Chronicled by the Cleric known as Diazz, Scribe of the House of Kyuss
It is 4 o'clock pm, on the Day of Starfire
The 4th Day of the Month of the Bat,
in the 19th Year of the 7th Century, in the 42th Millenium
Chapter One, the Lucky Snoop....
Lucky was wandering through town one day, and noticed a bunch of drows skulking around town. Lucky the beer swirling, whore chasing Leprechaun, knows evil when he sees it. Onuris the Master Gan keeps a town in the Happy Hunting Grounds outside of Tupelo. Thieves always try to steal from Onuris, who is usualy around to ward off the thieves (what silly person steals from a god anyway). How ever, Lucky knew that Onuris was sleeping this morning, and wouldnt be up on the thieves out here. Lucky, Anubis and Onuris had been up late working on world arrangements for the world overhaul which was coming, and Onuris had passed out around midnight. Anubis went back to his home in the desert, and Lucky felt it was time to visit that wench that Jeremy kept as a beer serving girl. She was a lust wench that one, with bucking hips and nice, suckling lips. Lucky knew he would have to get that gal a gold tooth though. One of the hazzards of being an adventurer was a missing tooth. Ah well, she did smile well anyway.
Lucky side tracked and hopped off into the woods to tail this bad of miccreants. They were a dreadful bunch, with their blackened skin, they crept along in the dusk of the morning, avoiding the new fallen dew, and sneaking with good skill. how ever, they did not appear to much into sunlight, they looked much happier in darkness. Onuris's tower was just south of the Orc fort, and was usualy inaccessible to such visits, but these people seemed to have had a key much to Luckys surprise. Lucky watched silently, boding even, as the 7 drow sneaks entered into Onuris's tower.
Lucky knew Onuris was crafty, crafty as a legion of Masons that one, har dee, yes he be. The 1st drow sneak, dressed in black boots and black chain mail looked wearily at the 100 foot tower made of darkned red metal (Duranthium), crafted by Onuris one summer ago, Lucky remebered saddly, cause Lucky had helped Onuris for that week, in exchange for an infinite keg of beer from Onuris as reward, GOSH how Lucky had worked that week.) Onuris's jobs were usualy a double edged stick. Onuris did have a nice tower though Lucky felt.
So the 1st Drow had entered the door (the group had a key, how perculiar). A loud scream ended that, as a large boulder appeared out of no-where, and roller out the doorway, flattening the screaming sneak-guy.) This left 6 sneakies, who leared unwarily at each other from under the cowls of their hoods. The lowest rank amoung them, for he was the only one wearing leather instead of mail, received a couple hand motions from the leader, a tall, emancipated black skin thin in oscurite metal mail. Lucky watched unwarily, wondering if he should attack, when a large griffon swoooped down to pluck the leather wearing thief away, as he had just started to enter the tower.
The leader frowned a little Lucky noticed, a good sign, maybe they would give up and go home, even though Lucky knew better. The leader motioned two a pair of bigger grey skinned fellars to go up. And to Luckys surprise, they climbed right up the walls like a Spider, into the windows on the second floor. Poor Onuris Lucky felt sad, but then a bright bright light emeregd from the windows, followed by a near unending loud scream. Lucky did glimpse for a second a site which had shivers run down his spine, gulping once for their sorrid fate. A large demon had appeared, black fellar, Balron from One of the 3rd layer of hell looked like, ghastly. The pair had got a couple strikes off of it, one of the hits appeared, mortal, a triple laceration across the back of the Demon, but it didnt help, the demon still ate them both, belching afterwards 'goodbye Onuris, gotta go home, wife needs me'.
Down below, paching in sheer apathy, the crew of thieves still lingered below, their quarry still not found. Though there were only 3 left, they paced unhappily trying to determine means of enter into the tower. Lucky heard them bickering in some unknown language, none of them appeared very happy. So in the end, all three decided to go up the tower, and did in fact all rush up the doorway and up the steps. Lucky peered through the windows to see that in fact they were in the top 3rd floor after a minute or so, he saw they backed by Onuris's prized picture of Milinia, a large platinum dragon, which had Consented Onuris to paint her picture one day, back dropped to water-fall, what a nice picture that was Lucky felt. He disliked thieves being in the tower, but decided these people were out of his league to fight he had considered. And so the three thieves at the Top of the tower, found what they needed, as the leader held it up, examining it.
Lucky cringed, ahh thats what they wanted. They wanted that staff! The staff of cosmic site, of which Onuris had been working on, as reward for a mortal, who had taken the time to create something that Onuris had liked. It was a nice staff, made of this odd grey wood, fashioned by a pair of snakes which were wrapped around a sun-dial. A moon mysteriously circled around the dial and snakes.
The thieves, finding what they wanted, decided it was time to return to safer places, likely underground and away from the light. The stalked off into the dawns light, into the trees. Lucky follows for a while, but looses track of the obviously master thieves in the woods by the Lycan, a town over by the docks and Luminas Temple. It was time to recruit some adventurers, time to hit the Tupelo Adventurers guild for some aid.
Asmodeous, sit in his throne in the Drow Citadel, and plotted. His skin prickled, he knew his misdeeds might soon be discovered, and then again, they might not. The gods surely might not notice, involved in their own affairs. The gods be damned, he would be a god he felt, now with the staff in his grasp. He clasp its magical being firmy in his right hand, feeling the power vibrate and radiate around the room. He appraised himself, fittfully in the mirror, wondering what this shift of power to the fates would hold. He sent our servants bearing messages for the raising of defense and security in the halls which lead to the citadel, and on the web itself. Flocks of yochlols were summoned, and the elite spider army were unleashed in the Halls of the Web, which strands stretched into time itself, centered from the Web Spinner lair. The Drow Priestes were beckoned to Summon forth through the evening, and a stampede of Nightmares was unleashed into the caves. Waiting Asmodeous, gazed again at his perfection in the Mirror, and waited for what would come. He would not have long to wait.
Lucky headed off to the bar to gather up some adventurers, He ordered 6 beers from Jeremy the bartender. He set back drinking and rallied up support from the locals by a messenger. The messenger left and Lucky commenced to drinking. Lucky bought the drunkards at the bar beer for the whole evening. He tipped the serving wenches nicely and waited for adventurers to arrive.
Sure enough, slowly the group formed up, 10-12 strong. Lucky bought some more rounds for them all and launched into his tale of what he had seen earlier this morning. There was some talk of where the sneaks could have gone, and many adventurers left to check out different areas. Lucky knew where they went, but he kept his illusions about him. A couple adventurers styed behind at the bar, while the majoirty went out to find the thieves.
The Adventurers dispatched, and explored many an area, before finding the Demonweb, Some area, such as the Dwarf Ctadel, and the Sun Temple and Chapel were suspect for a time.
Much later, Lucky the Leprechaun, found himself in the chambers of the wench, and her 2 friends. Lucky drank some more beer and smiled. Smile
Minutes later the messengers arrived to Tell Asmodeous that a group of men had been seen in the halls, but the forces had dispatched them. He dispatched some more guards and ordered some wine.
The adventurers, mean while, which Lucky had hired, were having a tough time. They may have bargained for a quick rush into the halls, find the bad guy and slay him return the staff for a reward, but a couple of them had bengun to wonder. The guards they had run into in the caves, seemed to be killable on their own, but the attacks came with such frequench and strength, that sometimes prevailing over the encounter was harsh. A seemingly unending hoarde of evils filled the caves. The warrior Klint, fought well, though in vain many times, as a bastion of the demonweb would rush, in and slay an adventurer in the party. Eomer also fought well each time, thanks to the healers. Inga the Sorcerer had never seen any fights such as these, where death was so close at hand. Zorn, Sauron, Feliks and Selene, leaped swiftly into battle each time it was accousted, but to much avail, many memebers died many times. It was all Shadow could do to Icewind a stone golem down at the right moment, saving Eomer from imminent death, or Feliks flying kicks to abrash the elite guards or fierny, hellish nightmares which assaulted them, But each time, they licked their wouds after battle and kept on. They would owe many favors to Anubis the God of Death before this day wore down. Night in the demonweb caves would be harsh indeed for the group.
Asmodeous had been appraised of the situation, which was not futile. Evidently, word from the messengers was that Lucky the Leprechaun had hired out some adventurers to heed off his vile plans. He clitched the Cosmic Site Staff in his hand, and smiled. Let them come, he felt, show up my pitiful regime of guards, whom have gotten lazy and out of shape from disuse. Kill them, he thought, so I can train more and better guards. Those would could actualy defend his Citadel in time of need. The Council would take notice, and likely not act in time. He would get a godhood out of this. He smiled evily into the mirror, admiring his eyes.
Lucky was glad he stayed behind, he had alot of beer and three wenchs. Oh what a nice day it was indeed for Lucky the Leprechaun
Klint the tank how ever, was not having a good day. Ferba the Cleric arrived later, when he woke up in the Inn, he quickly heard word about Luckys reward, and rashly collected all of his gear, and headed out the door. To join up. Ferba, quickly found his servives were invaulable, in this one rush, involving 3 stone golems, which had oddly turned aggressive through the years. Half a dozen elite army guards also rushed in, aside 3 nightmares as did a couple of elite driders. It was a titanic fight, and there were too many strikes, evades, spells, heals, prayers, screams and bloodshed to actualy properly list, the heros killed most of them but succomed to death for several of the members (Eomer, Zorn, and Klint incapicated, they fled away to lick their woulds and mutters prayers to Anubis, the lord of the dead, to rekindle the souls inside of the bodies of the dead. They would return to the web Ferba was sure, as sure as the sun would rise the next day.
Asmodeous was generaly content, clutching his stolen staff in his had, and purveying the Citadel from the outside ledge of his Citadel Chambers. The Citadel was big, but it would require a make over. Many drows would work, and most likely, slaves would be used to refit the Citadel, which needed to be returned to its prior beauty and Glory. Messengers that another group had been found in the halls of the web, but had been dispatched. Asmodeous smiled wickedly, and ordered more guards to be sent out. The guards needed thinned out, work was good for soldiers, idleness was not.
Klint how ever, was glad that Ferba was around, as he was that Angel and Inga were also trained in the healing Arts. And powerful as the characters might be, they still met death evenly at the end, for the mad rushes from the guards was foul indeed. And it was all Feliks the Astronomer and Shadow the Mage could do to fight off each attack by the groups of citadel guards. Selenes feet ached from kicking so much, and the groups misery was apparent after each death, but push on they would, as that was their nature.
Lucky was still having a glorious time, though he needed more beer, but he had 3 wenchs to get it for him. So Lucky used his Leprechaun Gold and ordered up 12 more beers, for him and his 3 girls...
Chapter Two: Off to see the Wizard
Nightmares were evil. Eomer hated fucking nightmares. Evil damned to hell black firey horses were evil. Zorn also hated Nightmares. Sauron hated fucking nightmares. The group did not like nightmares. The horses would attack, as if by one, but a score, all at once, from silence to battle in but a second. The group did not like Nightmares, but the knew, deep in the souls, that they would have more nightmares to face.
Many battles took place, amongst many deaths. Many people hated Nightmares, amongst the dead, were counted Klint, Eomer, Feliks, Zorn and Ferba. Many were near dead, when the heros retreated. The mortals did not like nightmares.
Asmodeous sent some more guards to the webs of the demonhalls, and even smiled evily, when he sent out Soran Personaly into the halls to deal with the mortals who so sought to enter the domain. Maybe the pitiful old commander would kill the mortals once and for all, and then again maybe not. If so, he would promote the commander, but if not, hed find a commander who would make the defenses of the citadel better in account the Soran had in recent years.
Soran was humble, but he was no fool. He knew he was dead, as soon as he was ordered into the halls. He was an out of shape, old and outdated desk jockey, who ran the corrupt guards for Lolth the demon queeen. He had hoped to retire, and have a Villa resiing near the drow mage accademy. But alas, no, he was back in the deep dark halls that he had started out patroling in. Back to the slime coated rocks and relying on his infravision. Soran had lived a long time, and this was it. He, and 6 elite army spiders met the group of humans by the gatekeeper. Soran dashed in before the army spiders even knew what was up. Soran then gutted an acrobat so quick the acrobat stood and watched his entrails fall out on to the ground, and by the time Soran flipped up behind a Cleric, Ferba as he recalled the screams that someone shouted when the cleric died from having a sword headspiked into their skull. After that Soran fell into a battle frenzy and kata he was well used too. The army spiders had their wits about them by now and raced into battle, beside a nightmare. The group was hard, hard pressed for a long while, but in the end, Soran was webbed and could not tumble about. He died, but he had hurt the humans. Ahh but death is just the end of a beginning and the beginning of another end, another trail along the astral.
The Feast of Rembering Holiday has Begun. The gods Favor mortals on holidays. Mayhap the Three Fates will be kind to the Strings of the Souls of the mortals and Avatars this day.
Soran woke up in the Infirmary in the Citadel, with a massive headache, apparently his guards had retrived his mortally woulded body and returned to allow the drow priestess's to work their magic and head his old body. Soran wasted no time in seeking revenge upon the humans which had made it to the halls of the citadel. He adorned his duranthium chain mail armor and grabbed his 2 swords and rushed on out, bringing with him several elite drider guards.
Soran, 11 elite driders and a yochlols ran into the humans, outside the drow temple much sooner then the Mortals were prepared for. Even dispite the work of the great healers and raisers, Soran and his troop slaughtered most of the mortals, who fled away, taking their dead with them. Soran smiled, knowing that Revenge was sweet. Soran would miss the drow priestess the humans had killed when he was arriving, she had a nice booty. He purged the lustful thoughts for his now deceased friend, and noticed the group of humans had returned. It was time for some more death. Soran withdrew his blades from their scabbards, both of which hissed evily, and grimmly advanced upon the approaching warrior Klint, meeting him head on. The fight lasted for many minutes, and in the end Soran and the driders slained many humans, but in the end, Soran was gutted on the floor, his body bruised and broken, and he died fitfully, hoping the entire time, to find himself in drow heaven, grasping the arms of his priestess friend he missed. Soran breathed his last breathe, an not a cuss, but longing the name of the priestess on his lips.
The group of humans met no end, and vainly they fought long and hard against the hoarde of elite drider guards which killed with no means robotic in nature, did their blades weave, through the air, biting into flesh and bone again and again. Each time a drider died another took its place, side by side, grimmly did the driders advance, their charge virtually never ending. The group was exhausted when the last one had fallen, its spider legs breaking on the bodies of its fellows. Klint purveyed the Carnage at hand, the dead vastly outnumbered the living, and there was noone who had not died once, or three times for the humans. Zorn the mage died and lived, dedicantly. Ferba and Angel, the clerics of the gods, really wished Diazz the cleric was there to assist them, or Tarot the Sorcerer, and many adventurers knew Blackwind the thief would also aid them. How ever, Eomer, Inga, Selene and Sauron knew they were on their own, and as a group they stood, side by side, ready for death, for death was their friend. A friend they knew almost too well.
Asmodus the arch devil was vexxed with wrath, the humans would not surrdener, and would show no quarter. Not that Asmodus expected quarter or would give it himself. Asmodeus gripped the powerful, yet stolen staff of cosmic thought, and began his incantation. He needed defenders, and thus he beguilded the pseudo dragon from sleep, and supplied the babau tana'ri with some food for thought and beset them against the mortals who were practicaly beating down his doorway now, hoping to return his staff which he had so rightfully paid the guards to steal for him. Asmodeous decided he would have to take matters into his own hands, perhaps if he had Lucky the leprechaun killed, then the humans would go away.
Meanwhile, the humans, still pursued the staff of Onuris, which had been stolen away by the Vile arch devil. They had crossed through the dark halls and caves of the demonweb. They had walked the tight rope across the silken strands of the web spinners webs her self. The adventurers had passed through the gates of the citadel itself, fighting inumerable odds against a unending legion of devoted drow follows. Nightmares from the darkest part of hell itself faught them with sheer feverity, elite driders and army spiders crawled out of the wood work to do them wrong. Yochlols beclhed forth from the mouths of gelly demons to stop them, and still they stood forth. The mightest commander of the guards himself had even fallen before them.
And still they fought on.
The Feast of Rembering Holiday ended more sooner then anyone wanted or liked. Holidays are good like that though
Darkstar Oscuro tears across the skyline in flight and fear, still running, endlessly, with the plight that only a godling could know, running, for ever, away from the fate that the darkest god kin of argent could ever know, plightfully racing away from its Destiny and the claws of Starfire the Phoenix, born of Nightfire the phoenix, which was so wrongfully slain by the spells of Oscuro. Oscuro knows the fear that only a god can know, and continues his flight into the future, where he knows he shall die.
Chapter Three: The Blessed Hellride and the Glorious Burden.
Death is a friend that Oscuro does not want to be-friend. But its a friend everyone makes.
For humans fighting to retrive the staff of cosmic thought, death is the oldest friend in the world.
For when the reapers come a reaping, there are souls for the taking and keeping.
Onuris knew whom the thief was, and did not like being stolen from. Onuris silently dispelled the wards of protection asmodeus had placed upon his doorway. A protection he needed sorely to survive against the group. A protection which would have slain any human who entered. Anhur-Onuris Master-Gan, had other plans though, and did not like being stolen from what so ever. And Onuris Gan changed fate when the spells protecting the doorway collapsed inwardly into silent whisps of nothingness.
Asmodeus knew the fight would come down to this. Some how, in the darkest part of his soul and his mind, he knew fear but for an instance. That was the instant that the group of adventurers entered his sacred chambers. Walked right past his wards. Asmodeus fumed inwardly, and cursed outwardly, cursing the very magic which should have protected him, and slain the human who were now standing in his doorway. He defiantly clutched his staff, and started casting spells upon those who had entered. And thus did the battle begin.
The Pseudo dragon had been blinded during the previous encounter with the humans, and stumbled, unknowingly around for a time, lost in a haze of blackness which it did not like. Upon being blinded, he had fleed for his life, and fled into a hollow in the walls of the citadel, to heal up and wait for the spells affects to expire. He waited, for what seemed like days but was in fact hour, and little by little the pseudo dragon could see again. A vile dragon, black and smoky, some forty foot long....its scales did not gleam, but in fact trapped light. The pseudo dragon knew anger, and rumbled off on the scent of the humans.
The pseudo dragon did not have much to wait, it tracked the scent of the humans to its masters room, as he found his master, Asmodeus slaying mortals, he joined the fray and killed several. The humans gathered their living and their dead and retreated, but emerged again some minutes later. The psuedo dragon would not let them enter, killed several again. Asmodeus smiled at the dragon. After some time though, the dragon wanders out. And since pseudo dragons like to sleep, the dragon fell asleep outside his masters door, waiting for the return of the humans.
The mortals were having a bad, bad, bad day. Luckys seemingly easy job of finding the thief, had actualy more to entail to the tale then the mortals were likely prepared for. Death was every where and all around. The mortals had found the pseudo dragon away from its master, curled up outside its doorway, and killed it before it could stutter from wakeful ness. The babue tanari charged in to attack the group, but not in time to save the dragon, and spread apart by their deaths and with the abscence their master, the arch-devil Asmoeud, the babau and the dragon both made a friend of death.
Asmodeus stood in his chamber, impatient, and thinking of departing. He had the drow arch mages chanting a planar shift spell, for him to sprint away to the Abyss with his staff. But that spell would not finish casting for another hour at least the apprentice mages. He thought the deamenor the the apprentice bad, and slain he on the spot. He left orders to be summoned when the plane shift spell had finished and he could depart. He would not be bored in his, wait as the group of mortals returned again, threatening to take his staff. He was mad at the wait, and went into a berserken frenzy, slaying 6 of them within 30 seconds. They departed not long after. If only those damn mage ceremonies werent so damned slow. He Asmodeus was just pissed off now, as the berserker frenzy had passed.
Lucky was still having fun in the bar with his 3 wench lady friends. They had consumbed 6 kegs of beer. Lucky felt lucky. He idly wondered how his adventurer friends were doing on their quets. Ahh well, one of the wenchs had returned with a sandwich, but he felt food would have to wait. He drank some more beer, and they soon stopped drinking for a while.
Asmodeus was annoyed now, greatly. He was pissed at the mortals for a while, and went berserk, but he couldnt count on the berserking to save him anymore. It takes so much out of a person using the ability, that after a while its too draining, and he didnt have any movement regen spells memorized at the time to assist him in the battle. The humans fought with much valor, as they assaulted him time and time again. They had charged again, and he had taken a couple out, the warrior KLint and the Acrobat Feliks who had not jumped out of the way quick enough. A worth group these humans Asmodeus surmised. Perhaps this charge would be their last, and where in the nine hells and the abyss was that damned summon spell to finish. He soon grew tired and weary, though he firmly clutches his stolen staff. The staff perplexed him. Perplexed in a way of why would a mortal deserve such a staff for the gods. The humans returned and charged again, and Asmodeus returned to his spell casting. Asmodeus had one more berserk in him, and killed several. The humans retreated, undaunted.
To Asmodeus's surprise, fate was nice and the summoners assistant (the surviving one), returned to Transport Asmodeus to the Abyss
Asmodeus was hurt, and bad. That last berserk had spent too much of his energy. But it was a hasty thing, for if he had not berserked, he would have died as well, and survival the arch devil felt, was a good thing. In the end, he lied and rested, healing his body in the Circle of Hellfire. Flames licked at his feet around the cavern. Fitting that Asmodeus should return to the Abyss, but it was a safe place. Holding his staff high, he used it as light to glance around the cavern. No mortals here, Asmodeus sighed, then smiled evily. He had twarted the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale, or so he thought.
Asmodeus's eyes bulged once when he saw the group of mortals appear out of the circle of Hellfire into the room. The only thing that saved the gravely injured Asmodeus was that three howler demons picked up on the scent of the mortals and rushed in, fighting the humans. Asmodeus did not check chance, and fled, fittfully from the battle. Into the firey depths of the abyss.
Noone of the party knew what to to expect when they emerged from the hellfire portalway after Shadow had finished the plane shift incantation. The group emrged from the shadowfire gate into the room, trying to grasp where they actualy were. Ferba and Feliks spotted Asmodeus running from the group when 3 howler demons raced in, claws at the ready, slaying most of the party, but buy a twist of fate, and good clerics, the group prevailed over the 3 demons.
Asmodeus knew fear now, being chansed acorss the planes Asmodeus slain several, and fled away in terror, gravely wounded. A young giathyanki wandered in to attack the group. Apparently the humans were not used to the Abyss, or the creatures which traveled within the abyss. Asmodeus saw Ferba and screamed, realzing the holiness of the persona after the group had slain the githyanki. Asmoseus met his end to acrobat Selene in a short, but quick batter near the Githyankis grave.
The adventurers celebrated much over the death of the Arch Devil Asmodeus, and quickly returned the staff to Lucky the Leprechaun.
This quest took place between 10am and 3pm, Monday Feburary 28th
Pardon my typos, I have a learning disability in English and Grammer
-Kell