Author: niliz
Date:Nov 1 2013
The Wrath of an Eastern Sorcerer With an anticipating crowd gathered closly around a crackling fire, I drink a mouthful of Shadowkepian red, clear my throat. Tonight I will try to take away the daily sores of a hard day's labour for this gathering of farmers and artisans. Not the grand audience a minstrel of my stature should be entertaining, but that's a different story and not one to be told this evening. One more sip of my wine and I start my performance: "In the days long before the cataclysm that destroyed the single continent known to the inhabitants of Bat, a group of adventurers traveled to the Inn of Four Winds to plan a quest that could bring them fame and treasures undreamt of. Or tragedy and loss that none of the band dared to mention or consider. First to arrive were the stout woodelf warriors from the endless forest across the western see: Galronio, Fnor and the famous Ewige, leader of the expedition. Soon to follow were the swampdwelling wizards from the Lowlands: Harambikkel, Jenske and Niliz. Beers were served and freshly roasted boar prepared to make a fine dinner. There was still one member of the group missing at the feast and when Ewige was about to go scouting the roads for a sign of the lonely traveller a loud "Harrumph!" made everybody jump from their chair to give the huge Ent healer named Oak a warm welcome. When hunger and thirst were satiated, Ewige quieted the group and started laying out the plans for their bold endeavour: to find the fabled Flying Citadel and call a golden dragon to bring them inside the place of legend. Once inside they would start their search of the notorious Dragonlady Kitiara and the imfamous deathknight Lord Soth. Soon agreement was that the dragon Skie would not be bothered as the adventurers lacked the skills to take out such a mighty foe. The next morning the group travelled abroad to follow upon a lead that Fnor had recently wrung from an orc he'd captured in the mines of Kutunakor. Galronio had already obtained a shiny glass orb from the sinister markets of Rilyn'ttar that was supposed to call and subdue a golden dragon. The orcish tale was true as the adventurers stood in the shadow of a huge castle in the sky, glaring in awe at the sinister sight. Galronio uncovered the orb and started chanting the words to invoke the golden dragon. The dragon came, but subdueing was not part of the orb's power. Luckily the good spirited dragon loved to bring people to the citadel to annoy the dragonlady and he transported the expedition to the castle. Once inside the real adventure began when the group explored the depths of the dwelling. Battling draconians that turned into exploding statues upon defeat, they hacked their way to the rooms of the dragonlady Kitiara. The fierce fightress certainly wasn't pleased with the intruders and an intense battle commenced. Fireballs flew down the hallways, burning down the furniture, carpets and quite a few hairs from our band of brigands. But eventually, Kitiara was defeated and the exploration continued. When the adventurers to put on their boots after defeating another draconian that tried to demolish their footwear with a nasty trick of spraying acid, there was an unexpected surprise when suddenly a mystic figure apparated in their midst. When the appearance solidified, Ewige gasped in confusion: it was the powerful sorcerer from the Eastern lands, Krzysiek! Older brother of the well known and many times ridiculed sorcerer Pancreas, this wizard was not someone to mess with. And our adventurers would soon find out why! Still deliberating who had invited Krzysiek for a visit in the middle of their campaign, the adventuring friends were suddenly blasted by a terrifying mental scream that drove them insane. The casters in the group were instantly send to the underworld, soon followed by the warriors when Kryziek follow up his psychic scream with a acid storm imbued in a powerful wand he had brought with him. Unbelief and rage roared among the ghosts of the adventurers and with the help of a few befriended clerics they soon returned to the world of the living. After a lot of swearing and threatening from both the adventurers and the evil sorcerer, Krzysiek uncovered the reason for his killing spree: the well-known Arch Magus Backlash from the West, retired after many years of quests and adventures, had capriciously decided to annoy Krzysiek and cursed him with a Jinx Staff. The sorceror had to make many a sacrifice to amend his standings with the Gods before he could cast a spell again without failing or fumbling. Since Krzysiek was unable to retaliate against Backlash himself, he decided to go after any person he knew had befriended Backlash in the past. Poor Ewige was on the mad sorcerer's blacklist. Many pleas and prayers from Ewige and his friends convinced Krzysiek to let Ewige of the hook. Sadly, the expedition inside the Flying Citadel was unable to recover from this unanticipated blow. Not all had been in vain though, since the adventurers managed to bring Kitiara's sword, shield and kerbholz with them from the citadel, plus a girdle of wisdom from a draconian priest. And if the was some wisdom every member of the group received that day, it must have been: never mess with a sorcerer from the Eastern lands and kill them on sight when they visit you uninvited!" Just as I stand up and start to bow, expecting to be applauded for my breathtaking performance, I realize there might be trouble. Maybe it was not such a good story to tell while travelling the eastern lands...