Fractured World

It has only begun

“Interesting, you have had quite an adventure Mortish. I see you have put to good use to what I taught you.” “Oh, no, Master that was nothing compared to what we have fight in the…” “Never mind that. Those days have long past. Tell me what happened next.” “Well, we finally found our way to the Keep. The air was cold and damp. But I still felt the dark presence of the shadowfell. I could feel the dead squirming underneath my feet. As we descended into the darkness I could hear squeaking.

By the time I realized what was happening one of ours had fallen into a pit full of ravenous rats and the rest of us were fighting goblins.” “Goblins, what were they doing there?” “They were guarding the keep. Their masters obviously never anticipated our arrival or they would put up better defenses. We quickly disposed of the guards and found there goblin leader. Unfortunately our gnome killed him before we could get any information from him” “Bah, gnomes trust them to lead with blade before thought.” “It mattered not. He was cowering and begging for his life. Even after attempting to kill us. If Stargleam hadn’t done it I probably would have.” “But of course. Bringing down the proud is one of your commandments. And then?” “And then things began get complicated.

We had found a dungeon still in use. After a lengthy battle with its occupants our goliath Sorob and elf Elyssia were badly wounded. Kriv proving his dragonborn ferocity found himself in combat, drench in his enemy’s blood. ”“What happened to the two others that fought along with you on the road?” “We hadn’t seen them since the night before.” “And what of the gnome, where was he, hiding behind his illusions I suppose.” “On the contrary his fighting skills were more developed then I had initially evaluated. He managed to wrestle an enemy twice his side into an iron maiden. However, that is when he decided summon an uncontrollable ice creature. The beast devoured everything in its path into an icy death. Even fire could harm it. During the last few moments of the battle I found a goblin locked away in a cell. I thought he might be of use to use, and decided to let him out under restraints. After we realized we couldn’t deal with the ice beast we abandoned the dungeon in hopes that if would not follow and devour the last goblin. It was only by the skin of our teeth that survived it.”

“And after what did the goblin you save say.” “Well I tried convincing him that the only way to survive this was to align with us and divulge all he knew of the keep. However, he was too scared of me talk. Kriv suggested we just get rid of him, but Nanfoodle manage to calm him down. He knew only of a dig site and that the keep continued below. Nanfoodle was able to convince him to follow my plan to attack the dig site.” “What did you find there?” “We found a lot of dirt and a short fight. We did, however, find a holy symbol. We decided Sorob could use it. Afterwards we decided to descend further into the Keep. We found more futile resistance. Whilst the others explored a series of hallways, Kriv and I came against a dozen of the undead. We quickly dispatched them back to where they came from. When we regrouped with our compatriots we learned that they had lost the goblin I found in the cell. However in order to keep moving we followed the path Kriv and I began.

A little south of where we fought the undead we found a dozen sarcophagi. Were heard scratching and clamoring.” “Did you open them?” “We tried but we couldn’t open them. They seem to be sealed by something. Regardless of what kept them closed they quickly flung open on their own. Nanfoodle had triggered a trap. Once again putting our lives in unnecessary peril. Wave after wave of skeletons came out of the crypts. Lunging themselves at us with ferocious vigor. We were fortunate that they weren’t experienced fighters. However, as we were almost consumed in the horde. I heard Stargleam reciting something. After that the skeletons fell to pieces.” “That gnome almost getting all of you killed only to become the hero.” “Hahaha, I thought of that myself. But he does have his uses outside of combat.”

“How so?” “Well after we defeated the skeletons we found ourselves in the next room. Where we were greeted by a ghostlike figure of the keep’s past guardian. And Nanfoodle acted as our voice. The guardian spoke about the keeps past and of the evil that was present. After a few more words he gave his sword to Sorob and sent us on our way. After we left we found ourselves deeper in the keep and our elf Elyssia found a secret room not far from the path the guardian tolled us would lead us to the lower levels of the keep.” “Ahh the elves, now there lies a noble race. Capable and alert. Some even strong enough to endure psionic training.” “Why so much praise master?” “Well I’ve never told you this but my own master was an eladrin. And the eladrin are cousin to the elf and thus by relation they have earned my respect.”

“Well as I was saying she was able to find a secret room which turned out to be an old armory with only a carving at the edge of the inner wall. It seemed emptied. Only it wasn’t. A booming voice proposed to us a question. And it was ‘A wondrous treasure, valued by all, sought by many. Found in both victory and defeat, Yet never at the bottom of a treasure chest. It marches before you like a herald, and lives long after you are gone. Of what do I speak?” “And how did you fair?” “Well the riddle was easy to answer it was of course honor. I should know I am Deva. And thus was angel before that and even in battle of cosmic proportions there is no greater reward then Honor.” “I see you still hold your previous life close.” “Close enough to give me resolve, but not enough to hold me back. In either case we were rewarded by the voice with magical armor. As you can see it has seen many battles since I first wore it. But I digress. After we took rest and regained our strength we were again greeted by battle.

This time we met hobgoblin flesh with steel. Our battle with them was long. Sorob and Kriv slashed and hacked their way through flesh and bone. And our little elf became more beast then elf.” “How so?” “Well for starters she made it a habit of turning into large ferocious beast, particularly giant brown bears. She then clawed her way through her foes like they were parchment. However towards the end of the fight she did show a more compassionate side to a spider. ” “What did she do? Did decide not to step on it?” “No she decided calm it down and take control over it. Of course, control over a spider may not seem like much, but that only applies to spiders that aren’t as large as a full grown horse.” “By the goddess Ioun. Ha. Only an elf would think of making friends such a beast.” “Yes, well after what I have seen from her. It didn’t really surprise me.” “And what of the battle?”

“After collecting our small friend out of a well, Kriv, Sorob and I sent the last of hobgoblins to meet there end. The last one was mine. No pun intended but after I hit him with a psionic blast, he fell for me. He died right at my feet.” “Incredible, your powers have grown much. And it seems you are nowhere near the end of this tale.” “I’m afraid not my old friend.” “Well you must continue then, tell me how it ends, before my strength leaves these old bones.” “All in due time, but I believe we are no longer alone. Can’t you sense those pondering thoughts” “Ahh yes, fairly simple ones at that. But I sense no threat from it.” “Yes, I agree. But as they say if walls grow ears then your words must our find new tongues. Do you still remember what I passed on to you of my native language?” “Of course I do. I’m old not senile.” “Hahaha. Very well then as I was saying…… [Incomprehensible sounds after that.] Fg kjndfoqklthe o aslqo aopsklag lkaslnalmcnm,xa qtoqlweu welo qoiweoq woqweoetuiqwoituio lkl;kkl;kljasdlk lweqwtuthe onf weqoqwe…..…” – An overheard conversation by an unknown listener.

Shock and Awe
“…When a commander engages in battle, he should be advised to not necessarily cling to traditional methods in war. The skilled commander learns to improvise, as does his troops. To illustrate this point we reference one of the most popular battles in the Nentir Vale of the last few decades.
The adventurer’s had left the town on an errand of their own. Little did we know that they were pursuing a quest that would affect us all so. At the beginning of their trip they ran into kobolds, nasty little things. It was an ambush that would have taken anyone of lesser skill.
The battle began with the dragonborn Kriv noticing the kobolds lying in wait. In a testament to the honor and loyalty of dragonborn Kriv launched himself at the nearest kobolds, or so it seemed, from the tales told he had actually noticed a magical mine that the kobolds had gotten a hold of. It was at this trap that Kriv launched himself into to alert the rest of the party to the danger, doing this despite the hazard to his health and the shell shock such devices seem to cause.
Within moments the rest of the adventurers had realized what was happening and the battle began in earnest. Another of the mines was triggered by Mordish, and the shardmind known as Ziny dealt massive waves of damage to all the kobolds in the area. By the end of the battle one of the mines had been thrown as a grenade by Kriv and Nanfoodle the gnome bard of renown had managed to talk a kobold into having his mind melted with a handshake.

What’s important for the military man to take away from this excerpt is the improvisation we see. Most soldiers will do all they can to avoid mines, but we see daring here and a caring for other members of the squad to alert them to the danger of such traps, also the use of a stationary explosive as a thrown weapon is unheard of in the field of war…
…the outrageous notion that a warrior has no need of diplomacy or social skills is ludacris. We see this proven by the oft overlooked section in which Nanfoodle StarGleam talked an enraged kobold into a calm state before attacking his enemy’s inferior intellect and causing a total mental breakdown in his foe…" – Excerpt from Unorthodox: A Guide to Modern Warfare
Kobold Bowling
“It’s been many years since I made that fateful journey along the King’s Road (See

Nyrthanium, Places and Interesting Locations for more information). It is one of
the stories that always brings a smile to my face, even as I pen this so many years
later. It reminds me of the joys of starting out on a fresh new adventure, and it
is this joy and excitement at the beginning that is the light that helps us walk
through the dark…..
…We had left the The Sleeping Dragon (See Nyrthanium,
Places and Interesting Locations for more information) a few hours after daybreak
following the attack by the thugs. The people they were after did not strike me at
first as the kind that the prophecies (see Prophecies of Edgrammond for more
information) would speak of, let that be a lesson to us all, never judge a
situation on looks alone. After gathering a few more individuals to aid us in
reaching Winterhaven (See Nyrthanium, Places and Interesting
Locations for more information) we had travelled for a few hours when we were set
upon by a group of kobolds (See Creatures and Beings of Nyrthanium for more
Five kobolds rushed out at us from behind the rocks when Zinny, a creature of the
race known as Shardminds, destroyed one of them with his psychic attack. The
Dragonborn Kriv charged at another one as Elissia took on another still. Within moments the field and road were swallowed up in fog, a psionic field, and a blinding flash of light created by Sorob(who subsequently blinded himself with said light). I heard yells and screams, in draconic and in common, but I was never in doubt that we
would prevail. My opinion was confirmed as I witnessed a kobold being picked up and
flung over fifty feet by the sheer force of will of Mordish our Deva psion. Rolling through the air the kobold came within inches of Kriv but somehow missed him.
However the other kobold standing next to the Dragonborn exploded almost
simultaneously into a pile of blood and gore, most of which wound up upon the
Dragonborn. When I later asked Mordish what he had meant in shouting “strike” at
that moment, that was the first time I’d heard of the game known in some places as Bowling (for more about bowling see the text Nyrthanium: Games and Recreation)…" – Excerpt from the
Memoroirs of the Archmage Elliot

The Night of Pincushion and Empty Ale Mugs

“I don’t know what happened exactly. I wasn’t there. BUT, I got me a reliable source. ‘E was there, ’E saw what happened.
’Corrding to him, they were in the Sleepin’ Dragon. You know that place I’m sure, everyone ‘round these parts does. Anyways, it’s a quiet night, well quiet as it could be in a place like that, HeHe. There were a lot of regulars there that night, and a few new faces. Well these two guys walk in as I hear it, they were lookin’ for trouble of some kind the way they was looking around an’ all. A few minutes later these other guys come in with an elf. My buddy says he ‘eard ’em shout summin’ and point at a few of the patrons. That’s when the Abyss itself broke loose.
My buddy hid, but he saw what ‘appened to them guys that came in causing trouble. This weird creature, looked like crystals he says, HA! A CRYSTAL MAN! Can you believe such nonsense? I still think he must’a been drunker than ‘e says. Anyway he says this creature blew up one of the men that comes in. And then an elf girl runs past ’im and is chased by this other guy. He sees her poke him full of arrows an’ as he looks at the rest of the group that walked in he seems ‘em get swalled up by this fog that comes outta nowhere. So now he can’t see anythang but he hears these guys shouting. Before he knows which way to turn he says, he sees that elf that comes in, getting hacked at by a dwarf, and then boom! He’s gone in a flash of white light!
Next thing he knows he hears swearing across the main room and looks in time to see this guy all full of arrows trying to throw an axe at the elf girl. Next thing you know, BAM!, a mug flies off the the counter and smashes the guy in the face! He falls flat, dead, stiffer than a straight shot of any Dwarven liquor I’ve ever had. My friend says he even saw the Raven Queen herself show up!
I’m only tellin’ ya this ‘cause you seem like a good fellow in need of a good story. I don’t know if it’s all true, but between my guy and the other folks who was there, including old Brennan hisself, I know a good chunk of it is. One thing we all can agree on those, is that we gots to raise a toast to that gnome that saved the day. He was the real hero of that night, everyone agrees that it was ’im that took on all them thugs, even if the elf girl and crystal man helped. TO NANFOODLE!” – Testimony of Obidaron, Farmer near Winterhaven in the Nentir Vale, Testimony taken at Wrafton’s Inn

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