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Post subject: Gregor
 Posted: May 18, 2012 - 08:45 AM
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Rygarth found this in the possession of his employee:
I just can't believe the stories my employer tells me. I am a simple enchanter. I took this job just to feed my kids. I have too many and the fishing at Lerilin isn't enough to feed them all. So I take my pay from a barbarian and listen to the stories he has to tell, and don't ask questions.
This fighter I work for sought me out tonight. The ale was as thick on his breath as were the troubles on his adventuring mind. He dropped off another load of logs and muttered a tale about eyes made of stone. He promised to bring a platinum ring "one of these days" for me to imbue with the strength of a giant, but those seem so rare I am losing hope.
Like I said, I don't believe much that this foreign barbarian has to say to me. His story began with incoherent ramblings of an Abyss Dragon and box lunches.
He told of someone named Gregor, who ran across the bank steps in Mirith calling for help, I am compelled to write down his strange tale. Mind you, this is merely my memory on his ale addled recollections:
A bleeding robed stranger ran across the steps of Mirith, yelling for help in a panic. Certain rebellious members standing at the bank spat at his bloody feet, speaking the word "Mirithian' as if it were a curse.
A rogue popped out of the shadows and went with the bank haunters as they followed the frantic stranger. They all seemed to ask "what is wrong" as the strange cleric entered into a state of prayer. And then the stranger wept.
The stranger said, "I went to the Black Island..... I pick herbs......."
Then the sorry sod broke into a fit of hysterical weeping.
Between sobs he said, "There were monsters and mercenaries and pirates."
In inquisitive disbelief, one asked,"and then what happened?"
Sobbing, the stranger replied, "It's too horrible."
Another from the shadows said, "Let's go get them"
Then perhaps with encouragement, the hysterically sobbing stranger manged to say with a shudder, "They chased me. I ran. They blockaded the temple and stables. They are everywhere. EVERYWHERE!" He tried to tell them that he had a green pure crystal to use to portal, but shuddered as his trailing tale returned to frightened weeping.
The crowd had already begun to make preparations for the journey, each with their own motivations.
"Can you take us to them," came a soft voice from the shadows in the gathering crowd,
"You work for Mirith! I will kill you right now," another voice filled with righteous venom spoke forth.
The stranger, oblivious to the gathering crowd spoke again. "I dropped a petrified gaper eye. Something I need for experiments. It's there somewhere."
"Why are you carrying that around....,you work for them" came the accusing question from someone in the crowd.
Gregor, the strange wounded cleric, continued to speak, "if... if you can find it.... one of those evil men or beasts must have picked it up."
"We are no friends of the great eye," came a shrill cry from the gathering crowd.
Gregor continued, "There is a great chest of treasure in one of the fortresses. You can have what is in the chest. Powerful treasures and weapons."
"You work for the Gapers! I refuse to help you," someone yelled from the crowd.
My employer said "I care not for politics, I want the treasure."
Another, from the shadows, agreed with the enticement of treasures, despite other words spoken from the crowd that decreed the treasures had been turned over to the rightful hands already.
"There is a magic word. You need it to open the fortress. It is blocked with magic fires. Stand before the fortress and say the magic words and all the walls will allow you inside."Be carefull. There are many brigands and privateers and mercenaries and magical beasts...."
Then my employer fell fast asleep in exhaustion with his wounds bandaged. I do wonder what happened after he went there. I see scars that could have only been left by dragon claws on his slobbering body. Maybe with a good breakfast he may tell me more, unless he wakes and finds my journals Regardless, I plan to hear the total of this tale and write it down, no matter how much ale I might need to give to my employer.
-Mirg
And that is what I found in Mirg's pack. Knowing he may give me ale just to tell him what I remember, I just might make this last awhile...
I suspect that someone has rifled through my parchments. It must have been Rygarth, because he kicked me awake this morning and demanded ale. He sat in the sun with his fishing pole, sipping ale, and continued his tale.
Gregor told the growing crowd the magic words to open the walls of the fortress. "There are many Privateers, Mercenaries, and magical beasts. The only way in is the portal. They put up bonfires to prevent anyone getting in," Gregor warned. "Go! Go! Hurry! Find my petrified gaper eye and the treasure is all yours," he said.
The distraught cleric sobbed as the crowd moved to the bank. "I will go tell the king."
Murderous plots were overheard while other adventurers worked together to prepare.
As the adventurers began their trek to the portal with their pure black crystals, Gregor cried out again. "Wait! I forgot. Bring the eye back to me and I will reward you. Don't forget to take the chest in fortress for yourselves."
"Where will you be," my employer asked.
"I will be in the inn," Gregor informed as the crowd dispersed.
Some adventurers spoke of the treasures and the rewards, while others hatched murderous plots in defiance against Mirith and the 'Gaper Priest'.
My employer told me about his speculations concerning who might find the petrified gaper eye. Who would find the eye first? Would it be the seekers of treasures and glory or would it those with agendas of political defiance? The race seemed to be afoot. The intentions were made clear with an overheard phrase, 'an eye for an eye', spoken by those who intended to slay the priest.
By the time my employer jumped through the portal and arrived on the island, a few adventurers had gathered at the line of bonfires. They could see the see people and creatures of lethal intent swarming all around.
"Now what," someone asked. "They are probably hired by Mirith anyway," another said, taking a deeper view of the tracks he saw across the ground. A savvy rogue noticed the bone mages busy calling up their skeletal brigades and suggested that they be the first to fall. The pixies dashed about the awaiting carnage. Someone else tried to stamp out the fire. "What did Gregor say? He mentioned the fires," my employer spoke. "To come here and die," a ranger said, still studying the tracks he viewed.
Someone must have spoken the magic words, as the bonfires and walls began to fall. Pixies and bone mages unleashed their command of dark magic. As my employer swung his powerful club, to smash a brigand in the head, a foul pixie teleported him deeper into the foray and paralyzed him. His rage welled as magics had their way with him and he quaffed many potions just to stay alive. He bounced around and tried to find his way back to the portal to rejoin the group.
It was impossible for the group to stay together as the magics whirled them between points in different states of paralysis and disorientation. The rage welled deeper in my employer as he clung to life, cursing the use of magic. People began to fall into the grey and their ghosts wailed out in eery oooOOOoooOOOooo's. Gregor had tried to warn of the intense battle that awaited, but the pull of treasure, glory, and vengance deafened the eager crowd to the true words of warning.
Within time the majority of magic wielding foes fell beneath the perseverance of the adventurers. My employer spoke of his short moments of glory smashing in the faces of brigands, mercenaries, and privateers in what he called the 'Tango of Death'.
Then a renowned ranger scrambled up to him. "Dracos and Dragons are about!"
The adventurers tried to regroup, but soon found themselves fending off an onslaught of gapers. Those gapers claimed lives, even my mighty barbarian employer and a renowned ranger. By mystery, only known to the machinations of Oberin itself, they returned to life and ventured forth.
Still thinking about the petrified gaper eye, my employer tried to search the corpse littered battleground to no avail. The race for the eye seemed to still be full force, as my employer found a roving band of adventurers debating who should carry the item.
"Let's take the fort," the renowned ranger said. Somehow the group stamped out the bonfires that blocked the entrance and pounced on the treasure chest. No matter what they tried, the chest would not open.
Then the sound of huge wings displacing the air swooped down onto the island. The ground shook a bit as something huge touched the ground and lumbered toward them.
"Dragon," someone exclaimed. "Forest Dragon," the renowned ranger said, somehow knowing the breed by the pace of the approaching footsteps.
The remaining group raced to meet the dragon in deadly combat.
Alas, I am out of ink. I may finish this tale after I run to get that lousy barbarian some more ale. -Mirg the Enchanter |
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