Sunday, August 9, 2009

The slow formation of a new Metaphysics

Let us start out with a rough listing of the knowledge and facts currently at my disposal.

We have come into possession of the Grotius Cube a spherical artefact that uses the Cubic law of Planar Stacking. Originally this device was used during the God Wars as a form of prison for highly powerful Collective Spontaneous Thaumological Fields (or deities as the layman insists on calling them). Created by the renowned artificer Nisendor Insenthel roughly 500 years ago, the Grotius Cube would appear to be a highly powerful artefact.

I have not encountered this law before. Indeed I have studied in depth the squared law of Planar stacking. It is this law that prevented the interpenetration of extra-dimensional spaces (leading to the question as to the state of this effect in the new Thaumalogical order). The cubic law of Planar Stacking was apparently forwarded by one Ansanthum Grotius, a theoretician that I am unfamiliar with (despite the fact that he predates me by several centuries).

I have seen a copy of the Malecarthium (a great magical work by written by Alosius Mark). All copies were assumed to be lost. I wish I could have gotten a chance to read it. Curiously it was much thinner than I expected.

I also, now have in my possession a memory core from the lost library of Anabaris (I had assumed the library a myth perpetrated by the uncreative theoreticians lamenting lost knowledge. The core would seem to tell the lie to my beliefs). Unfortunately, the core seems to be from the meta-biology wing and focuses entirely on various species of beast. Useful to be sure, but if I could get my hand on a Metaphysical core... Anabaris is supposedly located to the East, from where the civilized races came from before they settled where they are now in Haven, and it was lost in or before the Flight. So much was lost during the Flight... The Core I now possess, as well as the Malecarthium, were both obtained by Ancillin Eladrius. This would seem to indicate that either this Ancillin has found Anabris, or has stumbled across a collection of artefacts recovered from there. Unfortunately this is a name I am totally unfamiliar with so it does little good in helping to track down more information.

The Astral plane seems to have either been removed or amalgamated with wherever it is that the gods live. This has therefore likely resulted in a large reduction of the total number of planes. Since things powered or using the Squared Law of Planar stacking were highly dependent upon this number, a reduction in the total number of planes would have greatly reduced their power.

Unfortunately, I am forced to enter into speculation for a time here. I have been told (by a Spontaneous Thaumological Field known in the standard Pantheon as the Son) that the Metaphysical redistribution that we have experienced was confined mostly to Haven. Furlough experienced some temporary effects as a result of its linkage to Haven but has since reverted to its former state. I cannot confirm this but will, for the moment assume it to be true.

If this is true then Trian's multi-planar divergent theory appears to be at least partially correct. I was, however, told that there significant issue with the theory. Of course there are! Anyone even glancing at his meta-stasic calculations could see that!
Consider the following timeline (based upon our current apparent temporal location):
· Roughly 1100 years ago the Squared law of Planar stacking was postulated leading to the creation of extra-dimensional spaces and serving as the power source for the creation of the Aeries.
· Roughly 700 years ago (400 years later) Mount Pushkin was discovered and the link to Furlough was established. This increased the linked Realm count from one to two.
· Roughly 500 years ago, during the God Wars, the Grotius Cube was created. This was the first (and as far as I know only) example of an application of the Cubic law of Planar stacking.
· 97 years ago (roughly 400 years later) a magical realignment occurred. The result of this may have been (there is scant but mounting evidence...) the connection of a third Realm to Haven.

The above timeline is accurate, to the best of my knowledge, but it raises the possibility that the creation of the Cube may have started the process that resulted in the magical shift four hundred years later. Further, the power of the exponent in the Planar Stacking law(s) may be directly tied to the total number of Realms tied to Haven. Indeed the creation of an artefact relying upon a higher exponent may result in the universe attaching a new Realm in order to restore its balance.

Savin's Ledger

As we finally approached the Lord of Teeth's lair (I've been listening to Olen too long to resort to such a colorful turn of phrase) we encounterred his Steward.

The Steward seemed to command quite powerful fire magic. The truly, remarkable thing, however, was the apparent source of these powers. Unlike conventional power sources (see my Treatise of magical channeling sources) it would appear that this creature was getting his abilities directly from a flesh a blood being (The Lord of Teeth)! He also possessed an egg likew device that allowed the summoning of a demonic form.

We were able to subdue the Steward and ask some questions (he was woefully unversed on Planar and Thaumalogical theory). He then led us to a warded door that he said only he could open.

Seeing no other choice, we allowed him to do so. Unsuprisingly, we used this as on opportunity to escape and flee to his master, the Lord of Teeth.

The Lord of Teeth was a creature that I am unfamiliar with. Bipedal but with fur and a canine-esque gface and head. Like the dogs we met earlier, he was partially altered by an extra-planar force but was clearly not extra-planar himself.

The Lord of Teeth seemed to not hold his own minions in much regard and dispatched his Steward for us. We were able to defeat the Lord in combat (he was able to generate Demons internally it seemed)

The Lord of Teeth was apparently planning to send the last dragon egg through a portal back to "where he came from" and indeed we found a partially functional portal in the next room. This leads me to consider that the Lord of Teeth may be from a Third world. Could another world be joining the connection between Furlogh and Haven? This would explain the apparently mundane origins of a creature that I had not encountered before. The flaw in this theory is that the portal linked to another part of Haven. But, as I mentioned, the portal was not complete (and clearly hadn't been used since we recoverred the last egg)

We returned the remaining eggsto their mother (she seems to have decided to leave the area) and after some additional exploration decided to travel through the portal as it would bring us closer to a larger city. Hopefully, I can find an actual scholar unlike Marcus and Voss!

Savin's Ledger

It would appear. from their wild tales, that my companions encountered rather more excitement then myself when we were seperated.

I would have given Bolgen's left eye tooth to nsee one of the "corrupted" dragonlings in animate reality. I remain frunstratingly thwarted in my attempts to understand the workings of this new magical paradigm we find ourswelves in.

In any event, after we were reunited, our group was able to make our way towards where we were told the Lord of Teeth resided. We needed a pass card in order to accomplish this, however.

Fortunately, we were able to issolate one of the Lord's generals by some tampering with the Hold's elevators.

Accompanying this general were several wardogs. Normally this would be unremarkable except that these dogs appeared to be partially altered by a demonic (or at least extra planar) force. As usual, my companions were unwilling to provide proper time for in depth study. Indeed, I have not even been able to aquire proper samples. Thwarted again.

Interesting this planar influence is similar to that that we later encountered with the Lord of Teeth.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Mad Mage and Mutibility

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...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

From the pen of Voss

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.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Baern's Journal

It has been too long since I have had an opportunity to reflect on and organize my thoughts regarding recent events. Where is Savin when one needs to know the date, so that I might date this entry? I sit here contemplating the recent events in stunned silence. Some might even say dumbfounded. Only vaguely aware of my surroundings I will record the recent events. I can only wonder what the Mother has in mind for her servant...

We have infiltrated the infested dwarfish stronghold. The infestation if that of all manner of goblinoids. From little squishy ones to larger angry ones. I am surprised that any dwarfish refugees exist given the extent of the infestation.

Avoiding the roving patrols of these foul goblins we eventually stumbled upon a what appeared to be a dead end. Here we found an inactive magical portal in amongst what appeared to be a bunch of abandoned dwarfish mining supplies. After some investigation Savin and I figured the portal could be reactivated. I began work on reactivating the portal while the others started to secure the area.

We were ambushed through a secret door that we had not detected. The goblin horde fell upon us as we fought for our lives. I was had to maintain my concentrations on the on the magical portal as I had reached a very precarious point in the opening of the portal and had to continue or risk a a negative energy feedback loop that could blow us into the netherworld if it did not bring the mountain down on our heads.

I do not know how many waved of goblinoids the rest faced, but they were in a ragged state when I finally reached a point I could pause. Drained, Vos continued from where I left off. Yulia went to scout in the event we needed an escape path.

Hopeful we could avoid further detection, we began to shore up the defenses further. We reinforced the barrier we created to defend the main hall further, we barred the secret door, and we began creating additional traps with the barrel of pitch to surprise anymore attackers. Our preparation was not in vain.

While Savin was preparing the traps in the hallway I heard something odd and called Savin back. We continued waiting quietly and listening until I chose to light a torch in the coals we had lit in preparation of an attack. I then threw the torch down the hallway. The expression on the faces of those goblins was priceless when that torch was priceless. Surely, the mother was guiding that torch for us. A frantic battle ensued. Olen attempted to light the traps on fire unsuccessfully a couple of times before being forced to join the melee.

It was a frantic battle. Our saving grace was having braced the secret door it bought us enough time to finish off the initial wave as the foul goblins used axes to destroy the door. We then engaged them and dispatched them. Unfortunately, for us, some of the foul goblinoids escaped.

Vos continued to work on opening the portal while we shored up the defenses. There was still no sign of the dragonborn. I was concerned, but we had to attend to the task at hand. Savin, Olen, and I completed the booby trapping of the hallway and built a barricade in front of the destroyed secret door. I then took the remaining pitch and the barrel and threw it on the new barricade.

Shortly after that we heard the marching of feet from down the hall. We coordinated our efforts amongst us, so we would attempt to start the fires burning and join the defense. This time Olen was prepared to join the battle with his shield equipped.

We timed our efforts, and when we say the fiery eyes of the goblins we set the fires burning. Well, I set the fire burning at the secret door barricade, and I do not know what stopped Olen from lighting the fire. While Olen and Savin harried the attacked across the barricade I made two additional attempts to throw shovels full of burning coals down the hallway to no avail. I suspect the coals had gone out, but I was not permitted time to contemplate the failure further.

This time the goblin forces were much larger. Both in numbers and physical stature. There were still a bunch of the squishy ones and they brought some that were almost as large as ogres. These larger ones rushed our main barricade and smashed through it. We doubled our efforts to hold the line, but as they smashed through our other barricade and started coming from the ceiling of the room we were being over run.

Savin and then myself joined the effort to open the open the portal. Suddenly bodies bodies were falling from the ceiling and Yulia swung down from the ceiling. That girl has a knack for timing. Olen suddenly fell to the vicious goblin onslaught as the portal manifested. I called out for the others to go through as they were all barely standing. I summoned my inner reserved as only a devout dwarf can and rushed in to save Olen from the foul goblin horde. I grabbed Olen by the arm while the goblin horde attempted to stop me, but the were no match for dwarfish tenacity. I then dragged Olen through the portal before I remembered the odds and my dwarfish tenacity wore out.

It appears the goblins were not able the to follow us through the portal, of which I am thankful. I doubt we could have survived should we have been forced to continue the pitched battle. Reflecting back, I now realize that there was goblin magic being wielded. were this 100 years previous that would not have seemed unusual. In a world where magic has all but disappeared for more than 90 years this is unusual. I will have to point that out to Savin...

The battle was not the event that brought me pause. It was the journey through the portal once again. In the previous journey I met the Mother, and she gave me the holy symbol I still wear. To meet the gods once is a rather rare event, but to meet your god a second time...

I appeared in a surreal glade. The I am embarrassed to admit I almost did not recognize her as she had taken on a greenish hue to match the environment. I almost mistook her for a nymph. She had me walk with her from the glade to up the side of a mountain where we observed a herd of mountain sheep. There were three distinct groups. The majestic rams with their curled horns, the young barely able to fend for themselves, and the old ewe full of wisdom. Suddenly we see the mountain sheep beset by wolves on all sides. Mother Ellaselle turns to me and asks, "if you can only save one group, which would you save?"

Suddenly I am amongst the herd. My perspective has changed. It was as if I was one of the mountain sheep. I only had time to react before the wolves attacked. I rushed the ones threatening the young. Just as suddenly I was back in my body beside Mother Ellaselle. She seemed pleased with the decision, although I think she understood only being able to pick one group was not sitting well with me. She imparted these final words to me, "you will not be able to save them all."

Now I sit here contemplating these events. Majestic ram's horns have somehow become etched within my holy symbol, and once again I look to the Mother to bring meaning to the wisdom she has imparted to her faithful servant. I feel that I am blessed. I only hope I can properly represent Ellaselle in the trying days to come.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Just like Moria...

Father Kurn,


I pray to you, at this dark time to explain why we need your assistance in our lives.


We had overcome the spiritual dragonborn and dwarves that battled endlessly in the temple, taking from them what some believe to be the Gortius Cube… even though it appears to be an orb… and the box of which there was some debate as to whether we should open it our not.


My brother was, unfortunately, less than helpful in the discussion as he was still ‘identifying’ his new mystical instant campsite. ‘Fondling’ is perhaps a more appropriate term. Had I still contact with my compatriots from my misspent youth I might have tried to get him laid… the Holy Family knows he certainly could use it.


No! I must cleanse my mind of such distractions! Back to the issue at hand, oh heavenly Father of us all.


Proceeding onwards deeper into the caverns, we used the egg shell provided to us by the Blue Dragon to guide our path. The area appeared to have once been a well constructed and inhabited part of the Dwarven Hold, but time and violence had apparently done it much injustice. The main path was still well traveled and lit by arcane glow-globes, but when we explored some side tunnels we found them dark and empty. They had been looted and forgotten. We did find an exit to the Chasm, and so marked that point as a place to retreat to if need came around.


Seeing nothing of use in the side tunnels, we proceeded down the main path until we entered a great chamber. Shadows hid the walls so we could not tell the size, but in the darkness off to the left we heard the sound of marching feet. Dousing our light we put our backs to the right hand wall, watching through the darkness as dozens of goblins and hobgoblins came down a grand set of stairs and trooped past us down the way we had just come. If we had been a few minutes later, it would have been disaster!


In the darkness a voice whispered to us, “Are you the ones that freed the workers?” Trusting in your benevolence to reward just actions, Father Kurn, we replaced to the voice, and found it to be an escaped slave. He offered to take us to a Mayor Clearbrook, leader of the escaped slaves and workers. Needing more information about this place, we agreed.


He took us down side tunnels to another chamber where many dwarves, Halflings, and goblin cast-offs lived in squalor. He led to us Mayor Clearbrook, and to our surprise it was a goblin! Oh how Fenor the Son likes to laugh! Turns out Mayor Clearbrook took the name to throw off the hobgoblin masters; who, after all, would expect a Halfling for a Clearbrook.


We spoke at great lengths with the Mayor, learning much about the situation we found ourselves in. The prophet leading our enemies was the Lord of Teeth, who commanded several goblin clans and forcing his new religion that venerated something called the Lord of Chains. No doubt a false god, one held up in blasphemy before your family’s great might, Lord Kurn.


The clans were not a cohesive force, and many grievances still lingered under the surface. Mayor Clearbrook himself worshiped the old goblin gods, and had been cast out because of it. This could serve our purposes, but for immediate need, we had to find where the dragon eggs’ were being held. We asked, in a most convoluted manner, where such items might be kept, but did not receive a definitive answer. Quests must be difficult, in order for your children to grow, Father Kurn.


In the end we retired, with plans to help the runaways by freeing some of their members from the hobgoblin’s harsh mill work. However, before anything could be decided, the hobgoblins attacked the refugee camp! Pandemonium! In the face of such forces, we withdrew, following Mayor Clearbrook’s son. However, after leading us down may paths, we were separated from him, and were forced to take refuge in a hallway in order to escape from a hobgoblin patrol.


At the end of the hall was a storeroom, filled with mining equipment and supplies. Savin found a magic circle, but before it could be examined a hobgoblin patrol came in through a door we had not discovered!


It was a harsh fight, with mighty strikes and fearsome magics being employed by both sides. Eventually however, we triumphed over our foes, slaying them. During our rest, we discovered that the door they had entered through led to a tunnel beside the entry tunnel: with arrow slits and guard rooms. Another check of the magic circle showed it to be a teleport pad.


Examining the guard tunnel, we found it lead to the main room, where a whole host of hobgoblins had assembled! We were trapped in the entry chamber! Quickly we retreated to the chamber, where Savin and Baern were certain they could activate the teleporter, given adequate time.


My brother and I proceeded to fortify the entry way, but I must say, all things considered we did not do a particularly good job of it. Yulia scouted around for a time, and it was during this that our location was discovered by the hobgoblin main force. We were now under siege!


The first wave was repulsed by us, and we inflicted significant losses on their side. However, I doubt it was more than a detachment of their main force.


Behind me, Baern continues his chant, attempting to activate the teleport pad and provide us a method to flee this dead end. In front of us, I can hear them outside the doors, the cries of battle, the sound of weapons, the thunder of many metal-shod feet. Drums beyond our torch-light.


Unless Baern is successful, we can not get out.


We can not get out.


Drums in the darkness.

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