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Wilkin & Bentley

"You know. I've always been good at reading emotions on dogs." Wilkin sidled up to Bentley as he spoke, working double time to keep up with his long strides. "You look into their eyes, and you can see pain, fear, joy, frustration. They're complex, but in a different sort of way than people. However, I think you're getting too human, I can't read you."

Bentley laughs a little, uncomfortably, but genuinely. "Really? Because it seems like every member of the group is comin' up to me one by one to ask me what's what. Not that I'm complaining. Just the same, I'm sorry I lied. I haven't been me lately... Or... I haven't figured out who me is... I don't know. Things have been so hard lately, for everyone. I didn't want to pile on. I figured you all needed cheer, not... Whatever this is. But I'm done wearing masks. And even if I wasn't, I'm fresh out of cheer anyhow. So. I'm sorry."

"I mean, not sure what you lied about, optimism isn't a bad thing now is it? And that's what we all kind of needed, a little bit of optimism. Just sad to see it take so much out of you. Really, the fact that even you, peppy and excitable Mr. Bentley, had had enough, just means you're a human. It's ok to be uncertain, to not know what's going to happen or to feel anxious about something that occurred previously. What's not alright is bottling it up. That tends to lead to explosions and meltdowns. And quite frankly those aren't fun, Bents."

"Ha. You really are startin' to sound like Nazili. You said it yourself: it's what you all needed. But I get it now. What we all need is to be honest with each other. It gives us strength. And strength is what we really need. More than ever."
Letter to Farkhar

Farkar,

It has been a rough few weeks, and not a day has gone by where I don't miss sharing a stein of mead by your side in the security of some warm, cozy tavern. I hope things are going considerably well in Costana, I'm afraid it has been quite the adventure out here. we had to go through some portal? Scary business that is, could barely get Lu to follow me through. Got a horse though! Her name is Daisy, she seems rather fond of eating flowers along the way, so I thought it was fitting. Anyways, sorry im getting a bit off topic, im not very good at this.

I'm not sure how to put this but… Scor fiddled with a demon or something? Im not exactly sure, to be honest I was sleeping when some imp apparently appeared and attacked the others. I just remember we had to get out of town quickly, poor Lu had a nightmare from all the damned crows that followed us. Didn't help that he got left behind when we all got zapped through a portal to hell. There was a demon lady that we've got in a jar now, it's a long story that can wait until im back. Oh and we're also traveling with some prissy high elf named Athena or whatever, guess we're a part of her contract now or something. She's very rude, but what can you do?

It's all so weirs, I really do miss home, and I miss you too. I hope to see you soon, but for now, be safe, okay? I'll be expecting your letter.

Yours truly,

Wilkin Maddocks

P.S.

I sent this letter, but im really not certain the bird will make it, I sort of plucked the crow out of the wilds. So im sending it again.  We also got attacked by wood elves, recently. And Scor deserted us in a tavern during the attack. It really was a close one, for both Lu and I. But we're recovering, and have been well received in Hartford.
Letter to Nazili (from Krull)

Dictated by ME, written by Dazak because he was afraid I'd break the quill from stress:

Desert Flower,

When I received this letter, Umiza had to blackmail me into not travelling immediately to be at your sides. You don't want to know what sort of dirt she dug up! As leader of the Gith, I forbid you from entering hell without a full garrison of our forces at your backs. What were you thinking?! Eroan, if you're reading this bit, make sure Nero is away. I don't trust him. I don't care what Scor does, don't follow him down some rabbit hole again.

I will work with Dazak to place someone in charge here soon so I can return to your company. Eroan, Wilkin, I owe you one. Disintegrated?

[The handwriting drastically changes here and has a note from Dazak saying "Krull took the paper into his own hands at this point]

*SCOR GET THE FUCK BACK TO THE REST*

 Not much has happened in the past month compared to your tales. Many Gith are trying to get used to the idea of raising their own children, it's an alien concept to them. We still have noble houses who sided with the Emperor under house arrest. We aren't quite sure what to do with them. The city is rebuilding. Many of the prisoners chose to stay rather than leave with the Whalers. Cara and Passion stopped by at least a week ago. Passion was insistent that I let you know she misses you. They were headed farther south! I didn't know there was anything past out jungles down there...

A paladin whom defeated a devil though... A powerful ally, I'd keep her by your side. I fear Scoripius' past has caught up with him. Eroan, this time its for you personally, I trust your judgement and skills to keep Nazili safe.

Wilkin, grow a few feet, you'll need them. I will send word and troops to Eichenbrowe. He should be able to use them to help or find Scor.

Stay safe and remember, like myself, not every enemy is what they seem. I keep Amauntor by my heart, literally, and await more correspondence. I miss you all

Krull Spearweedle
Eroan & Tordek

Not long after his nightmare, Eroan seeks out Tordek. He waits until one of their rests, during which the dwarf seems to be tinkering with something or another and sits beside him.

Eroan says nothing, but pulls one of his daggers from it's sheath and begins to care for it. Cleaning, sharpening, and the like. He doesn't know what he can say, so he instead offers himself as an attempt at a comforting presence, selfishly also taking comfort in another's presence, as well.

Tordek is surprised for a second as Eroan sits down but the surprise leaves him fast. He pushes over some oil he had Nero make him. A smile crosses his face as he says, "Nero really knows his stuff, I had no idea gears could turn so smooth."

Eroan is inwardly relieved at seeing Tordek smile, but doesn't outwardly show it. Instead, he sets his blade on a cloth across his own legs and picks up the oil, looking it over for a moment. To his untrained eye, it looks like any other liquid, so he asks, "Is there a special formula he uses for your specific needs?"

"I honestly have no clue, I just asked him if he could work up something since I ran out of what I bought awhile back. He gave me this about a day or so later and I've been using it since. I know my way around gears and metal, but I'll never be able to fully understand how he works potions and chemicals the way he does." He makes a low throaty laugh, "I really do respect his mastery over alchemy. Pushes me to match him with my construct at times."
Amauntor

Symbol of Amauntor

## Deity of the Sun

He was viewed as a harsh but fair deity, revered by many rulers, soldiers, and powerful wizards. We was known as the leader of the 'Five Figures' pantheon and was therefore important to the people of Western Forseti, especially along the Red Coast.

The people of the Eastern Waste's revered him in a more primal, and less diluted form.
Spongebob Transformation

The **​Spongebob Transformation**​is a type of Something Transformation . It is first used by the Nazis II in Something The Legend Of Something : Part 1 : Attack Of The Somethings .

## Something The Legend Of Something : Part 1 : Attack Of The Somethings

The **Spongebob Transformation**is first seen here, and is just called **Spongebob**. **Spongebob**helps take out the eraser army, and when the **Nazis II** spread out across the world, **Spongbob**goes to Nothingness Ocean . He is later killed when the Bullhead Army kidnaps him, throws him in a kiln, and disintegrates him.
NPCs

## Party NPCs

*Party NPCs are characters that commonly travel with and fight beside the party.*

### **Invictus**

* Ceridwen
* Krull
* Nero Magmaris

### **Stormbringers**

* Dust of Chalk "Dusty"
* Pong

## NPC List

**Costana**

* Cade Lockwoode
* James Sotten
* Jonen
* Greynoire
* Priests of Druantia
* Sir Wesley von Penrose
* Wil Eichenbrowe

**Eastern Wastes**

* The Impure
* Sir Jack
* Sir Evrardin
* Xantheus

**Feywild**

* The Fey Courts
* The Maiden of the Moon
* Tecria

**Gith**

* Akivrakk'a Council
* Dazak, the Unyielding
* Farkhar

**Invictus**

* Barnaby
* Doppler Deckland
* FuiFui
* The Guild
* Izyara
* Law D. Ingrith
* Marx Von Klark
* Trey Walnew
* Sun Soul Apprentices

**Miscellaneous**

* Argent Fang
* King Bethremir of Derry
* Farlane
* The Hellblood Harrows
* The Maddocks Family
* Oberen the Green
* Ouji Tetsu
* Scorpius
* Siobhan
* Valefor Ashebourne
* Virtue
* Zephrask

**Neverwind**

* The Tarmikos Family
* The Tendril

**Notable Creatures**

* Dante
* Lupus

**Reodor**

* Sir Bedivere
* The Brightwood Family
* Darvin Tallstag
* Sumnesia Whitewing
* Captain Syn & Sir Vicellous Valerian

**Shadowfell**

* Balaren
* Cleo
* Clerics of Madoka
* Feria
* Prince Rolen
* Shar
* Stingy Jack

**Tropics**

* Chimalpopoca
* Lorciar Xarbrothe
* *Misty Step* Crew
* River Mist & Flask of Wine
* Talro

**Villains**

* Calathes\*
* Elivestra\*
* Imala\* & Damien\* Kole
* Indrajiit
* Klazztrysk\*
* Lilith\*
* Makai\* & Shadow\*
* Reynolds\*
* Volsunga
* Williams White

**Whalers**

* Cara
* Cord
* Dylan Churner
* Passion
* Setchi

**\***Deceased
Hubris & Tordek Conversation

## Interaction between Tordek & Hubris

Tordek found himself tossing and turning, at a loss for sleep. Sitting up in the creaky wooden bed the tavernkeep had loaned him for the night, his eyes fell upon Hubris. Deciding that sleep was not going to be achieved tonight he asked

"Do you sleep? I imagine you have a lot of time to think if you don't."
Eroan: Underdark

## Eroan

It's the middle of the third night during their journey back topside when Eroan sits bolt-upright from sleep with a shout, the rest of a scream lodging itself in his throat. There are a few whispy, flyaway hairs that sit plastered to his face, stuck in a layer of cold sweat that covers him from head to toe, his eyes wide and panicked.

The sudden movement startles Mewoot from where he'd been curled up on Eroan's chest. The Cowl hoots and chitters at him softly in concern. Eroan strokes the creatures fur and feathers with absent, distracted movements as he frantically searches the room with his eyes. Searching for him. Searching for both of them.

He's shaking.

He can't stop it.

He needs to move.

As he stands, he hugs Mewoot and whispers to him, "Saesa auta a' Nero" before setting him back down on the floor, nudging him toward the other elf.

Mewoot hesitates and looks back at him, almost frowning.

Eroan is shaking so badly that he's having trouble reattaching his weapons and he exasperatedly whispers to Mewoot in Elvish again: "Amin naa quel. N'alaquel rato. Auta!"

Mewoot ruffles his feathers and flicks his tail at him, but turns and walks toward Nero anyway. ===

Eroan heaves an unsteady breath and casts a glance to his pack. Deciding to leave it behind for now, he turns to walk back down the way they'd just come from, back further into the Underdark, his arms wrapped around himself and his hood pulled low over his face .
Succession of the Baneshrae

*This is a Lore Article & a Shifting Point of View. See Lore for more info. This is Out-of-Character knowledge.*

## Succession of the Banshrae

Tecria was weary and looking forwards to celebrating a rare, small victory against the Summer Queen with her people. It was something they had desperately needed in this time of hardship.

Upon returning to the gnarled oak her people claimed as home, she was surprised to find them gathered under the core of the tree & not in varying states of assisting those wounded during the raid on the Autumn Tree. Pirius, a guard for the tribe noticed her arrival and strode to meet her out of the crowd. Mentally, he spoke to her:

"Tecria, I am gladdened to see you return from the Pool Where there is a Hole, the battle was fought bravely, though he have spent abundantly for our new friend's freedom."

"That is grand and brilliant dear Pirius, by why are we all gathered under the Roots and not celebrating in revelry in the winds of the forest?" she began to try to walk by Pirius, to discover the commotion going on under the Roots. A curiosity nagging her in a way only other fey could understand. Pirius stepped before the Roots to block her way.

"Tecria, we have spent much," he affirmed. This avoidance of what he truly meant was common for fey-folk, though Tecria, having been through a great deal already in the past day was finished with his pleasantries.

"What? What have we spent Pirius? I wish to celebrate with my people in song and drink. I want to hear the tring of the chimer's against the winds of joy." she aggravatingly pushed past the fey, and into the vicinity of the link-between-many, a side-effect of so many telepathic beings in one place. The whispers between her tribemates reached her mind.

*"She's back."*

*"I wonder what she'll do?"*

*"Was it worth the loss?"*

*"The poor fool."*

Tecria stopped on the edge of the link-between-many, a terrible and mournful knowledge hitting her like a wall as she came into contact with the other minds of her hive. Pirius, a sadness in his words, spoke out;

"Chief Soxta was felled in combat with the Summer Queen. Chief Tecria, the wind moans for you in your hour of grief."

Beyond the crowd of fey, a body of a father lay, adorned with purple flower buds and lit under the light of lightning bugs.
Session 33 Summary

## Session 33

### Stranded in the Desert (Day 1)

The party emerges from the Feywild in an oasis in an unknown desert. The party searches for food & water. Reading the moons, Ceridwen informs the party that it has been atleast one month. Nazili believes it is close to or the day of, the Spring Equinox. Wilkin finds a few flying lizards & speaks with them. The group try to figure out where they are by the stars, and realize they are four days south of Parkah-Falas. They wait until nightfall and begin their trek north.

Wilkin steps on, and breaks a skull found in the shifting sands. Eroan falls in line with Ceridwen to thank her for bringing him back, and she tells him he owes her nothing, only a deed worthy of Mondis. At the beginning of the first dawn the party finds a pair of large hills, possibly belonging to a hive of dire ants and their queen.

The party finds a pile of huddled rocks to set up camp during the next day. Nazili watches the sun rise & later Bentley and Tordek notice some creatures on the horizon, Flynt and Eroan watch these coyote-like humanoids run across the desert without noticing the group's camp. Ceridwen and Tordek scare off a group of circling vultures before dusk falls on the desert.

## Treasure, Loot, XP

### XP

Wilkin - (RP:400xp)

Eroan - (RP:400xp)

Nazili - (RP:400xp)

Bentley - (RP: 400xp)

Tordek - (RP:400xp)
Letter to Siobhan

Dictated by Nazili, transcribed by Wilkin Maddocks.

8th of Goldlight 50.001

Dearest sister,

I do not know what is to come during the next few weeks and I cannot guarantee that I will live through it.  I have actually found a mission worth my time. Rest assured, it is remarkably less toxic than the last one, but it is even more dangerous. You would be proud. It seems as if I have found my penance.

I am in the Eastern Wastes with some friends of mine, and our mission is to rid the world of an ancient Eladrin magister. Darkness lurks in every corner, but I remain vigilant.

You already know how much I love you, and I don’t know if I will every truly be able to repay you for everything you have done for me. I just needed to let you know the situation I am involved in should the worst occur.

I will let you know when I am back in Forseti. If you should not hear from me, I have made my home in a city along the Red Coast named Costana. I am a personal friend of the governor and many of those in authority.

With love,

Nazili
Flynt & Nazili

“So we finally killed Imala, finished what we came down here to do.” Nazili raises an eyebrow. “How are you feeling, Flynt?"

Heh. Like we've done 50% of a job. Which is problematical considering we've done maybe about 15."

He snorts, wiping blood away from his face.

"Honestly? I was never worried about killing Imala. Damien, either. We're strong. I have faith in you lot... I mean, err, us. The hard part is what comes after. Rebuilding. Restructuring. And... Hell, finding out whether it's gonna be enough when the smoke clears.... IF the smoke clears."

He bites down hard on his toothpick, snapping it in half on accident.

"Fuck. What I'm feeling is worried about the ones we left up top. Eager to get up there. And, uh... Guilty. Damn it, Nazili, you got me talking about my feelings again."

Nazili smiles. That’s what I’m here for. To slice things in half and to make you lot talk about your feelings.” She trails off for a second. “I would like to remind you that even though a locale may seem like a home, what really makes a home is the people you care about, and that care about you in return. No matter what happens to Sandholm, as long as you have the Impure by your side, you can make anywhere a home. Neither of us have any idea what kind of world lies waiting for us on the surface, but I have full trust that you will make the right decisions for you and the livelihood of your family.”

"Well. I've got two families now. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that. I've been living just for me and mine for so long, I never realized how far into the sand my head's been buried. I can see the light at the end of this very long, exceptionally shitty tunnel for the first time in my life, and all I see is a question: What do I do with the rest of my life? I can stay in Sandholm forever, gods know this place will never be fully free of things to hit. But that's not me anymore. I see a world burning, and I want to do something about it. I can't ignore that. But the thought of leaving again... They count on me. Maybe they shouldn't. Maybe that's not my decision. I don't fuckin' know. Maybe that's what this hero shite really is."

He laughs, genuinely, cathartically. "How's that for sharing?"

“You know, you may not want people to think you’re some kind of leader, but you certainly have the heart of one.” Nazili chuckles. “I’m over three hundred years old and I still haven’t figured out exactly what I want to do with my life and where I’m going, either. But isn’t that what life’s all about?

Nazili smiles at him. "Keep your chin up and that fire burning in your heart, Flynt. Live each day as it comes because that’s all we can do.”

"I'll drink to that. Or I would, if they had drinks down here." He mimes raising a glass, then looks over at Bentley brooding out of earshot, knowing Nazili cannot see where his eyes have wandered. His smile falters for only a moment before he looks back at Nazili.

"Thank you. For letting me be a part of this. No matter how things shake out, I'm in this for the long haul. Heh. Isn't that something?"
Nazili & Krull

At rest for a night, Nazili sets up her bedroll next to Krull's. She sits down next to him and puts a hand on his arm. She lets out an exhale.

"Hey, be careful down here, alright. This necromancer lady has so many nasty schemes up her sleeve, I-" Nazili trails off for a second, her voice wavering before she realizes and returns to her normal pace. "I prefer you alive rather than dead. Or um.. undead."

"Heh. I -" he looks down at Nazili sitting next to him and changes his tone of voice from confidence to comforting, "Yeah. I will. It's dangerous down here. You take care of yourself too. You don't seem too well. ... Not like. ... Well actually yeah, to be honest you look kinda bad. Very sick."

Nazili's ears flatten a little bit, also thankful that it was dark enough that Krull wouldn't notice her cheeks turn red. "Um... yea." Nazili begins to unbraid her hair. "I'm sorry, I must look dreadful... The sun does more for me than most people realize. Being away from it so long has taken away the glamour."

She inhales and shuts her eyes. "It looks way worse than it is. It always does. In the dark and in moments of weakness they always come out to remind me what I've done. And what has been done."

"Ah. I see it now." He seems to be observing her closely for a moment after some sort of dawning or realization, "They are signs of your strength then."

Nazili ears flick subtly as she acknowledges his words. She begins to unravel her handwraps, pausing part of the way through as she begins to uncover the prominent vertical cut-mark scars that mar her wrists, as if she is embarrassed by them. She lets out a short breath and continues undoing them.

"So what is it that you see when you look at me, exactly?"

Krull's ears flatten in the darkness. "A beautiful woman."

Nazili's breath gets caught in her throat, letting out a noise that sounds like an awkward little squeak. Her ears have gone as flat as they can go. It takes a lot of composure on her end to stop her voice from quivering.

"Krull-" She tries to continue a sentence but she seems to be at a loss for words.

Worried he grabs his sword and looks about, "What's wrong?! The orcs are back?!"

Nazili continues blushing. "No, silly."  She makes sure to push Krull's sword out of the way as she gets closer to him. She leans up and delivers a heat-of-the moment kiss. When it's over she sits back on her haunches, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Oh. You had me worried there for a moment. ... I thought you'd never reciprocate."

Nazili playfully punches his bicep. "Romance has never been one of my most prominent talents." She chuckles.
Nazili & Ceridwen

Nazili: "So uh... how long did you live down here for? It's quite the locale."

Ceridwen: Slowing her breathing, and staying quiet for a long moment. Almost long enough that it seems though she wouldn't answer or wasn't keen on replying. Lowering her voice to a volume unheard by those that cannot match Nazili's heightened hearing, she continues. "... I never traveled with my people during their expulsion."

Nazili pauses for a moment, then lowers her voice to protect Ceridwen's privacy. "I'm sorry, it was wrong to assume-"

Dismissively, "It's my young appearance.Your assumption is more of a compliment." In the darkness the curve of her smirk is easy for Nazili to hear.

Nazili scratches her head. "So where 'did' you grow up?"

Ceridwen, solemnly, "In the lands of my people before the High Elves took them from us. They were beautiful before the marble grounds and spires were erected."

"What happened to them?"

"The High Elves moved in in larger numbers. My people were displaced, things were amendable then, before the hatred changed them."

"The hatred drove them down here?"

"No. It was the alliance of elves that drove them underground. The hatred was always there, since they built the White Tower."

Nazili blinks slowly, trying to intake all of this information. "Would it be too much to ask to start from the beginning?" She asks shyly. "Dark Elven history isn't really something traveling minstrels talk about. And well, I can't read about it either." Nazili pauses. "Much of what you're saying is so very foreign to me, but I'm very interested."

"Much of our true history is lost to the eons of High Elven rule, I was young when they were sent into exile. I would never leave the ground's painted in Mondis and Lune's rays.

"So tell me, do you feel the same why I do? Being so far away from the light of our gods so deep underground here?" Nazili sighs. "That disconnect makes me uncomfortable."

Solemnly, "Yes, it's almost a immediate disconnect. I wonder if my people felt it during their exile."

Nazili shuts her eyes. "How awful."
Tyr & Nazili

Nazili sits upright in the lotus position, trancing for the night, Krull’s head resting in her lap as he sleeps.
Through meditation, Nazili forces her mind to travel far into the recesses of her subconscious. She passes a seemingly endless line of memories stowed away like prisoners in her head. She journeys further and further until she reaches a single black cell. She sits outside of it, staring into the bars at the prisoner within: a Nordic warrior tainted by shadows.

“I’m sorry.”

Two red eyes jolt upward in the darkness.

Nazili makes eye contact with Tyr. "You don't deserve to be locked up like this. That was not how it was supposed to be." Nazili puts her face right up next to the boundary between them. "I am making you a promise. I am going to return you to what you once were. One way or the other. We have a duty to each other, but I cannot allow this partnership to return until you are purified."

The growling of a dire wolf rumbles in the darkness, the eyes retreating and fading into the dark.

"We helped lay a madwoman to rest. People who get a kick out of needless bloodshed, those are the people we are here to exterminate. That's our purpose. Punish the wicked. Protect the innocent. That's who we are."

Nazili turns her back on Tyr, passing by the cells once more, returning to the world of a conscious mind.

She awakens, exhaling calmly, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction. These were the first steps.

Nazili's fingertips flit to the side of Krull's face. She strokes absentmindedly, listening to the sounds of the UnderDark, waiting for the rest of the group to awaken so they can get moving once more.
Scribe

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## Physical Appearance

Scribe is a 19 year old kenku druid, he is about 5’3" tall, wears monks clothes and a blue cloak, and has a white stripe on the back of his neck similar to a white-necked raven. He has clawed hands and feet, and no wings.

## Simple Origins

Not much is known about where this kenku originally hails from, as he's lived half his life traveling, with no real place to settle. Still, he feels at home wherever his companions are, and doesn't mind constantly moving and even sleeping outdoors. He's not really one for cities, preferring to stay on the outskirts of town or even the forests. Having lived among monks for a considerable amount of time, the hustle and bustle of village life just isn't for him.

## The Mother of the Forest

When he was just a kid, Scribe was found by a wise elder wood elf druid named Athra who lived in the forests of Oddithis. She took the kenku in, and taught him the art of creating poisons that were quick to kill, as well as convening with spirits via a ouija board and worshipping the goddess Shar. Through this Scribe was able to find some peace in life, enjoying tea with Athra in the afternoons and meditating in the mornings. With patience, she taught him the ways of the druids, learning to take the shape of a weasel, panther, and wolf, each holding their own purpose.

## Where is he now?

Until recent, Scribe would travel from town to town questioning villagers about thieves guilds and the darker practices that take place. Now that he travels with Sorenne, Ventis, Ander, and the rest of the group, his faith in continuing his journey has been restored, perhaps with the help of his new companions. (As he continues to torture Sorenne and Ventis with puzzling riddles.)
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Letter to Cade

8th of Goldlight 50.001

Cade Lockwoode,

We are all alive and well, and due to certain difficulties in the portal (not the portal staff’s fault, I assure you), we have had a very delayed arrival to Sarn.

Allow us to tell you what happened.

Everything seemed alright when we entered the portal, but somehow Calathese intervened. We heard him speak to Eroan, and then he did something to alter the portal. Before we knew it the stairs were destroyed and we were falling through time and space.

We somehow ended up in a plane of existence called the Feywild. Fortunately, we found that Bentley was here too. We helped him escape and managed to find our way out of the Feywild and back into our world. The unfortunate thing is, time works differently in the Feywild, and even though we were only there for what felt like a day, a month had passed here in Forseti. We fell into the desert many miles from Sarn, but managed to travel there safely.

That being said, we proceeded to write you as soon as possible. We have discovered quite a few leads tieing to what we need to do next. There is a dark cloud hovering above an abandoned structure in the desert. We are working to gather as many resources as possible before we head into the ruin.

Let us know how you all have been doing back in Costana. It will be nice to hear word from home. We are eager to return as soon as our business is complete.

Your friends, the Champions of Costana

\*transcribed and edited by Wilkin Maddocks
Izyara

## Child of Invictus

Izyara (Izy) was born on the 8th of Starpeak to Krull and Nazili Aldeen. She is about a year and half old.

## Personality

She is rather difficult to handle and full of energy. Izy tends to gravitate towards sharp objects and likes to test her boundaries when she can. Despite this, Izyara is very attached to her parents and is always enthusiastic in their presence.

## Appearance

Izy has light gray skin, chin length white wavy hair, pointed ears, and
light brown eyes shaped like Nazili’s. She has a bit of a
flatter nose like Krull’s but has the elegant softness in her face akin to her Elven
side. Currently, her teeth are sharp like Gith fangs.

She is cute and not an ugly potato
baby.
Bentley Frod

## Appearance

Bentley is a 22-year-old human who used to be a dog. His eyes are big, brown, and bright like a dog's. His hair is a tangled, chocolate-brown mess that stands up on its own and sticks out every which way. His face is round and scruffy. He has a youthful innocence about him.

Bentley is 5'7, compact, built like an acrobat. On his chest is a giant black handprint burned into
his skin stretching from pelvis to collarbone. His right forearm is decorated with tattooed bands representing his progression in his monk training: from top to bottom they go white, yellow, blue, then red, ending just before his wrist. His go-to outfit is a pair of loose black pants, a red cloth belt, white foot-wraps, and no shirt. He carries a bo staff and a pair of escrima sticks.

Bentley is generally cheerful and optimistic. He's quick to trust and the most loyal friend you could hope to find… though he isn't the brightest. A big, goofy smile would suit him well.
Krull

Photo by Zehnart

## First Encounter

Krull first appeared in the first session of the Invictus campaign as a main villain. He led an attack on the Scarlet Province's town of Cliffhaven, along with several villages along the Derry countryside. In Cliffhaven, Krull and his forces came in conflict against Nazili and Bentley. The monks captured him, taking him to Costana where he would stand trial for his life.

## Background

Krull was a "Spearwielder" of the Gith Empire, a high title given to the leader of the forward scouts.

He helped lead Invictus to the Gith Resistance, toppling the draconic government machine, and installing a new era of government for the Gith.

Now, Krull is one of the Lords of Invictus, making his home alongside the others in Costana.
Kianga

Photo by Starkurt

## Summary

Kianga is a young female mist elf from the plains north of Natrua. She was raised in a traveling clan of worshipers of Druantia, and was sent by her goddess to assist Invictus in their battle against the Hobgoblins. When it was determined that her goddess was a demon prince in disguise, she committed the rest of her life to the service of the true goddess Druantia. She was killed in a battle against stone giants while pursuing an undead horde.

## Introduction to the Party

While the party set their forces against the Hobgoblin army, they were introduced to Kianga, who was escorting refugees to safety. She explained that The Mother, her goddess Druantia, had sent her as a disciple to spread the word of her people to the poor people of the city, and to help protect them from further harm. When the battle was won, Kianga prayed to the goddess for guidance, and was told that she was to befriend Invictus and keep them close, as the Goddess had lost her champion and needed him brought back to her.

## Background

Little is known of Kianga's young childhood, as she doesn't remember much. When she was very young, her small village was raided by orcs, and most of the village was slain. She was hiding in the ruin of her family home, clutching a small burned doll, when the Peacemakers of Druantia came upon her. Seeing the doll as a sign from the Mother Goddess that she was a chosen one, spared by Druantia to serve the goddess. Kuhani, the tribe's leader, took to raising Kianga as his own child, teaching her the ways of Druantia and their people's methods of magic and necromancy. She was trained as a Shaman, and was well respected for her ability to communicate directly to The Mother.

Once she had spent some time with Invictus, it was discovered that the goddess she believed to be Druantia was actually the demon prince, Lamashtu. After the struggles of this discovery, Kianga committed herself to worshiping the true goddess Druantia. She built a large shrine to the goddess near Nazili's temple to Amauntor, and earned the goddess' favor through her unerring devotion.

## Personality

Kianga's most notable trait is her sunny personality. Despite unknowingly worshiping a demon prince and practicing her unquestionably dark religious rituals, Kianga always remained sunny and positive. Though often assumed to be naive, Kianga is intelligent and charismatic, patient and kind. She loves children and flowers, and could make friends with anyone or anything.

## Appearance

Kianga is a Mist Elf-- which are taller than Wood Elves, with dark skin and dark hair. She has dark hair worn typically in box braids, and wears symbolic paint of her clan. She wears bright yellow silks and leather armor, and carries a spectral spear.

## Death

Kianga was killed during a scuffle with Frost Giants while searching for the undead horde. After her death, she was offered two paths -- to Druantia or to Lamashtu. She took the path to Druantia, and her giggle could be heard on the wind when in the forests.
Tordek Ungart

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## Background

Tordek was born the 20th of Firemoot 5th Era, year 9981 in the Hanging City Ivoruim. He grew up on the streets, his parents either dead or missing. Living this way wasn't easy, but luckily he found himself picked up by one of the local gangs early on, the Castaways. It was in the Castaways that Tordek claims he found his first love, though he prefers not to talk about it too much.

He is also a catalyst, finding this out along with the rest of the party when he finally was able to open his master's tome.

His Master, Ann, picked him up as an apprentice after he unleashed his power as a catalyst, drawn by the power given off by the burst of magical energy.

Ann would eventually give her life to save Tordek's when they were attacked by a shadowy assassin group. Tordek made it to the surface after getting out of Ivoruim and began his journey to find out who hired the assassins, and who the assassins where themselves.

In his search Tordek got caught up in the Gith rebellion, meeting the party outside the Gith capital while being held prisoner by the corrupt Gith government. He decided to join them after they dispatched the Gith king from his throne.

## Appearance

Tordek is a tall Dwarf Wizard/Artificer. He is currently 20 years old and stands at 5'0". His face has the hard yet round feature that define Dwarfs, though it’s almost like someone took his face and stretched it out vertically, causing all his feature to appear a bit leaner. There are knicks and small scars around his face, tell-tale signs of his time spent on the streets during his youth. His hair is kept above shoulder level but very full. He keeps it well kept and out of his face but uses no ponytails or similar techniques to do so, preferring to have his hair loose. He does have a beard, it is short for a dwarfs beard but would be considered middle ground for a human. He also wears a dark forest green cape, though he usually doesn't have the hood up.
Law D. Ingrith

## Appearance

Slim body type.  Height of 6'9. Pale Grey skin tone. Black hair at the ends is dyed crimson red and goes down to his calves. He has a small long coupling connected to his hair that has four red 12' inch feathers that curl and a raccoon tail that falls halfway down his chest. Left side only.  Three golden looped earrings on his left ear and another two on is right. A shaded in black Ankh tattoo that takes up his whole back.

Outer Appearance: Black High Elven half plated armor with a helm. Two rapiers one on each side. A black cape with golden details on the front which connects it to the armor and chain also connects across.
Cliffhaven

Cliffhaven is a small village nestled inside of a quarry due east of Costana. The township is under the government of the Scarlet Province and it's Southern Governor of Townships - not the Governor of Costana.

## Interaction with the Characters

Bentley, Nazili and Scorpius first met in the town of Cliffhaven and defended it from a gith raid, then led by 'Spearwielder,' of the gith armies, Krull.
Locations

## Forseti

**Scarlet Province**

* Costana
* Red Gem
* Cliffhaven

**Derry**

* Drainbanks
* Northbend

**Reodor**

* Heartford
* Fieldcrest
* Chestwall

**Aendrithas**

**Altmedis**

**Dokmiskas**

**Oddithis**

* Pinefolk

**Blackvale**

**The Vale**

**Fields of Sanguine**

**Great Steepes**

**Neverwind**

* Acrion

Dor Dharul

Autumncrest

Akivrakk'a

## Eastern Wastes

* Sarn
* Sandholm
* The Arcane Domain
* Harkpost
* Amaunt Alkar

## UnderDark

* Deep Dark
* Feydark

## Southern Seas

Jungles

Cytharnean Isles

## Feywild

**Gloaming Forests**

* Banshrae Tribe Tree
* Court of the Maiden of the Moon

**Golden Forests**

* Court of the Summer Queen

## Shadowfell

**Gloomwrought**

**Letherna**
Inter-Party Banter: UnderDark (Part 2)

*The party's banter post- confronting Imala. Period ranging from early Firemoot to early Darkfell.*

Eroan's Dream

Eroan & Bentley

Eroan & Nazili

Eroan & Tordek

Eroan & Scor

Nero & Nazili

Tordek & Nazili

Flynt & Nazili

Krull & Nazili

Knights & Nazili

Bentley & Nazili

Tyr & Nazili

Wilkin & Nazili

Wilkin & Bedivere

Wilkin & Bentley

Wilkin & Krull

Wilkin & Tordek

Krull & Passion

Ceridwen & Zephrask
Nero Magmaris

## Background

Nero Magmaris was a desert elven alchemist the party encountered in Costana, he admitted to being on the run from a rakshassa. This rakshassa was later revealed by Nero to the party to be his father - not by blood. He had been stolen as a babe and raised by the tiger-devil along with several sisters. Nero had escaped hell and his father by killing one of these sisters. He admitted he still felt the guilt.
Iggwilv's Prophecy

*"You shall be annointed with powers beyond the planes. But first you must aquire the keys, through doubt and sorrow they shall be your rock. The first, a staff of immeasurable magic power - yet not magical at all.*

*The thread of fate spins and splits, always spinning. I cannot see the other keys as clearly, yet I see a split. When the Magister comes down to the mortal plane you must strike fierce and true, or he may crawl into his new hole below the Earth in the home of the devils.*

*The future, a timid and foggy reflection. I can only see silhouettes. The threads of your souls still yet turn, for now, though his whom;s thread runs red with the blood of guilt has already frayed. With his own fires, he destroyed his thread. I cannot say who's thread will be cut short, but Lady Fate has mended your torn threads already too many times. (Speaking directly to Nazili.)*

*There is one I can see in the distant future, a man of iron & a warm heart of coal. He'll need you to guide him, to come to terms with his flesh-less soul.*

*Let the unmasked guide you now."*

[ Time Stamp in link: https://youtu.be/G4qkQnSRKOg?t=3h23m ]
Nero & Nazili

Nazili sits next to Nero, both Elves arisen from rest far before the others due to their short trance time. She offers him a bit of their gathered food rations.

“How are you, Nero? We never really had any chance to talk between the resolution with Vengeance and fighting Imala.” Nazili puts an arm around him. “I’m asking specifically in regards to Indrajiit popping up suddenly and…” Nazili pauses, ears flicking to make sure Scor is out of earshot, “You know who coming back.”

“I’d rather go back to assuming the wood elves killed him.” Nero says sulkingly. He fidgets with an alchemical measure in his hands, “Bedivere informed me of his bounty.”

"What was the bounty?"

"Murder. Of elves. In a nation called Natrua."

"And do you think he deserved death in return? An eye for an eye?"

"I think he doesn't 'deserve' anything. I think he should face his crimes." Nero seems aggravated as he talks about it.

"As do I. And at least make the moves towards a good path. To penance." Nazili brushes a strand of his hair out of Nero's face. "The path to forgiveness is often a hard one, but it's not impossible."

“You say that as if he hadn’t murdered a whole family of our people in cold blood!”

Nazili turns towards Nero. "What he did to us, to the Elves, and to you most of all, was a treacherous thing. Without question. You have every right to be angry."  She pauses. "I didn't know him well, and I thought maybe I would be able to trust him- but now, I don't know if I ever will." You don't owe him anything, Nero. He will be paying for his sins for as long as he lives."
Flynt

Photo by Zehnart

## Personality

Flynt is brash, bluntly honest, and always speaks his mind. He's not looking to make friends. He's looking to make sure people are still alive to have friends in the first place. But he can be smooth when he wants to. Dealing with the seedy underbelly of a gang town has allowed him to hone his ability to schmooze with unsavory types. A shit-eating smirk would represent him well.

## Appearance

Flynt is a nineteen year old tiefling... well, more like a human with a little demon in his blood.His skin paper white, and his hair is jet black and slicked back against his head in a very 1920s kind of style. He has high, defined cheekbones and glinting green eyes with thick, almost feminine lashes, a stark contrast to a nose that looks like it may have been broken once or twice. He's every bit the Irish boxer prettyboy.

Flynt is 6' even, thick with muscle, built like a lightweight MMA fighter. His usual outfit consists of a gray shirt buttoned open at the sternum with the sleeves rolled up, black suspenders, and tan pants tucked into black workman's boots. He carries with him a pair of brass knuckles woven into a pair of fingerless gloves, a shortbow, and two escrima sticks kept sheathed at his thighs.
NPC

Bedivere: "It is 'Sir Bedible, And you will address me as such! Er... wait - Bedivere! Sir B-E-D-I-V-E-R-E!"

Krull: "Ah. Sure thing Master Beddie-Bye." \*Rolls eyes in the darkness. (Unbeknownst to Bedivere.)\*

Bedivere: \*Squinting his eyes.\* "Now your just doing it to bother me."

### **Mewoot**

Eroan will send Mewoot off into the group to make rounds, during which Mewoot will: - Perch himself on Flynt's shoulder and tap his beak gently against the newly forming horns, curious about them - Swoop over to Nero and lean up against him, watching him clean his things for awhile - Chitter at Wilkin, Nazili, Bedivere, and Krull as he passes over or lands nearby - Play with Lupus' tail  - Take interest in Tordek's construct and fly circles around it, occasionally ducking in and tapping his beak against it, seemingly amused with the different tones he can get from the metal by tapping in different places - Find his way over and jumping into Passion's lap for attention - Check on Ceridwen from time to time - Meticulously avoid Volsunga

**Passion**: "KITTY!" She begins to aggressively pet the owlcat.

Mewoot hoots and ruffles his feathers every so often, sometimes turning to bat playfully at Passion's hands.

### **Passion & Nero**

Passion to Nero, with a bluntness almost comedic in nature, "So I heard your Pa's dead."

Nero, softly and after an audible gulp, "Y-yes, for now it seems."

"Oh well I'm glad he's outta your hai-" Catching herself, "Hold on, what do ya mean by 'for now'?"

"He'll be back," Nero responds grimly and despondent.

"Ah." Passion nods in the darkness. After a long pause, "Like my bow-merang... an evil... furry bow-merang." Those observing would see her squinting into the darkness, at nothing in particular but all around in a wildly conspiring sort of way.

### **Arrishon & Dylan**

Arrishon falls in line close to Dylan, "Can't see my bloody hands before me." he gruffly notes.

Dylan, after realizing someone has finally initiated conversation with him, "Aye, it's worse than a fog down here, and just as crisp and wet."

Grimacing in the darkness at Dylan, for he had not meant to initiate conversation, so much as he had grown tired of his mental monologue bouncing of the insides of his head. "Best watch out for the others when we can. Things stir down here worse than the hordes of wights. Creatures of such horror that your mind could not walk away unscathed.

Dylan, with a much more serious and worried manner, "Y-yes sir." he scans the surrounding darkness with a hand on his blade.

Arrishon chuckles to himself at having spooked the boy and gotten him to shut up.