams awoke the town as the Magic Resistant construct pounded him into a red mush.
This was how the subjects found the house. Inside they looted the house, killed a mephit or two who resisted and befriended the Kobold. At last Daverick stood at the door to the Mage's Bedroom. I remember the fear in my chest as I watched him slowly open it. The Golem took no notice thank the gods. He was stupidly running through the last commands his malfunctioning brain invented for itself. Oskar in the clay room had found the things head, quite detached. Apparently he began poking and prodding the thing, and as that was where most of the Earth Elemental's Spirit was attached the Golem's body began swinging around madly to fend off the agitator. When Oskar crushed the head the Golem's body went effectively insane. It hurtled itself out the building and onto the street below. Whompt leaped out with his axe drawn in true crazed barbarian style. A pity he struck the ground. The others followed, either inspired by his jump or actually running outside the normal way. I admit, there was a moment of despair for me, when the beat felled a member of the guard with a single blow. They were injured, how could they hope to weather such heavy attacks? But they carved chunks out of the beast with conviction. Kata put his sorcery to work on the head and destroyed the core of the beasts spirit. Finally, Oskar delivered the last strike that fully released the tormented spirit of the Golem.
Tomorrow the party will set out again. Will they heed the god Alkaios and make for Tsurlangol? If they do will it be the path over the earthspur mountains or will they make for Raven's Bluff and get a ship directly to the city? Questions, questions.
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