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The following is an ongoing event recap of the Deserved Damnation campaign. It provides much OOC information which, unless your PC was involved, he or she will not know! Otherwise, public information will be noted in bold and will be things that your PC will likely have heard during his or her travels in Thay and can freely talk about in-game. This thread is simply provided as a public recap of the Deserved Damnation campaign for your reading enjoyment.
For those involved in any event, I encourage you to add your own entries here (screenshots are welcome and encouraged too) but please keep them to your character’s IC perspective!
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“The end times are nigh! Ours is deserved damnation!”
The cry rang out from the doomsayer in the black of night, echoing throughout the nearly deserted streets. No rest for the damned the Red Wizard thought as he waddled along, finally reaching the Bezantur City Tombs. If he only knew how right he is, he would run screaming from the doom approaching.
The man made his way through the silent crypts. Adventurers had done their job well and the crypts had been near-barren of the more powerful undead that could pose any threat to him for years now. That will soon change - he was only holding them back for this moment in time.
He finally arrived in his master’s chambers, deep within the most ancient and hidden tombs of Bezantur. He was not alone. All the highest leaders of the Vengeful had been gathered, as he knew they would. The time has come! Now we shall finally move out of the shadows and put our plans to action! He gazed around the room at his peers, weighing each as he slowly made his way to the large chair kept for him.
There sat the vampire Victor, leader of the Shadow circle - master of their spy network and assassins. Once a puppet of Tam’s, then Velsharoon, and now of their leader directly, his responsibilities were quite dangerous and difficult. But with a legion of vampires behind you, that should make any task easier, he imagined. Except crossing a river or getting a tan he chuckled inwardly to himself.
Across from him sat the Old Man, who very un-originally called himself ‘The Thayan’, in charge of the Counter circle that worked to unbalance the power of the Reds. His was a neverending quest to bring those of a ‘good’ nature to Thay and willing or not, get them to work in cooperation with the enemies of Thay. Old fool he thought as his scowl turned the old man’s gaze from him with a sad smile.
Next to him sat Maligor, looking stone faced and quite perturbed. So he did survive both the cave-in and Tam’s discovery of him upon his less-than-triumphant return. Impressive. Apparently his attention did not go unnoticed as the leader of the Arcane Circle turned and sneered at him, shaking his head.
There was another man he did not know sitting next to his oversized chair. He must be the new leader of the Vengeful’s Temple Circle that had nearly imploded when Velsharoon had so ungratefully left them to assume the mantle of godhood. That debacle had nearly cost them both the Temple and Shadow circles, but for whatever reason Velsharoon had granted his patronage to the Vengeful after his ascension -or to at least their leader- and the decades of work spent on each had been salvaged for the most part. At least, that was his understanding. But then their master told them nothing of the workings or status of the different circles.
He sat down heavily in his chair, panting from the exertion of such a long walk. He knew many of the others were looking at him with contempt, but he had long ago risen above such petty emotions. He was perhaps the most savvy and richest man in Thay - hence his position as leader of the Trade Circle of the Vengeful. His activities funded everything they did. Let them sneer and scoff all they like. They depended on him. Just as their master. That was all that mattered.
Mere moments after he was seated the raspy voice of their master seemed to fill the dead air all around them with words each had waiting years, decades, or entire lifetimes to hear.
“Our plans have come to fruition. The necessary agents are in place. We move to claim Thay now! This is how we will begin...”
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Druxus Rhym, the dread zulkir of Transmutation and one of Szass Tam’s staunchest allies, is dead!
His body was found left by the assassins who killed him at the top of Maligor’s Tower in Amruthar. Even now the Red Wizards of Transmutation were meeting to decide upon a new zulkir to represent their school, dealing with the normal bickering that entailed, and fighting against the external influences of the other schools in their attempt to sway who would be chosen next.
The story was music to his ears. Finally he would get the recognition he deserved, and the Vengeful’s final plan was now in motion.
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Those summoned to the Gold Dragon Inn of Amruthar had performed acceptably. Maegor, returned from the dead as promised by the Seneschal of Velsharoon and seeking to avenge his family name. Behir, an up and coming priest of Tyr and one-time bane of Szass Tam himself. Elliana, a powerful priestess of Sharess. Rhona, a feared fire priestess of Kossuth - said to be nearly as powerful as the high priest of the Flaming Brazier. Vokala, a Red Wizard of Evocation. Shara, a newly made Red Wizard Apprentice. Taygete, a calm ranger dedicated to a sworn enemy of the Red Wizards. And Amelia, she of the pale skin and cold touch - one whom Victor himself took a special interest.
Despite their very different backgrounds, they all had one thing in common - they were the (un)willing agents of the Vengeful having been saved by their ‘mysterious ally’ from slavers long ago and virtually all had avoided near death situations on several occasions only due to the assistance of the Vengeful. Whether or not they truly wanted to eliminate the zulkir, they all -at least reluctantly- agreed to participate in his assassination.
Fortunately none had refused, or they would be visiting their gods by now...
The representative of the Vengeful’s Shadow Circle had prepared them well, granting them each Hoods of Disguise and rare and powerful potions that would allow them to pose as the typical monsters that inhabited Maligor’s Tower. All in an attempt to draw the zulkir into an ambush at the top of the tower as he apparently sought to verify something he had found regarding an ancient magic relic. They were to use these disguises to fight against the zulkirs forces, slowly falling back to higher and higher levels of the tower in an attempt to draw the zulkir in for the final battle at Maligor’s old laboratory at the top of the tower.
There, they were to cast off their disguises and use one of the Vengeful’s most powerful relics - a crystal of Wild Magic and a crystal of Dead Magic which, upon shattering released one of the deadly affects in their area for a short time. This was to be their equalizer - something to nullify Rhym’s power at the final confrontation at the top of the tower.
Alas, he lamented, no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.
The party made plans, but unfortunately the zulkir moved faster than anticipated and rather than fight a delaying action, the party had to fight through the zulkir’s forces scattered throughout the tower and hurry their way to the top to try and catch the zulkir before he finished what he came for.
Through many battles, they arrived at the final level of the tower, prepared themselves, and then burst through the laboratory door to meet the zulkir with several powerful wizard, monstrous, and golem allies surrounding him. The battle was fierce and the power of the magic unleashed crumbled walls in the tower. It was only when the zulkir himself remained and half the party was bleeding or near death, that the power of the Dead Magic crystal was unleashed!
One of the few still standing against the zulkir’s terrible might, Elliana saw an opening and slammed her weapon against the zulkir’s battered and now-unprotected body and finally delivered the killing blow that laid the zulkir low. Only a look of stunned surprise showed on his bloodied faced before the spark in his eyes faded and he fell lifeless to the ground.
Leaving his body there as instructed, the party quickly exited the tower and returned back to the Golden Dragon where the representative of the Vengeful awaited them with double the promised reward of 10,000 talons each.
“You will find we are generous,” the man said before taking his leave - but not before telling them how pleased the Vengeful were with them and how their actions had set in motion that which would become an avalanche of change.
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Now, he thought, I will be chosen zulkir and the true battle has only just begun.
The retaliation for the murder of zulkir on the outskirts of Amruthar must not go unpunished. But before that, they needed the council of zulkirs and make sure they publicly choose sides. That was true reason for replacement of Rhym - a sure cause to trigger such a rare public gathering of the powerful and arrogant archwizards. Only after that would the people of Thay truly understand what was to befall them and rise up to greet the true master they had long forgotten…
Thanks again to the following players for joining the event yesterday, and for sticking through the unfortunate technical difficulties we had. Our first zulkir death at the hands of PCs! What is the world coming to?!? Join in some of the events for the campaign and find out!
For those involved in any event, I encourage you to add your own entries here (screenshots are welcome and encouraged too) but please keep them to your character’s IC perspective!
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“The end times are nigh! Ours is deserved damnation!”
The cry rang out from the doomsayer in the black of night, echoing throughout the nearly deserted streets. No rest for the damned the Red Wizard thought as he waddled along, finally reaching the Bezantur City Tombs. If he only knew how right he is, he would run screaming from the doom approaching.
The man made his way through the silent crypts. Adventurers had done their job well and the crypts had been near-barren of the more powerful undead that could pose any threat to him for years now. That will soon change - he was only holding them back for this moment in time.
He finally arrived in his master’s chambers, deep within the most ancient and hidden tombs of Bezantur. He was not alone. All the highest leaders of the Vengeful had been gathered, as he knew they would. The time has come! Now we shall finally move out of the shadows and put our plans to action! He gazed around the room at his peers, weighing each as he slowly made his way to the large chair kept for him.
There sat the vampire Victor, leader of the Shadow circle - master of their spy network and assassins. Once a puppet of Tam’s, then Velsharoon, and now of their leader directly, his responsibilities were quite dangerous and difficult. But with a legion of vampires behind you, that should make any task easier, he imagined. Except crossing a river or getting a tan he chuckled inwardly to himself.
Across from him sat the Old Man, who very un-originally called himself ‘The Thayan’, in charge of the Counter circle that worked to unbalance the power of the Reds. His was a neverending quest to bring those of a ‘good’ nature to Thay and willing or not, get them to work in cooperation with the enemies of Thay. Old fool he thought as his scowl turned the old man’s gaze from him with a sad smile.
Next to him sat Maligor, looking stone faced and quite perturbed. So he did survive both the cave-in and Tam’s discovery of him upon his less-than-triumphant return. Impressive. Apparently his attention did not go unnoticed as the leader of the Arcane Circle turned and sneered at him, shaking his head.
There was another man he did not know sitting next to his oversized chair. He must be the new leader of the Vengeful’s Temple Circle that had nearly imploded when Velsharoon had so ungratefully left them to assume the mantle of godhood. That debacle had nearly cost them both the Temple and Shadow circles, but for whatever reason Velsharoon had granted his patronage to the Vengeful after his ascension -or to at least their leader- and the decades of work spent on each had been salvaged for the most part. At least, that was his understanding. But then their master told them nothing of the workings or status of the different circles.
He sat down heavily in his chair, panting from the exertion of such a long walk. He knew many of the others were looking at him with contempt, but he had long ago risen above such petty emotions. He was perhaps the most savvy and richest man in Thay - hence his position as leader of the Trade Circle of the Vengeful. His activities funded everything they did. Let them sneer and scoff all they like. They depended on him. Just as their master. That was all that mattered.
Mere moments after he was seated the raspy voice of their master seemed to fill the dead air all around them with words each had waiting years, decades, or entire lifetimes to hear.
“Our plans have come to fruition. The necessary agents are in place. We move to claim Thay now! This is how we will begin...”
----------------------------------------------------------
Druxus Rhym, the dread zulkir of Transmutation and one of Szass Tam’s staunchest allies, is dead!
His body was found left by the assassins who killed him at the top of Maligor’s Tower in Amruthar. Even now the Red Wizards of Transmutation were meeting to decide upon a new zulkir to represent their school, dealing with the normal bickering that entailed, and fighting against the external influences of the other schools in their attempt to sway who would be chosen next.
The story was music to his ears. Finally he would get the recognition he deserved, and the Vengeful’s final plan was now in motion.
----------------------------------------------------------
Those summoned to the Gold Dragon Inn of Amruthar had performed acceptably. Maegor, returned from the dead as promised by the Seneschal of Velsharoon and seeking to avenge his family name. Behir, an up and coming priest of Tyr and one-time bane of Szass Tam himself. Elliana, a powerful priestess of Sharess. Rhona, a feared fire priestess of Kossuth - said to be nearly as powerful as the high priest of the Flaming Brazier. Vokala, a Red Wizard of Evocation. Shara, a newly made Red Wizard Apprentice. Taygete, a calm ranger dedicated to a sworn enemy of the Red Wizards. And Amelia, she of the pale skin and cold touch - one whom Victor himself took a special interest.
Despite their very different backgrounds, they all had one thing in common - they were the (un)willing agents of the Vengeful having been saved by their ‘mysterious ally’ from slavers long ago and virtually all had avoided near death situations on several occasions only due to the assistance of the Vengeful. Whether or not they truly wanted to eliminate the zulkir, they all -at least reluctantly- agreed to participate in his assassination.
Fortunately none had refused, or they would be visiting their gods by now...
The representative of the Vengeful’s Shadow Circle had prepared them well, granting them each Hoods of Disguise and rare and powerful potions that would allow them to pose as the typical monsters that inhabited Maligor’s Tower. All in an attempt to draw the zulkir into an ambush at the top of the tower as he apparently sought to verify something he had found regarding an ancient magic relic. They were to use these disguises to fight against the zulkirs forces, slowly falling back to higher and higher levels of the tower in an attempt to draw the zulkir in for the final battle at Maligor’s old laboratory at the top of the tower.
There, they were to cast off their disguises and use one of the Vengeful’s most powerful relics - a crystal of Wild Magic and a crystal of Dead Magic which, upon shattering released one of the deadly affects in their area for a short time. This was to be their equalizer - something to nullify Rhym’s power at the final confrontation at the top of the tower.
Alas, he lamented, no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.
The party made plans, but unfortunately the zulkir moved faster than anticipated and rather than fight a delaying action, the party had to fight through the zulkir’s forces scattered throughout the tower and hurry their way to the top to try and catch the zulkir before he finished what he came for.
Through many battles, they arrived at the final level of the tower, prepared themselves, and then burst through the laboratory door to meet the zulkir with several powerful wizard, monstrous, and golem allies surrounding him. The battle was fierce and the power of the magic unleashed crumbled walls in the tower. It was only when the zulkir himself remained and half the party was bleeding or near death, that the power of the Dead Magic crystal was unleashed!
One of the few still standing against the zulkir’s terrible might, Elliana saw an opening and slammed her weapon against the zulkir’s battered and now-unprotected body and finally delivered the killing blow that laid the zulkir low. Only a look of stunned surprise showed on his bloodied faced before the spark in his eyes faded and he fell lifeless to the ground.
Leaving his body there as instructed, the party quickly exited the tower and returned back to the Golden Dragon where the representative of the Vengeful awaited them with double the promised reward of 10,000 talons each.
“You will find we are generous,” the man said before taking his leave - but not before telling them how pleased the Vengeful were with them and how their actions had set in motion that which would become an avalanche of change.
----------------------------------------------------------
Now, he thought, I will be chosen zulkir and the true battle has only just begun.
The retaliation for the murder of zulkir on the outskirts of Amruthar must not go unpunished. But before that, they needed the council of zulkirs and make sure they publicly choose sides. That was true reason for replacement of Rhym - a sure cause to trigger such a rare public gathering of the powerful and arrogant archwizards. Only after that would the people of Thay truly understand what was to befall them and rise up to greet the true master they had long forgotten…
Thanks again to the following players for joining the event yesterday, and for sticking through the unfortunate technical difficulties we had. Our first zulkir death at the hands of PCs! What is the world coming to?!? Join in some of the events for the campaign and find out!