Ravenloft-Texas

NPC Dalbert Hunnings - Welcome to Ravenloft
It was just another dismal day here in Fairhaven. The rain continuously muddies all of the streets. It keeps the farmers from being able to harvest their crops, the ranchers from being able to let their sheep roam to distant greener pastures, and it means I will have to gather more ‘lost’ from the Waxing Wild Inn in a dingy downpour.

I hear there are six more ‘lost’ this time. They just keep showing up in Silvane; sucked from their home worlds into our hell. They often spend days in broken down spirits as they realize everything and everyone they have ever known has been lost to them for all time.

This group won’t have that luxury. I will turn them over to MOLE and they will put them to work reinforcing the defenses of the town before the next attack begins, which will likely occur within the next few days based upon the regularity with which the attacks have occurred as of late. I hope these strangers take the situation more seriously than the last group. We buried all but one of them just days ago before most in the town had even had a chance to know them.

I have to turn over more of the people’s taxes to that gutter snipe Hep Mcgee too. He is less deserving than nearly anyone I can think of in this town and yet we constantly fill his pockets. He mistreats his adopted daughter Henna and would certainly be placed in the stockades if he wasn’t the brother-in-law of the magistrate.

Well it is time to go deliver the bad news to another group of strangers…Let’s hope none of them choose to strangle me.

—from Dalbert Hunning’s Diary Entry #53

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NPC Romzen - The Crypts of Pelor
I assigned the newly arrived ‘lost’ to the 74th cadre here in Fairhaven. They took it pretty well. And other than the beastly minotaur who requested a larger bed and the female sword mage who asked for separate sleeping facility there were not even any odd requests. Much preferable to that hot-headed ardent a month ago who said he had no intention of spending a day in this….what did he call it….”Shithole”.

I would have put them on city defense reinforcement duty, but the clergy of Pelor found that all the bodies in their temple had been raised as undead the last time the city was assaulted and thus they wanted it taken care of.

Cadre 74 spent the afternoon clearing out some of the undead. I heard that a few clay constructs had also be put in their path; pretty typical. They spent a night resting in the barracks and I assigned cleanup rituals to a couple of the arcanists. The clergy told me they wouldn’t take another step into the crypts without it being cleaned up and the bodies put back together properly.

Cadre 74 is down there right now. I hope they finish up and get back soon and I hope they don’t forget that dagger I told them to look for. It seems every time I send them down there, someone wants them to do more.

-Thoughts by Romzen Yeworm

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Crypts of Pelor - by Taeghan (RV1B)
Ramblings of a Maniac Elf
Well, we’re taking a break before seeing why those skeletons up ahead want out so bad. That was a hellacious fight. I think I’ll name my diary “The Red Apple Chronicles.” This is day 2 since we left the inn. I truly am cursed to be in such a hellish realm.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the amber crystalline creature, even if I can’t pronounce his name. He controlled the action very well – gave me some good shots! That Coyote is one crazy human – reminds me of my cousin. I hope I don’t have to kill him as well when he does something stupid and gets himself possessed or controlled! I didn’t like the greedy look he got in his eyes when I handed the dagger over to Vindar-Ka.

I must speak with the pale priest about this Raven Queen. My faith in Melora is weakening in this realm of shadows and damnation! Well, Vindar-Ka is rousing us. As long as we stick the 2 Dragon men up front, we should be just fine.

I wonder if we’ll ever see the Minotaur and Nene again. It was nice to see one of the People who practice the lost art of Bladesinging; but I can’t dwell on reminders of my past life—look forward and move ahead!

Day 2 in the Raven Queen’s Realm [from the pages of “The Red Apple Chronicles,” being the journal of the Ranger Taeghen Eveningfall]

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Welcome to Ravenloft - Mhadcrysilo's Notes (RV1)
Yesterday I woke in Liberty Point, today I am in an unknown land. This is some sort of dream, if I am even able to have such things, or maybe this is punishment, I am unsure. I do know that the sensations I am experiencing now I have never had before. It is almost a blessing, more than a curse, for me to be here. I have joined with a band of mortals that have also come here unknowingly, our unspoken quest… to return. While that option eludes us I look forward to experiencing as many sensations I can, I am actualy excited about the possibilities.

note to self: Unarmed people with children should be dealt with using compassion, not a sword! ... my inner self mourns… this particular sensation is interesting and yet difficult to deal with all at once.

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The View of a Killer - Day 1 (RV1)
I have somehow awakened in a strange land. To my suprise I’m not dead, but I’m on a different plane. What the hell does this mean? I was watching my wife being taken away from me and then everything went black. I know I was in the arena fighting and I was hit in the head. How did I end up here… I need to resume the search NOW!

I can’t leave this inn… The cursed owner will not let me. Now I’ve been “conscripted” into this ragtag army of people trapped here. From being a slave in one land, being free, and back to slave again. I am a slave only in name! I will kill anyone who hinders me in finding my wife. I only play along with this because I cannot leave these lands without the help of others.

Wow… So I’m already on my first mission with the newly christened 74th Cadre… I wonder what happened to the others. On second thought… Nevermind it doesn’t matter. We have to clear some crypt of some “should be dead things but they’re not.” Oh well, my blades hunger. Its been a while since I’ve gotten to kill. They frowned upon killing in the arena (too many slave masters didn’t want their slaves dead…You can’t make money off dead slaves). Dead, alive, undead… Its all the same. I hope no one gets in my way. I would hate to hurt one of these “soldiers” because they got in my way.

We fought statues in the first room. They must have been some sort of defence put up by the Clerics of Pelor. They were easy prey. The second room ended without a hitch as well. We killed the skeletons of these past heroes. Psh… I guess they don’t retain their old fighting skills. If they did then they deserved to die. We had to go back because we needed to regroup and regain focus.

- End of Day One

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The View of a Killer- Day 2 (RV1B)
So we trained with some new people today. Two of the Dragonborne… One is a red and another blue. I’ve never fought one before… I wonder if they will spar sometime. I think the armored one would be fun. He looks too slow to hurt me. I’m not going to underestimate that tail though. I’ve fought many animals before and crocs have dangerously strong tails. I’ve seen them snap the legs of slow fools like a green stick. I’m sure they can do the same.

We entered the Crypts again to resume our task. We didn’t have Nene and the Minotaur this time. Shame… That minotaur was awesome to fight with. Fought even more undead. The weapons from our previous days kills were gone! Did someone take them or did they disappear by magic? Beats me… All I know is we are looking for a dagger… Reassemble the corpses we kill again? HA! Do I look like a maid… I had better be getting paid for this. If not I think killing the halfling will suffice. They are annoying… No one will miss him. Well, I guess he provides cover for if I steal something. Halflings have stickyfingers anyway… I could use him as a suspect!

We cleared two long fights in the crypts today. I hear the undead trying to escape down the hall… They are smarter than I thought. Another fight is about to begin but we are out of time…

- TO BE CONTINUED

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Prayers to the Raven Queen (RV1C)
Most Holy goddess of death, fate and winter, your humble servant asks you to reveal your will.

I find myself in a strange land, pressed into service in defense of a town under siege. I travel with a group known as the 74th Cadre. The human, Coyote, seems most adept at bringing beings to their ultimate fate. Mhadcrysilo, a shardmind, has a need to control our destinies. If it be your will, I ask that you provide the means to show him the error of his ways. Paelius, one of two dragonborne in the cadre, is a paladin of Amaunator. He seems to have no fear. Help me ensure that he does not become prideful in his ability to withstand great odds. The other dragonborne, Rask, appropriately shows deference to me, while assisting me in healing duties. Raziel, a deva, is quite proficient in destroying undead, which I pray brings you some gratification. Taeghan, an elf, may possibly be converted to our Unkindness as his faith in elven gods wanes. Thus far, my teammates in the cadre have proven themselves useful instruments in carrying out your divine bidding.

For our first mission we were asked to destroy undead abominations in a local crypt. I must confess, at first, a burning anger welled inside me at the sight of them. In the end, however, this anger changed to rapture as I witnessed the monstrosities destroyed. To your great glory, we vanquished them all and the dead rest in peace again. As long as our missions continue to coincide with your commandments, I will remain with the cadre. I know it is my fate to be here, and I pray that I am following your desires. Continue to grant me guidance to carry out my fate, and divine my purpose here in this place.

Ever your faithful servant in death, Amen.

(Out of game: a flock of ravens is known as an “unkindness”)

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View From a Killer- Day 2 pt 3 (RV1C)
We had some more new blood today. Some new guy named Raziel he says he is a Deva. I think he may not be smart.. I mean who messes up the word ‘diva’. Anyways, he hurts the undead pretty good. He does more damage than the cleric does to undead, plus he hits multiple enemies. He makes them extra crispy! I don’t know what he said to Rask to make him leave but it must have been important, seeing how he rushed out so.

I got to surprise some undead who were preoccupied with the doors at the end of the hall. They were clawing at it trying to open it. I decided I would show off some of my dagger throwing skills. I showed off my skills and hit one undead in both eyes. One of these throws with an ally in the way. I nailed that shot. No one noticed it though because someone was throwing Flaming Bags’O’Crap at us. They were more of an insult than a hindrance. Some people decided to stomp them out… HEHEHEHEHE… We cleared the initial group but were ambushed by 4 more from our flank. We defeated those and the poop flingers.

We walked into the hall the poop flingers were hiding and I found three unlit poop bags aka Alchemist’s Fire. I snatched them off the shelf before anyone could notice. I snickered because I sensed a prank in the making. The new guy and the cleric were going back and forth. Good thing he wasn’t talking about me because if you call me something and I don’t understand. I get offended… Just ask Paelius T’wrynn… You talk crap, you get hit with my coin purse. That’s what you get for using big words I don’t understand. He still had the bloodstains on the back of his helmet since we had not left the dungeon yet. I wonder how long it will take him to notice… HAHAHAHAHAHA!

The room at the end of the hall has 2 caskets in it. One with a big stone carving of a warrior with a huge sword… The other looks kind of plain. So someone decided to show off and open the thing by their self. It took a while… The slab came off and nearly crushed me. I tumbled out of the way and a body was inside. Looks like this guy was a rich guy. Dressed all fancy in robes and has a book and a… OMG a chest! Reach to grab it and try to open it I get slapped on the hands by Mad… He said don’t touch it may be cursed. Here I’ll use the force and pick it up then use your tools on it but no flesh contact… Yeah the second my tools hit the lock we were surrounded. HOLY SHITE! There is so many… queue the heroic music I killed 3 (2 archers and 1 warrior) of the undead with ease. There was no casters. There was 5 warriors and 5 archers. Then all of a sudden a huge skeleton comes out of the far casket. I dubbed him Capt. Crunch! The sucker was definitely large and in charge. I killed him by the way! Well again… Rekilled? Redeaded? I dunno… Yeah he went splat to the floor when I was done. (Nice sword on him by the way). Then the other casket had some movement… OMG another one! It was the priestly dude… As he rose the area around him turned cold. It hurt being near him. You could feel life leaving you if you were next to him. I was uhhh taking a “nap” since this guy looked weak. I was tired, bloodied, and you know below 0… (HARHARHAR a cold joke/ hp joke.) Everyone else finished him off in my stead… Except Taeghan (KARMA is a bitch! You kept the dagger from me…I hope you liked your nap.)

Once Mr. Holier-Than-Thou was dead part of the party left to go see what was happening outside. Meanwhile I stayed inside with a few others to put the bodies back together and replace them in their “proper place.” I guess I was kind of clumsy because somehow during that long fight my sword ended up in Capt. Crunchs hands. Oh well they look the same anyway. Who would notice right? It would be rude to accuse us. We did them a huge favor by doing this and cleaning up. They will be so grateful and happy with us they shouldn’t notice. Even if they do I plan on being long gone from this realm by them. I feel the late great Capt would be proud that someone who bested him in combat is wielding his sword… It is a shame for his sword to never see combat again. He was a fine warrior. I think I got a little Captain in me… /captainpose

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Unfortunate ties (RV1C)
After today I think sitting in a cave for the next century might be a better idea…

Halfway through our mission to restore the tomb we were interrupted. One of our Dragonborn teammates was pulled away, he hadn’t even been with us a full day yet. The people in charge at least had the decency to replace him, a Deva named Raziel, even if only for the moment. I have met a few Deva since coming into existence, most have been quite noble, although a few worked for Chaos in some of the more… unmentioned tasks hoping to become a Rakshasa in the next life. The intent of this one has yet to be seen.

The team seems to be coming together just as Coyote does something so typically human; jumping around acting like a fairy or harlequin and shameless the whole time seeking to be glorified by landing killing blows. He is nothing like the rogues I worked with back in Liberty Point. Maybe some day he will mature.. heh, who am I kidding, he is a human, one can hope though right? Well one thing is for sure, we definitely have a ‘thief’ among us.

With Paelius holding his ground, Vindar-Ka praying for our bodies, and Taeghan with his mostly accurate archery we may become a formidable outfit yet. I am uncertain how many individuals will join or leave our group but one thing is certain, I must control myself if I am to help control the battlefield. I allowed the emotions that brought me into being take hold of my actions. This almost led to my physical manifestation being destroyed, if that happens my days of experiencing new sensations may be over, I can not allow that.

About Taeghan, that fellow is very confused. He foolishly believes that by invoking the names of the certain gods that I am some sort of follower and he is actually trying to convert me. I am not sure I should entertain him or not, Vindar-Ka seems to have converted him to the Raven Queen, whoever that is. Silly mortals, but for an elf to lose his faith so easily… something is very wrong in this land, very wrong indeed.

Whatever our future holds, for now, our fates are tied, however unfortunate they may be.

—Madchrysilo
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Nobody's Fool (RV1C)
Red Apple Chronicles, Entry 2
FEATURED ADVENTURE LOG

The longer we stay in this cursed crypt, the more I get the sense of being a plaything of the Gods. Well, the Gods may make a fool of me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let the fat human Dalbert and shifty Halfling Ramzen make a fool of me. We are being used, that’s for sure—it’s just a matter of time before we become a cautionary tale for Cadre 75. The only true state of existence is death; I felt her sweet caress ever so briefly as I dropped under the brutal cold of the undead warrior’s cruel sword, which is why I have abandoned Melora and sworn fealty to the Raven Queen.

Coyote seems to be coming unhinged more by the moment. I fear he may turn on the party after his escapades against the “captain” of the undead soldiers we just fought. Mhadchrysilo literally fell to pieces under the stress of learning the true essence of our plight. He will come to see the darkness in time. Perhaps when I next write I will seal my fate by eating the apple.

—Taeghan

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