I have been unable to write for some time, my adventuring group has been held prisoner in a Wizard’s tower after a failed rescue attempt. The more things change …
We had been approached by Sir Eamon Mallory, the Chief Bailiff of Fairloch, to accompany the elven trader Thelindelar on a journey to a stronghold named Strayhold in the Khadeshi confederation to investigate Orcish intentions towards the Empire, due to a recent spate of covert incursions by mercenaries hired by the Triple-Scar clan.
I ran into my former squire, Teanik, along with other former associates, Roland and Jorge. I was taken aback by a very seductive young lady jumping into my lap at a tavern, but she was even more surprised when she realised I didn’t remember any of them. I still have so many holes, more questions than answers, it would drive me to despair if I couldn’t keep busy.
Our more social party members managed to dig up rumours of a Triple-Scar Upper echelon meeting occurring at one of their mines many hours travel from Strayhold. We set out to try and determine their intentions and got involved in a slave revolt at the mine lead by Tianik and her cronies who were there looking for a particular missing person. They had no luck but joined us in defending the mine from an early arriving force of Triple-Scars. We couldn’t get the slaves away before the main force of Scars arrived so prepared to fight hard and drive them away.
We ended up being challenged by an Ogre Sorceress who was the chieftess of the Triple Scars, we had almost defeated her when some crazy wizard created an earthquake which caused us to fall into ancient tunnels beneath the mountain and scattered our party through the catacombs.
We all managed to come together whilst allying with some of the missing Orcs. We faced down a Hydra before meeting up with the Ogress again. My friend Fynn made a deal with her to buy the freed slaves and have safe passage out of Khadesh. Fynn and I wnet back to Strayhold to collect Thelindelar while the rest of our party and the freed folk walked back to the Empire.
Fynn and I reached Stray hold and found that the local wizard Catharandamus had arranged to have Thelindelar taken to his tower. She had not returned. Fynn organised for a magical message to be sent to Val and we requested the rest of our group as reinforcements.
Val, Dordock, Elrich and Rytlock met us in Strayhold and we began to find out more about Catharandamus and his tower. I was foolish and headstrong and was brought to the barracks of the local peacekeepers who went by the name The Golden Suns. I earnt my freedom and learnt my lesson.
Fynn arranged a meeting with the wizard’s apprentice, Cosime, and she met with us so we could arrange an equitable trade. Unfortunately, her master wasn’t interested in our magical trinkets and so turned us down, Fynn let Cosime know that it wasn’t the end of our conversation.
The group worked out where a back entry was into the tower and so we entered, with our new ally Gyda – a beautiful primal warrior.
We had no idea how many forces would be arrayed against us in this hellish tower. There were a platoon of Golden Sun troops, metal men, knights made of eyeballs, fire beasts, and many other enemies. We beat most of them but wore ourselves out. Our last stand was in an underground library. I was taken out by a magical cone of cold and woke up in a cell.
They tortured us mercilessly, allowing us little rest, and kept us confude and addled. If not for the bravery of two apprentices of the tower, we would have been subsumed into their horrible simulacrums. We found out from one of our rescuers, Oggradyn, that Val and Fynn had both been killed in our final stand. I feel that I am cursed to constantly see my friends fall around me.
Oggradyn is a dwarvish mortician while Modryn is a magic-using warrior. They had found out about the experiments and horrors being committed by the 4 leaders of the tower, that’s right Catharandamus was the face for even more magic-users. WE gathered up weapons and armour and then hunted down the wizards who were present.
We destroyed two of the Quadvirate, but Catharandamus and the Orc Sorceror were not home. We destroyed all the horrors and escaped the tower.
We rested back at a local tavern and then in the morning set out to return to Fairloch.
We got out of town and headed back to fairloch, meeting refugees from Newbridge on the way. Orcs had invaded and had razed the town, we escorted them to safety and then snuck closer to fairloch.
It was under seige but luckily we also cook, rytlock cast a waterwalk spell that night and we followed the lake into town.
We are now planning to ride 100 miles to Marr’s Hill , the nearest imperial garrison , to get reinforcements to break the siege.
I will no doubt see you soon