Paths of Westholm

The Musings of a Mage - 008

Erlin Centerel is a lyer, probably a cultist, and I’m almost certain he is the reason Kyrim is no longer on the Prime Material.

The recent library raid ( in which I have only left to give Drig some reassurances in his current staring contest.. which is still going on!) has brought me to this conclusion.

Let me try to put this in order as best I can. One of the tomes I found in the off-limits archive are records of Erlin Centerel and his access to the Ascension sections… that combined with the later memory I stole from the sleeping memory of Master Furlin got me thinking.
Master Furlin remembers a very heated conversation with Centerel and his attempts to access the resources of Ascension magic.. this could be for a number of reasons but I believe I may have a hypothesis as to what the fuck is going on and it’s not good.

Centerel was either contacted by cultists of Urtgothoa, contacted them, created them or some other variation, but for some reason he colluded with them to sacrifice the entire city of Kyrem to the dark God.

He began to fund them. He had plenty of loot for this, and he helped them to build a lair in the basement of The Golden Goblet, and Inn located in his section of the city, the Glitter District. The Dark God however would need souls. The souls of the people of Kyrim. But in order to get these souls he would need them to be coaxed into the sacrifice willingly. He needed the masses to become desperate, so he did what he could to impoverish the city further. He withheld all of his donations to the needy . When I checked the public records him and Funge donated the least out of all of the merchant princes. Funge is a greedy, selfish fuck but at least he has changed his ways.. and I believe he may be a friend of Dimos Klar.

This is how it started. But Centerel needed to sacrifice the entire city. And he is far from a skilled magician. Divine magic may come easier for him, I do not know the way of such things, but he is no wizard… shit, he’s not even sorcerer material.

But he knew enough to go to the Scolera to figure out how best to do this. So he started researching matters most dark, and learned a little bit about the Damascus Engine. However, Firlin decided he was researching dangerous material and forbid him from further visits.

But Centerel had already learned what he needed to learn… there was a way to transport an entire city across the planes… The Damascus Engine! And more information could come from House Klar regarding that device.

But he couldn’t get that information from Dimos, or Keleran, but Avasta.. Oh that bitch he could buy! She sold out her masters. I’m sure he lied to her.. he most likely did not say. “Mistress Avasta, I would like to create this Machine so I can transport all of Kyrim to the realm of my dark God so I can sacrifice the city and elevate myself in her glory…” but she sold him what he wanted. Most likely half before he put it together, the later half afterwards… but I’m pretty sure we were there for the second ‘okay it worked now pay me’ meetings.

When we first met the Orphan Bard Niko Damascus it was right after Charlie (I think that was her name? Big tall blonde bitch that kept us from killing the cultists the FIRST time we met them because she knew EXACTLY where they were because she was on the same payroll as THEM!) was meeting Avasta. Why the fuck would Erlin Centerels first soldier be meeting Avasta in a GODDAMN BAR unless she was paying her off! And then that bitch RECOGNISED Niko!! Nobody recognises Niko and SHE DID!! Why? Because she knew he was the son of her masters partner and he might be a link back to the machine.. and we might figure some shit out!! There are probably four people in the whole city that don’t think Nikos last name and the name of the machine is a coincidence and that whore is ONE of them and she never told us.. in fact the bitch FORBID us (FORBID US) from accepting him in the group.

She acquiesed eventually but not without threatening that the lady would be displeased.. MEANWHILE she has us buying flowers for some kid while her partner in crime is burning down his estate!! (I still need to get that kid a rabbit)

So the plan may or may not have worked… we certainly aren’t in Urgothoas realm but that doesn’t mean she isn’t on her way here to eat us. Is this all part of the plan or did something go wrong? I don’t know.. maybe I’m way off here but it adds up. The only thing I need to discuss with the group is what to do next? Confront Avasta? Go straight to Erlin? Try to contact Dimos in my old library? Planar communication is tricky at best, and I think I know how the spell works… I have the silver mirror thanks to Drig. Damn, he’s still out there staring at that guy!! I could try to contact my old partner Marcus who ran the library with me… one of the smartest guys I know but damn was he lacking in the Wisdom department… and mean that guys WILLPOWER was LOW!! No Willpower that guy.. he would probably be easier to contact.

I’m also going to go over the Transmucomicon one more time and try to figure out how to create one of these orbs… Time to prepare some spells.

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The Musings of a Mage - 007

I don’t when I thought of it… maybe it was during our amatuer firefighters escepade earlier this night.. but something clicked. It’s not related to the events we are currently facing, but in a way I feel that this distraction has helped me to look at the fabric of the weave in a different light. However it came about, I need to head back to the room at the inn we all (yes, all of us) stayed in last night…. I need to record this new spell knowledge in my spellbook…

Concerning the matters that created the distraction from my true goals, we have relocated the young Prince of Flowers to the opulant Master Funge. The childs caretaker and a few personal staff seem to be all that remains from the fire that burned down his estate earlier… I will take the night to record my new discoveries in my spellbook, but need to discuss with Chevak if he discerns any fowl play regarding the blaze. Not that I believe he will be forthcoming with any information, but I feel the captain of the guard is beginning to warm up to us.

If there is nothing else my companions wish to attend to I think it wise to check in with House Klar and see how Lady Klar is doing.. it has been a day since I have seen her. Although I really do not know where are current priorities lie, the Monk/Sorcerer seems to be singularly minded in the murder of Dunnish, and although he got his (very expensive for a slave) robe back I feel he would choose to remain and watch the city fall apart in this plane if it meant the Dunnish would die as well… The Magus has lost the powerful sword she had, but maybe it was for the better? The thief leader held up his end of the bargain… surprisingly, and he seems like he would like to work with us.. for now. Nice that we didn’t have to kill him as planned.

We will see how things play out…. I need to get that kid a rabbit

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Journal of Drig: 8
In which save the life of a prince, and learn a magic number

9 Wolf-clan Dunnish in the city. I know where they are, and I know how many there are. Now begins the hunt, we will see how good a wolf is at being stalked.

That being said, Hi journal! So we have been in the city now for a little over a week and a half, its a good thing the clock in the city is keeping us on track of days, cause it’d be hard to know the time here without it.

I am excited, Late last night I finally retrieved my masters short robe which he gifted me to help with my transformation, I finally feel complete again! Also with the robe I finally was given a firm number of the Wolf-clan who I need to hunt and destroy. Nine. I hope my friends will help me hunt them down, but if not, I have hunted alone before I can again. Something tells me the little Dunnish girl will help me, she seems to dislike the murderers as much as I do.

The thieves were remarkably honest when they lead us to our belongings, while the man named Quelin (or Quelan, maybe Quelyn, who knows, spelling has never been my strong suite) is holding his word with us, I shall hold mine. However I shall watch him closely, he has tried to kill us before and likely will again, there is no honer among thieves.

We have slept, last night and this, in a new Inn, seeing as our orphan’s hide out is about as safe as sleeping on a giant target. We are getting messages sent to the bank seeing as there are no message centers in this ‘civilized’ town. When trying to reach the child prince we came to learn that his house was on fire. Not good!

We came there just in time to see the entire building up in flames. Recently I have felt like I had the power to negate elemental effects on myself if I wished, and I was able to extend that pain threshold to my friend Belian. Together we ran through the building and evacuated any survivors while the others pulled those on the roof (prince included) to safety.

Aside from a foolish man to jumped from the roof holding a loose rope end (silly man, you need to tie that to something) we saw no casualties.

We saved the princes, lodged him with Funge (who seems very happy we spread word of his generosity) and went back to the Inn to go to bed.

And now I am writing this!

-Drig

P.S. We stuck all of the princes servants in the orphans hide out, boy he’s gonna be surprised when he finds them there.

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Journal of Drig: 7
In which we sleep in a sewer, and move to a tower

Hello,

Wow, I am so happy I am no longer having to concentrate on that little red ball any more, I gave it to our little warrior woman and she used it to tunnel our way out of the cave in! I helped though. Initially I was telling her what I knew about magic, but she made it clear to me that I would be best helping if I was just quiet…

Anyway after we got out we wandered around in a sewer that was FILLED with exploding rocks, arrows and slime monsters… I’m gonna glaze over the boring parts, suffice to say we took a really good nap to get our strength up, AND Belian and myself got to play the awesome Rock tossing game again! We used it to see if there were more fireballs waiting for us.

Once we got out we tried going back into our Inn, but someone had threatened the Inn keeper, so we had to leave (Dunnish bastards) and while we were walking home we were being scried on by magic orbs floating in the sky! After thoroughly wrecking a city block (what with webbing, our singing man feigning a heart attack, and Belian pretending to be a flying machine on top of a building) we realized we could not find any information about what was following us. Tough break for us.

Well we got together back at the singing mans home (it is literally sadder than some of the ditches I have lived in) and arranged a meeting with the thieves guild who stole the blueprints for the machine we saw. Oh yah, almost forgot, the thieves guild killed that blacksmith everyone liked so much (even though she tried to kill me) and stole her blueprints and my robe. So we are gonna see about getting these objects back so we can fix the floating cities predicament (hah! I am using big words now, Minzo has been teaching me!)(he is also teaching me about run on sentences).

Anyway, the little halfling was less than helpful, demanding things of us, which we had rightfully obtained. and we also found out our ninja friend had released the thief we have been dealing with from prison… not cool.

-Drig

P.S. Oh yah, people kept talking about some secret prince, yadda yadda… magic and the such… rag man… people really spend too much time talking about unimportant thing like princes and stopping me from hunting down and killing the Dunnish…

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Journal of Drig: 6
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball

Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Don’t think of puppy I saved,
Shit, Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I wonder where he is right now?,
Probably playing with the stick I gave him,
Damn, Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I hate the Dunnish,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I mean only the wolf people,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I wonder where they are right now,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
probably punching puppies,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
poor puppies, they deserve better than Dunnish punches,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Little Sword girl is waking up,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Wow that fight was rough,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
stupid priests,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
don’t like priests,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Bet they like the Dunnish,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I’m gonna kill that stupid thief who got away,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
3 times he’s gotten away,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Dunnish,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Then Thief,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Then Priests,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Then me and Dog gonna have some fun,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Not that kinda fun,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
I knew what you were thinking singing man,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Sick singing man,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball,
Concentrate on Shiny Red Ball.

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The Musings of a Mage - 006

We are trapped in a cave in. A most unfortunate situation. Luckily Drigg has somewhat of a training in magical aptitude, and has been able to utilize the gem left behind to keep us safely enclosed in the energy sphere the cultists created… so in the elimination of THAT threat we have succeeded.
Our venture into the sewers yielded the results we desired. After a brief encounter with the puddings and sludges that dwell down here we were able to find the cultists base. I also believe we have found the machine that may or may not have transported us here.
The bad thing is, well, the cave in. After disposing of the demon possessed leader of the group the thieves we met down here came and triggered some explosives previously set in the room. I could have flew up to safety in the machinery, but unfortunately Tess was unconscious and I needed to carry her to the safety of the group. The ring the elves have given me excludes the need of food and water, and only requires I sleep two hours a day, although I need a full eight hours or rest and meditation to restore energy needed for spellcasting, however the lack of oxygen could well be the end of us if we do not find a way out quickly… I hope Drigg can hold on.
I never did find out if Morgust was in Kyram.

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The Musings of a Mage - 005

I have found a blueprint. I believe a blueprint that could shed some more light on our current situation. Whether
this is the design for the instrument that brought us here or some other form of engineering, I believe it is a key
to getting Kyram returned to the realms. We have struck a deal with the shopkeeper that holds onto the blueprints, and
I will be allowed to copy them as soon as we return from the sewers…. Luckily we were jumped by some thieves, and
their arrogant leader knew of a place in the undercity to start our search for the cultist we believe to be residing there.
I have relayed as best I can the path he took to the shopkeepers assistant, who is proving to be a quite adept member
of our party. I hope the path proves safe, since I took the memory from him directly after he proved to be quite
unaccomodating, and only imparted it second hand to the young rogue….

With luck though, we start to make headway… as magic is fading from the lost city. Lady Klar has fallen ill, a result of her
constant dependancy on the arcane winds. Or at least that is what we are led to believe, and I can follow that line
of reasoning. Although I will do what I can to ascertain the truth of this as well.

We have also revisited Florians Flowers, and purchased a second boquette for the grieving Pelitrol. We will see if this
grants us the audience that House Klar wants us to have.

A second riot was also quelled yesterday, and without the assistance of Niko Damascus the Orphan Bard of Kyram it
went rather well.

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Journal of Drig: 5
In which we stop a riot, and lower the public nudity standards of the city

Do you remember that guy that tried to rob me a while back? I mean I barely do either, but he sure remembered me!

That’s right, that crossbow toting thief attempted to rob me again, but this time he has a whole group of other crossbow toting thieves with him. When we were walking home from the fat mans house they decided to stop us on a bridge and try and kill us!

Not cool.

Well suffice to say, we effectively killed them, most of them, actually only a couple, the majority of them we just stripped naked and left on the bridge, and we took the one really fancy one and talked to him in our inn.

Actually the fight was kinda cool. Stompy Mc Stomp Stomp got kept trying to hit the fancy sword man, even though they didn’t hit each other very often. Then when the fancy man finally fell down, he grew REALLY big and proved his name by stepping on the other cross bow people on his side of the bridge.

The little magic sword girl sparkled and looked really scary! But sadly the crossbow people weren’t as intimidated as I was, so she had to shoot them to teach them a lesson. The nice-ninja disappeared, poked a couple of the thieves, then disappeared again and kept our giant stomp machine alive.

On my side of the bridge my wizard friend (actually best friend, I think we’ve known each other long enough now to say that) made a big hole in the ground, then started throwing people in it, I heard screaming, so something tells me it was not happy for them!

I held my own, but boy, those guys liked sneaking behind me and stabbing me, which is not cool, so I ran back and had singing man heal me so that I could better kill the shooty men. The singing man got a good shot in with his crossbow as well!

Like I said, fun fight, on my way back to the inn the singing man kept trying to tell me that he didn’t in fact sing, just played is instrument and ‘pretended’ to be people… Which is cool, but I don’t believe him, I’m pretty sure he sings.

Anyway, the fancy sword man was tied to a chair in my friends room and we slept there with him. He tried to get out… which wasn’t very smart, our ninja ties good knots. and in the morning we asked him a bunch of questions and my smart friend went into his MIND! I KNOW! The thief was all “you need me, give me my sword” (he talked very evenly and quietly) and we were like “nu uh, we stole your memory”, then singing man was all “OH MY! I know you!” and he was all “maybe, give me my sword” than me and Stompy were all, PUNCH! Man, good times.

Anyway, we turned him into the guards, went to talk to magic lady (she wasn’t there, apparently she’s all saggy right now) then decided we were going to go into the sewers again! Finally! When we came across ANOTHER riot. This city has no discipline, they wouldn’t survive a second in the slave mines.

I yelled at them, told them to get into lines, then I told them to thank the fat man for the food, then we went on our way. Man it’s easy dealing with people when you don’t laugh at them.

-Drig

p.s. singing man isn’t with us right now… I think he left to find treasure, kept talking about booty calling him… strange singing man.

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The Musings of a Mage - 004

We have encountered Niko the Urchin Bard of Kyrim. He is a boisterous young lad, and seems to have a stronger sense of self purpose than anything else, but has tagged along to help us in our quests… more so to aggravate the House of Wonder’s mistress by my vote than anything else. I do appreciate the assistance from their end, but I am tiring of being played against warring politicians when I feel the ever impending end of Kyrim (and those living here) draws nearer….
He did help with purchasing the flowers for Sergi Pelitrol.. sort of. Which is yet another move that House Klar set up, one more mission that seems to be a nice distraction from investigating the sewers.
Our most recent assignment was to investigate a magical presence in the House of Funge, the source of which turning out to be a chest: one that was delivered by none other than Madame Klar’s ‘missing’ husband!. Which poses many questions in and of itself…. I believe I have struck a deal that should serve to keep both Klar and Funge happy however, until we open this thing and find out if anyone is playing us false. Which I am most certainly we are… so for now House Klar can not know we found the chest, only that we were repelled from Funge by a botched attempt to pose as minstrels. She will most likely tell me it was the fault of using Niko, which I can accept and hope to stall. I will tell her I will send our ninja, perhaps, next time alone. Mainly because he was busy scouting the place while we were getting ‘caught’ and feel it’s a good way to placate her necessary…
We also met with Cinterel, who seems to be the only person in town shooting straight dice. I fully understand the irony of that statement…. however he did interrupt us while we were on the verge of chasing down some of the cultists under the Golden Cup, only to let us know that these cultists ‘may’ or ‘may not’ have ‘accidentally’ or ‘on purpose’ were (in)directly responsible for our situation. In my opinion that is more than enough information to lead a forced investigation to the basement of the Golden Cup, and see what there is to find out….

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Journal of Drig: 4
In which we start a riot and play the rock tossing game

Well. We seem to have picked up another friend! He keeps claiming he is a good singer and is known around town… but everyone seems to dislike him… He even started a riot just by trying to talk to people. Also every time he tries to smile he just ends up making people upset with him…

Oops, I’m ahead of myself again. Anyway, after we left the inn (some weird lady told us to stop… something about killing the only people able to get us out… I somehow doubt that though… something tells me they were only tools in the incident, the mastermind has yet to me found!) And we went home and went to bed!

I’m glad we went back to our normal inn, it is comfortable. Also it is not full of people trying to kill us, that’s a big plus as well.

The next morning we woke up and went down into the common room to hear this little scrawny man singing at the front of the hall. Afterwords, he wanted to talk to us. Apparently he’d been following us and he feels he can help! He seemed nice, and very confident (even if later he didn’t really seem to live up to his boasts). The wizard did some talking afterwords and we decided to infiltrate the fat mans house! Apparently there is a HUGE magic flux emanating from it, and that is very suspect.

On our way there the signing man started a riot… I kid you not, a full blown riot. I’m pretty sure some people died. But it makes it seem more obvious that there is a food shortage. Everyone was screaming at the dick-ish commander guy for food, and he was like “nope, don’t got none” Then singing man was like, “no bring whatever you got out here, I wanna show it to the poor people so they see what they cant have” Low blow. Then when the commander brings out a barrel full of potatoes He starts laughing! LAUGHING at the poor. Man I’ll tell you I had to carry that man to safety, how else where we going to trick our way into the fat mans house if he died.

Luckily my monk friend decided to throw the potatoes into the crowd, in order to qualm the riot before it got out of hand. I’ll tell yah, those guards are gonna need some help keeping order in the city before too long… Might start having to kill the poor just to keep order in the city. I wonder if I can convince them the wolf-men are riot rousers…

Anyway, we pretended to be a music troupe in order to entertain the fat man while the ninja I like tried to find anything suspect in the house. That worked about as well as you would expect, so me and the monk started beating the crap out of his guards. Let just say between his feet, my spit, the little ones sword, and the wizards brain, they didn’t stand much of a chance. So the fat man is willing to give his food to the city (that’ll calm down the poor people, which is good, its no fun killing poor people) and we found a magic box we cant open.

So all in all, good day.

-Drig

p.s. Me and the monk have an AWESOMELY entertaining new dance! we should infiltrate with it more often!

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