Zsakshash (Caerlin Krexis)
A stray wanderer, formerly bore The Order of Hyron's armor, now roaming the depths of Greyhyx.
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System
Dungeons & Dragons
Class
Sorcerer
Subclass
Aberrant Mind
Dungeons & Dragons
Class
Sorcerer
Subclass
Aberrant Mind
Species
Children
Aligned Organization
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Second Chances
On the road again. I can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is makin' music with my friends....
Caught in wall of bullets, my vision went dark and an elaborate escape plan was performed by my fellow friend. The area was off-limits but the power discovered by Hazred has no limits. It was a noble cause....
We faced an interrogation of these Dracovians, forced to partake in an assault of foul Duergar, and soon we were deep in one of their mind. Devils, fiends, lots of them. They were too strong... I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and on the other side there she was; My Jacqueline.
Reaching Vindova - A Prolonged Struggle
22nd of Dawning, 1305 AM
We were walking towards Vindova again, and Tropham was helping Delgado practice with his funny looking bow. We had just left The Apostate's Mansion and this little bunny fella conjured magic hands over and over again that Delgado promptly blew to pieces. Oh right! I haven't told you about Tropham, a Leporidae humanoid we met in the most surreal of places. Oh I haven't told you about that place either... Let me bring the reader up to speed!
After Tentacle Grotto, we eventually ventured up a hill with dancing reeds in the wind. At the top these strange, glowing and whispering lights were calling my name. I could feel destiny calling me. I reached out with my hand and nothing was ever to be the same again. Destiny's Child brought me (a survivor) to this new place, with sources of cold light, bleak yellow walls and the humming, THE HUMMING! I begin to loose my breath thinking about the endless corridors and surreal technology I witnessed there. After pacing around these corridors for a bit, we stumbled upon Tropham, a young but talented wizard who had taken up the noble quest of quelling foul magic, having ended up here due to some sort of abandonment from his parents. We offered him rations and we realised the vastness of this new place, this new realm. For it was not just a place, it seemed to me a formerly unknown realm or mass illusion we had ended up in. We tried contacting Izduhbar but he said eventually that he would need time to get us out of this place. We spent what felt like months inside this place, searching for even the slightest sign of a way out. Alas, we only dug our grave deeper.
We started finding bodys; humanoids in shielding suits that possessed weapon technology on par with the Kaedra bunch. Soon we found ourselves hiding in a tiny office room next to a deceased warrior, spying through the keyhole a patrolling being I hardly can describe. It looked like a solid statue resembling a woman, though its corpus was made of mechanical parts. After dodging death, we soon came out to a field and chatted with an divine fey specialising in trickery. It was The Lantern King. After reprocicating in banter with him, he granted som ill-worded wish I had uttered and I was transformed into a bouquet of flowers.
So this was it, I thought. Destiny's Child had refused me the ability to even say my name. I could not possibly begin to describe the sentience of a bouqet of flowers, but it was a horrifying experience. I won't be trampling these beautiful flowers swaying in the mild breeze alongside the roads we are now walking on. For I know the terrible fate they have been given. Bizzarely, the others were thrilled about the transformation and they started watering me in toilets while we were back inside the corridors again. Indeed, banter infected the party like a plague. It was happy days in the maze for The Most Beautiful Eladrin there ever was. For somehow I had not been refused my ability to see. At some point though, they shot me with a rifle they had picked up - AND I WAS BACK!! I don't know how, but that clearly does not matter!
So we ventured further, came upon a new civilization in another time, on another plane of existence who called themselves Sovjetz. We entered some sort of research facility and the stubborn fuck Baldur refused to enter through the "EXISTENTIAL DANGER DOOR" which clearly led us in the right direction. We had to wear some gadgets and had to fight resurrected mists of these sovjetz, until we stumbled upon a cage. A cage with in it - an angel!?? What was this place?! She finally came to her senses and agreed she would aid us in our time of need in the future. Handy that. She gave us a ring to get out of the place but Izduhbar saved us before we could use it.
Izdubahr took us back to the lands who previously had The King on The Threshold. Now, it was a fractured land with war on the horizon. We ended up in Khuramunz where we succumbed to a much needed rest and we met Varkallin again. Not the looks of Jaqueline, but still an Eladrin.. kind of... and a female one at that! For five days, I oozed in booze and had a great drinking buddy in Varkallin, whom at one point laid her hand on my thigh, grinning like the serpent girls back home. The rest? Why I don't kiss and tell! It was during these days I wrote this poem of conflicting desires:
"Another day,
Another name,
Another set of lips I'm adding to my little game.
Your face is pure, though I'm not sure,
That your The One to make me feel like I am something more.
I think it’s time, a glass of wine,
to make me comfortable enough to be sincere.
Oh let's be clear, be on your guard.
I’ll make your life a living hell I swear to God!
We’ve come this far,
So control your thoughts,
‘cause I’m the writer of this plot."
So we left Khuramunz and I see no flowers all around me, which I no longer will bother and trample. For this gratitude is ample, and I no longer delay the command of Lord Hazredus.
For I've spilt enough time not pursuing the next marker. So, my aim is crystal clear:
The next adventure awaits!
But first, we're reaching Vindova.
Tentacle Grotto
25th of Chilling, 1304 AM
Delgado Bravado and My Dear Jackie had seen a ghost.
I was being Peeping Tom when we had set up camp on the trail and I overheard their whispering. They were sitting and keeping watch and a ghost resembling an ancient Jalron soldier was wandering just past the treeline apparently. They decided not to pursue reasonably enough and sleep came over me.
We woke up, started walking north-west towards one of Hazred's markings and not long after we stood outside this grotto that looked rather untouched. The entranced had caved in and stones were blocking what looked like a path further in the cave. On the walls there were markings detailing that 'traitors had been sealed off'. Interesting enough. We moved the stones and pressed on. Soon we found ourselves standing eye to eye to foul undead beings, with green light pulsating in their eyes. Battle commenced.
I sprung forth vicious dark tentacles all over the floor and they went down.... and went up?! Down and up and so on. Something was clearly wrong here. Something was clearly reviving these undead again and again and there was something at the end of the room, surrounded by my tentacles. I went in there and I barely got out. It was some sort of wand. That did the trick after a few times of lying on the ground and we eventually got out. Turns out this wand raises the dead and reanimates them whenever they fall in battle until the wand-weaver dispels the conjuration. Might come in handy... Might definitely come in handy!
And we were on the trail again, pursuing what Alamen Hazredus had set out for us. But bad weather came over us as we approached the coast from whence I once had come from. Bad omen. Salty winds this far from the sea? No, I knew better, Some coasts far from civilization also have this phenomenon back home.
It means trouble. More precise, a Hydra. And I have just the wand for the occasion.
Grand Theft Akkon; and The King Lay Dead...
17th of Chilling
I thought I would write this down while we are waiting inside the magic and preparing for the night shift as Sun Guards in the vault of Thesapolis.
After defeating the Ol' Kings of Akkon, we tried to talk sense into the maddened High Judge Gilgenon, but he refused to see reason, and soon battle resumed. When 'His Majesty' lay slain on the hard and cold ground he had still tried his best to kill us during his final breaths and had verbally revoked our twilight advocate passes. Fearing that resurrection magic could reveal our cover, we hid him inside a statue. This got me thinking; maybe I could disguise myself before descending upon the Sun Guards...
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It sort of worked. I disguised myself as an elderly senile woman and drew Sun Guards closer to me before our ambush and robbery of the Divine Vault commenced. I was quickly hurt and on the ground with a grotesque mask over my head, unable to speak or see. Soon, just as the late Gilgenon, all six Sun Guards lay dead. We donned their armor, hid the bodies in stone and made formation, heading towards the vault. The guard switch went fine and my Feline Fellow who acted as captain were briefed on some very interesting details and events that occurred during the day. Turns out we were expecting a surprise visit from the Karapanate during the night shift. So Delgado, Imaros and I mapped out the vast vault of Thesapolis and then we devised a clever plan to alert of the Karapanate's presence.
I stood -- as I often seem to do -- with Imaros outside the vault, with Alazim on the other side of the vault door, ready to pass the word, whilst Delgado and Jaqueline entered the Divine Vault further inside Thesapolis. Soon the Karapanate arrived and I led them, not without intentional difficulty to the Vault of Sovereign Records. The Herbads collected a lot of documents and after an ambush in the anti-magic field in the corridor had neutralised them we sifted through the documents they took from the vault. Delgado questioned the Mobad before cutting his throat. Getting out was non-dramatic, miserably so!
Now, I sit leaning back on Izduhbar's velvelt chaise longue and cherish the vast spoils.
And I cannot help to wonder if,
It is time to tear at old friendships.
Witch Market and Hyxian Travel
Jaqueline told us about these Fey. They run a so called 'witch market' which is as much a market as it is a show. Popped round the corner of a colourful tent and met this Tunia.
Demon Hunting and Mad Markers
23rd of Resting, 1304 AM
And all of a sudden we had teleported to The Dwarven City of Khuramunz. A lot of stone. A lot of rock. And before I could get to know the place better, we were leaving the city, having joined forces with one Master-Dwarf Alfgir and his lot. Soon after scouting, we came upon the demons like the devil himself. We made quick work of them. You see, I had two little companions that I conjured. Quite helpful. Quite helpful.
Anyways, some of these demons were reminiscent of elves, although a tad paler. "Shadow fey" The Jimp Jaqueline said they were. Not supposed to hang around with them demons. We met up with the dwarves and pressed on.
I feel like the worst is yet to come.
Unwelcomed Knocks At The Door
As I stand near the market near The Hyron's Advance, yet again in a back-alley, I cannot stop thinking that it should have been just another day. Another day as a privileged Twilight Advocate and the most righteous sun-worshiping Knight. Another day in Adamantine Breastplate in this continued plight. But the tower of lies was to fall and crumble - all because of a two-faced man's mumble.
My fellow companions had done most of the talking for today, securing payment and making acquaintances with a certain Kadaron Blackrose, who wanted us to investigate old revenue accounts of the kingdom that appeared dubious. The Kingdom might have undertaken underground (literally) mass-breeding of dwarves, it was conjectured. A bit puzzled, I collected my share of the payment from earlier and thought nothing more of it.
We later converged at The Builder's Arms as per usual and made do with some beer and beverages. Then, the discussion about preparing for the upcoming duel was initiated and it would seem that the fellowship needed yet another day in acquiring appropriate items. A struck of genius struck my very witty mind, and I decided that I would simply send a short message to the Robed King Himself, to let him know. And that was when time and folk around stopped still in the tavern, and He appeared. The "King" commented somewhat irritated on setting a new date for the duel and to the lame attempt of a threat of mine, which was included in the message. He then also made it clear that we would be summoned at the place of the duel, should we not arrive on time. My Dutch courage soon faded with the suggestion that we were now up against a time-bending and teleporting foe. The Robed King had disappeared. Ordering in a large nightcap, I ruled it was bedtime and went into my chamber and was soon fast asleep...
*Knock*... *Knock-knock- knock*
I awoke to the sound of knocking at my door. In my mind, the knocking had been gentle and I quickly surmised Jacqueline finally had come to her senses about us two. I leapt out of bed, got dressed in my armor, made the bed and approached the door. There stood a knight in shining armor (and I am not into that by the way), which presented himself as "Anton" from the local chapter. He seemed to read my perplexed face and said he had urgent news regarding the Advance, and I politely let him in. Now, I was dazed and drunk and when he started asking specific questions about which chapter of this church I hailed from and if I were on a mission for The King et cetera, I had a hard time to sell the lies I had been practicing to tell for some time now. And so when he fixed his eyes firmly into mine and donned a skeptical face, the sweat was dripping down my forehead. He continued on to say I lived in solitude from my brothers and then uttered
"It would seem you are too useful to be left to your own devices."
And then he swinged at me with his weapon! What nerve! Fortunately his blade did not strike true and I spiked his mind into unconsciousness, resulting in him falling to the floor and his body beginning to warp into a grey humanoid creature. At this point Jaqueline had overheard the ruckus and had come to the rescue. I explained the situation and we decided to cast suggestion to reveal the creature's identity and business.
He answered he was a doppelganger and his employer was Knight Superior Geran Tenhammer. His mission was to "neutralize" Caerlin Krexis and drop his unconscious body outside the northern end of Hyron's Advance, and then replace him in the party and await further instructions. His employer of four years wanted to disrupt The Order and was expecting him in about forty minutes from now.
Wanting to know how I had become a subject of this Geran Tenhammer foul plans, I said in a hurry
"Tell me everything you know about me!"
I told a Doppelganger, that shapeshifts and assumes other identities for a living, to uncover what he could possibly know about me. A doppelganger! Such utter stupidity! When this grave mistake became apparent, "Anton" had already shapeshifted into me and with a somewhat confused face said
"Well, I know you are not a human.?"
And so, my cover was blown. I had to come clean. Jaqueline 's sharp eyes gleamed into mine with beautiful confusion when I said we had met before. And we had met before. Among dead bodies and carnage. In the failed raid by my people she had fended off. I remember her defiant look as she with magic commanded my chief to take his own life. I found myself alone on the outskirts of the battlefield, and I simply vanished from it all. Vanished, from her. Roamed the lands and the forest. Came upon a knight in shining armor one day and soon, I too could shift shape haha! And was it not destiny that me and Her met again and formed companionship? By blood and desire, may the passion not expire,
between a Snake and an Elf.
So we are going to spy on this Mr. Tenhammer in about a minute or so. Well I say "we" - Imaros promised he knew what the word 'inconspicuous' means.
God help us!
Haha touché!
Naked on The Roofs of Akk-Ur
13-14th of Resting, 1304 AM
As my newly-founded "friends" had decided that the next step in our quest of unearthing the foul scheming in the capital was aiding private investigator Hassimir in his search for incriminating evidence for the Heshoo Gang, I found myself standing in a rugged back-alley in the West of Akk-Ur next to Imaros looking over our shoulders. Malgrim had decided to enter the antiques shop they call The Red Sun as a 'diversion' to draw attention away from the rest of the group. Unbeknownst to him, Jaque-why-Lynn (or however it is supposed to be uttered) had used invisibility and retrieved papers containing shady dealings. Whilst standing in the dust I noticed two individuals who had glanced at Malgrim's entering of the shop one too many times. I advised Imaros to take a discrete peak at the two, which he failed to do, instead drawing suspicion. Nothing came of it though as Malgrim returned safe and sound, speaking how blatantly heartfelt and forthright he had been inquiring about the mother of the lady behind the counter. A countermeasure was thought out to see if we were followed. It would seem we were not. and I used sending to the bartender to reserve a table for five at The Builder's Arms.
There, we spent the night drinking and feasting and this is where things went south. After a great volume of beer Malgrim decided to play strip-dice outside the establishment with two newly befriended drunkards named Zuuth and Ubar. The City Guard emerged and wanted to halt continued tomfoolery. They demanded that the three naked blokes put their clothes on. Delgado had decided to excuse his friend when Malgrim made a run for it and was quickly scaling the wall and running naked on the roofs with Delgado in pursuit with his clothes in hand. Passing into the central triangular square Malgrim evaded both a Hold Person scroll and a heavy crossbow bolt from two royal guards. Disguised as a royal guard Delgado finally caught Malgrim who demanded the two guards apologize to him. Malgrim's got nerves I'll tell you that! Anyway, he still returned safe and somewhat less sound with his furry feline fellow. Quite sour Delgado was.
They following morning Hassimir entered the inn and we talked business. Jacqualine did most of the talking really. Suddenly Imaros were taken away for questioning by two henchmen of Hassimir and when Delgado questioned this Hassimir uttered a spell in a strange tongue. Then he said he knew about our visit to the Morrowfall Redoubt and that he himself was affiliated with The Order of Vice. Furthermore he confirmed that the Heshoo Gang had struck a deal with a certain part o the Hammerites. And when we pressed him on what information he had for us he pleaded he needed more time. The excuses followed one another and soon I grew tired, and my thoughts wandered towards memories of my homeland. The sharp look of Jacqualine however, as she briefly glanced at my zoned-out face, made me realize this woman had prevented me from ever returning home and melancholy soon washed over me. Such is the Elven beauty.
Anyway we actually received some useful information from Hassimir. Keywords ; 'Society of The Red/Black/White Mask'.
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