These are the personal journals of members of the expeditions of the Great Downward Engineering Company into the realm of Rappan Athuk. These records may be incomplete, as not all adventurers may make it back to tell the tale of what happens down there.
A day in the death of Mortimer
And with one last whack of Ambros' Earth-breaker, The Arch-Wizard Mortimer hits the floor
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Francis takes Mortimer by the elbow and leads him away from the Line of Judgement.
"We need to stop meeting like this, Mortimer"
"Well, I keep dying" Mortimer said sheepishly
"So I've seen" Francis flexed his shoulders, showing off his newly gained finery. "I've gained a lot of assets on this plane recently. What do you need, in order to do this a bit more successfully?"
"Uhmmmm," Mortimers brow crinkled in concentration "what can you give me?"
"How about a regiment of troops? I'm sure you can find a use for them"
"Hobgoblins? Hobgoblins are good!" Mortimers eyes lit up
"Hobgoblins are good" Francis agreed. "Tabitha seems to be settling in well. I'm sure she could make something out of them"
Mortimer grinned for a moment, before suddenly remembering something
"Oh! I have something you might be interested in"
"Yes?" Francis raised an eyebrow
"A powerful unholy sword, taken from an anti-paladin I killed"
"Yes, I saw that. You do me proud. To be honest, there isn't much of a market for one of those. If you sold it with the shield though, I might be able to find someone"
"Oh" Mortimer looked a bit crestfallen
"They're a matched set." Francis shrugged slightly. "People would be interested in relics of this pedigree. The paladins essence still clings to them, you see. If you're intent on selling them, let me give you some money for them and I'll go find a buyer"
Mortimers brow crinkles again "I'll have to talk to the party about it. I'm not sure the dwarf would be interested in letting go of that shield"
"Yes, that dwarf" Francis sighed "Well, let me know. I presume your comrades are going to bring you back?"
"Yea, I think so"
"Good. You can do this the old fashioned way this time then. I'll talk to you soon, 'Lawbringer'"
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Francis takes Mortimer by the elbow and leads him away from the Line of Judgement.
"We need to stop meeting like this, Mortimer"
"Well, I keep dying" Mortimer said sheepishly
"So I've seen" Francis flexed his shoulders, showing off his newly gained finery. "I've gained a lot of assets on this plane recently. What do you need, in order to do this a bit more successfully?"
"Uhmmmm," Mortimers brow crinkled in concentration "what can you give me?"
"How about a regiment of troops? I'm sure you can find a use for them"
"Hobgoblins? Hobgoblins are good!" Mortimers eyes lit up
"Hobgoblins are good" Francis agreed. "Tabitha seems to be settling in well. I'm sure she could make something out of them"
Mortimer grinned for a moment, before suddenly remembering something
"Oh! I have something you might be interested in"
"Yes?" Francis raised an eyebrow
"A powerful unholy sword, taken from an anti-paladin I killed"
"Yes, I saw that. You do me proud. To be honest, there isn't much of a market for one of those. If you sold it with the shield though, I might be able to find someone"
"Oh" Mortimer looked a bit crestfallen
"They're a matched set." Francis shrugged slightly. "People would be interested in relics of this pedigree. The paladins essence still clings to them, you see. If you're intent on selling them, let me give you some money for them and I'll go find a buyer"
Mortimers brow crinkles again "I'll have to talk to the party about it. I'm not sure the dwarf would be interested in letting go of that shield"
"Yes, that dwarf" Francis sighed "Well, let me know. I presume your comrades are going to bring you back?"
"Yea, I think so"
"Good. You can do this the old fashioned way this time then. I'll talk to you soon, 'Lawbringer'"
Tabitha
"By Orcus's ball-sack, that better not be Castle Calaelen!"
Minty looks back at Tabitha in confusion, but soon gets distracted by another tuft of grass.
Tabitha slowly draws in a breath, holds it for a moment, then slowly lets it out again. "A promise is a promise. Come on you mangy mongrel, lets get going"
With a loving pat, Tabitha and Minty make their way towards their new home
Sitting high on her horse, Tabitha strikes an odd figure. She's slightly shorter than an average woman and rather plain looking. Her soft brown eyes match her shoulder length brown hair, and her slightly tanned face is neither particuarly attractive or repellant. You'd normally describe her as forgettable, if it wasn't for the uneasy feeling you get around her - that it would be best to keep an eye on her the way you would with a "domesticated" wolf.
Her towershield is clearly finely crafted, but unadorned. Her set of spiked fullplate however, is covered in various lines, shapes and spirals embossed in the surface which appear chaotic at first glance, but those with an understanding of mathematics (decent engineering or arcana score) work out that they are an artistic expression of various formulae. Despite her heavily armed appearance, she doesn't appear to be carrying any weapons.
A soft spoken woman, she is generally polite and well mannered. Despite this, you know that while she bends easily, it would take a lot to break her.
Her spellcasting is clearly her cathartic release. She yells abuse and insults, and screams in rage.
Bless
"You fight the way my Grandmother shits. ALL OVER THE PLACE AND WITH NO ENTHUSIASM!"
"Make him BLEEEEEED you worthless swine!"
"Run away and I will CUT YOU!"
Cure Wounds
"Suck it up, you sugarplum"
"Unless you want worse, stop your bitching"
Heat Metal
"I hope I set your pubes on fire!"
"BUUUURRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN!" *roared*
Mend
"Fucking idiots, breaking their fucking stuff. I'm tempted to break their fucking heads. I'm not some lowly fucking craftsman" *mumbled under breath*
Minty looks back at Tabitha in confusion, but soon gets distracted by another tuft of grass.
Tabitha slowly draws in a breath, holds it for a moment, then slowly lets it out again. "A promise is a promise. Come on you mangy mongrel, lets get going"
With a loving pat, Tabitha and Minty make their way towards their new home
Sitting high on her horse, Tabitha strikes an odd figure. She's slightly shorter than an average woman and rather plain looking. Her soft brown eyes match her shoulder length brown hair, and her slightly tanned face is neither particuarly attractive or repellant. You'd normally describe her as forgettable, if it wasn't for the uneasy feeling you get around her - that it would be best to keep an eye on her the way you would with a "domesticated" wolf.
Her towershield is clearly finely crafted, but unadorned. Her set of spiked fullplate however, is covered in various lines, shapes and spirals embossed in the surface which appear chaotic at first glance, but those with an understanding of mathematics (decent engineering or arcana score) work out that they are an artistic expression of various formulae. Despite her heavily armed appearance, she doesn't appear to be carrying any weapons.
A soft spoken woman, she is generally polite and well mannered. Despite this, you know that while she bends easily, it would take a lot to break her.
Her spellcasting is clearly her cathartic release. She yells abuse and insults, and screams in rage.
Bless
"You fight the way my Grandmother shits. ALL OVER THE PLACE AND WITH NO ENTHUSIASM!"
"Make him BLEEEEEED you worthless swine!"
"Run away and I will CUT YOU!"
Cure Wounds
"Suck it up, you sugarplum"
"Unless you want worse, stop your bitching"
Heat Metal
"I hope I set your pubes on fire!"
"BUUUURRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN!" *roared*
Mend
"Fucking idiots, breaking their fucking stuff. I'm tempted to break their fucking heads. I'm not some lowly fucking craftsman" *mumbled under breath*
A fragment of Snookums' journal you found while snooping.
Thrag Stoneheart lived to 370 years and begat Uldor and Koth, after resettling the Stoneheart Valley;
and Koth the Hammer begat Booz and his brethren;
and Booz the Boozy begat Thamar and Izak;
and Thamar Giantsbane begat Krath and Horth, about the time of the Goat Cultists;
and Krath Wraithswrath begat Eron and his brethren;
and Eron the Relentless begat Narvi and Dain during a particularly wet winter;
and Narvi the Smith begat Balthor, Durin and Telchar;
and Balthor the Stout begat Revek, after returning from the Righteous March;
and Revek the Wizard begat Zarek and his brethren, as well as about 3,000 familiars;
and Zarek the Hulk begat Tharek, for he had a lisp;
and Tharek, called Doomcleaver by his army, begat Korg, Horg, Morg, Dorg, Lorg, Torg, Worg, Borg and Korg Junior, for he was both prodigious and unimaginative;
and Korg the Mighty lived to 357 and begat Egdod, who was heir to Korg's strength and wisdom, and Fusta, who was not;
and Fusta the Underwhelming begat Olrik, who wet the bed until he was 42;
and Olrik the Average begat Harrok and Grak, both disappointments to the Stoneheart clan during Bofred's lesser March;
and Grak begat [REDACTED], who was called Snookums by his nanny.
and Koth the Hammer begat Booz and his brethren;
and Booz the Boozy begat Thamar and Izak;
and Thamar Giantsbane begat Krath and Horth, about the time of the Goat Cultists;
and Krath Wraithswrath begat Eron and his brethren;
and Eron the Relentless begat Narvi and Dain during a particularly wet winter;
and Narvi the Smith begat Balthor, Durin and Telchar;
and Balthor the Stout begat Revek, after returning from the Righteous March;
and Revek the Wizard begat Zarek and his brethren, as well as about 3,000 familiars;
and Zarek the Hulk begat Tharek, for he had a lisp;
and Tharek, called Doomcleaver by his army, begat Korg, Horg, Morg, Dorg, Lorg, Torg, Worg, Borg and Korg Junior, for he was both prodigious and unimaginative;
and Korg the Mighty lived to 357 and begat Egdod, who was heir to Korg's strength and wisdom, and Fusta, who was not;
and Fusta the Underwhelming begat Olrik, who wet the bed until he was 42;
and Olrik the Average begat Harrok and Grak, both disappointments to the Stoneheart clan during Bofred's lesser March;
and Grak begat [REDACTED], who was called Snookums by his nanny.
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