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Crown of Souls: Part 6 - Radaga's Curse
Imagine the worse thing that could happen to us without us actually dying. Go on, take a moment.
This is probably worse...
As we know from two gaming sessions ago, we managed to sneak around in Domini's place, rescue Chance, rescue our stuff, and rescue the (what we thought was) the crown without any combat or major confrontations. Then we hightailed it to Tel-Akbar.
We returned the silver daggers to Isan of Lathidus, and spoke with Viceroy Norn about our present situation. He bid us speak with him at Valorian Castle next time we were through there. We also spoke with Lord Railamon, high chaplain of Arden in Tel-Akbar.
Which brings us to last night....
We had translated the papers we stole from Loren, a large bit of information which Rando will mail out, since he just read it to us. High points are that the crown was made by an evil sorcerer named Daglan, who is trying to come back, the soul of daglan is trapped in the crown, along with a possibly elvin soul as well. Somehow, the return of Daglan is related to the death of his heirs. The crown seems to increase intelligence, vitality, and also to provide some protection from poisons among other things.
We opened the box we took from Loren's lab, and it was indeed the crown. A this point, we decided to go to Radaga's to destroy her. Unfortunately, we were unable to fold there. Instead we folded to the clearing north of Shalost and were promptly attacked by ice demons who nearly killed us.
Continuing on to Radaga's, we found instead of her lands, a rolling grass plain (strangely with no snow)..entering it, we found that we weren't in the Crescent Mountains anymore.
Entering it and turning around, the snow covered forest we left was nowhere in sight. We can't travel to Tel-Akbar. There is a line of goblyns, twenty ranks deep stretching as far as the eye can see here. They look pretty damn real.
We dreamed of a church that night.
Continuing on, we found a village ringed by skeletons. Eventually, we got inside.
We made it to the church, where we fireballed a bunch of undead at the door. Sneaking inside, we fought our wary to the sanctuary. Amassed were many undead sitting in the pews and several robed figures at the from performing some evil ceremony. In a preemptive strike, I shot a fireball . Unfortunately, it bounced off a wall of force and nuked the fuck out of us....
Everything turned around and laughed at us... Radaga came forward, blabbed for a bit and cursed us.
"A thousand years and a thousand more, I shall send you back to a dark time and place where you shall never bother me again." Or something like that.
Then everything went fuzzy and we were standing in a snow drift. Fortunately, Taren cast protection from evil, and we still have the crown with us. Mounted horsemen from the Eastern Empire just rode up and have agreed to escort us to the nearest village. It appears that we have been hurled 2420 years into the past, during the height of the Ilerth wars.
Apparently we're about 100 miles from Aden's Keep. This is a border patrol of the Royal Sephina or something. The sun has yet to rise.
-Theodophilus, Bringer of ill tidings.
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