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Old 02-27-2019, 01:25 AM
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As soon as the creature landed before them, Lew said a prayer and his sword surged with light. Then two of Lew's companions attacked from a distance. Good. That would keep them safe behind him. He was better armored and more robust than either of them. He should take damage where he could.

Lew moved towards the Tornado. Come on, you murdering gaseous bastard, he said more to himself than the murder-cloud. This time, he wouldn't let it kill and retreat.
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1d20+7sh15 (4)+7 Total = 11
1d20+7sh15 (14)+7 Total = 21

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d8+3 (4)+3 Total = 7

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2d8 5, 8 Total = 13


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Grenzo stood for a moment with shock on his face as the winds seemingly fuse together in creating this horrifying creature. Not sure how best to handle this, Grenzo charges forword and plunges his shortsword at the creature. As his sword slices into the storm Grenzo feels the resistance of whatever magic holding this creature together. It may not bleed, but if Grenzo can cut it, they can kill it.


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Calling upon ancient powers, the half-elf Zyl caused a green light to enhance the outlines of the strange primordial storm blocking the group's path. With a definite outline, Lew and Grenzo rushed forward and slashed into the creature. Lew's strike was augmented by the Martyr as a radiant flash added to his blade slice. Nerin, deciding to stay off the front line for this combat, also summoned the divine grace of Evelyn and launched a searing bolt of holy light that traversed the distance to the maelstrom and impacted its airy body. Not to be forgotten, the brownie Hob enchanted some pebbles and slung one that seemed to disrupt the living storm further. The creature had taken an admirable beating from the heroes as they refused to be denied so close to their destination but the storm had other plans for them.

The furious whirlwind moved forward to envelop Lew and Grenzo in its fury as the heroes were battered by flying debris and the force of the air itself. While Lew was able to stay his ground and withstand the barrage, little Grenzo found himself airborne as he was flung through the air to land unceremoniously twenty feet away.

Kite The elder called for Kite to enter before the young aarakocra had barely landed. Kite hated how he always did that as if trying to prove he was superior to the others as if he had some extra sense about him. Most aarakocra died before their fortieth birthday but the elder was said to be nearly seventy. His feathers were broken and sparse and their color had faded to a drab grey. His beak was chipped and splintered in places and his clawed feet her always wrapped in strips of cloth to keep his scales from falling away.

"Enter youngling. There is a matter of utmost importance we must discuss. The interlopers shall prevail against the guardian of air. That is certain. They will be permitted access to the altar. Our attack upon their caravan many days ago was misguided. We were deceived. While it is true that their kingdom has fallen to chaos and their temple still smolders, these who left that cursed place are not touched by that taint. The gods wish to speak with them and we will not intervene further."

Just as Kite was wondering why he should care about all this, the elder continued.

"The gods also wish to speak with you. When those who battle below enter that sacred place, you will join them. You will be joining them in their further tasks. Partially to make amends for our misguided attack and partially because I fear that if you remain here much longer, you will leave of your own accord anyway. Best to have you join a worthy cause than wander the world aimlessly. While most of our people remain in the aerie, it is not unheard of for some to wish to leave. Some return, some do not. I pray you are one who will return one day."

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While alarmed at seeing the goblin flung through the air by the living tornado, Zyl is otherwise feeling very confident about his magic and his team. Enveloped in glowing green light of his creation, all of his companions had successfully damaged the mysterious creature. It won't be much longer now!

His patron had indeed taught him well. Focusing his will on blasting the storm out of existence, Cast Eldritch BlastZyl aims a powerful blast of energy at it. Unfortunately, High roll with advantage: 13his confidence has blossomed into overconfidence, and the green bolt of energy that came forth from his hand sails right past the creature. Zyl grunts in frustration, but strives to regain his composure in preparation for another attack.


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The winds slashed into Grenzo's flesh as he was sent flying through the air, hitting the ground with a thud. The goblin, however, would not be dismayed. He charged at the creature, yelling an ancient goblin battlecry as he ran. "Zeluugec, khruur draar!".

Now standing next to the creature, Grenzo draws his second blade as he slashes into the creature's magical bindings. Screaming incoherently as he does so.


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Nerin and her comrades pummeled the storm from all sides, and it occurred to the priestess that one foe, even a mighty one, was perhaps an easier opponent than many weaker ones. The group had been sorely beset by mudmen and lizardmen, and barely made it out alive. This group seemed to have the cyclone on the defensive, at least for now. She quickly considered her options.

She wanted to charge into the fray, laying about her with her staff and using the power of thunder against this creature of air. The staff thrummed in her hands, its living wood responding to her emotions. But she was no warrior; her talents lay elsewhere. The holy energy she had called forth had stung the thing badly, and she had the power to do so again. Nerin stilled her mind. The magic within her clamored to erupt, but it had to be channeled, directed. The Goddess had placed this spark within her, caused her to be taught to use it. It was her responsibility to wield this power in defense of her friends.

Evelyn's servant levelled her staff at the tempest. Its winds buffeted her, even from this distance, but she remained calm. Words of magic cascaded from her lips, and the tip of her staff flared with the white-gold essence of light itself. A beam
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Kite the CowardKite stares, dumbfounded. The part of him that empathizes with non-birds lured him to display that body language with his lower beak hanging open. As an Aarakocra, however, his shoulders tense and his feathers ruffle.

"You mean this whole time we were tossing elementals at them, they were supposed to go to the Sanctaid the whole time?!"

Good thing Kite hadn't stayed to watch the fight. He would have been disappointed with the outcome.

"What do you mean we won't test them further? THE LIVING STORM IS ALREADY THE FINAL TEST! We don't have anything else to throw at them anyways!" High and mighty, pompous elder... "We will not intervene any further..."

Just as Kite begins to border on grossly insubordinate, he is told that he will be allowed to leave, and for the first time in years, he finally shuts his beak and stops complaining.

"You don't mean that." After a moment of silence, the realization slowly dawns on Kite that the Elder never joked. Ever. The veracity and weight of the declaration begins to sink in.

"You... you really mean it. No guards flying after me this time? I'm free? Really, really free?"

The muscles on either side of Kite tense up. In a human, it would produce a smile. As an Aarakocra, on the other hand, very little visibly occurs on Kite's face. It doesn't matter whether his face shows it or not, though, as Kite returns to his usual self and audibly voices his emotions. For the first time in forever, that emotion is elation.

"I'm free! I'M FREE!" At the wave of the Elder's arm, Kite practically skips out of the tent and towards the middle of the village. "I'M FREE!" He doesn't care if everyone stares, or thinks that he is crazy. Their opinions won't matter for long.

"I'm free... and I'm never coming back!"

Kite looks around at his home one last time before packing his things, preparing to fly back to where the battle with the Living Storms rages.

"Never going to miss this place."
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The first round was ten times Lew's hopes. Yeah, the goblin had been tossed, but he'd kept his feet and no one had his head caved in. What's more, their attacks seemed to make a true impression. It was hard to tell with the collection of living wind, but it appeared injured, its whirl of air less even and slower.

Lew had vowed many times in this adventure. He'd vowed to take the artifact... somewhere. He'd vowed to follow the directions of his first Priestess. He'd vowed to keep her safe. He'd failed every single one of those vows.

So this last vow, he could at least keep.
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1d20+7sh15 (19)+7 Total = 26
1d20+7sh15 (1)+7 Total = 8

Dice Damage:
d8+3 (1)+3 Total = 4

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The ease with which the heroes had injured the living storm at first seemed to dissipate as easily as a pile of sand in a whirlwind. Nerin's next lance of holy light was lost and ripped apart before it could do any damage. Zyl, pleased that his previous spell had taken effect, attempted to blast his eldritch energies at the swirling maelstrom but the shot seemed to deflect and went wide. Grenzo's swords slashed and sliced through the cyclonic creature but didn't seem to have the effect he expected. The brownie, Hob, sent another enchanted stone into the gale and while his shots were true, they didn't seem to have much impact. Finally, Lew with his longsword glowing brightly in the Martyr's vengeance carved into the beast again. As it passed through the churning air he could see its congealing properties lessen. His strike was aided by a flash of radiant glory from the Martyr that burned away more of the windstorm.

Its eyes of sparkling electricity focused in on the holy paladin standing before it wielding the glowing longsword that bit so surely into its form. Both its twisting arms came up and one from each side tried to crush the warrior between their forceful convergence. A loud boom sounded as the appendages slammed into Lew but when the dust had settled, the Knight of the Spear still stood valiantly resolute against his foe, unharmed. Swearing a new oath, Lew channeled all his travails from this journey of misery he had been sent on and prepared to unleash his righteous vengeance upon his enemy. For Shira Everell, for Kane Karlo, for Brother Qu'hier'ren, for Aracelia Wardhouse, for Eoin Skandar, for Eysa Kendall, Rolan Larith, Leo Esting, Marisa Hannesty, Vacto Wentworth, Wilhelmina Janks, Amos Manticorn, Lorena Turnkey, Settimus McGillis and Jacko Betts and even for Sir Palen killed at the hands of the Scalehides...Lew would end this.

 


 
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Having regained his composure, and feeling genuinely inspired by the heroics of Lew and Grenzo, Zyl calms his mind and focuses on allowing the energies of the fey to flow through him into the whirlwind. Eldritch blast, 22 to hitUnleashing a blast of force, the green-colored energy slams into the whirlwind, 8 force damage.threatening to dissipate it.


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That second round wasn't half the first, but they pushed the storm back (not literally) and received nothing in retribution. Not only did it attack Lew alone (exactly what he wanted it to do), but its attacks were ineffective.

Lew could smell it. He was about to keep this vow.
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1d20+7sh15 (19)+7 Total = 26
1d20+7sh15 (11)+7 Total = 18

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d8+3 (4)+3 Total = 7

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2d8 3, 4 Total = 7


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It died here. And with that last slash, swung so hard that the light pulsing from Lew's blade sent streamers behind it, the wild, evil Tornado was no more.

Victory. Lew fell to his knees and hung his head. It was no more. They'd done it. And now all they needed to do was rescue the artifact.

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As Lew's glowing sword cut a final swath of righteousness through the living storm, the swirling tempest dissipated into nothing more than a last gust of chilled mountain air. All fell silent atop Sanctaid as the pilgrims Lew, Zyl, Grenzo and Nerin saw that they had dispatched their enemy with relative ease. Only the goblin had a few bumps and bruises but he was no worse for wear.

Near the peak, they were met by a small contingent of the bird men led by one of the creatures that had obviously been burdened by the passage of time. His back was bent causing him to hunch as he walked. His feathers were frayed and missing in places and his beak was chipped and cracked. There were three other to each side, more vibrant warriors by the looks of them. They held spears in their taloned hands and had several javelins strapped to their backs. Despite his mistrust in them, Lew could not help but notice the beauty and majesty of such creatures.

Grenzo had heard of the bird men of this peak before. His people usually scurried under rocks or behind trees if any were spotted scanning the ground from the sky. Though they had never attacked, the thought of the aerial beings swooping down to rain terror on the tribe was a real threat. However, up close, he could look into their eyes and saw not the predatory gaze of an eagle or hawk but something more akin to the softness and compassion that existed in Nerin's own eyes.

Growing up in the tough world of the Empty Hills, there was little room for stories of monsters and demons when the worst sort of danger could come from people at any moment. The rare occasions when Zyl did see his father, he would tell him legends of strange beasts and mythical creatures, swearing they were true. Dragons, faeries and giants all seemed fantastical creations of his father back then but what Zyl had seen in just the last few days had made him reconsider his father's words.

Nerin had heard many of the same stories when her family had lived in the mountains north of Rhyfel. Those hardy people had a stronger connection to what they referred to as the 'spirits of the hills' than the citizens of Rhyfel. Though Nerin had little first hand experience with such things, it was her belief that they were all true despite how the world was depicted in the city of Kersdinas. There was more to the world than the trappings Rhyfel had surrounded itself with. In just a short time since leaving Kersdinas and the temple for the vale she had encountered her fair share of extraordinary creatures. Lizardfolk, brownies, wisps and witches, goblins, giants and a man who had turned into a werebear all fit into the legends of her people. But to experience them all first hand was a truly magnificent adventure and it was only beginning.

With his phalanx of warriors, the elder birdman greeted the travelers by extending his arms wide and giving a slight bow of his head. "I am Darihk, the Elder of Sanctaid. My people, the aarakocra, have been the guardians of this sacred place for millennia. I see the confusion, the anger, and the amazement in your eyes and ask only that you allow me to explain. This place has existed unaltered for thousands of years. We have seen kingdoms come and go along with their gods." He looked to Lew and Nerin specifically before continuing. "One thousand years ago, humans came from the north to overthrow the orcish horde that had dwelt here. At the conclusion of that war, a new goddess of born from the conflict. Her body was brought to this very spot where she ascended to the heavens to take up the mantle of those people. Have you ever questioned what those humans worshiped before they chose worship of Evelyn? Have you ever questioned why those humans came to drive the orcish horde away? Did you know that before the orcs, what is now Rhyfel was an elven empire? Why did the orcs come to drive those elves to the brink of extinction? What god drove them to do so?"

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The elder aarakocra turned to move farther up the mountain, "Come, we will provide you with food and water before I tell you what has befallen your home of Rhyfel. The land is once again in turmoil. It was through a fear of that turmoil that we attacked you several moons ago. I see we were wrong to do so. There is more I would explain."

The aarakocra led the party to the very top of the mountain where, shrouded in eternal cloud was what looked to be a ramshackle village of stone and mud huts nestled in an aerie of sorts where thirty to forty of the birdmen dwelt. A stone path led off further into the mist and a yawning cave opening could be seen. In the center of the village, a large post had been sunken into the ground and banners of many colors flew from its top. A bounty of nuts, berries and small game was presented to the group as they were offered clean ground to sit upon around the post.
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As the party approaches the creatures Grenzo thought it would be wise to share what little information he could about the creatures the party is approaching, "Goblins know of these creatures. Goblins usually afraid of them, but these don't seem as scary... Goblins call them Rher-Ghac. That Goblin words, it mean Bird-Man..."

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This entire adventure had been deeply baffling to Zyl, but upon hearing the words of the aarakocra elder things only became even more baffling and confusing. But for the first time in his life, Zyl began to believe that his life might actually matter, that he could truly make a difference.

The stories from his elven father had been a cornerstone of Zyl's imagination since his childhood. Life had been so rough in the Empty Hills that tales of the fantastic and the magical proved a welcome diversion and escape. His first real taste of the reality of the magical and the legendary was his encounter with his archfey patron in the grove. There was nothing especially wondrous about it, as Zyl had simply been trying to survive when he entered into his supernatural pact.

Listening to the elder speak of the wars between the elves, orcs, and humans brought back his memories of the folktales featuring his elven idol Erlathan Fenxidor. Erlathan had allied with the humans in the war against the orcs. When the humans turned against the elves after the war, he had sought to be generous with his former allies who had now turned against him. Listening to the aarakocra, he realized that these stories were not just folk tales; they were living history, whose impact continued right up until now.

Here, now, in this bizarre adventure in which he had become enmeshed, Zyl sensed the opportunity to make a difference, even, perhaps, to become a hero in the way that Erlathan had shown. He had helped kill two stone giants and his spells had been crucial to the defeat of the living whirlwind. And maybe the aarakocra could help him understand better his place in all of this.

As he partakes eagerly of the nuts, berries, and small game that had been prepared for them, Zyl introduces himself and begins asking the elder some questions. "What happened to the elves? Is there any hope for them? My father is an elf, but I have not seen him in years, and I have never met any others of our kind. All I know is what my father told me, and the stories in this book." Here, Zyl pulls out his prized book of elvish folk tales, to show to the elder.

He then continues: "Is there any hope for peace between humans and elves? I ask as the blood of both races runs through my veins." Perhaps it is a part of my destiny.


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In an instant, the fight was over. The storm slammed huge fists at Lew, but for the holy warrior, those fists were just air and they passed right through him. Her own attacks were as dangerous as air, for all the harm they did the thing, but her companions easily accomplished what she herself could not. Nerin tried to set her disappointment in herself aside; bowing her head, she breathed a brief prayer of thanksgiving for their swift victory.

After the fight, creature of legend revealed themselves to the group. When she was a child, stories of the bird-men of the mountains were told along with those of orcs, goblins, and other such fancies - fancies which kept revelaing themselves as very, very real. The leader of the troop, obviously elderly and far from hale, spoke to them, but their words clarified little other than that which the Presbytera had confided in her. But now, at least, was the promise of knowledge. Nerin followed the troop up the mountain path, and up again to the very summit. She took a seat where indicated, murmuring her thanks for both the respite and the simple, but delicious, food.

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