I was halfway through a new story which may be or may not get scrapped due to it involving characters that may already be switched around in my group before we really got going. I'll have to figure that out. Thanks for checking in and I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season. Be back soon!
Feb 12, 2020
Sep 3, 2019
The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 5
23rd Year of Karameikos (993 AC) Kaldmont (December) 22nd
|Jace Blackwater by TL Jeffcoat|
Jace watched the man in chains as he was pulled along the slush covered streets. The poor man's skin was cracked from the sun and his clothes were filthy and torn. The soldiers pulling the chains were dressed in the typical Thyatian legionnaire armor with iron helms, gold painted breastplates and an iron balteus. The ones not pulling the man poked him with spears to keep him moving.
He watched, with disappointment in his heart. His childhood had been spent training to be a legionnaire but the life of a soldier was not what he wanted. His heart belonged to a higher calling. He wanted something more for his life than to defend the crown.
When he told his father he was leaving home to go meet the prophet that had come to Biazzan, his father had given him the sword he had made for him when he was to join the Imperial Legion. Jace suspected that he would have ended up on the Isle of Dawn like his brothers.
The name, Isle of Dawn, was misleading because the land was actually a small contested continent. The empires of Thyatis and Alphatia held the shores and the inland was under constant feud over who owned what. The war was political for now but that never stopped the occasional border skirmish.
His father had lost a leg during one of these skirmishes with some alien beast the Alphatians had conjured up. Jace did not want that for his life nor did he want to live a peaceful life trading metals to the elves in Vyalia as his father did now.
Jace watched the man he had come to meet as the soldiers bound him to a wooden pole with heavy chains. The kindling was lit and the flames spread quickly. His crime was necromancy. According to what Jace overheard as he had arrived was that the prophet had brought a man back from the dead without the aid of an Immortal.
Jul 2, 2019
The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 4
10th Year of Karameikos (980 AC) Fyrmont (August) 3rd
|The Portal of Draconia by TL Jeffcoat|
Several land masses hovered before his view, carrying buildings and gardens. It was a magnificent city of the proudest people in the world of Exandria. The dragonborn of Draconia had built wonders that no other people had even imagined.
As Zarest gazed out of his study window, he pondered the news brought to him that morning. The city of Whitestone had overthrown an evil lord of undead without the requested military help from Draconia. Another mistake in Zarest's opinion as a potential ally was abandoned.
Many of the council felt their involvement was unnecessary and that the successful rebellion was the proof. Zarest felt it was a missed opportunity to make a true ally, something that Draconia never had with its isolationist views.
He rubbed the horn that sprouted forward from his blue scaled snout, which he often did in times of stress. Another bit of news that came from his diviners that afternoon was a disturbance from across the world. Something powerful and ancient had burst from a volcano recently. A volcano suspected of having a portal to the plane of fire. There were supposed to be druids guarding the volcano. Zarest pondered for a moment whether they had survived and had tried to meet with several Draconian nobles.
Those with the power to make that decision were uninterested once again in the struggles of people a continent away. Other than the people of Emon, the Draconians had not successfully made good impressions with other nations.
"The Dragonborn have no time for the goings-on of those who aren't dragonborn. Let them sort their own mess."
Jun 2, 2019
The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 3
9th Year of Karameikos (979 AC) Flaurmont (April) 18th
|Little Lura and Peiter by TL Jeffcoat|
The horrifying screams of her brother still rang in her young elven ears. Valindra gripped tightly to her mother's bosom and squeezed her eyes shut. Her mother's arms strong from centuries of archery, held her like bands of iron.
She had not yet seen the thing that had attacked them but she had heard it howl like a monstrous wolf. It snatched her big brother into the darkness outside their camp by the road to Specularum before anyone had even realized it was there.
Her father had chased after it but was only gone for a minute before he had run back into the camp and pulled mother to her feet. His face was pale and he had his bow out before he followed after them.
Mother had not seen when he stopped and notched an arrow. Valindra could no longer keep her eyes closed and watched over her shoulder. Her gaze was drawn to the shadowy silhouette as it swept from the woods and onto the road on all fours.
Father released an arrow as the shadow pounced at him. The arrow had struck it where the heart should have been but the monster did not stop. He drew his sword and swung at the shadow as it enveloped him and pulled him to the ground with a deep chested growl.
In the light of the full moon it appeared as if someone had smashed a barrel of wine as liquid sprayed and splattered across the road. Father never cried out nor did he move again.
Mother kept running. She did not slow when they heard the sounds of whistles in the woods around them. The monster ignored the whistles and chased after them with a horrifying howl.
It drew closer and closer. The smell of metallic blood and wet fur filled their nostrils. Her mother knew what Valindra saw as it ran them down. She leaned forward trying to run harder.
Massive jaws rowed with long sharp teeth opened from the shadow and the stink of decay and blood washed over them like steam. Red eyes glared over the snout as it snapped at her mother's leg, toppling them both to the ground.
Apr 28, 2019
The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 2
970 AC, Vatermont (February) 14th
The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 2
970 AC, Vatermont (February) 14th
|Naivara Lantheral by TL Jeffcoat|
Her teachers complained it was foolish to attempt to master more than one school of magic. The professors of Evocation and Abjuration both argued that she should concentrate her studies on one of their schools since she was determined to learn the arts of war. The way Naivara saw it, the tradition was foolish. Why limit yourself to one school of magic when you could be indestructible and destructive at the same time? It would not do her any good to be able to cast a fireball or bring the stormy heavens down upon her enemies if she was killed by a simple arrow before she could cast.
In the end, her hard work would prove her path was superior. Naivara had studied for years, and the only friends she made were the books in the library. Now, with a simple drop from a glass of water, she had ruined one of her friends.
She was different than the elves that lived in the Vyalian Magic School. The famous school was on the western edge of the Vyalian forest about twenty miles east of the Lake of Lost Dreams in Eastern Traladar. Most villages of the Vyalia Elves were so deep in their forests that no outsiders ever knew they existed. The only exceptions were a small town where humans came to trade with the elves on the opposite side of the forest and this remote school of magic. The Vyalia forest was a natural physical border between the expansionist Empire of Thyatis to the east, and the superstitious woodsmen and farmers of Traladar to the west.
News had come a few years ago that Thyatian troops marched into the largest city in Traladar and claimed the country as a colony of the Empire. Most Traladarans had not cared since those troops had not killed anyone in the invasion and had not marched into any other part of their country. The Vyalia knew it would only be a matter of time before that changed and the Empire would swallow up their beloved forest.