Chain of Worlds

After regrouping from the Tower of Gears, Holy Kurn, our group managed to find Savin and once more come together. Our guides gave us more information on the heretical Lord of Teeth and the blasphemous Lord of Chains he is said to worship. It turns out that he controlled his packs with fear, not loyalty. We should be able to use this to our advantage in some kind of glorious ploy...

But I get ahead of myself. Firstly, we had to rescue the eggs of the Blue Dragon. With our goblin allies (so strange to use those words!) leading us, we ventured deep into the old dwarven hold, finding the door to a mage's demesne. Girding ourselves for battle, we burst in.

Inside were many slaves, but some overseers as well. Atop a platform in the far distance was a mage, who commanded a strange, vile machine of tainted magic. Nevertheless, Father Kurn, we rushed into battle!

The sick mage had beaten us in one way though: he had already corrupted two of the dragon eggs. As we battled the hobgoblin overseers, he released twisted creatures upon us. One of each a perverted goblin and hobgoblin, but the two dragon children as well, warped into horrific killing fiends. I myself was struck repeated by the insane wizard's terrible magics, and could understand why the dragons became the twisted freaks they were. Only the blessing of you, Holy Kurn, kept me in my beautiful eladrin form.

Eventually, and with great sorrow, we slew the tainted dragon children and the other foes before us. It was then I saw one dragon egg still remained! Hurrying, I covered it with my shield to protect it from further harm, while my brave companions all proceeded up to the perverted mage and quickly dashed him from this world.

We had saved one of the dragon's children, and I gave thanks for your help in allowing me this small, but significant victory. However, other terrors would soon be unleashed upon us...

Posted by Darren at 7:55 PM 0 comments  

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After a week of relaxation with the best amenities we have seen to date (as poor as they are), we returned to the hobgoblin occupied dwarven hold. With the magical transport available to us using the gate, we snuck back in and were contacted by the resistance movement and reunited with our guide, Yulia. It seems that she retains her usefulness and has acquired the probable location of the remaining dragon eggs. We began to journey to locate them in the company of a skilled dwarf and several slaves. In short order, our intrepid band had run afoul of a large unit of hobgoblins. In a rush to get away, our groups was split up and poor puny Savin was swept away with the throng of escaping slaves while the skilled dwarf lead the rest of our group to a “shortcut”; a chamber filled with gears the size of Savin’s old tower. The door that we wanted was at the bottom of this half-furlong high clockwork nightmare and we were at the top. Well, it could have been worse, we could have been on the bottom and trying to climb up. To my surprise, Baern led the way on to the gears and down. While his enthusiasm has there, his skill was not as he fell down several levels at a time, barely under control, landing with all the grace of a …well… a drunken dwarf. Yulia also descended quickly as well, without much grace but with much less noise. I, of course, navigated the course with poise and grace while Olly fought a valiant rearguard action to ensure our safety. At the bottom, there was an ambush that Baern succeeded in drawing out, focused as they were on the noise that he generated. We attempted to fight off the ambush but reinforcements that kept dropping from the gears above forced the implementation of an immediate rapid strategic retreat.

Posted by Voss at 6:48 PM 0 comments  

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