The Shattered Spectrum: The Next Generation

Am I lost within my journey?
3rd Entry

I have yet to make another attempt in using the elemental fist or focusing my ki. And yet still I have badly injured 1 and taken the lives of 5 others. What is becoming of me? I went from never have taken a life to claiming the lives of 6 possibly 7. While I did not look to start this fight I surely did not shy away from it. I do not regret my actions because all that are with me are alive. But will my body and soul commit civil war within me? The blood of the gods lays within me. While my of peace within thyself and love those around me are the teachings of a great sage. Remain at peace is of great importance to have peace externally. But to remain neutral in the time of slaughter and oppression chooses the side of the oppressor. And I can not do nothing when so much is at risk. Am I cursed to be given strength and not use it to help those without it? Ashford is fighting with a great loss in his soul. Conflicted with the chance that he may have to take the life of his future. And he still moves onward without hesitation. Seeing such strength within a man has shown me what real strength looks like, and causes me to question my own. Is the destiny of my blood and harmony of my soul meant to co-exist in one body? I must find tranquil resonance. All I can do is read and meditate in hopes that I can connect all that influences me. Whatever the result I can not allow for evil take hold on the innocent. Ashford is very much like my brother. Regardless of what happens I vow to help Ashford get his future back and put a stop to this until there is nothing left within me.

Writings of Tavish !
The memory of shitty pants !

We finally found Armak (spelling ) I never ever seen such an intimidating Dwarf in my life … ( not that I seen many Dwarfs ) his stature is legendary … and the golems as he calls them that he has with them … not even the blue had inventions of such magnitude ( by the way I don’t think he remembers that I punched him the dream … maybe that is for the best his axes are awfully sharp ) … Armak upon waking up and asking us who we are and what we want from him … started cursing Thorek … that did not sit well with the high priest who needed moment of solitude to gather his wits … within few minutes Solaris came back with the grim news that the priest is dead … assassinated … dammit I should have never ever let him go alone … and I should have trusted my gut ( or rather Flyuffy’s nose that something was amiss ) … we took the body to prepare a proper burial for a man of his standing … i acquired his hammer ( which I used later on to a great success )We headed back to the main compound after trying dissembling Armak’s golems , let’s just say I’d stay to building campfires … this technology thing is not really my domain … upon reaching the top we headed for the temple … what we saw there was carnage … among the dead I saw little Tavok … the rage within me swelled … I cursed the gods , I cursed Thorek to the 7th hell … in his own temple a GOD allowed for this to happen … what kind of god is he ? Maybe Armak was right .. maybe he is a weak god or a god losing power … who knows … it’s not for me to question gods but sure as a Dwarf I can be mad at him ( I wiggled my finger at him !!! ) …I took the body of little Tavok and buried him outside I promised to myself to return when I grow in power and bring him back to life if I can … Armak started to do what he does best … he is a natural leader although a little bit too bloodthirsty for my taste … he wanted to kill all dark touched from the start and I almost agreed with him but I remembered two things … my oaths and something we learned not so long ago " Only through the passage of the strength from ancestor to the youth does the strength of the Threads remain beyond the reach of the darkness… " I don’t know if this applied in this case but the youth should be spared regardless … we got tasked witht he mission of infiltrating the compound of the blackhand … I went ahead with our party Rogue ( I still don’t know if she can be trusted just yet ) … thank god I was fast enough and discovered first trap as well as first dark tainted dwarf that we encountered … I dispatched of him in the most non lethal way possible ( he might have a slight head ache and a huge lump on his head ) We discovered some more traps ( a gas one where I held my breath not to get poisoned ) and few cavein traps ( oh by the way Ashford shat his pants that made me giggle a little bit but then he is an old man and bowel movement must be hard for him at this age … so I cured him of his sickness ) … the party seemed like not knowing which way to go , Our rogue went full mental insanity on me … she even stabbed me … so I took out her legs if she stabbed me again I would take out her head … the party was still deciding what to do and which way to go so I took this as an opportunity to be adventurous and went on my own in a total darkness clinging to the shadows the pray turned into a hunter … oh wait that is who I am … **** giggle **** I went into the hallway where I spotted a trap at the crossroads and that led me to believe that most traps we encountered were at the crossroads … I also triggered another blade trap ( god damn blade traps ) and got skewered pretty badly … mad and annoyed I banged the wooden door to oblivion … and behind them I saw … Another door these ones made of some metal with hints of adamantium … I tried opening it with the dead body of the dwarf we just slayed … but that did nothing … I was about to dwarf the doors … but Okena ( the wise monk ) informed me to use my holy hammer and bash the door … I did as he asked and after a while the doors gave in … we saw the Arman inside sobbing and mumbling something about “ how it supposed to b different how he did it for his people “ I got mad , the images of all the dead dwarfs in the chapel flooded my head , the image of little Tavok carving the statute of fluffy … the rage took over me the inner dwarf in me awoke … the honor the pride of my people… I wanted to kill Armak I raised my hammer and was about to go for the killing blow when in the last moment something stopped me … I still don’t know what was it … was it the oaths ? was it just me and who I am that prevented me from killing Arman ( instead I bashed him upside the head ) I don’t know yet … whatever it was I thank it … Arman was a dark touched he was a traitor but he regretted his actions … all of the sudden his body burst and he turned into the black tentacle monster the same one from my dream … we decided to run as we stood no chance against such monster Ashford decided to blow it up and threw his powder keg into the room while yelling for everybody to get out … we all ran out , I was second to last to run out ( a dwarf moves only 20 but he fucking moves 20 ! ) but I noticed an oddity … the powder keg was too small … so I added a little bit extra powder to it * giggle * for the bigger boom … we all ran out of the room when we noticed Hoger our barbarian friend was still inside … we yelled for him to get out hoping he is not in his rage … he finally ran out … “ Ashford who was being attacked by the dark tainted dwarfs never lost his sight … with the daggers sticking out of him , sweat on his brow and shit in his pants ( or what remained of it ) … he shot the powder keg … Sumaris who is a druid of the elvenkind used his spell to seal the room so that the explosion would not get us … That was the loudest boom I ever heard in my life … I also think I saw a piece of something brown slip down Ashfords pants … * giggle *

Writings on the wall
Writings of Thorek

Finally, at long last, the horrific night was ending. We had confirmed our worst fears; the fallen could not truly be destroyed. Nightfall brought the shattered armor that Craven and Klauss had managed to down in the daylight back to it’s horrible animated motion. It had reforged itself quicker than our strongest magics could possibly hold back. It was only due to the combined efforts of the Almaniveh and the Archmages of the Isles that no casualties were taken throughout the night. It was pandemonium inside the research tower where it was being held. It was almost impossible to contain. Somehow we managed to bludgeon the unstoppable juggernaut of death back into an immobile stupor, shattering it once more with spells and restraining the pieces.

The White Lady had warned us of this… The Dark Lords domain was more than just the crushing dark of night. His are the dead. His greatest minions cannot be ended by mere death. When his Almaniveh fell in ages past, whatever powers they held in that moment became his to forge anew. In the ages since, I have come to realize why Liora and her people value children and family as strongly as they do… Only through the passage of the strength from ancestor to the youth does the strength of the Threads remain beyond the reach of the darkness…

Val was sitting on the edge of the palisade, he was spinning one of those damned cursed coins again. A nervous habit he had picked up ever since that day… He was staring deeply into the distant west, as the first hints of sunlight began to encroach from behind. Sunlight that could never reach further than perhaps a half a mile west of where I stood.

I knew better than to ask about the coins… His refusal to give them up had nearly brought us all to death blows. Craven had wanted to just kill him and be done with it, and he nearly had. Val’s testimony at the trial had ensured animosity between them. Once the taint of the Dark one is upon you, how can you possibly be trusted? Karlstaff agrees with Craven of course, but he has chosen to acquiesce to Liora’s will… Liora, who truly believes this can only be done with every possible Almaniveh standing united. I am… …unconvinced. If the taint does ensures your fall to the will of the dark, perhaps none of us deserved to live.

Val’s face is troubled. He doesn’t turn to acknowledge me, but he knows I am behind him. For a time, we both just revel in the brief joy of silence. He is the first to break it, and I feel a sense of loss as the moment passes. “How do you convince yourself we’re doing the right thing?” He asks me hesitantly. “You saw that village… they’re just people, trying to live their lives like any of us.” His voice is so very tired… “That… That little child…” He pauses, unable to finish the sentence for fear of losing his composure.

We have been friends since we were children. We grew up together. We played in the river and chased the village girls, trying to tease and tickle them. At times I see a darkness in him that scares me, but in this moment I see only my childhood friend. He is frightened, and tired, and pushed far beyond what human minds were ever meant to bear… His burden, my burden, Klauss’ burden… How could any of us keep going in this never ending war?

I respond after a moment of thought: “I don’t know, but stopping the Dark Lord from dominating the world seems like the only right path.” My own voice is perhaps as exhausted as his. How many days and nights with nearly no rest now? We attack, push back the darkness during the days light… The night, the night brings the counterattack. The battles during the day were the most rest we could hope to find. The fight was so much easier during the day.

We had seen the depths of the Darkened Lands… We had been to the library. We all knew that the horrors the Dark Lord placed at the edges of his territory paled in comparison to the strength he held close. The Dark Lord is a paranoid and nervous god. He possesses a horrific complete domination of his people, and any one of the people born in his land are open to becoming a conduit for his power at any time. But these are just tiny flecks of what he is capable. His true strength is held tightly, kept near his citadel. Gods help us when we must face his hand… Gods help us…

I could only imagine which of the horrors Val was pondering in that moment. For myself, I knew that the only way forward was to stay strong. My people were holding their own, as were most of the united tribes. The strength and creativity they were able to bring to bear when all of the tribes stood united was awe-inspiring. For a moment, a brief fear struck me regarding the innovations of war. Both sides of this conflict were bringing to life notions best left un-imagined. Even now, the captured Fallen was inspiring new and frightening changes to the Golem-Works. I shook it off, and resolved myself.

“We have to push again soon…” My voice trailed off halfway through the sentence. He knew. Of course he already knew. We hated it, it was a raw nerve to aggravate every day, and it left us drained down to the very soul. It was the same weapon, re-modulated, but close enough all the same, that had been used to commit genocide not too long ago. We were supposed to save the world. We were supposed to be the heroes. Instead we were directly responsible for the annihilation of the entire Queendom. How many died there? How many had the Dark Lord killed? How many had we? I couldn’t bring myself to try and think on the numbers…

He went to stand, and I offered him a hand up. “There has to be another way…” He said, his eyes still locked towards the west. “We don’t have long before it gets here, we all saw it, and it saw us.”

I shuddered. “So we do what we can, while we can…”

He said nothing for a moment, his eyes finally dropping as his head went slack and his eyes peered at the ground in front of him. He sighed, then replied. “Yes… we all must do what we can…”

Traveling with Honor
Reflections of an Oracle

I have now been traveling with this group for around a week I believe. Overall they seem to be good people hounded by circumstances outside their control. Rushing headlong towards the unknown, not because they want to, but because they have been chosen to. Heh, welcome to my life.
Today we left the dwarven temple to Thorek to head down into the Forgotten Tunnels searching for the resting place of Armok, a great dwarven general and the dwarves last warchief. The dwarven high priest accompanied us, leading us. This is truely a case of the blind leading the blind. At first I felt that this journey could only end in disaster. However in hindsight, the disaster will come, as always, from outside ourselves.
We found the temple that Thorek had last walked in and found our way down to a chamber of testing. The first test, one of honor, was, physically, easy. Just 5 oaths, but these oaths I know will weigh heavily upon us.
The second test took the longest time. Craft an adamantine dwarven hammer. And not a fleck of adamantine around. This one took the longest time and the most physical work. But we completed it. And the most ironic part is that Charisma, an elf, crafted the best hammer. The gods have a strange sense of irony.
The last test was, I feel, not a test that can be easily passed or failed. What are the consequences of the past? How do they affect the choices we make now? I do not feel that, though we “passed” this third test, we are done being tested by it.
However the door to the last chamber is open. My companions say this is the resting place of Armok. However the dwarven high priest is silent, and so is the divine, that which guides me. We shall see if this is the end of our task to unite the dwarves, but i feel that there is more to come. And even if this is the end, the dwarves have a choice to make. One that may, and most probably will, cause more death. War continuing with the Green, or Civil War. Not an easy choice, nor one I would want to make even before i took the oaths.

Out of the abyss and into the darkness?
2nd Entry

After we made it out of “The Ways” we found ourselves in a very dark tunnel. I can’t see a thing. But this darkness is calming as I can feel the earth. And after being awake for so long I can finally sleep. We all can finally sleep. As I awake for the 3rd watch and Tavok tells me of a place with glowing mushrooms. Looks like we have found our next direction already. We go along the route and find ourselves in the Dwarven land. A dwarven child sees us and is quite frightened. We managed to stop the child from running off. Tavok attempts to walk away with the screaming child as elves scares the boy. He shouts even louder as Charisma tries to approach the boy. Braith tries to pull Charisma away and Charisma threatened Braith. I managed to get in between them but then Charisma raises her sword at me as well. Does life mean so little to her that she would shed blood over her pride? If Charisma is to be the leader in this fight then I fear we may have already lost. She actually threatened to take off Braith’s head? Is she so cruel and so foolish? Charisma’s pride has made her unfit to fully lead and I can no longer trust her. Which truly saddens me since I can no longer help her back to the light so long as things stand between us. Not to mention I need to find away to harmonize soon. Have we gone from the abyss into the darkness?

Lost in The Ways
1st Entry

So I have committed my first kill. While I feel sorrow, regret has yet to find me. This place of fast travel “The Ways” seems to not know day nor night. I honestly have no idea how much time has passed, if any. Charisma seems to have found some of her voice. Meanwhile I feel mines may grow distant. The silence here isn’t true peace. Instead the silence is filled with shouting whispers. There is not just darkness here, many things cry out of torment and pain as well. They whisper so loudly. Not just words, but raw emotions and intent. My soul struggles to find peace here. I attempted to apply a focused Elemental Fist. And I failed, the energy could not be contained and it turned against me. For the first time I can not seem to harmonize my mind, body, and soul. And the whispers haunt me while remained fallen. I can not grow so long as I am in this state.

The Fortress

We have arrived at some form of way-station. A fortress standing on the road of the Ways. It had been infested by Spiders. The battle to defeat them was arduous for many of the group. Afterward I did what little I could to heal and restore their spirits and bodies. This may be a good place to rest for a time, reconnect with the gods. But first we should look around and secure the area. Wouldn’t want unseen beings sneaking up upon us in our sleep. I believe i will check the balcony area first. It appears that several members want to open the door on the other side of the courtyard. I wonder if that would be good or bad. I can make good arguments both ways. I will think on this.

Entering the Ways
Fears of an Oracle

I met a group of travelers as I was leaving the Green Forest. Something, or someone, guided me to them. And now I know why. They have decided to enter a place that has nearly killed me, and did kill my friends. Why? What is so important that they risk death? Or at the very least insanity? I fear that only my connection to the divine, though I understand it little, that has protected me from those who were my friends, and are now only shades screaming for my demise. Or maybe it is because of this door in front of us. A door I fear I have seen before but…. I am unsure. I can only follow the dictates of the divine and hope that in the end it does not all fall in around us. Bless us for they know not what they do or what lies ahead.

The Hunt

With no sign of Charles and the howling noises of the wolves appearing to be getting nearer, Thaddeus burst out from the back room beyond the bar. He started to ask what has happened as he surveyed the room and was informed then that an attack was made towards the Lady and that The Bride is coming. At the mention of The Bride, he quickly changed his demeanor and started to hustle us out. He quickly blurted out to gather up all the village folks and evacuate the town immediately.

In Darkness and In Light

I stepped outside of the Warbling Sparrow Inn and took a deep breath in to smell the familiar scent of the nearby forest beckoning me to times of old. A wistful glance and the sound of an owl brought me back to spy on Charisma’s animal friend, Bowie by name, flying about the roof top. I skirted around the back of the building thinking of a way to “detain” that odd Underdweller when I came upon a stack of firewood. I stooped down to grab a choice piece as I attempted to communicate with Bowie, using hoots and whistles, to convey in my pursuit of mischief towards the dwarf. I took out my carving knife and started to whittle away the outer layer of wood to reveal the creamy smooth interior. Without realizing that an hour has passed and still no sign of the dwarf, I hooted a farewell to Bowie and headed back towards the front door of the inn. I pocketed my carving knife and my small wooden replica of Bowie and strode towards Hawgr nursing his drink. Charisma for her part, was deep in conversation with none other than the dispirited human and his dwarf companion. I should have guessed as I thought to myself, what tales is she now spinning to catch them in her web and draw them in with our journey up North. I resigned to deal with them all tomorrow. I informed Hawgr that I will retire to our quarters and that he keeps an eye out for Charisma’s safety, pointedly referring to the two sitting with her.

No sooner that I was about to trance that Hawgr insisted we switch rooms to protect any attacks on Charisma as we sleep. He checked our windows to see if they’re sound and secure and told Charisma to sleep here while we sleep in “her” room. Luckily for her, we didn’t wait too long as a few hours into the night, we heard a disturbing sound of someone trying to open our door. I motioned for Hawgr to ready himself as i slowly approached the door. To my foolish carelessness, i was surprised by a crossbow bolt as i peered out the door frame. I winced in pain, clutching my shoulder as I yelled out loudly to alert Charisma of the intruder’s attack. She opened her door armed and ready as the adjacent room’s door opened simultaneously to reveal the dejected human and the Underdweller. We all gave chase to the young man who sprinted downstairs into the common room. Coming down I noticed out the windows, vague shapes gathering by the border of the forest. I cursed as the sound of howling wolves began sending their call, echoing out into the night. Meanwhile, as we clambered down, we were met with another man who took aim with a crossbow at anyone coming down the stairs. We all made it for cover behind the bar or pressed close near the staircase and heard the voice of one Charles accusing Charisma of her unwanted presence. The disembodied voice taunted us and soon conjured up a roiling inky black mass of darkness, lunging towards Charisma. With sword, bow, magic and that human’s loud contraption, we soon brought down the dark creature but could not find any signs of Charles. His last words rang clear stating that she caused all this and that The Bride will be coming.



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