The Lost Lands

Exploring Cave by the Sea

Lots of Zombies

Death to the Red Haired Berserker

Death by your Mummy
Death by Demons
Tallyhoe and the defeat of the Shadow Worms!

Back to the Lost Temple

Black Pudding.
Fungus among us.
Memory Mold.
Coffins are us.
Crypt Thing.

It's a Party and i'll Dance if I want Too!

Lion and Harpy attack
Princess Erica nd the Fey party
Exploring the lost Temple to Orcus.

The Dungeon of Graves

The Dark Hand recovered from their adventures for more than a month in Endhome. They reestablished their relationship with the Priest of Freya in the town, and found a suitable Inn for those of their social standing. They shopped and healed, and explored.

After their rest they decided to take a ship to Rappan Ahtuk, having heard there was adventure, fame and riches to be found.

The ship dropped them near the Graveyard and pointed the way for them. The Dark Hand approached wearily seeing the undead begin to rise and walk as they explored the graveyard. Kaelmorn cast a powerful spell of invisibility, and the group continued their exploration. Warren detected a trap upon the door to the largest building, and seemed to have more to do with the inner space than the actual door. They decided not to risk it and went down the well.

They levitated down and began to explore. They had to crawl through small tunnels to continue their journey, and fought skeletons. Beyond those skeletons their were stirges they decided not to fight, and they followed those small tunnels to a worked corridor that ended in a room with a pool in the center, which was fed by a small river coming in the south and exiting to the north. On the other side of the pool were two preserved bodies on stone slabs that spewed smoke from their mouths. This smoke formed into two wraiths that attached the group. Warren fought valiantly but fell to the foul undead. The Goblin they had found in town abandoned the party at this point, it’s goblin dog having fear of the unnatural opponents. The remaining group finished the wraiths through Kaelmorn’s fireball, and Obsidian’s bursts of holy magic. The group rested and healed. They explored this cavern and found a cliff that dropped to an area 40 feet below. They went to explore and found a secret door that led through a tunnel to a blank wall where they found another secret door. Kaelmorn used his magics to open the door, and they were confronted by tall metal statues and spewed poison gas upon them. They fled the area, and into the small tunnels where the creatures could not pursue them. Again they healed and rested from the damage they took.

They then crawled through tunnels, that dropped in elevation, to a new area that was a large open cavern with another cliff that had a pool below it. On the other side of the pool their was a beach and a door. They went through the door into a new tunnel which also dropped in elevation. They passed through two areas that were confusing and the directions were unclear. They finally came into another large cavern and were immediately attacked by large humanoid creature with the heads of bulls that had unique qualities where they seemed to appear out of thin air. The creatures were vicious in their attack and a new member of the party almost immediately fell to the ground. Although he was healed, he fought from the place he fell to allow the rest of the party to flee the creatures.

They went back to the door, and up the cliff, and found a place to hide and rest until they were healed once again.

Back to Endhome


I have scryed you often since your legal issues in Bard’s Gate.

Here the Assassin’s Guild has made an agreement to kill your party – the more pain they cause the more they are paid.

It seems you require transportation. This sphere will take you all anywhere you want to go. Choose your location, stand in a circle and throw the sphere in the middle of the circle.
I will continue to enjoy your adventures from afar.
-The Arch Mage Siegfried

Due to Siegfried’s gift we are able to teleport back to Endhome. Kaelmourn is restored and there is much rejoicing.

Into the Volcano
Cold Reception in Silverhelm
Predjudice lies in the most noble of hearts...
Wanted in Bard's Gate
Justice belongs to those with the largest purse...
The Fall of Heroes
The defeat of chaos requires great sacrifice

- The musings of Kaelmourn. Excerpt from his unpublished travel logs.

The Past
Loss…regret…a strange mixture of feelings has engulfed me. I remember when I first bought him. He was but a young runt in the slave market of Nightstorm. He was sickly, starved, on the edge of death’s realm. It was a fleeting whim which caused me to purchase him from the slave monger.
I myself was cut and bruised that day, my sisters had once again banded together to “teach me a lesson” in respect. Although I strived to respect the laws of my city and house, it seemed that others simply sought to find ever inventive methods to circumvent the laws and every time I would point this out or call others to task I was ridiculed or the subject of harsh vengeance.
It was after a particularly nasty session with my sisters, this time even my twin sister Qilmourn joined in, although I could not admit it to myself then, now I know that her actions cut me far deeper than any other when she delivered the final kick that sent me to unconsciousness. That was the day I bought Orgoth, a toddler hobgoblin runt, for a single silver piece. My sisters laughed at me, but I nursed him back to health, I taught him, I procured the best fighting trainers for him. He served me at the Magus Maestrum while I finished my arcane studies. For the last thirty years he has been by my side, and now stony silence…

The Present
The Spire continued to pose enigmas unending. Strangely shaped rooms, devices with no known purpose, machines that dispense curiosities and bona fide magic items. Also, strangely devices that seem magical by observation detect as non-magical in nature. All surrounded by the ever present lightning of death that prevents full observation of the Spire and hinders exploration.

Many rooms are empty after we defeat the last of the altered primitive humans that have blades for hands and a paralyzing touch. Looking for rest we find little when a phase spider offers a final challenge at the end of the second of the four eggs, but is seen off with the combined magical and martial might of the Dark Hands.

Hobbs fails to live up to his epithet
Within the second egg of the Spire in a room of strange providence at the rim of the egg shell lies a strange and deadly story. After suffering the power of the lightning air the Dark Hands arrive in a long chamber with a tranquil pool at one end. Within the chamber are three orange skinned blue haired peaceful souls that seem to be worshiping the pool. Through gesture and magical comprehension Kaelmourn is able to communicate with the beings.

Amazingly they seem to be able to treat the shell of the Spire as a mist and portal to some other realm of existence. Before I could fully inquire as to the origin of the pool worshiping beings, Hobbs ran and leaped into the pool. As best as I can discern a guardian or great power dwelled there and its four tentacles reached out ripping Hobbs into pieces as the pool turned red with his blood. The orange humanoids ran into their mists yelling about the guardian’s anger while the rest of the Dark Hands took a moment to be surprised by shock and then beat a hasty retreat back over the wall into the lightning storm.
I felt especially pained by this loss, so much potential, so stalwart a servant of Horus that had courageously defended Orgoth as he fell to the spasms of paralysis higher in the Spire, such a waste of ability, such a waste of life. So ended the Tale of Hobbs the Living.
The third and fourth eggs offer a combination of teleportation circles, empty rooms, confused Tengu and an aberrant tentacle horse headed humanoid of frightening power.

Battle with unspeakable power
We breathed heavily. We had explored all we could. We knew the final chambers were accessible only by going over the wall, into the lightning storm. With a cry of unity we charged over the top, some few of us under the protection of Obsidian’s lighting protection. Suddenly a room was below us, a large chamber, we had arrived at the back, in an area curtained off from the rest of the room.

Magpie and Orgoth almost ran into the beast. It stood double the height of a drow, humanoid in form, but with a horse’s head and tentacles extending from its side. Kodrin and I moved away, I launching a magical assault on the beast, Kodrin maneuvering for better position. Orgoth, Magpie attacking furiously in melee. The beast soon grapples and batters the heroes, I cast a sepll to magically accelerate my allies, doubling the attacks of The Dark Hands. Shockingly Magpie is turned to stone by a sudden unleashing of powerful magic, Ifurua resists being turned into a bunny.
Magpie gets grappled…

Orgoth loses Kaboom when the beast grapples him within its tentacles. Grabbing his short sword he stabs the best repeatdedly. Then in an instant Orgoth is turned to stone, with lightning quickness I cast feather fall on him ensuring a soft fall for his now stony form.
Teetering on the edge with two of our members down we renew our attacks and the beast falls upon our renewed onslaught.
Magpie and Orgoth meet a stony end…

I breath slowly, I walk to the stony form of my Hobgoblin slave, Orgoth. I remember the slave market of Nightstorm, I remember as he cleaned my rooms and fetched me food as the young hob I called “Ori”. I remember securing swordmaster Karn to train him, I remember as he took his beatings on the practice field and always gritting through the pain to rise again, never being cowed by the drow who would use him as a practice dummy. I remember the other slaves calling him “relentless.”
A teenage Orgoth the Relentless

I remember as we journeyed from Nightstorm to the Over Realm, day after day of danger for months on end as we followed the maps of the explorer Drast Holan, navigating past caverns and tunnels altered by time and the dangers and denizens of the Under Realm. Always guarding each other, each other’s only companions on the most dangerous journey of our lives. No ordinary hobgoblin, his mind had picked up pieces of knowledge regarding my arcane studies and we would often discuss esoteric matters of the mind as we traveled.

My slave, my servant, my ally, my companion, my friend…


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