The Journal Of Thorin Ryo – Gnome Tossing

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THE JOURNAL OF THORIN RYO 

by Doragon Kishu

Chap I – Paladin

Chap II – 200 Years Of Peace

Chapter III – Nekana Agnimitra

Chapter IV – The Spider

Chapter V – Thugs (Part 1)

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 1

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 5

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 7

Chapter IX – The Magic Grows

Chapter X – Challenging Times

Chapter XI – The Blightlands

CHAPTER XII – Gnome Tossing

Nekana and Laenor almost went to blows, Nekana even pushed him a bit, but it was Iven that ended it by saying that perhaps Nekana was the true owner of the Amulet.

Nekana didn’t want to talk about it anymore, seeming befuddled by the Thief’s statement, but more than that he may actually be related to her.

After all settled down, I (Thorin) stood guard, until I heard parts of the ceiling of the cave falling, and suddenly a rock hit my shoulder…

The tunnels weren’t all that safe anymore, construction wise, but the alternative would have been possibly losing their minds trying to get through the magic barrier that surrounded the Blightlands.

I healed myself, then went to sleep…

Ashkan held the final guard, and during it, heard what sounded like a large four legged creature coming from behind them…

…I Cast ‘Bless’ on Laenor, Nekana and myself, and prepared for melee combat.

Ashkan offered to throw up a magical fog to try and let the creature pass by instead of battling it, and after I listened more carefully, and determined just how huge this creature sounded, I agreed…

The Party than got back against one of the cave walls, as the large creature passed by them all, shaking and trembling the place.

After it passed, there was a slime trail that it left…

…Laenor, irrational as usual, put his finger in the slime to discern if it was worth trying to salvage as some sort of poison for his blade.

Instead, it burned off part of his finger, leaving all of us in shock, save him, who didn’t seem all that phased by it.

We moved on.

I decided that it wasn’t the best time to share with the group my encounter with the Deity Theramus in my sleep, and decided I’d tell them when we were in better surroundings.

Further ahead we came upon 7 possible paths, and decided to try one of the three that headed up, in hopes that we’d find an exit from these wretched caves.

Sadly, we heard only a massive amount of some sort of insects buzzing, and so turned back, and headed into one of the passages that headed down.

When we continued into it, we came across a room with a Chest in the middle of it…

…it had to be a trap.

I suggested that either our Rogue, or Thief check the room for traps, but of course, Laenor went ahead and checked himself.

Fool…

I’m reaching a point where I may need to pull him aside, and tell him that his rash ways were likely not only to get him killed, but possibly us as well.

But that would have to wait.

We determined after Laenor stepped towards the chest that the ground was some sort of black sand which caused a kind of necrotic damage.

Before we could make a plan as a group, Laenor cut a deal with our Rouge that if she’d let him carry her across to the chest over an area that seemed to be a bridge (still covered in the sand), they could split the treasure.

This was of course not ok, we’d all split the treasure, our talk nears…

In the end, Laenor fell while carrying our Gnome Rogue, and tossed her towards the chest, hurting her a bit, but she was ok.

Laenor on the other hand was stuck in the black sand.

I tossed a bag and an end of my rope to Walker, our Rogue, and she filled it with some gold, silver, copper and some gems.

I then pulled the sack across the sand, while some of the others helped Laenor out of the sand…

…I did not help him… Though I am a Paladin, his rashness has reached a point I will not allow…

The Journal Of Thorin Ryo – The Blightlands

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THE JOURNAL OF THORIN RYO 

by Doragon Kishu

Chap I – Paladin

Chap II – 200 Years Of Peace

Chapter III – Nekana Agnimitra

Chapter IV – The Spider

Chapter V – Thugs (Part 1)

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 1

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 5

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 7

Chapter IX – The Magic Grows

Chapter X – Challenging Times

CHAPTER XI – The Blightlands

The Spider upon us, Arinar struck it with his thorned whip, and Laenor, having been struck by the Spider and it’s poison, came into a sort of Second Wind, which seemed to take him out of harms way for the moment.

Just as I was about to attack, the Spider suddenly ‘phased’ out, and reappeared behind the Party, where Ashkan and Feldaerae were.

The Spider then struck at our Ganesman Ranger, Ashkan, knocking him unconscious as it’s poison ran through his veins.

I then charged it yelling the words which would summon ‘THUNDEROUS SPITE’ upon my blade, and thus lighting appeared around it, and I struck the great Spider!

BOOM! came a thunderous bang as I struck it, tearing a hole right through it, and causing it to fall sideways, trying to regain some kind of composure as it lay there dying.

Then the Elven Fighter Feldaerae cracked her whip, and snapped the remains of the spider in half.

It was dead.

As our other Elven Fighter Laenor tried to gather reusable poison from it, I knelt down by it’s dead body.

“A Phase Spider,” I spoke as I cleaned my blade.

Two of our Party members injured, we decided that we should take a long rest.

First on guard was Laenor, accompanying him was our Thief Iven.

Laenor was giving him some late night sword training, so that the inexperienced Iven might be able to at least hold his own should the need require.

I went to sleep, but  it would not be an ordinary slumber.

In my dream I appeared upon a white sanded beach…

…the ocean water was a light blue green, it was like nowhere I had ever seen before.

Standing, painting in the distance was a strong looking man with black shoulder length hair, in a blue shirt, and black pants, with ornate silver armour on the ground near him.

“I have been waiting for you Thorin,” he spoke without looking away from his painting.

I felt inclined to approach, so I did.

“Is this a dream?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he spoke, then faced me, “And no.”

His words bewildered me, “What is it you want of me?” I questioned.

At this point he wiped his hands of paint with a nearby rag, then turned towards me.

“My name is THERAMUS, and I want you to serve me,” he spoke.

Theramus… I had heard of him… A Deity of Truth and Compassion.

“Why me?” I replied.

“Because you are noble and kind… And most of all… Honest,” he spoke.

And that’s when I suddenly was awoken by Laenor!

“Thorin, there’s a strange noise coming from further down the corridor,” he spoke.

“I HAD A VISION!” I spoke loudly as I sat straight up from my sleep.

Laenor looked at me curiously, but before I would speak of my dream, I instead grabbed my shield and blade, and the two of us went down the corridor.

It was dark, so I kept one hand upon Laenor’s shoulder, his Elven kind could see in the dark.

There was suddenly a foul stench, and Laenor grabbed his eyes which had begun to water profusely, “Ah, I can not see Thorin,” he spoke.

We suddenly heard a horrible sound, and out of a side crevice appeared a Ghast!

A foul, undead creature, tall, and horrible.

With this I grabbed the holy symbol around my neck, held it up towards it, and spoke words which caused the symbol to glow, “Back foul creature,” I spoke.

With this it started to back, back into the crevice, but Laenor would have none of it, suddenly his hand glowed purple and his rapier appeared in it.

He attacked successfully.

Suddenly Feldaerae was behind us and slashed the creature with her whip.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to us, Nekina, the Barbarian, approached Iven the Thief as he stood watching the fight up ahead.

“The amulet, give it to me,” she spoke with intimidation in her tone.

Iven stepped backwards, “It’s mine… It’s all that I have of my Father,” then tripped on a rock and fell backwards landing on Walker, our Rogue, who had managed to stay asleep during all of the commotions.

OOFF! Walker gasped.

When we had killed the Ghast, Arinar, our Elven Druid, found some silver, finely made, magical crossbow bolts from near where the creature had come from.

But as Arinar offered them to me, I ran back to the camp.

Laenor, angry at Nekana, tossed some sort of lightning from his hands, just missing her.

“An Eldritch Knight” I thought to myself.

 

The Journal Of Thorin Ryo – Challenging Times

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THE JOURNAL OF THORIN RYO 

by Doragon Kishu

Chap I – Paladin

Chap II – 200 Years Of Peace

Chapter III – Nekana Agnimitra

Chapter IV – The Spider

Chapter V – Thugs (Part 1)

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 1

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 5

DORAGONS DOMAIN Episode 7

Chapter IX – The Magic Grows

CHAPTER X – Challenging Times

Once we gathered supplies, and rested, we finally set off for the Blightlands.

Along our way we ran into an odd traveler, who insisted on traveling with us, and against my wishes, did.

But we positioned him ahead of us, so that we could watch him.

Our Elven Fighter Laenor, however, was intrigued by him, and so walked ahead with him.

After many hours of traveling the desert of Ganesboro, we came upon a village that appeared to be on fire.

Gnolls…

At long last, the whole purpose of our Party coming together in Pinnacle had come to fruition…

To defend the Allied lands of Ganesboro from the onslaught of Gnoll attacks.

In order to protect the Magic Users (Mainly myself and our Druid Arinar), we took ranged positions.

Ashkan our Ganesmen Ranger also stayed back with us.

Sadly, only recently receiving more abilities from my God Theramus, I didn’t think to Cast Bless upon the Melee, which I later regretted, though we were successful none the less.

After slaying some 5 to 7 Gnolls, our Party began putting out the fires that stretched all across the village.

I heard someone calling out in the burning Tavern, and ran in to see if I could be of aid.

The voice seemed to be coming from the second floor, and though I suspected that it wasn’t a good idea to traverse the damaged stairs, my Paladin sensibilities took over, and I attempted to head up.

As I suspected, they gave, and I fell through them, landing in the fire itself, somewhere in the basement of the facility.

I Cast Lay On Hands on myself, thus removing the burns from my body.

I then made my way through the dark underbelly of the Tavern, and found myself in the storage room, which was filled with food, drink etc.

There was no door in, which meant there must be some sort of secret/hidden door, but I was unable to find it.

This is another moment that I later, once again, regretted, as I believe I could have Cast Thunderous Smite, and blasted my way right through one of the blank walls.

But these newly acquired gifts from my God, had yet to become instinct, and so instead I sat and made sandwiches for the Party as they tried to help the people upstairs, as well as trying to find a way to get me out.

Our other Elven Fighter Fildaerae was finally able to figure a way upstairs, but by the time she got there, one of the people in troubled had died.

She did, however, bring the remaining injured down into the street.

Meanwhile outside, Ashkan tried to save a little injured girl from one of the buildings, but could do no better than to bring her into the street.

Our Druid Arinar, however, was able to convince the little girl to drink a healing potion, and thus she survived.

We came to find out that she was mute, and her mother was one of the people Fildaerae saved.

As it turned out, the little girl was blessed with ‘magic’, and the mother wanted to send her south, further away from the Cursed Gnolls (If the gnolls claw or bite a magic wielder, they become cursed, and shortly die).

Though I was inclined to take her with us, having a soft spot for Magic Users because of my Mother (She was banished from his homeland because she had magical gifts which is frowned upon in the land), Ashkan convinced me that the way we were travelling would only have more Gnolls, and so one of our Party Members, Ulfin, the Dwarven Barbarian, said he’d take her south, then return to our Party.

We then left for a large City 5 hours North, and once we negotiated with the Captain of the Guard, we were allowed entrance where we would hit the local Tavern, then get a long nights rest at the Inn.

Prior to sleeping I spoke to the Captain of the Guard, and found out that there was a ‘magic enchantment’ surrounding the Blightlands, which cause one to go mad, and suggested that we take the tunnels underneath the border instead.

However, these tunnels were in rough structural shape, as well as being infested with Gnolls.

The Captain also sent one of his guards to show us to an entrance into the tunnels.

We entered the large tunnel and traveled through it for a bit, until we hit a fork and had to choose either right or left.

I detected that there were no traps, and so we flipped a coin, and went right.

Just as we entered the right tunnel, Arinar detected magic coming from ahead, but by then it was too late.

The sand opened up, and a huge spider came out and attacked Laenor who was in front.

He was struck, and injected with poison, I must get to him!

PICTURE CREDIT – Gnolls

The Warlock Chalace (Backstory)

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As I Continue To Create The Dungeons & Dragons Characters Which I’m Using In My ‘Blue Phoenix – The Quest For Frost Rhealm’ Story, I’ve Really Been Looking Forward To Completing The Warlock Chalace…

Here’s His Backstory;

Chalace was left on the doorstep of a very powerful Warlock.

When he reached the age of 16, his Master left him in the middle of a great city to fend for himself…

To Chalace’s surprise, his Master returned 3 months later, and brought him to his Mountain Retreat, where he taught him everything he knew about being a Warlock…

It came very easily to Chalace.

The only thing that remained, was Chalace’s Pact.

When Chalace turned 27, he traveled through many lands, until a day where he arrived in a small Town in the Vey Kild Mountains.

There, sitting at a small table in the middle of the reclusive Dark Dragon Inn, was the ever Illusive, Warn Tai.

Sitting alone drinking tea, Chalace found himself drawn to join him.

“None has ever sat at my table…” spoke Warn Tai.

“Forgive me Sir… Though I suspect you’re not entirely human,” spoke Chalace.

Warn Tai, a bald, late twenties looking man, rose his eyes to meet Chalace’s.

His eyes were a bright yellow gold, with pupils like a cat.

“True enough…” Warn Tai replied.

“I can’t help but feel that I am meant to serve you in some way…” continued Chalace.

“Perhaps…” Warn Tai spoke as he stood, “For a while,” and with this Warn Tai placed his hand upon Chalace’s shoulder as he departed mumbling some words under his breath.

With this a screeching pain shot through Chalace’s shoulder, as Warn Tai’s hand glowed a brilliant purple.

Chalace blacked out.

And when he woke, he was completely nude, laying on a lavish bed, with three naked woman sleeping next to, and intertwined around him…

They were not dressed either.

On his chest he felt a burning, and when he looked down there was a black onyx, and amethyst dagger laying upon him.

It glowed slightly purple, and burned its’ shape like a cross into his skin…

“Slay me a white dragon…” spoke a voice inside his head…

…it was Warn Tai.

“Then return to my table once more…”

PICTURE CREDIT – Warlock