09-17-2015, 01:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-17-2015, 01:56 PM by DM Surranó.)
PRESENT: Portho
This thread may contain spoilers for the rest of the characters.
... He has since returned to Waterdeep, still believing that the lore of the location of Dolblunde must lie in some forgotten trove in one of the many ruins that lie in the areas that were once the Fallen Kingdom of Phalorm (pretty much the whole area around Waterdeep south almost to Baldur's gate, east to Loudwater and north halfway to Neverwinter). So whenever he hears of adventurer's headed into the many dungeons of the area his curiousity is piqued, and he will attempt to join if he can.
It sounded bizarre and dangerous to team up with strangers once again after the tragedy at Ardeep but he couldn't hold his horses and this is how he accompanied a band of treasure hunters who mentioned an underdark community that could be reached through the dull sewers of Waterdeep. They were quite a secretive branch; featuring a paladin in glossy white armour called Pearl; an elven ranger of fiery red hair called Ruby; a cursed albino she-mage who continually shed an aura of purple light called Malachite; and the most mysterious figure who claimed to be Oghma's cleric with olive eyes called Chrysolite.
These four were sturdy companions, strong in mind and body by the first glance and all went well until some portal mechanisms separated half the party from the other. Ruby and Chrysolite remained on the far side on the door and the girl's surprised yell could be heard. It took quite some desperate banging and heaving until Pearl could reopen the door and Portho wisely withheld the information that it was actually him who found the secret button that opened the door and not sheer strength.
Once reunited the party's mutual agreement seemed to have been damaged somewhat. Ruby acted as if she were wary of any actions the priest took and next night Portho pried some terse words out of the otherwise rather silent ranger. She said the priest was stronger than she ever imagined but didn't go into details.
Later on, Pearl warned Chrysolite that he was facing great evil behind one of the doors and entered first ranks but nothing was found beyond the door.
For many, the adventure ended within some ancient dwarven ruins they found beneath the sewers. The tunnels were infested by dozens of monstrous spiders and the party got surrounded. Chrysolite was the first to go down and the spiders quickly overwhelmed the party. The last thing Portho saw before darkness shrouded his eyes was that the two spiders spun their silky threads around mage and paladin.
Is it hours or days that passed afterwards, the gnome couldn't tell but slowly he regained consciousness. His heart throbbed hard within his head, the wounds with the injected paralytic poison still burned like hell, and he felt overall weak, famished and parched.
Slowly gathering himself he invoked some magic light to look around. He was in a similar yet unknown chamber in the same dwarven ruins. Or was it the same? Looking around, he froze in terror: there she lay, Ruby the ranger, her body parched, effectively mummified, her charming face dried up to skull-and-skin.
Map: on Google sheets
This thread may contain spoilers for the rest of the characters.
... He has since returned to Waterdeep, still believing that the lore of the location of Dolblunde must lie in some forgotten trove in one of the many ruins that lie in the areas that were once the Fallen Kingdom of Phalorm (pretty much the whole area around Waterdeep south almost to Baldur's gate, east to Loudwater and north halfway to Neverwinter). So whenever he hears of adventurer's headed into the many dungeons of the area his curiousity is piqued, and he will attempt to join if he can.
It sounded bizarre and dangerous to team up with strangers once again after the tragedy at Ardeep but he couldn't hold his horses and this is how he accompanied a band of treasure hunters who mentioned an underdark community that could be reached through the dull sewers of Waterdeep. They were quite a secretive branch; featuring a paladin in glossy white armour called Pearl; an elven ranger of fiery red hair called Ruby; a cursed albino she-mage who continually shed an aura of purple light called Malachite; and the most mysterious figure who claimed to be Oghma's cleric with olive eyes called Chrysolite.
These four were sturdy companions, strong in mind and body by the first glance and all went well until some portal mechanisms separated half the party from the other. Ruby and Chrysolite remained on the far side on the door and the girl's surprised yell could be heard. It took quite some desperate banging and heaving until Pearl could reopen the door and Portho wisely withheld the information that it was actually him who found the secret button that opened the door and not sheer strength.
Once reunited the party's mutual agreement seemed to have been damaged somewhat. Ruby acted as if she were wary of any actions the priest took and next night Portho pried some terse words out of the otherwise rather silent ranger. She said the priest was stronger than she ever imagined but didn't go into details.
Later on, Pearl warned Chrysolite that he was facing great evil behind one of the doors and entered first ranks but nothing was found beyond the door.
For many, the adventure ended within some ancient dwarven ruins they found beneath the sewers. The tunnels were infested by dozens of monstrous spiders and the party got surrounded. Chrysolite was the first to go down and the spiders quickly overwhelmed the party. The last thing Portho saw before darkness shrouded his eyes was that the two spiders spun their silky threads around mage and paladin.
Is it hours or days that passed afterwards, the gnome couldn't tell but slowly he regained consciousness. His heart throbbed hard within his head, the wounds with the injected paralytic poison still burned like hell, and he felt overall weak, famished and parched.
Slowly gathering himself he invoked some magic light to look around. He was in a similar yet unknown chamber in the same dwarven ruins. Or was it the same? Looking around, he froze in terror: there she lay, Ruby the ranger, her body parched, effectively mummified, her charming face dried up to skull-and-skin.
Map: on Google sheets
