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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx vol. I Story One: The Chosen
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 6, 2023, 4:30 am
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[center]The Chosen of Reorx
vol. I
Story One
Chapter One: Solace[/center]
The month of Dry Anvil (May) 429 AC
Abanasinia
Why Today? The Dwarf asks to the open air above. His right leg
is stiffening up again. He tries to awkwardly stand up and take
some steps. Happens every so often. There, coming back to, back
to – “Come on!” he takes a few more steps and he is back to
normal. “Thank Reorx.” The dwarf says.
Too many nights on the ground.
Torin Stonebeard has not been a priest very long, he wasn’t a
priest before the Moons and the gods disappeared. He was a
merchant until he lost his business during the War with the
Half-Giant. Almost lost his life. No, this is a new thing. The
Hammer nearby showed up during the month of Damp Mood (March) at
his house in Kayolin. Seems he wasn’t the only one. There was
quite a few new Priests of Reorx that was ordained in Kayolin
recently. There has been joyous rapture for the Return of the
Maker.
Torin is 4’6” brown with grey in his beard, and brown with
greying hair. Dressed in a simple brown robe with a work belt to
carry some tools and his Hammer.
We, the Chosen few were sent on a different quests, mine leads
me to Southern Abanasinia. Where I’m headed now.
Torin packs up his belongings and his bedroll and once that is
all squared away, he stamps out the fire and starts walking. His
next stop on his way is thankfully more civilization then he’s
seen since North Keep.
After many hours, Torin enters the outskirts of the Town of
Solace. It’s a bit bigger than a Town now, it’s a minor city.
The influx of refugees from all around Ansalon has ended up in
Solace, making up the majority of the ground dwellers. He checks
in on Forge Alley. Soon he is acquainted with a dwarven
Blacksmith who has taken up work on the grounds of the
Vallenwood ciy. The Blacksmith is happy to help, provided Torin
blesses his forge, and the flames rise up a bit higher then they
were before. The Blacksmith tells Torin where he can find
lodging for the night and the Village he is looking for is
Digfel. Located a couple of days' journey south from Solace,
first town after Gateway on the road to New Ports.
Torin thanks the Blacksmith and travels to the Giant tree and
climbs its steps around and around and around, up the Tree to
the Inn of the Last Home. Torin takes a breather halfway up,
and again at the top. Grumbling to the front door, he can see
that they are busy. A pretty face appears past the customers
waiting in line and asks him if he wants a seat at the bar.
Appreciative of small miracles, he snakes his way past the
customers and climbs up on a chair at the bar. A young woman
comes by and brings him a cup of water, then asks what would he
like to drink.
Torin thinks about it for a moment, then says “I’ll surprise
you, Dwarf Spirits please.”
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The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Two: The Inn of the Last Home
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 7, 2023, 11:17 pm
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Book One
Chapter Two: The Inn of the Last Home [/center]
She didn’t find it amusing.
He has had a good meal, along with the famous fried potatoes,
sausages, and cornbread. He has gotten a room for the night at a
reasonable price. The inn is of course, famous. He looks
around. Cozy. The Heroes of the Lance. He thinks about what he
has to do. He has to find this man in Digfel and somehow get to
Southern Ergoth. I’m told that Reorx will provide the means, but
I’m not sure I built for faith like that. If we’re being honest.
But I am not supposed to question him so I’ll do as I’m told and
see if that works for once.
The Help staff here are efficient. The Woman who waved him in
was nice, but his waitress didn’t think he was funny.
Torin takes a walk, and finds out there is an elevator, crude,
but on principle, it works, but he isn’t sure that’s for him. He
starts to down. Stops and goes back watches it in motion again.
He decides he will try this out. It teeters, but not too badly.
Not enough for him to get sick.
Torin thankfully makes it to the ground in one piece. And he
thanks Reorx again, stepping out of the box and onto solid
ground. Torin sets out to see the Tomb of the Last Heroes. He
watches the Knights of Solamnia Guard as they patrol back and
forth around its perimeter. A solemn affair to witness with
one’s own eyes. He decides to move on once he sees the Kender
and their picnics across the way. Reorx changed his mind on a
lot of things but has yet to convince him of the need for
Kender.
He finds the shine to Reorx.
Torin preys on the Maker for success in his mission. He picks
up a lantern and a walking stick, just his size. It feels oddly
fated for him. He gets a new rain tarp as his old one was ruined
a couple of days ago.
He looks for people with wagons and inquires “Which way they are
going, North or South?”
He finally finds one driver who is setting out for Digfel in the
morning, “bright and early.”
Torin thinks bright, maybe not, but he can do early. “Alright,
I’m staying in the Inn of the Last Home, don’t leave without me,
I’ll pay you and make it worth your while. I’ll try to have
someone wake me up, but don’t leave me.” He rattles his money
bag.
He agrees to send someone for him and to not leave without him.
Torin also found a map shop and seeing that there was not a
kender in sight or the proprietor of the shop, he came in and
browsed. After a while, he finds a map of the area he needs. He
purchases the map and a scroll case carries his goods to the
Elevator and takes the ride up. He puts his items in his room
and then returns to the Bar and asks the older woman if it would
be possible to have someone wake him up at the crack of dawn.
Laura tells him the roosters will probably wake up him about
that time. Torin isn’t sure about that. I will pay someone to
bang on my door first thing in the morning. She smiles and says
he will do that for him- Free. He thanks her and then asks if a
breakfast meal be made to eat on my travel south in the morning.
She tells him she will have something made and packed away from
him. Torin has a last brew before bed. In no time, he finishes
the drink and pays up for everything, less to work about
tomorrow. He gives her a good tip and sets out for bed.
The Next morning,
Someone is banging on his door with a kitchen pan, and he’s
awake. Now he can hear the roosters.
Fifteen minutes later
Torin is eating bacon, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, and a
couple of pieces of cornbread for the road, what a sweetheart.
Is he ever so thankful to not be walking? Glorious!! Thank you
Reorx.
The horse-drawn wagon travels south.
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The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Three: Gateway
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 7, 2023, 11:24 pm
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[center]
Chosen of Reorx
Book One
Chapter Three: Gateway [/center]
The month of Dry Anvil (May) 429 AC
South of Solace
Kharolis Mountains
The Gateway Pass (Between the Sentinel Peaks and the Solace
Peaks
Night,
It is a nice breeze after a very hot day.
They had stopped at Camp halfway between Solace and Gateway
along the Solace Stream.
Conversation was sparse on the way down, but not unfriendly. It
should take a few more days to reach my destination. One bit of
a conversation did perk up his ears. The Baron lord that
ransacked this area was put out of business last fall, along
with his horde of cutthroats. They terrorized Digfel for a
couple of weeks late last year. It's said it was the work of a
Druid who lives in the local Forest. Ended up killing several of
the brigands, and started growing plants in their lungs plants
were coming out of their mouths. Some became trees, and others
were ripped apart. Baron was given to the populace of Digfel to
pass judgment. They took his head with an axe.
They eat a stew and then turn it in. Torin gives his thanks to
Reorx for another day of blessings and then he turns over and
thinks about the story he heard. Probably a follower of Chisley,
sounds gruesome, but fair. eventually drifts off to sleep.
They make it to Gateway in three days. Torin enters the
Brewhouse and inquires where he can fill up his water satchel
The Bartender, A large rotund man directs Torin to the communal
well in the park.
Torin fills up his water satchel and takes a drink. Not
terrible. He refills the bag and then goes to the local inn to
join the driver for lunch. Torin picks up some food items for
the trip, it will be at least two more nights to Digfel.
They set out across the bridge to ford the White-Rage River and
into Southern Abanasinia.
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Four: The Chosen
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 10, 2023, 6:30 am
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Four: The Chosen [/center]
Southwest Ansalon
Southern Abanasinia
Hamlet of Digfel
The Que-Nal do not trouble the wagon on the road south. A
rainstorm came through last night. After many days on the road.
His journey has reached a plateau. The Real adventure is what
comes next.
They come into Digfel just after noon, pulling into the General
Store. Torin pays up with the wagon driver. With a lighter
pouch, Torin walks into town in search of his man. Lots of
exiles here, meaning Mountain Clan Dwarves, notably Hylar.
There are Neidar Hill Dwarves as well. Torin heavies a heavy
sigh. He was a different man back then, now he’s a man for all
Dwarves. He checks in the One Eye Goblin beer hall to see the
state of the population. Not very many people here. That’s good.
Torin walks past the little shops, leathers, equipment shop,
will have to go in there before we leave.
A store that purports to sell items of value from the Xak
Tsorth. He looks at a few items, well I’ll be, this looks legit.
This helmet would be priceless in Ergoth. Too pricey for me
right now. Going to have to talk to this owner when we return.
He walks down the main road and passes many different dwarfs,
with different colored beards and hair, beard length, the
rotund, the shorter, and the taller.
Pretty dwarf frawls* walking past, kids. A Dog barking at a cat.
He first hears the Blacksmiths at work, hammering away in
rhythmic succession. He can smell the metalwork and the roar of
the forges. He keeps walking, he hears a different rhythm going
from the rest.
He sees why, this one is hammering with his off-hand, a young
apprentice provides extra hands to help so he can still work
because his right arm is gone. He has long black hair with grey
on his head and only has a short black beard.
“Hello, my name is Torin Stonebeard, I am a priest of Reorx and
I have been sent to find you by our Lord God Reorx the Maker, I
was wondering if you and I might be able to talk when you have
time.”
The Blacksmith keeps hammering for a couple of minutes and says
"I get off work here at the last Horn for the change of shift in
the mines. I knock off a little early to get a seat at the Bar.
I’ll meet you there.”
Torin tries to gauge if he really will meet him in the bar. He
weighs if the man will come or not. Torin says, “Good, good, I
will see you there.”
Torin decides he is going to walk back and check these shops out
and wait for him to leave and see if he really does go to the
bar.
So, Torin carries out his business in the equipment shop. He
asks when the shift change is. He learns in a couple of hours.
Torin goes to the One-eyed Goblin brew house. He goes to the bar
and orders a drink and looks around at the different dwarves in
the establishment. Maybe somebody in here is a person I need. He
observes without prying. No, He has not found his people yet.
He leaves the bar and goes around the backside of the town and
comes up and watches the Blacksmith finish working, wipes his
hand in a dirty rag, and looks around.
The Blacksmith sends his apprentice away to his folks collects
up his tools and closes up shop. He leaves his building and
locks up and still looks around. He starts walking towards what
Torin assumes in the direction of his house. He watches the man
stop and start walking again, and again stop. He walks to his
house and a loud horn announces a shift change in the mines.
Many dwarves begin piling out of the shaft and head straight to
the bar.
Torin walks down and sees the Blacksmith washing his hand in a
bucket in the back of his house.
When the priest walks up, the blacksmith says 'I knew that the
Priest would come to him at his house. I don’t drink every day
like I did, just on occasion.”
“Does that mean today is an occasion?” Tyros asks.
“Bloody hell it does.” He walks back into his house and takes a
sip out of his flask, then he tosses it to the priest.
Torin almost drops the flask and somehow, he doesn’t. He takes a
sip. Firewhiskey, with something else, what is that?” Torin
asks.
“Apples.” The Blacksmith says.
“Apples… You have a name?” Torin asks.
“Bale Ironforge. Now lay it to me straight, Are you really here
because the Maker sent you?”
“I’m afraid so. You have been chosen by Reorx to start the
Forges up in the Monument of the Silver Dragon.” Torin tells
him.
“Me, why me?” Bale asks.
Torin hesitates, then says “Because you are uniquely qualified
my friend.”
“I only have one arm in case you and the Maker haven’t noticed!”
Bale is getting redder.
“We noticed, that is just one of the reasons you are qualified,”
Torin answers.
“What?” Bale asks incredulously.
“Now, do you have any friends or cohorts that might like to help
get us there in one piece?” Torin asks. “Also, do you want to
get Dinner, I’m starving.”
*frawl - young female in the Dwarven language
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Five: Dragonlance
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 11, 2023, 3:21 am
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Five: Dragonlance
[/center]
Southwest Ansalon
Southern Abanasinia
Hamlet of Digfel
Bale says “Wait, stop, the Monument of the Silver Dragon, that’s
on Southern Ergoth. What are you playing at what is this really
about?”
Torin explains “Well given the current circumstances in Dwarf
Home, the Hammer of Kharas is not attainable at this time. If
Reorx wanted it, he would have us get it, but the mountain
closed tight. It’s all Severus Stonehand’s fault, but that’s
beside the point. No, we are going to be stuck with lesser
Dragonlances, but that’s the best we can hope for.”
Bale just stops “Wait, you need the Silver arm of Ergoth for
that.”
“Well, I, we, are going to be on our way to see a man about
that.”
Shocked realization washes over Bale. He’s quieted the rest of
the way to the Inn.
The rush has come through and they can find a booth. A friendly
dwarf waitress comes out and tells them what the special is and
asks what they want to drink. They both order dwarf spirits and
she brings them back their drinks and disappears for a while.
Bale is still quiet, and Torin reads the menu. The waitress
eventually comes back and takes their order. Mutton and stew.
Soon they are eating, but Bale is still quiet.
Torin asks Bale” If he is okay.’
“Yeah. I’m okay. I just, late last year, the bandits took over
Digfel. We all thought we were dead. Trapped miners down in the
mine-shaft for weeks. They took my arm off on the 15th day. They
caught me trying to sneak food and water to the miners. I still
feel it sometimes, I try not to think about it and here I am
thinking about it. You say I have this great destiny, I guess I
am just shaken to my core. Like everything mattered after all.”
Torin nods his head, he understands now. “I did not mean to
bring up old wounds.”
The door of the Inn opens and in comes a Dwarf, kind of hard to
pin down, not dressed like others. Wearing a leather vest,
mostly black clothes, and boots. He sits down next to Bale and
asks him what he’s doing, they are supposed to be playing cards.
“Oh, that was tonight,” Bale says. Suddenly snapping from his
deep thoughts.
Torin makes a quick observation of the new dwarf. He is a hill
dwarf. The bolts on his belt tell Tyros that the man has a
crossbow, and he sees his daggers.
The Dwarf sees that he is being observed and asks, “Who is
this?”
“The name is Torin Stonebeard. I’m from Kayolin.” Torin answers.
“You a priest, you’re dressed like a priest.” coming from the
Hill Dwarf.
“I am indeed a Priest of our Maker, Lord Reorx himself.” Torin
answers again.
“What are you talking to a Priest for?” the Dwarf directs to his
friend Bale. "You're not dying are you?"
Bale speaks up and says “He and I are just having dinner; I’m
just thinking about some things. By the way, this is Slade
Grimblade.”
“Is he one of the ones that would help?” Torin asks
“Help you do what?” Slade asks.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m going to
Southern Ergoth. I think I have to go, will you come with me?”
Bales says, not quite believing the worlds came out.
“Southern Ergoth? That would mean we would have to get on a
boat.” Slade says.
“It is true, it would be the only way to get there.”
Slade thinks about it for a moment. Bale hates ships but is
going anyway. “How serious is this, you guys are serious about
this?”
“Reorx help us.” Torin lets out.
Slade thinks about it, and finally says “Sure, what the hell.”
“Good, Now who else might be willing to help us?”
“If you go out there in the middle of the town and ask, I bet
everybody would agree to go, so you might ask yourself how many
other dwarves you will need,” Slade tells the Priest.
Torin think about it “I don’t know, Six or Eight.”
“Personally, I can’t handle any more than that myself. Slade
says. You alright Bale?”
“Yeah, this is like a dream, I can’t believe this is happening
to me,” Bale says.
Slade says, “Like the time of old, the gathering of Heroes.
Let’s go see who answers the call”
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Six: The Gathering of Heroes
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 11, 2023, 4:15 am
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Six: The Gathering of Heroes [/center]
Southwest Ansalon
Southern Abanasinia
Hamlet of Digfel
[left]
The townspeople of Digfel consist mainly of Dwarves, the call
has been put out to join the cohort of Reorx.
The Three Dwarves are standing in the middle of town, surrounded
by dwarves. Torin is drawing stones with people's Runes on them.
Names are drawn by the will of Reorx
Torin Stonebeard of Kayolin Hylar Priest of Reorx Hammer Brown
and grey hair and beard. The Priest wears a Brown Robe, a Belt
has tools and a Hammer and he walks with a walking stick. Has
the bearing of a Merchant from the North.
Bale Ironforge Exiled Hylar Long black Hair with grey, short
black beard with grey.The Introspective Blacksmith Background in
Smelting
Slade Grimblade Neidar Bounty Hunter dark hair, beard and beard,
some grey, the Deadly One dark Pants, boots, vest, undershirt.
Alert
The Runes pulled forth and the names read to the crowd. Cheers
go up from the crowd for each Dwarf that is named.
Grail Longtooth Neidar Clan the Oldest- Double Bladed Battleaxe
Grey and red hair and Beard. The Grumbler -His skin light
brown, grey hair, beard, braided. earth-toned clothes
Ragrim Shattershield Exiled Hylar Clan, Morning Star, Shield and
Polearm -Background in Engineering, The Optimist Dwarven Chian
mail, helmet.
Barek Stormhammer Exiled Hylar Clan Family War Hammer
Background in Mining The Highborn Paragon blonde hair, glorious
locks and beard, Plate Armor, Helmet-Cap
Vorimir Stoneaxe Exiled Hylar Clan Battleax
Background in Stonemasonry and mining Grumbler, gray-haired,
bearded, second oldest of the cohort.
Jennnar Blackstone Neidar Clan Double Bladed Battleaxes, the
Young Glory Seeker His skin is a deep tan or light brown in
color and he has ruddy cheeks and bright eyes. Earth tone
clothes
The named Dwarves stand with the three at the center and they go
to the One-Eyed Goblin to hash out the details. There are food
and supplies to order and pick up. Whetstones and bedrolls to
find. Shops to close up, and they agree to meet the next morning
outside the Inn.[/left]
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Seven: God Dreams
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 12, 2023, 8:42 am
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[center]
Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Seven: God Dreams[/center]
Bale is deeply sleeping, Dreams of prophecy begin to flood his
night.
His time under the Mountain, His home
The Festival of the Dead
The Earth Quake
Watching the falling of the Life Tree, the death of his wife and
his family, all those families.
The Exile from Thorbardin, The Banishment of Tarn Bellowgranite,
by the bastard Jungor Stonesinger.
Fell heavily into drink, spent many years of waking up, covered
in sick, head pounding.
Empty. The depression had taken hold of him, nearly broke him
Then the Bandits came and destroyed his life further. Took his
arm, his favored arm, and hand. What he made, shields, swords,
armor. His life shattered. He sees himself at work, with an
assistant helping him. His rhythm is off, weak.
He feels like he is lifted in the sky and transported away from
there and finds himself crossing the Strait of Algoni and
finding himself at rest on a melting glacier. Great rivers are
feeding into a great lake. He sees a dead White Dragon rotting
in the sun. The Last of the Overlords has fallen. The land comes
alive green and the multitude of colors of spring has returned.
Now he soaring above mountains and beyond, the Silver Dragon
Monument rising 700 feet above the valley floor Its beauty and
workmanship bring tears to his eyes.
The glacier is rapidly receding, you begin walking around the
great lake. He stops, He can see Ogres across the lake. He looks
toward the mountains. We will have to walk on this side of the
lake to lessen the chance of running into bands of ogres.
He is in a forest; this is an elven place. He looks around.
He sees a grave and a gravestone. Is this his or someone who has
come here before? He sees that the Grave is very well
maintained. Fresh flowers are brought here, in remembrance.
He is startled awake.
Theros, that was the name on the Tombstone.
Theros Ironfeld
We are going to see him…. But maybe he is dead, or maybe he
will…. Why show his tombstone, unless I’m supposed to go there
to see this place? I don’t know if I understand fully.
Crossing the Sea, Ogres, who knows what else? What if I’m not
the one?
But you were shown all of this in your dream.
“Dreams aren’t real.“ He gets up, puts his pants on, and grabs a
shirt, his pack, and his money and then he climbs out his window
until his feet hit the ground, and leaves the immediate area. He
stands for a moment and decides which direction he will go.
Maybe Pax Tharkas. Bale begins walking away from his destiny in
the night.
Bale begins reflecting on his time during his exile. It’s been
eight years since Tarn’s overthrown by Hylar Jungor Stonesinger.
Tarn’s supporters were sent into exile with them.
A lot of the exiles lived out of the Fortress of Pax Tharkas.
But it soon became overcrowded and some Dwarves moved on to find
temporary homes elsewhere.
One day he stopped drinking, Got himself right, and out into his
new world. Several towns in Abanasinia saw an influx of Dwarven
tradesmen. Many fights started as the sudden mixture of Mountain
Dwarfs and Hill Dwarves into the ecosphere made for an explosive
combination.
The new reality made the dwarves adapt and try to live in the
same places and spaces, It has not always worked, but Digfel has
been enriched by the the Exiles
He does not get far before he looks into the distance. What is
he doing? Is he going to walk out on Reorx, the Maker? My life
of loss and still more loss has all brought me here to this
moment.
He turns back around and decides he will embrace this new
destiny.
He finds the Priest and Slade playing a hand of cards.
“Everything alright Bale?” Slade asks.
“Yeah, I’m going back to bed. Good night.” He puts his pack down
kicks his boots off and climbs into his bed.
“You should turn in too, going to be a full day tomorrow,” Slade
says.
Torin agrees and begins to lay down on his Bedroll. “You staying
up in case he leaves again?”
“No, I figure he is out for the count this time, I’ll finish
this pipe, and head to sleep myself.
-The Scene Ends
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Eight: Together, Setting out
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 14, 2023, 1:16 am
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Eight: Together, Setting out[/center]
Southwest Ansalon
Southern Abanasinia
First Day on the Road
Torin Stonebeard explains the plan. Walking south to New Ports
to hire a ship. We will stay in an inn there and get the
supplies we will need for the Journey.
“And where are we going? Aks Grail Longtooth.
“Southern Ergoth, to the Vale of the Silver Dragon.” Torin
Answers.
The answer quiets everyone down.
Torin continues and says ‘I’m told that Ogres control a
significant portion of the continent, also there are Elves. I
don’t know how many, there was some story I heard a bunch of
them moved to Cristyne. But I still expect there to be some
about. It also said the lands we are going into are Wild Elf
lands. I don’t know if these Wild Elves moved to Cristyne as
well, or what. But I don’t speak Wild-Elf, and I’m going to
guess none of you do either. So, we are going to need to find a
guide that speaks Wild-Elf just in case they are still there.”
He rolls out a map of relatively recent map, made during the Age
of Dragons. It shows the path through the Lastgaard Mountains.
“I’m assuming that is going to take us near to the Ogre-held
lands?” asks Barek Stormhammer
“Pretty close right here.
They all nod in comprehension.
Bane sees the great lake remembers something from his dream the
previous night, and speaks up
“If we travel Northeast path around the lake counterclockwise,
we will avoid encountering ogres all on this west side of the
lake.”
They all look at him…
Bale decides to disclose where he got the information from. “I
think the Maker sent Dreams last night to prepare me for the
journey. I saw it in a dream last night, On our path through the
mountains, I saw the monument of Silver Dragon.”
All of the dwarves are made speechless. Even Torin is quieted.
He rolls up the map and slides it into the scroll case. “Well,
let go.
And they are off.
Walking together, they make good time in their march south.
Their slowest is Vorimir Stoneaxe, the second oldest, and the
heaviest of all of them. He does not slow them down terribly as
he sees the oldest of them is Grail Longtooth, a Neidar that is
still moving pretty well for an old timer, It inspires Vorimir
to try to keep at pace. Sweating already, he’s a grumbler,
already losing that weight.
Grail Longtooth is a Grumbler, not too bad where it's
unbearable. Mostly he’s the grumpy dwarf of the bunch.
Two days travel
Camp out in a couple of Tents
It is their first-night camping together
Torin Stonebeard of Kayolin Hylar Priest of Reorx Hammer Brown
and grey hair and beard. The Priest wears a Brown Robe, a Belt
has tools, and a Hammer and he walks with a walking stick. Has
the bearing of a Merchant from the North.
Bale Ironforge Exiled Hylar Long black Hair with grey, short
black beard with grey.
The Introspective Blacksmith
Background in Smelting
Slade Grimblade Neidar Bounty Hunter dark hair, beard and beard,
some grey
The Deadly One Dark Pants, boots, vest, undershirt. Alertness
Grail Longtooth Neidar Clan the Oldest- Double
Bladed Battleaxe Grey and red hair and beard the Grumbler His
skin light brown, grey hair, beard, braided. Earth-toned clothes
Ragrim Shattershield Exiled Hylar Clan, Morning Star,
Shield, and Polearm -Background in Engineering
the Optimist Dwarven Chian mail, helmet.
Barek Stormhammer Exiled Hylar Clan Family War Hammer
Background in Mining
the Highborn Paragon Blonde Hair and Bread Plate Armor,
Helmet Cap
Vorimir Stoneaxe
Exiled Hylar Clan Battleax Background in Stonemasonry
and mining Grumbler, gray-haired, bearded, second oldest of the
cohort. Also, the largest midsection.
Jennnar Blackstone Neidar Clan Double Bladed Battleaxes
the Young Glory Seeker His skin is a deep tan or light brown in
color and he has ruddy cheeks and bright eyes. Earth tone
clothes
The conversation is light around the circle as they eat the
roasted turkeys that Slade shot on the way.
Torin observes the bunch. So far, the group is meshing well, of
course, this is only the beginning. We will all be on each other
nerves before long.
Ragrim Shattershield is a big Haus of a dwarf.
Jennar Blackstone is the youngest and most inexperienced of the
group. He still has skills it’s said. At least he is quiet and
reserved.
Baraek Stormhammer comes from an ancient house. He is the
quintessential mountain dwarf. From a proud noble house. The
perfect golden locks, the perfect beard. Carries a noble
bearing, but it has hurt him being exiled. Drove a stake
straight through his heart. But he still walks tall and proud
for supporting Tarn Bellowgranite.
Sitting around the campfire, discussion and debate turn to the
Hammer of Kharas, Thorbardin, and The False King Jungor
Stonesinger.
Things start getting heated and Torin stands up and tells
everyone to calm down. “There is nothing we can do about the
Hammer right now. Thorbardin is locked up tight to the world.
But one day soon, the wall will be knocked down on a glorious
day of judgment by a Chosen of Reorx, but that is not going to
be me. No, we have a different path that has been laid out for
us. We don’t know the why, but whatever it is it's important.
The Hammer is lost to us right now. I hate to sound defeatist
about it, but all it would do wind us up dead, and then how
would we help anybody? He will have to do with making half-good
Lances as Reorx has not divined the exact plan to get into the
Mountain yet. So that’s the end of it, it burns me up too. I
mean, we are right here, this close to the mountain, but that’s
the end of it.” Torin concludes the conversation about the
Hammer of Kharas, Thorbardin, and the False King.
Everyone is left to stew on the matter. They rotate a Guard on
watch duty and change every few hours just to be safe.
With the fire crackling, Dwarves begin to fall off to sleep, as
Baraek Stormhammer takes the first watch.
The scene Ends
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Nine: The Siren’s Song
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 15, 2023, 1:35 am
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Nine: The Siren’s Song[/center]
Southwest Ansalon
Abanasina
New Coast
The White-Rage River
The Dwarves cross the major bridge that fords the White-Rage
River and enter into New Ports.
New Ports Population 994
They pass by stables, blacksmith the first Inn on the left. The
sign says the Roaring Griffon. Several dwarves of the group say
this Inn has the best ale and hops beer. It's decided then that
they will stay in the Roaring Griffon. It’s an establishment
owned by Elves, but at least they are bright enough to hire a
Dwarf bartender. Hope they don’t serve elf food.
The ale is really good. The beer is really good. The Menu has
some elf things, but the rest of the menu is normal. They decide
to get rooms while Torin, Bale Ironforge, Slade Grimblade, and
Baraek Stormhammer go in further into town and get supplies, a
ship, a ship captain, and a crew.
Baraek tells them that he has been thinking, “Bale you said
there were Mountains in your dream, if it is a vale, then we
might have to climb. If we have to climb, we are going to need
rope, maybe a lot of it. And climbing tools, and climbing gear.”
Torin thanks him and puts him in charge of getting what they
need, if he needs help, get Ragrim Shattershield to help. Torin
then gives him a money pouch that may cover the costs, then
again, maybe it won’t. He tells him to come back to him if he
needs more money.
Baraek is off to get rope and order some special equipment from
the blacksmith.
Torin, Bale, and Slade go to the docks and walk by the ships at
port. They go into the Gem of the Sea Tavern and go to the Bar
wait for the Bartender and ask if they know of any Ship Captains
that would be twill to go to Southern Ergoth. The Bartender
points out a man sitting with a woman. Torin asks what they are
drinking, orders the drinks, and brings them over to the Man and
woman.
“There you go, compliments of myself and my companions. I’m
really sorry to barge in on you Captain, but I am Torin
Stonebeard and We are looking for a Captain with a ship that can
take us to Southern Ergoth we were pointed in your direction”
The man is in his forties, tanned and weathered face with
stubble. He’s smoking a pipe.
The woman is half his age, a dark brunette, and has a hard-edged
way about her.
The captain asks “How many passengers, any cargo”
Torin answers “Eight, our food supplies, packs maybe a donkey.
“Alright. When?” The captain asks.
“Well, as soon as it would be possible for you to set out,”
Torin says
“The day after tomorrow would be the soonest I could get my crew
together and loaded for that kind of journey. Would that work
for you, Torin Stonebreaker?” The captain replies.
“Aye, it’s the best I can hope for. Price?”
“Ten Steel a head, including the Donkey.”
Torin grumbles and pays the man and they shake hands.”
The ship is out there, it’s the Siren’s Song. By the way, names
Marko Trell.
The Dwarves find the ship. It will do just fine. Look safe, and
well maintained. To be fair, they are all mostly
well-maintained.
With that done, they go buy a Donkey.
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429 AC The Chosen of Reorx Chapter Nine: The Voyage
By: Dungeon Master Date: September 16, 2023, 9:05 pm
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[center]Chosen of Reorx
Story One
Chapter Nine: The Voyage Part One[/center]
New Sea
Straits of Schallsea
Sailing the Straits of Schallsea aboard the Siren’s Song, a
Schooner Medium Merchantman.
The dwarves spent their time in New Ports mostly constructively.
They gathered food supplies for the journey, along with the
climbing spikes for the boots, and spiked islets for Rope to
pass through. Length of rope for each Dwarf to connect to for
safety lines. A big coil of rope. Got saddlebags for the
donkey, and a rope leash and harness for the donkey in case it
is uncooperative. They have a feeding bag, and large water bags
for the animal to have a supply of water, along with They got
food (Oats) and treats for the donkey, but they won’t keep
forever. Apples, pears.
A spyglass, Blankets, Firewood, many Wineskins water, Torches, a
shovel, fishing poles, lines, hooks, and worms. Along with any
other necessities that may be needed.
On the Siren’s Song now, Captained by Marko Trell.
Crew Leon
Avery
Hetch
Cook Kino
The Passengers
Torin Stonebeard
Slade Grimblade
Bale Ironforge
Barek Stormhammer
Grail Longtooth
Vorimir Stoneaxe
Ragrim Shattershield
Jennnar Blackstone
They sing songs that don't offend with the Hill Dwarves or the
Mountain Dwarves and they find something they all can enjoy.
They drink, and play cards. Near all of the dwarves go up to the
deck and throw up over the side.
Each one tells a little about themselves
Torin tells about his life in Granite, in the Kingdom of
Kayolin. Mining, Merchandizing. Made a small fortune. The
attack wiped out his store and a multitude of other stores.
Cleaned out. At least I still had my life, I have friends that
did not make it out alive.
Reorx found me and offered my Hammer back to me and came to work
for him. And that was his calling.
Slade’s story is about his Hunting goblins and criminal scum.
He’s a Hill Dwarf. Comes and goes through the towns of Hill
Home. Collected his fair share of goblin ears for the Lord of
Haven. Have killed a fair share of bandits.
More cunning than he admits to. Always thinking, always
thinking steps ahead. Quiet, but if asked, he’s as opinionated
as the rest of them. Latched onto Bale even if he was a Mountain
Dwarf. They didn’t argue over ancient history. They were
interested in putting food on the table. Slade was married, but
his wife left him. He’s not entirely tight with the Grimblade
family. Kind has been a Lone Wolf for too long. But whatever
personal stuff is going on with him, he hides it behind being
the Quit One.
Bale,
DM-He shares much of what has been covered already. Had a
spouse, and family, and they died with the Lifetree collapsed.
Mostly an introspective, good-natured, middle-of-the-road, does
not ride on anyone’s tail. Just get things done the best he can.
Barek Stormhammer
The family has an ancient name and has been honored in years
past. Can this one live up to a long legacy of great heroes? We
can only hope. He has acclimated himself well, and despite
living a very good life in social circles before, The Exile of
the followers of Tarn Bellowgranite floored him. He was walking
in a daze for a while. He is capable, able to laugh at himself,
and has the perfect hair jokes. He too is just trying to do the
best he can do. He is committed to this cause, seeing a chance
to echo his family’s record of honor on this mission.
Grail Longtooth
Pessimistic, argumentative, insufferable. But lovable all the
same. Brings up good points, can be halfway friendly, and is
low-key hilarious. As with all of them, a walking contradiction.
The Longtooths live in Hillhome. He is the patriarch of his
Family clan. Hillsmart. Cautious, can come off as disarming.
But a Battlerager in a fight.
Vorimir Stoneaxe
Overweight. The cook. Second oldest. The food he makes is a
touch above tolerable. An easy target. A grumbler. Wise
Ragrim Shattershield
The large ox known as known as Ragrim Shattershield is
ham-fisted and gregarious. Has become friend to Barek
Stormhammer.
Jennnar Blackstone
The baby of the group. Still working on his beard. A Hill Dwarf
of Winterhome.
The Waves
Sea sickness
They stop at the Port of Schallsea for the captain and crew to
unload some cases from the hold, and the captain gets paid, and
they are off to Southern Ergoth...
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