Old Skool Gamers SoW Campaign

Well of Worlds...

Damakos's PoV

So we mopped up the rest of the Githyanki and had a short meeting with the Free Riders.. Anyway in short order we all did a quick analysis of the portal, the Chaniiri let down the force field and left the prime – all but one. I stopped Talenee and told her that I needed her help in developing a way to bypass the gates affinity for only Githyanki. She seemed Miffed – but I really don’t care. I’m fighting for my world, and her sensitivities are of little concern in that matter. She did lay out the situation though – explaining an alliance between the new githyanki leader and Tiamat… That explains the dragons exarchs showing up all over the place, something I suspected but now have confirmation of.
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We set about examining the portal and the whitefire tattoo marks of several of the dead specifically the Firbogs… Very complicated piece of arcane trickery going on here. Some sort of soul masking- connected to the portal magicks… very complicated.

The Free Riders took it upon themselves to contact the Protectors of the Prime. They had sending stones that allowed them to contact them… (Why they have them and not us is still a mystery). Their gnome wizard passed on the particulars of this portal and in short order Amariya, Bejam and several other Nephalese mages/diviners popped through to join us. We all started to examine the puzzle pieces of the Githyanki, their plans, this portal, the whitefire marks… It all adds up to no good. It became abundantly clear that the well of worlds is the nexus that allows the Githyanki to be so dangerous and execute their plans to attack other planes (specifically ours) so effectively. We decided that it would be prudent of us to go to this well of worlds and see about destroying/disabling or coopting it for our use instead of the Githyanki. The Key to that plane laid in these tattoos… tattoos that allowed non-githyanki to use the portals. I informed Bejam of my initial study and he agreed about my findings… he started to quote some esoteric text about infusing arcane and divine magicks simultaneously to hide ones true self from detection coupled with a token that held the essence of another to fool the detection spells… and that this mark was of a similar ilk but subtly different an applied in a novel manner to this problem. He simultaneously admired the skill while having disdain for the process as it required a piece of the soul of taken from the false identity. He further figured out that we could reuse the residual energies form the formorians if we hurried -the required essence was dissipating quickly, and that to replace it we’d have to sacrifice another githyanki… The only one left to us was Talenee and she was being reasonably helpful… We set about in haste to craft the proper ritual and cast it. The essences available were only enough for one party, us or the Free Riders. We were chosen, I told the free riders that while we were off getting all the glory that their role here defending this gate, and al the badness that was likely to flow through it shortly was perhaps not the limelight but definitely as important to our overall success. I think everyone knew that was not true, but I think it made them feel a bit better that we do respect their role in this endeavor.

With that we executed the ritual, Talanee adding some insights that made the transfer of essence easier. Bejam was the head of the ritual, and he paid a hefty price. After transferring the marks to use he fell gravely ill, and his attendants started to see to him. He spoke one last thing, “Go – Go to the well and deny it to our enemy or we may all be doomed.”
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Talanee had held up her part of our bargain to get us to let the chaniiri go, and she soon followed her people. While we set about gathering our resources and departing for the Well of Worlds, and soon we were off as well – taking the fight to the enemies home turf… FINALLY
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Entering the portal was an experience that was not pleasant, blinding swirls of light pierced our eyes through clenched lids. To say that it was Stomache churning would be an understatement but somehow we all managed to keep our meals.
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I felt solid beneath my feet and I braved a glimpse of my surroundings. Through slitted eyes I determined that were on some sort of platform inside of a half globular room, filled with a blinding illuminated Fog off to our sides. in front of us was a platform of sorts that led to a set of double doors. coalescing in front of us near the middle of that platform was some sort of giant spectre seemingly made of the same fog that surrounded us. Co’Bok had apparently recovered from the trip as I spied him charging headlong into the beast. He slammed it with his sword, creating a swirling eddy within the creature that was apparently painful. the creature responded by sending Co’Bok across the rest of the platform into the wall of the room. Sheldon responded by shooting it, then the rest of us got into the act.
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I charged up to the thing charging my sword with arcane power and blasting a sword burst off… its been my experience that things that aren’t wholly there respond poorly when hit with arcane blasts of force. I was right, and when it was hit it briefly became solid as a result of the impact.
Co’Bok Charged back to engage slicing the thickened air that was the creature… again causing what appeared to be a painful reaction… and blast of swirling air emanated form the creature tossing us about and off of the platform in some cases. The “air” of the place was thick.. thick enough that we could stand on it, and so thick that it was very difficult to move despite a lack of pull to the floor. I spied Co’Bok in a similar predicament as myself on the other side of the room. floating with no foot or handhold to propel us toward the platform and footing. Fortunately I have other modes of transport… I engaged my dual lightning strike to allow me to teleport to the platform and attack the creature. I then retrieved a rope and tossed the other end to Co’Bok Meanwhile Yamis and Sheldon were on the far end of the room trying to figure out how to get back to the platform themselves.

Yamis called out a now familiar Pelorian Prayer, calling on the powers of creation to undo our foe… the creature responded with a howl, and started to visibly shake. It started to get a little semi-solid in places, allowing our blows to find more purchase within creature instead of simply stirring up its gaseous form. Co’Bok used my rope to pull himself to the platform and attacked the creature ferociously. Leena pelted it with magic missiles which also caused it to briefly become solid, Yamis kept up his prayers while trying to swim though the thick air, while Sheldon picked carefully select4es spots to implant crossbow bolts.
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Then the brightness became too much dazzling in it brilliance, while simultaneously the tattoos Bejam had bestowed blazed with a heat even I was not immune to. We all became victim to the environment and the betrayal of the magicks that allowed us to be here. Ignoring it for the moment we kept up our combined assault on the astral beast. But one by one we were compelled to stop and deal with the betrayal within our own bodies… and one by one we mastered it either through sheer force of will or by arcane controls. In relatively short order we were all back in control of ourselves and the beast was slaughtered by our combined ill-will toward it.
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Sheldon was all for leaving this horrifically bright room. and we were pretty much in agreement except that the rest of us felt the need to heal a bit first. He said he felt fine and he’d scout while the rest of us healed. He slipped out the door as Yamis laid a blessing on me. as I felt better I assisted Sheldon in the scouting. The room outside of us was circular arcing back in a circle much larger in circumference that the room we were in.
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Sheldon had gone right, I went left. Odd – couches and coffee tables littered the place as if this were some sort of royal party room… I made my way carefully around the arc using the furniture for concealment.
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“Holy crap would you look at the size of that spider”, I heard a Githyanki voice exclaim in deep speech.
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“That shouldn’t be here!”, another said angrily
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“Its probably a Familiar of some kind – look for a mage!”, Yet another yelled as I heard the blast of magic of some kind.
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With that I peeked a look and saw half a dozen githyanki preparing for a fight. I was spotted! Several started to come my way and were suddenly enveloped in a magical aura. Apparently Leena had moved Sheldon’s way and was using her talents to my good fortune…

10PM arrives…

Comments

After you left Bill, Frank, Sharon, & I were outside talking, and I described the events of the ‘spider’ to Sharon. We basically all agreed the spider would have to go, although I admitted a bit of fear of killing a spider so big, so pussied out by saying “I’d likely call the police.” lol.

Anyways, that whole beginning part of the encounter was really good. I liked how it unfolded. I also like the fact you guys took advantage of flanking from both sides.

Well of Worlds...
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