The Saga of Tristan Wolfe.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 GM, 4 posts
Wed 16 Aug 2017
at 18:15
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The Broken tower has come to be your home over the years. Much of it remains sunken, swallowed up by the ever present Swamp. The exterior is draped in green and brown mosses that cling to the grey brick that continues to defy the ravages of the swamp and drizzly weather. It was perhaps a keep of some sort in its heyday. Its dungeon layers entirely flooded. But the upper floors and a singular tower has survived relatively unscathed. The interior is lit by globules of light that casts a slight eerie green sheen across the surface of everything. Undead specters roam the corridors wailing on occasion as they play out fitful scenes of their last moments of the massacre that claimed the keep. Undead servants creak and move through the halls with unwavering purpose. Resurrected swamp trolls stand guard ever ready to drive back the more dangerous creatures that lurk within the swamps.

Within the keep there is a sprawl of dormitories, a variety of alchemical laboratories and font of power that sits upon ley line energies. All readily accessible. Only the upper most floors of the tower are off limits to the students that call the keep their home.

There are four student necromancers in total that have all heard the disembodied voice of Master Kevros, urging them, guiding them. Like you they were drawn inexorably to the secrets of the swamp. What they found waiting was a place free to study the very stuff of life, death , undeath and the alchemy of eternal life. Kevros was strict but fair, everything done to exacting standards.

But your time has now come to an end. You face the final trial. The creation of a Wraith.

                                                           



The room was ready, the black candles were lit, the incense burners smoked in their holders.

The other Students sat watching in silent judgement. All wrapped in plain brown robes, gleaming eyes mirrored in candlelight; thoughts likely filled with hopes of your failure.

Kevros as usual stood tall. Some how having a looming presence even with his reed thin body. Dark eyes gleamed expectantly. His robes were ornate, a dark stained purple in colour with slithering symbols of sickly green moving across the surface of the fabric. Around his shoulders he wore decorative raven feathers which softly fluttered as he moved.

He gestured with long fingers at the slab of stone, which was prepared with ritual instruments and a carefully laid out Spine and ribcage. All the ingredients to create a Wraith were now at hand.

“Are you ready?” Kevros asked in a sharp tone that was edged with something demanding. “Do not fail me at this stage.”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 4 posts
Wed 16 Aug 2017
at 19:07
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan had been preparing himself for this day for months, the indications that his time in the keep was coming to an end growing ever more obvious. He didn't know what his final task would be so he simply studied all of his fundamentals and hoped he was proficient enough to pass his masters test.

A Wraith was a fairly complex undead to create. A being that bordered between the material and immaterial. It could be a powerful servant or a deadly opponent, sometimes both if their master was too weak of will. All the same he had to empty his mind of such thoughts and work solely on constructing the wraith.

He had been provided with an array of ritual tools as well as components. First he scrutinized the tools with his magical senses. As he had expected his master or perhaps one of the other students had cursed several of the tools. He undid their curses and then turned to the ritual components. The spine was from a human given its shape and size, they were still rather young from the appearance of their bones and the lack of abrasions from a hard life. The ribcage was clearly from a totally different person, a woman and most likely considerably older.

He would need to take into account their intrinsic natures in his ritual lest the corporeal components reject each other. Turning to the ritual area he scrutinized the basic ritual circle, intended to keep out interference from outside parties. He noticed that one section seemed unusual and when he looked closer it was drawn not with chalk but bone dust. Any rebound that the ritual had would blow the dust away, breaking the circle and potentially loose the wraith on Tristan. It seemed that his master wanted to stress his policy of never trusting someone blindly.

He removed the section and redraw it himself. He then began to lay out the actual ritual array. A purifying circle to increase the efficiency of the basic circle's filtering effect. This drew scoffs from Cain but he ignored them. He then moved on to his warding circle, intended as a second line of defense in the event something went wrong.

Nina spoke up.

"Afraid you'll fail I see. Pathetic."

Kevaros didn't speak in his defense but simply stood silently as Tristan worked. Finally, came the construction pentagram. In four of the corners he drew elemental circles as well as placed ritual items to anchor the concepts. He moved the corporeal components into the center and stood at the top point, his athame at the ready.

"Reach beyond the gates of the Underworld."

He ran the blade across his hand.

"Heed my command and return to this mortal plane."

He held it out and allowed blood to fall on the circle, a purple-green light rising up from the pentagram.

"I summon thee, spirit of the dead. Answer me for I am Tristan!"

A disembodied mass of spirits rose from the ground within the pentagram and began to writhe aimlessly, contained within Tristan's ward.

The blood began to flow towards the warding circle and formed another circle around it.

"For I am the cauldron of the soul, the alchemist of life. Be cleaned in my presence and reforged by will. Heed me and take form."

He repeated this three times, each time the ring of blood growing magically widen until on the third chant it burst into etheric flames and the writhing souls became one homogeneous mass of spiritual energy. Using a series of hand gestures, Tristan infused this energy into the corporeal components and gave it form by shaping it with his will.

Assuming everything went properly he would have a perfectly formed Wraith to command.
Narrator
 GM, 6 posts
Thu 17 Aug 2017
at 06:31
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
With the culmination of words, gestures, blood and will the atmosphere in the ritual chamber changed. A haunting cold from beyond manifested and stretched out for warm life; ready to snatch it away. The candles were snuffed out with an almost violence that partially darkened the room. The edges of the circle were tested by a probing mass of frigid roiling darkness that swirled like a black tornado taking the spine and rib cage with it. The vortex of black tendrils suddenly reached  out for Tristan. The inscriptions held against the assault, glowing a dull purple in retaliation that caused the mass to shrink back to the cage of bone. The shadows roiled again as if in confined torment seeking escape.

Nina could be heard to sneer, but it held a jealous anger. She was no doubt scowling beneath her hooded robe.

The Spine and ribcage floated up off the altar, and started to turn black as if licked by flames. The bone then crumbled into a still visible shape as a humanoid body took shape. A distorted female face with a skull like appearance started to appear, seemingly missing a lower jaw but shrieking all the same as if freshly murdered. Tendrils like long wavy hair moved as if buffeted by an eternal wind .A glint of purple glowing eyes could now be seen, an intellect working behind them.  Clawed hands took shape and flexed. The lower body of the thing remained like an ever moving pillar of shadow.

The cold receded but could be felt coming off the wraith. It looked around studying everything silently. Then looked to its hands and asked in a hiss of otherworldly female whispers, “What have you done? Why am I here?” It flexed its claws once more as if it already knew the answer.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 5 posts
Thu 17 Aug 2017
at 14:21
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan kept his mind focused on the task and his emotions dampened. Lowering the athame to his side he spoke in firm and resolute voice.

"Heed me spirit. I am Tristan, your master. I have forged you from the Underworld. You shall serve as my Wraith."
Narrator
 GM, 7 posts
Thu 17 Aug 2017
at 15:41
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The wraith seemed to shudder as binding words were spoken. It let out an enraged hiss then seemed to nod solemnly. “Yes Master,” was all it said in a subdued  tone. The wraith drifted from atop the altar and stalked closer to Tristan as if testing the new form.

Kevros’ expression betrayed nothing. He gave a momentary nod. “Acceptable,” he said. Then he began uttering his own words. Incantations split the air, "Khetsaram sula qaziem suh soth!"  With each unknown word spoken the Wraith seemed to wince and writhe. The claws seemed to to darken as if afflicted  by some kind of green coating that smelled strongly of rot.

“Now then,” Kevros said. “Before you go you will need some soul potentiate to take with you.” He turned slightly and pointed straight at Nina. “She will do.”

Nina’s eyes went wide with a slow to dawn horror. The other two students got up and moved away from Nina in haste, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever came next.

Kevros turned to look at her. “I suggest you defend yourself my dear.”

Nina glowered straight at Tristan as she shot up from her seat. Near instantly psychic force moved to assault Tristan’s mind with specters of horror and a sense of doom at his inevitable defeat.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 7 posts
Thu 17 Aug 2017
at 16:33
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was shocked for a moment at what Kavros was doing. Not only did he loose some unknown spell against his newly created wraith but he commanded him to harvest the soul of one of his fellow students. He had never been very attached to Nina, if anything she was a thorn in his side. Perhaps one day, some time later, they would have had to fight but he wasn't planning that for a few decades at the earliest.

This was impromptu at best but he was sure Kevaros had his reasons, as he did with everything. Still his contemplation of the situation gave Nina an opportunity to begin launching her psychic attacks against him. She filled his mind with spectral horrors and deep sense of foreboding, a sensation of his inevitable death.

Sadly, this meant nothing to Tristan. He was the child born in death, raised in hate, and forged in pain. He had seen horrors all his life and Kevaros' teachings had elevated him above his baser fears of death. Not that Nina could have known any of this as he kept his personal life to himself and they never bothered to ask.

"Wraith I name thee Eva. Be bound by my blade and destroy me enemies!"

With that he held up his athame, a glyph of the name Eva burning itself into the metal. He then used his foot to break the circles containing his wraith.
Narrator
 GM, 9 posts
Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 09:15
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Nina had a dumbfounded look on her face. As if she could not quite believe her mental assault could be so easily resisted. She found she had run up against a wall built of hate and pain and there was no conquering it! She threw up her arms and made a familiar hand gesture, dark energy coalescing within her grasp.

But it was too late, the moment the circle was broken the newly named Wraith, Eva moved like liquid smoke, closing the distance in a matter of mere moments. The wraith was on her. It lifted an over sized clawed hand above its head and slashed diagonally down. There was a sound of ripping cloth and shredded muscle tearing. Nina let out an agonised scream as she was hit with enough force to send her off her feet and back against the wall, hard enough she cracker her head. Hot blood leaked across the ritual chambers floor from deep wounds. Nina lay in a crumpled mess letting out a barely alive pained moan. The wraith let out a noise of rage and seemed to just continually slash at Nina in a relentless blood frenzy.

The other two necromancers watched with a look of respect and fear as if the Wraith may be let loose on them at Kevros’ command.

Kevros in contrast had his eyes closed, a rare chilling smile on his face as the sounds of ripping meat filled the chamber.

He held a simple soul cage in his hand.  It looked like a cylindrical cage made of some kind of rare black metal that was etched with runes that Tristan would recognise.

The wraith continued the assault with the same frenzy, leaving behind an unrecognizable corpse but even then it did not stop. The glowing light of a white soul lifted from the corpse and was dragged into the waiting soul cage with a lamenting wail. Kevros snapped it shut, his eyes opening once more. He nodded slowly at Tristan and turned his attention to the other two necromancers who showed clear fear now.

“Clear out Nina’s room, take whatever you want of hers, do so quickly I am expecting a guest.

Kevros turned again towards Tristan looking once more solemn and thoughtful. He offered the soul cage freely. “You have done well. I feel you are ready now to go into the world to forge your own path.”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 8 posts
Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 19:53
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
"Eva return to me."

With that he turned his attention to Kevaros who held a soul cage containing Nina's disembodied soul.

"Thank you, Master, but I must ask. Why did you instruct me to kill Nina?"

He didn't much care for her but it was so unusual. It almost seemed defeatist to train her for all these years just to have her murdered as a part of his initiation.
Narrator
 GM, 10 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 01:50
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Eva broke away from the remnants of Nina. It returned besides Tristan and looked upon its blood drenched claws flexing them a little but saying nothing.

Kevros retained an unreadable expression as his dark sunken eyes found full focus on Tristan. He was slow to respond as if weighing carefully what to say.

“Some rituals require the patience of many years. A sacrifice of time and studious effort. She was marked for death the moment she arrived. This recent moment is merely a culmination of that ritual."

Something inhuman and almost hungry leaked into his voice. “Of fruit ripening. Ready at last to be plucked... held... tasted!"

As he held out the soul Cage he looked upon it as he spoke, this time with the usual careful measured tones returning. "Having you do it was simply expedient and useful. Nothing is lost, nothing is wasted. Within her soul resides all I have taught.”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 9 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 02:04
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan nodded in understanding. Kevaros was a confusing man but he was not a liar. Tristan did become aware of something that he had not considered previously. Kevaros could vary well have been training his students so that they could serve as his sacrifices. Nina's time was today but who knew when his own time might come or if it ever would.

All the same he would become stronger and deal with that situation if or when it arose.

"I accept its power then."

Taking the cage from his master, Tristan chanted in an abyssal dialect. Opening the cage he drew Nina's soul into his own body where he cannibalized her power and knowledge as his own. He made sure to burn away her personality and emotions, doing his upmost to prevent any lingering curses that she may have placed on her own soul.

When that was completed he dismissed himself from his master's presence and quickly gathered his own belongings. It was best to not linger in the crypt any longer. Nina possessed nothing that he could not obtain for himself, especially since he had gained her techniques.
Narrator
 GM, 11 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 12:19
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Soul Feast

The soul was consumed and with it came a powerful rush. An intensity of feeling hard to describe. With it came an influx of power and knowledge. Some of that Knowledge was already known but some unique bits stood out.

The focus on psychic powers opened new avenues of capability. A yet to be experienced power of reading surface thoughts. Of nudging emotion. Of shaping simple commands and haunting the mind with spectres, or a sense of foreboding and doubt. In essence Nina had begun to delve into mindcontrol.

She had also been busy studying the resurrected Swamp Trolls and how to go about creating her own. Or take command of the already existing versions. A task she never had the chance to truly finish.

She also had extensive knowledge on the curse of Vampirism, the different clans, powers and their variety of immortality.

Tristan was now faced with two questions. What to take?

Please create an Item List.

Where to go?

The Deep Mire swamp encircled the broken tower in all directions. Tristan would have minimal knowledge as to what lay in the different directions. With the exception of the South.

The North

Beyond the swamp to the North was known to be a harsh land that started to shift towards rocky lands and steep peaks. The area was home to what some call barbarian tribes always vying for dominance over the area.Their horsemanship was however said to be unparalleled

East

To the east was more swamp but somewhere in that direction Kevros had mentioned a fallen city. Mostly swallowed up by the swamp. But apparently there were magical artifacts likely still hidden there. The only downside was the area was alive with bog beasts.

South

Nearby to the south existed the Town of Swamp Light. It bordered the swamp and on first appearance it would seem like nothing more than an isolated town. Known for more swamp based alchemical reagents. There were clear cut roads leading from Swamplight that fed out into the Kingdom of Doulan. It was well known to Tristan that the town secretly came under the domain of Kevros. Keeping the Broken tower supplied. Sometimes visitors would go missing, often being gifted to Kevros in an attempt to keep him appeased.

West

If you wish to invent your own area, travel West. I will work with what you give me.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 10 posts
Wed 23 Aug 2017
at 16:18
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan gathered up the supplies he had been collecting for this day. Without the prior preparation that Aldric had he did not have a demense established but he did have traveling supplies and his culminated research materials.

1x bedroll, 1x waterskin, 1x flint and steel, 40 ft. rope, 1x spyglass, 1x compass, blank paper, well of ink, quill pen, research notes (4 leather-bound books in total), 1x sheepskin cloak.

With that, he would set off to the east. Perhaps the ruins could provide him with a suitable area for him to begin establishing himself.
Narrator
 GM, 12 posts
Thu 24 Aug 2017
at 09:59
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The swamp was wet and humid. Stark drowned trees with thick curling roots stood silently amidst the murky waters.  The sky above was overcast with grey clouds that hid the weak light of an early morning sun. Everything had a tendency towards damp and rot and shades of pale green and brown. Various stagnant smells lingered alongside the buzz of numerous insects.

Progress was slow but whatever life lingered around did not stay long. Choosing to slink into murk of the surrounding swamp. The Wraiths cold undying presence seeming to drive life away from before it. Eva continued to drift dutifully close by silent as a shadow in passing.

At some point in the near distance Tristan would see high walls choked with clinging moss and creeping vines. The design seemed to imply human craftsmanship from an unknown era. A silent city ruin presumably on the other side.

Tristan was faced with prospect of how to get beyond those walls and inside. He would also be aware of a multitude of gathering gleaming yellow eyes lurking behind him. What they belonged to was any ones guess. Eva seemed to flex her claws as if in readiness.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 11 posts
Sat 26 Aug 2017
at 18:35
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan regarded the ruinous city of a bygone era with a sense of detached curiosity. Could this place serve as his demense? It was sizeable, fortifiable, and far enough from his master as to not warrant any lingering hostilities. There were possibilities but he would need to explore them more before he could make a solid decision.

Then there was the matter of the gleaming yellow eyes that seemed to follow him wherever he traveled. He considered this a perfect opportunity to test out the new abilities he had obtained from killing Nina. Delving into his psychic reserves he attempted to emulate an empathetic aura of fear, hoping to dissuade whatever being lurked in the darkness from approaching him.

If he was successful in repelling them he would begin looking for an entrance to the cities ruins. If not he would command Eva to drive them from the darkness with a series of strafing runs, aiming to maim or wound rather than kill anyone individually.
Narrator
 GM, 13 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 11:50
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Psychic power awakened within Tristan for the first time. The initial sensation was painful coming with a horrible sense of rushing noises that scratched at the surface of his mind like hundreds of fingernails scraping at sanity. With it came an awareness of the many living minds in a radius around him. It did not matter if they lurked unseen beneath the surface of grey waters or coiled above in the spread of branches. The yellow eyed beings were sensed in a new way that revealed simple animal minds driven by instinct and hunger. But more worryingly a swarms patience to wait out prey.

Harnessing a sense of dread did not come easily. It was like tapping into a dormant muscle that had never flexed before. The effort was a weak one. In theory it should have worked but in practice the effort seemed to simply fail to take hold.

Eva was urged into action and went hurtling forward slashing wildly at the gathering of yellow eyes. They seemed to burst out in a multitude of different directions. Tristan would get a brief glimpse of the creatures. They looked like a blend of rat sized lizards, with frog like faces and one over sized eye. They were small but moved and fled like a swarm possessed of one mind. Rattle snake like tails disappearing into the knot of roots and  undergrowth. For now the critters seemed to have been driven off. But they had not been driven far.

A few maimed creatures lay scattered across the ground, fresh blood scenting the air as they bled out from injuries.

Should Tristan press on he would find a large chunk of time being spent carefully following round the circular walls. Eventually he would come across a breach in the wall. A giant partially rotten tree having fallen across the entrance, creating a sloping bridge up onto the ramparts. Otherwise the walls continued to curve round.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 12 posts
Tue 29 Aug 2017
at 02:32
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan would have to practice his new psychic abilities before he could easily yield the results he desired but he would take this attempt as a limitation test. Producing psychic phenomena would take a skilled touch but for the moment its uses were severely limited by his unfamiliarity. All the same Eva served her purpose and drove the beasts back.

Tristan decided to leave those beasts maimed and dying rather than dispatching them. Perhaps their cries would keep their friends away from Tristan. Or perhaps they would draw predators to themselves and by extension lessen their presence around him. Either way he would be benefitting from their suffering.

The tree was rotten which made it unstable walking ground. Considering his options he opted to chance his luck and walked up the tree, trying to enter through the opening. As he moved he issued further command to Eva.

"You've done good work thus far. Stay nearby and take any hostiles we encounter."
Narrator
 GM, 14 posts
Wed 30 Aug 2017
at 07:15
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Even though the fallen tree was rotten it still supported Tristan’s weight. Pieces crumbled off here and there and flaked revealing a multitude of burrowing insects. The tree was thick enough to make the ascent relatively easy. The only real danger was loss of balance when navigating around some of the extended branches. A few of the critters from before could be seen lurking around the underside of the tree.

Eva seemed to acknowledge the instruction she was given with a subtle nod of her incorporeal head. She drifted silently beside Tristan and stayed close enough that the chill of death emanating from her could be felt pricking across his skin.

The creatures from before seemed to pool around the base of the fallen tree. Below could be seen a multitude of yellow gleaming eyes and open mouths with piranha like teeth agape waiting.

The High Walls

Atop the high stone walls much could now be seen. The ramparts formed a well weathered protective stone ring. The stained white walls were very much intact with wide pathways and weathered looking statues of herons. The area Tristan had climbed up was moderately damaged from the somewhat convenient fall of the tree. There was one other area of damage further along at what was presumably a Main Gate entrance. Now it was mostly smashed, the rubble having collapsed creating a barrier of broken brick.

From this height Tristan could look out over the swamp. Even making out in the far distance a sliver of black against the afternoon sky, which was likely the Broken Tower. To the north the swamp seemed to give way to a flat area of Scrubland with barely a tree in sight. To the East the swamp ended sharply, nestled beside it was a Eastern settlement of some sort. Beyond it could be seen neat fields and pastures. To the south the swamp simply extended with maybe mountains at the furthest distance.

City Ruins

The city itself seemed composed of concentric rings. The surviving architecture seemingly aligned to the curves of the wide streets below. Much of it was damaged conquered by swamp vegetation long ago.

At the centre of the city seemed to be two grand structures. Likely a City Hall and a Church that were both thick with Heron designs and symbology that Tristan would be uncertain of. Rising from the church could be seen sickly green fog that lingered over the area like a misty malaise tinged with a foul smell that hinted at sickness.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 13 posts
Wed 30 Aug 2017
at 20:03
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan took inventory of his surroundings. The Broken Tower in the distance told him that he had not travelled too far but he should not have much to fear from his previous master. If anything their proximity may serve as a boon to either of them. As for the creatures of the forest, he would leave them be for now. They would make for a good deterrent from any would-be visitors. He wasn't interested in taking apprentices or dealing with intrepid adventurers yet so it was best to stay far away from people who could fit either category.

Moving his focus to the interior of the fortress he noticed almost immediately the cloud of potentially poisonous fog. Of course, it would be coming from a church of all places. If he was going to call this place his home he would need to investigate it properly. That of course, would require preparatory work. Using his knowledge of necromancy he warded himself against disease and poisons. It would keep him safe but only for a limited time. He would need to act decisively.

Move to Church
Narrator
 GM, 15 posts
Fri 1 Sep 2017
at 06:08
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The journey down into the city was as simple as following weathered steps down from the high wall. From inside the city the high walls height could truly be appreciated. A solid circular barrier formed against what lurked beyond the city. There had been fortress towers at one time but they seemed to have not survived well. Mostly having collapsed into rubble with only a few walls still standing.

Eva continued to remain on guard silently drifting alongside Tristan flexing her wicked claws every now and then as if impatient.

A wide path towards the church cut through the heart of the once magnificent city. Violent vines scaling the walls of buildings and pushing into their foundations with destructive force. Many of the buildings had crumbled under the slow assault of vines. The path itself was marred with areas of water that had pooled, creating large murky puddles. There was also the choke of thick vines that were somewhat in the way and required being scaled over.

From a distance behind the yellow eyed creatures could be seen. There seemed to be a lot more of them now as if they were gathering into a pressing swarm. They seemed to be making odd throaty noises and the way they moved hinted at a growing excitement.

A nearby mound of vines, skulls, and swamp moss seemed to suddenly spring to life. A humanoid being made of rubble and plant life stood as tall as troll. Baleful yellow eyes now visibly gleamed with an internal light. A chest sized mouth opened revealing jagged teeth of stone and a deep maw which bubbled with a rumbling wet sound. There was also a smell of something stagnant and fetid.

Eva swiftly moved protectively as two more mounds at either side seemed to spring to life. They let out deep low moans as they stirred aggressively.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 15 posts
Wed 6 Sep 2017
at 04:52
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan couldn't help but be impressed by the sudden troll-like beings that rose up from unsuspecting mounds. He would have to learn how to make more of these himself at some point. Perhaps possession of some ritualistically prepared stones? That could very well work. That, however, would have to wait until after he was done dealing with the issue as it stood.

Eva was on attack duty but she was only one Wraith and there were no three targets. Luckily he was not without his own powers, albeit not nearly as honed as his ability to raise and command undead. Concentrating for a moment he condensed and purified the necrotic energies around him into pure entropy and unleashed a lashing bolt of it at the head of one of the troll beings.

Perhaps it would "die", perhaps it wouldn't. Either way, it was at least less intimidating headless. Or at least that was his thought process at the time.
Narrator
 GM, 16 posts
Thu 7 Sep 2017
at 00:42
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
A dark bolt of entropy sped towards the swamp beast, taking its head clean off. Plant, bone, and rock exploded; bits fell like rain. The swamp beast staggered backwards from the damage dealt then collapsed into a pile of inert matter, as if it had never existed. Tristan would sense the possessing magic expire and retreat into the church.

From the left side, Eva could be heard slashing viciously at a swamp beast. It sounded like plant matter being shredded to little effect. Thumping sounds of an oversized fist hitting the ground could also be heard.

A shadow fell over Tristan alerting him to the danger of a reaching hand from his right hand side.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 16 posts
Thu 7 Sep 2017
at 02:23
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan had not been as observant of his surroundings as he should have been and had to leap and roll to the side to avoid being struck by one of the plant trolls. Coming out of his roll, Tristan briefly considered launching another entropic blast but with an enemy bearing down on him he wouldn't be able to concentrate as he had once before. Instead, he focused on a spell he could use without much thought: ghostly wail. Unnerving to the common man, the spell worked simply as a means of calling ghosts and specters to him. Hopefully, he could bolster a temporary defensive, even if they were only incorporeal.
Narrator
 GM, 18 posts
Thu 7 Sep 2017
at 11:15
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan managed to roll at just the right time as the swamp beast reached for him and crushed empty air where he had been. The lumbering monstrosity let out a deep rumbling moan in response, and turned slowly. The eyes of the swamp beast taking a moment to track Tristan’s movements and new position.

Eva was less focused on dodging, as a variety of brutal swipes and pummeling fists fell on her. But Eva remained unharmed, her smoky substance wavering only for a moment at each absorbed blow. When she reformed she renewed her assault. Striking at the leg of the swamp beast. She had managed to hack right through the vines, mud and moss that made up the leg. But the swamp creature just recovered with a twist of reconnecting vines that knitted back together.

The spell, Ghostly Wail went off without issue. The response of the surrounding area was immediate as restless ghosts seemed to drift up out of the floor. The area soon becoming thick with humanoid ghostly apparitions that chilled the air. Many of which were likely the citizens of what was once a grand city.

The small critters had a bad reaction to the emerging ghosts and fled the area as if being chased by death itself.

The two remaining Swamp beasts seemed unaffected, but as if being piloted by an unseen will both visibly turned on Tristan. One reached for him and the other hefted up a large chunk of stone wall.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 17 posts
Thu 7 Sep 2017
at 18:09
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was glad that his wail called so many ghosts. He had wished that some manner of poltergeist or wraith had appeared but conventional ghosts had their uses.

"Be bound by my will and I shall allow you manifest. Come forth and protect me."

Instilling power in his words, Tristan's magic would go out and become ectoplasm to any ghost assembled that would heed his command. Hopefully, that would be enough to protect him from the closest plant troll. The one hefting the stone wall would need to be countered indirectly. Making a break for the church itself he hoped to enter through a door or damaged window, diving if he had to.
Narrator
 GM, 19 posts
Fri 8 Sep 2017
at 09:04
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
A variety of now restless ghosts fed on the ectoplasm in a feeding frenzy. Former soldiers manifested complete with ethereal halberds, not that Tristan would get to see much as he broke into a well timed  run.

There was a rumble from behind and sounds of hacking against thick vines. As Tristan ran he would feel and hear the ground behind him crack and break as if the stone road itself was giving chase.

With each pant of breath the church was shakily drawing nearer  There was no time to admire the faded grandeur; as lumbering footsteps could be heard closing the distance. Tristan leapt through the nearest church window. From behind came an almighty crash, the ground violently shaking with a sound like cracked stone and thunder.

The remnants of glass in the window fell inward like slicing rain. Tristan would feel a variety of pains across his back. One just below his left shoulder blade, feeling deeper than all the rest. The window he had leapt through was now blocked by a chunk of stone wall.

Eva was seen to drift through the wall having chased dutifully after her master.

The first thing to assail Tristan was the sickly stench. He could taste the unpleasant bubbling rot on his tongue. He could also feel the toxic magic probing at his diminishing magical defenses trying to get at him and his wounds.

The church itself was mostly smashed, every holy figure defaced in some way. At the head of the church, where the altar likely had been, was instead a large black cauldron. Sat behind it with a long stirring rod was a hag like being with pale grey skin. She had a pointed chin and hooked nose, sunken yellow eyes took in the sight of Tristan.

The hag spoke in cackling voice, “Why does one of Kevaros’ cursed children come to me?”

 Beside her was a man sized cage, a near naked man riddled with boils was crouched inside whimpering and shivering.

The hag continued to stir the noxious brew her gaze briefly flicking to the presence of the wraith then back to Tristan a readiness now in her eyes.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 18 posts
Fri 8 Sep 2017
at 20:51
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan regained his composure, doing his best to ignore the pain that he had caused himself during his dive through the window. He knew that he wouldn't be able to replicate that effect, not now that he had injured himself. Considering who was standing in front of him he rationalized that the woman was easily in her late fifties, perhaps older. She also knew who his master was meaning she was most likely a witch or another necromancer; the plant troll and poisonous brew lending credence to the former.

"If you know who my master is then you know that I am not someone you should trifle with. Call off your constructs."

Tristan doubted very seriously that she would simply obey his commands and attempted to reach out to Eva psychically.

"She most likely has something to counter incorporeal beings. Await direct orders from me, prioritize evading her attacks."

In the meantime he would have to think about how he was going to deal with this situation. An attack spell? Could he really sling spells with a witch in her own domain. Perhaps defensive magic? But what was she going to cast. Regardless his wards were wearing off quickly, he needed to think of something.
Narrator
 GM, 20 posts
Sat 9 Sep 2017
at 00:37
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The hag seemed to scoff at Tristan’s words, “Why would I do that?” She clicked her tongue while lightly shaking her head. Matted strands of grey hair threaded with bone charms shook and rattled.  She had released her grip on the stirring rod and stood slowly. The vulgarity of her form becoming quite visible, barely draped in stained rags.

She let out a harsh cackle of raspy glee as she scratched at flaky skin with long black nails drawing blood.

 “No I have a better idea, why don’t you stay a while. I can show you such depths of sickness and suffering unlike anything you have ever endured.” Her voice rose with a terrible mirth, “Let me feed on your fever dreams!”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 19 posts
Sat 9 Sep 2017
at 22:01
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
It seemed that the witch was capable of some manner of psychic abilities, at least some of which were hinged upon the efficacy of her poisonous fog being able to break through his defenses. That made his next choice rather simple. He would focus on defense rather than offense. Still he couldn't just stand in front of the witch and hope to not be struck down. He reached out with his magic and tugged on the manifested ghosts outside. He would send as many of them as he could through the now broken window to serve as a distraction for himself.

Assuming that worked he would focus on creating another entrophy bolt and launching it at the witched cauldron.
Narrator
 GM, 21 posts
Sun 10 Sep 2017
at 14:15
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan would be aware of his own blood trickling down his back and the worsening stench that assaulted his nostrils. There was primeval magic at work probing to breach his protective spells.

A variety of ghosts drifted through the walls of the church. Some ghosts aimlessly shambled in and others wailed as if in pity for their disturbed existence. Other ghost seemed to lash out, levitating church debris and flinging it at random as if venting some kind of rage. Soldier like apparitions marched in formation and then charged towards the hag as if she was a hated enemy.

In that moment the hag looked genuinely surprised at the number of restless spectres now filling the church.  Eva weaved amongst them on the defensive as instructed.

The hag backed away distracted by the close proximity of the advancing ghosts and made a sweeping gesture.  The front line of soldiers let out moaning gasps as they were banished.

In amidst the chaos of ghosts and banishment spells Tristan’s entropy bolt seared into being and sped towards the cauldron. The effect was immediate. The fire beneath the cauldron went out violently. Whatever magic had been brewing within succumbed to a destabilizing magical force. Arcane components broke down into a useless slurry. The toxic fog no longer emanated from the cauldron but still lingered in the area, hanging above like a foul miasma.

The Hag screeched as if she had been burned alive! The response was to rapidly force a poison bolt into existence and launch it with a ferocity at Tristan. The instability of the spell meant it would likely explode in a radius. The haste and lack of discipline in its creation revealed a flaw that could be exploited to cause it to detonate early. It was a sloppy mistake born out of anger.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 20 posts
Thu 14 Sep 2017
at 02:01
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan saw an opportunity and seized it. The spell cast by the witch was too unstable, he saw that before it even left her side. Deciding to monopolize on that instability he cast a much less powerful entropy spell, directly into the bolt of explosive poison. With any luck the witch would not be immune to her own magic and that would be the end of it. If nothing else the explosion should disorient her long enough for his ghosts to seal the deal.

"Eva attack!"
Narrator
 GM, 22 posts
Sat 16 Sep 2017
at 09:56
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The entropy bolt struck the green mass of volatile energy causing it to burst in a cloud like effect. The hag was caught in the poison cloud. She screeched like a banshee and tried to stagger out of the damaging fog.  Eva stirred into action, urged in that moment of partial blindness and venomous sickness to attack. The hag could barely muster a defence, a weak magical shield the only thing keeping the lacerating strikes of the wraith at bay. Then the hag seemed to vanish in a puff of green smoke.

A diseased looking rat, complete with weeping boils, burst out in her place. The rat made a zigzagging run for a crack in the nearby wall.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 21 posts
Sun 17 Sep 2017
at 02:31
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
"Eva kill the rat!"

Assuming that Eva could reach the witch in time that would be that. If she managed to escape, Tristan would simply have to let her escape for the moment. With the monsters surrounding the city it was doubtful that she could make it outside of this area with her life. That either meant she would die or she would be back. Regardless either option came him a precious commodity: time. Time was the power that Necromancers wielded against their enemies.

Now with the battle over Tristan released the ghosts from his service and set his energies to redoubling his wards. The poison in the church would dissipate without the witch to brew her concoction but for the while, it was just a nuisance. Once that was done he would begin searching the church for anything that may be of value, particularly any magical artifacts or grimoires that witch had left.
Narrator
 GM, 24 posts
Mon 18 Sep 2017
at 08:05
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Eva brought down a diagonal sweep of long fingered claws. The rat, however, darted nimbly to the right and sped into the hole. Eva gave chase going through the wall after it.

The restless ghosts were released from service disappearing silently as if they had never been.

Tristan would feel the trickle of his blood dribble down his back. A sharp pain would come with any movement of his shoulder. There was likely stained glass embedded there that would need removing before any sort of healing could take place.

The renewed magical wards saw out the last of the toxic fog as it dissipated slowly revealing the dull painted roof of the church. It had once probably been an elaborate scene of blue skies and angelic beings. Now it was a sea of cracks and faded images.

Close to the cauldron and from within a cage a  sickly looking male human could be seen. He was bone thin and pleaded for mercy. It seemed the hag had sown his eyes shut.

Eva returned, opening a clawed hand, found within was a skinny rats tail. Eva dipped her head and whispered cold words, “I failed Master.”

Scenario Complete: What is yours is now mine.
Gain Nemesis: Swamp Hag.
Gain Territory: The Deep Mire Church.


There was not a great deal to explore. The bell tower was home to a corroded Bell that had not weathered well and would likely never ring again. The hag had used the priests quarters beneath the church as a sleeping chamber, leaving the area filthy.  There were other rooms, most empty. But some rooms were stacked with alchemical ingredients and scavenged food supplies. One room seemed dedicated entirely to a live variety of blood-sucking insects in jars, and poisonous creatures kept in wicker cages, fed on swamp scraps.

There was another set of stairs that led down a further floor and stopped abruptly at a thick reinforced door. The door was protected with a powerful spell that denied entry. It was likely not of the Hags doing as it radiated an almost heavenly feel. It seemed as though the Hag had tried to undermine the wards and breach the barrier, but had failed to make much progress.

Notable Loot

Cauldron

The most apparent thing was the cauldron itself. It was no ordinary cauldron. It was likely a prized possession handed down from hag to hag. The black metal was marked with enhancing sigils that increased the potency of whatever was brewed within.

Book of Shadows

The hag had once had in her possession a simple black leather bound book.  There was no design on the cover to betray what lay within. But the content inside revealed a trove of spells, curses, and rituals all inked in painstaking detail. The only issue would be in translating the shorthand into something usable. Translation would take time, dedication, and study but would likely prove worth it.

Unknown Withered Wand

The wand looked like three ordinary sticks platted together, coming to a singular sharp point. The base of the wand was wrapped in deep brown leather. Every inch of the wand was inscribed with arcane symbology. It gave off a cruel and sickly resonance.

Eyeless Mask

Found carefully preserved in a dark wood box was an eyeless mask. It appeared to be made of some kind of silver webbing that shone like dew on a sunlit spiders web. The strands were layered atop one another to form the upper part of what looked like a serene eyeless face.

Hooded Cloak of Skin

Lastly was found a hooded cloak clearly made of human skin that had smoothly been stitched together. It smelled strangely of scented oil and perfume.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 22 posts
Wed 20 Sep 2017
at 19:07
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan walked over to the and looked at him dispassionately as he pleaded for mercy. A part of him wanted to simply kill them and be done with the witch and her works. But he decided against it. Taking out his athame he placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Stand still."

Tristan then cut the stitches holding his eyes shut and removed the thread.

"There. You're free to go but I must warn you that the forest is filled with monsters and I have no idea what the rest of the city holds. It will be a dangerous journey."

He then turned to Eva who had returned with the witches tail.

"Its quite alright Eva, you did your best."

He retrieved the rats tail from her.

"This shall serve us well. A piece of the witch, a nice sympathetic connection for a death curse."

Still there were other matters to attend to and he began his search of the church grounds. Collecting the items of power he would investigate them to the best of his abilities. If the man was still present he would begin questioning him on his knowledge of the artifacts. Regardless he would set about clearing and cleaning the sleeping chamber, revamping it into a proper study.
Narrator
 GM, 25 posts
Sun 24 Sep 2017
at 11:46
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The prisoner spoke hoarsely, “Thank you.” It was obvious that fear was on his face as his newly freed eyes took in the sight of the wraith. He hugged his gaunt frame but did not flee. Instead, he offered up his name Adri, to Tristan. He disappeared for a while but emerged again with prepared bread, cheese, salted meats and clean water. To make himself of further use he assisted in the cleanup efforts. He also spoke about the hags determination to break the lower seal. But knew nothing of the various artifacts.

Gain Servant: Adri. ( If you want him.)

Searching the grounds of the church did not reveal anything new. Some of the artifacts also remained a mystery even on closer inspection.

Questions?  Do you touch the unknown wand?  Wear the eyeless mask? Or don the cloak of skin?
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 24 posts
Sun 24 Sep 2017
at 13:14
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan nodded to Adri when he gave his name and accepted his servitude with a simple inclination of his hand.

With the information he had gathered from Adri it seemed the witch was focused intently on destroying the holy seal at the bottom of the church. That meant that the likelihood of any of the artifacts being used for that purpose was moderately high.

All the same he couldn't risk using any of them until he understood what they were. Storing them for the moment he dedicated his energies into surveying the area around the church. He wanted a deeper understanding of his territory and also he needed to find bodies to serve as his shock troopers.

He doesn't touch anything.
Narrator
 GM, 27 posts
Sun 24 Sep 2017
at 18:39
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Around the church was a neat sprawl of other buildings. Some likely having once been at the heart of a thriving city. There were signs of once complex aqueduct systems and wide interconnecting roads. But the city had succumbed to ruin long ago, swamp life having clung onto what remained of a once prosperous empire.

As for skeletal remains, plenty could be found as if a great force of death had visited all at once. The cause of death left somewhat unknown.The problem with these remains was most of it was picked clean and scattered to the winds. Any armor or weapons long since having rusted into uselessness. With effort twelve skeletal remains could be gathered, but doing so would take up the remainder of daylight.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 25 posts
Tue 26 Sep 2017
at 15:52
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
With Adri's assistance he collected the skeletal remains and returned to his newly obtained demense. He had Adri remove the pews from the sanctuary of the church and revamped it into a ritual room more appropriate for the task. The ritual circle had to be constructed in such a way that it filtered out any interference from the holy seal beneath the church as well as any outside magical interference. He then used his ritual tools to raise the skeletons he had collected, allowing his magic to mend the damage of time to their bones.

Skeletons were notoriously weak comparative to other undead but they would serve the purpose of keeping guard of the church when he was away; at least until he could replace them with something more substantial.

When that was completed he would call it a night and get some rest. In the morning he would begin deciphering the witches spellbook, attempting to glean the purpose of the artifacts she left behind and the fundamentals of the magic she wielded.
Narrator
 GM, 28 posts
Wed 27 Sep 2017
at 16:39
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
A ritual space was created within the main halls of the church. Adri soon tired of the work, however, his sickly body succumbing quickly to needed rest. He would excuse himself and lay down in an area he had established for himself. He quickly drifted into a fevered sleep and was of no further use for the day.

Tristan would find all his efforts hampered by a shard of stained glass embedded just below the shoulder blade. Sleeping without tending to it would prove impossible.

[Wounded Shoulder]

The effort required to get the skeletons into a usable state meant many hours etching bone so that necromantic magic would bind bone to bone. If the skeletons had been complete, raising them would have been relatively simple as using a raise skeleton spell instead. The other issue with them was none of them had any kind of useable weapons or armour. Dim icy blue light shone in their eye sockets revealing a vestige of simple thought that had yet to be commanded.

Gain: 12 unarmed and unarmoured weak Skeletons. ( Yet to be given specific orders. )
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 27 posts
Thu 28 Sep 2017
at 15:55
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was so distracted by his own motivations that he forgot to properly treat his shoulder and was now paying the price. Once his skeletons were assembled and animated he saw to treating his wounds. It was a sloppy job at best but he removed the glass which allowed him to sleep. In the morning had had Adri path him up better but their supplies were limited so he didn't expect too much.

When morning came he ordered his skeletons to stand guard at various points within the church as to act as sentinels. Their instructions were simple honestly. If they saw anyone that wasn't himself or his servant they were to began making as much noise as they could manage. They wouldn't be useful in a fight but the advance notice would serve him well.

He then dedicated the day to deciphering the witches spellbook. He made sure to detect magic on each page to ensure it wasn't enchanted with anything deadly. If so he would use a revised, less powerful version of his Entropy Bolt spell to erode the magical workings holding the enchantment together.
Narrator
 GM, 30 posts
Thu 28 Sep 2017
at 21:36
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan’s wound was tended to badly. Adri was certainly no healer and Tristan would have minimal useful knowledge. Although an understanding of anatomy helped a little as did washing the wound with clean water. But it would become obvious the following day that it had, however, become infected and had now started to smell bad, a deep ache felt festering within the wound.

Status Effect [Infected wound]

Scenario Started -   A parting gift.

The spellbook was broken up into distinct sections. The first seemed to be more of a catalog of poisonous, plants, mushrooms, and creature parts. Dark ink dedicated to scrawling down their usage in both alchemy and ritual.

Available to learn - Alchemically created poisons and hallucinogens.

The next part of the spell book seemed to have a listing of various spells that required the favor of the God Blech. ( Pronounced as if projectile vomiting the word.) God of plague, disease and all manner of virulent strains of sickness. Some of the pages were crusted with phlegm and other less than savory stains. The lettering seeming to bubble like black bile on being read. Just lingering on those pages was enough to feel somewhat nauseous.

Available to learn - Dedication to Blech.

More promisingly were spells that were unmistakably evil witchcraft. There were both useful spells for a witch to have, along with a variety of ruinous hexes.

Available to Learn - Witchcraft

Spell - Trip Jinx Victim is prone to trip over when moving hastily.
Spell - Agony - Victim is afflicted with pain for as long as the spell is maintained.
Spell - Desecration - Victim is more susceptible to damage.
Spell - fevered Dreams - Victim is afflicted by nightmares when sleeping.
Spell -  Weeping Eye - Victim’s eyes bleed causing temporary blindness.
Spell - Famine - Food is afflicted by a rot making it no longer edible.
Spell - Parched - Drink becomes stagnant making it no longer drinkable.
Spell - Fallow - an area of land becomes desolate.
Spell - Evil Eye Rank 1/2/3 - Target becomes afflicted by worsening bad luck.
Spell - Insect whispers - Can communicate with insects and spiders.
Spell Tongue tied  - Victim cannot speak for a short length of time.
Spell - Critter Curse Rank 1/2/3- Target is turned into a small critter for an increasing length of time.


(OOC How spells work, you can learn any of them by practicing it, the more you use it the better you become at it. Ranks in a spell just show how high up you can take that spell. Higher the rank the more effective.That is all there is to it. As a necromancer, these spells will be very new so expect many of them to fail at first. )
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 28 posts
Thu 28 Sep 2017
at 21:42
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was pleased to see that his efforts had yielded results, at least in terms of uncovering the spell books secrets. That aside he had not learned anymore about the artifacts that she possessed and his shoulder was now most likely infected. In retrospect he should have cast Ward against Poisons and Diseases after being wounded but it was too late to do that now. His magic would not keep him alive and neither would hiding away in the Deep Mire Church.

He needed to obtain proper medical attention and quickly.

Looking to Adri he inquired.

"Tell me. Where did she take you from? If you could would you remember how to get back?"

If Adri's village or hometown was nearby he could potentially garner assistance in exchange for rescuing one of their own from the witch. It wouldn't be totally true but that was not a matter that he considered to be high priority.
Narrator
 GM, 31 posts
Fri 29 Sep 2017
at 03:59
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri looked up at Tristan with slightly crusty eyes. “I come from a town to the east, called Peatsland. I have no idea how far it is from here. I don’t fully remember how I even got here. There was a beautiful woman then… I ended up in a cage trapped with that foul hag.“
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 29 posts
Fri 29 Sep 2017
at 04:06
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was disappointed that they didn't know how far Peatsland was from the church. Then again it was to be expected considering the circumstances of Adri's arrival here. All the same he might be able to gain something from his encounter. Retrieving the cloak of skin he brought it to Adri.

"Smell this. Tell me if it smells of the woman that you remember."

If it was then there was a high likelihood that the cloak was what allowed the witch to assume a false guise and abduct Adri. If not it was most likely the mask and the cloak had some other purpose. Regardless of the outcome of that information, Tristan needed to think about how he could save himself from a slow death via infection.

"Adri do you know of any medicinal plants that might grow in the area? Anything that the witch may have gathered at some point?"

While he asked Adri he checked the first section of the witches Book of Shadows. Perhaps there might be something useful listed there.
Narrator
 GM, 32 posts
Fri 29 Sep 2017
at 04:49
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri looked a little bit disturbed by the sight of the stitched cloak of skin. He nodded and spoke in a hushed voice, “Yes that was the smell on the woman, I remember it now because it smelled so sickly sweet for perfume.” He took several steps away from the cloak and looked ahead with a grim expression. “That thing is still out there…”

Tristan would find that the alchemical entries did not list a single curative herb.

“Only thing I can think of is Golden bloom, It is a flower that likes to grow in patches of sunlight. It does grow around here but it is not common. I did not see any in the supplies room either."
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 30 posts
Fri 29 Sep 2017
at 20:55
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
"Of course there was none. Why would the witch take basic precautions to protect herself from disease and illness?"

The sarcasm was obvious in his statement but it didn't make him feel any better. Within a matter of days the infection would spread and he would most likely die. He had virtually no knowledge of medicine and only one lead to go on: Golden Bloom.

"Adri we will be leaving to obtain this Golden Bloom before I succumb to infection and die. Eva will remain here and protect the church along side the skeletons. If you have anything that you wish to bring I suggest you gather it now. We will be traveling be foot so I would suggest that you travel lightly."

While Adri gathered supplies Tristan thought about how best to defend himself during his travels. He would need undead servitors but traveling with corporeal undead would be an issue and he didn't have the time nor resources to fashion an advanced undead. No what he needed was a suitable ghost but to accomplish that he would need to take their anchor with him.

Using detect magic he searched the area surrounding the church for any ghost anchor small enough to carry with him. The strength of the ghost it was bound to was not of much concern so long as it could be taken with him easily.
Narrator
 GM, 33 posts
Sat 30 Sep 2017
at 11:00
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri had a grim expression as he nodded solemnly, then moved away at speed letting out a hacking cough as he went.

Tristan would find his search took him outside of the church. The sky was a rich blue with not a single cloud in sight, the morning sun shone brightly. The sounds of the swamp seeming to come alive with a chorus of noises that heralded all manner of lurking creature.

Tristan would find himself entering one of the abandoned homes. Much of it had caved in on itself but what little survived revealed what was likely a living room once. An area of the wall attracted his attention. He could sense what he was looking for behind a stone slab. The question was how to get behind the slab, there would be a need to pry it open or break into it with force somehow.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 31 posts
Wed 4 Oct 2017
at 16:49
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan found what he wanted but needed a means of retrieving it. He returned to the church briefly and gathered a few skeletons to assist him. He used them and some loose rubble that could easily be found within the city to break into the wall and retrieve the anchor. He didn't expect it to be a quick process but he knew he would reach it eventually.

Once he did he would call the ghost that anchor belonged to and make a pact with them. If they obeyed his commands he would protect their anchor and give them the mana they needed to manifest. If they did not he would torture them using his necromancy. The controller of the anchor had absolute authority and with Eva torture would be both horrific and efficient.
Narrator
 GM, 35 posts
Wed 4 Oct 2017
at 20:37
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Near mindless skeletons followed Tristan back to the abandoned home. When directed they clumsily picked up chunks of debris and began to batter the indicated bit of wall. Tirelessly they struck in a slow but consistent rhythm. The sound was loud enough to startle some birds into the sky.

At some point Adri showed up, he was now dressed in badly fitting leather armor and equipped with a sword he likely did not know how to use. He said nothing, just watched the skeletons work. It was hard to know what he was thinking but he seemed twitchy.

The slab finally broke, revealing a compact stone compartment. What glistened there seemed to be a  small assortment of fine jewelry in an unrecognized but delicate style. Amidst them was the anchor; a simple band of gold inscribed with elegant text.

The ghost was summoned, dragged from whatever state it had existed in. The apparition was human, thin and dressed in fine armor. The ghost let out a sorrowful noise and began calling out with an echoing voice, “Lilett, my Lillet.” Tristan would find the ghost was fixated on finding this Lillet and could be exploited by appealing to that goal.

Adri finally said something as if it had been weighing on his mind, “What makes a person become a ghost instead of… you know, moving on?”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 33 posts
Mon 9 Oct 2017
at 02:28
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
"Ah I see you have a lost a loved one, this Lilett. If you agree to serve me, I shall take you to her."

It was partially true. If the ghost served its purpose he would exorcise it from this plane of existence. If he found Lilett or not would depend on forces well beyond the scope of necromancy.

He then turned his attention to Adri who seemed to have gained a modicum of interest in the world of the undead and supernatural.

"Ghosts remain behind when they have strong psychological attachments to the real world or unfinished business. Because this ghost hasn't become deranged I can assume that its attachments were for something less traumatic, apparently, love. If it had been hatred or greed he most likely would have turned into poltergeist by now."

If the ghost agreed he would take his anchor and begin their trek to retrieve Golden Bloom.
Narrator
 GM, 38 posts
Wed 11 Oct 2017
at 07:18
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The ghost seemed to agree, enthused by the thought of seeing his beloved Lillet. Whether the ghost was serving or not was debatable as it seemed to go straight back to asking about Lillet in an unending cycle of the same questions. The ghost drifted around the radius of the ring and would follow along sometimes calling for Lillet as if she may be able to hear.

Adri seemed to hang off Tristan’s every word of explanation and nod with a thoughtful expression. It was obvious he was now thinking about what had been said. He was quiet for a time as the search for gold Bloom began.

Tristan would find their progress to be slow. The swamp was difficult to navigate and the search for Gold Bloom came down to blind luck. Hours crawled by and Tristan's wound would ache with infection and throb at every movement. His shoes were soon filled with stagnant water and his robe was wet, slick with swamp slime.

Adri did not seem much better. He spent a lot of time coughing and spitting up phlegm. As well as getting caught in tangles of roots which he hacked at clumsily with his sword. The experience of traipsing through the swamp was a miserable one. But the constant haunting presence of the ghost seemed to keep hungry creatures at bay.

Adri’s eyes narrowed and crease crept into his brow as he spoke suddenly, “I would become a poltergeist then. My hate for the hag would keep me here wanting vengeance for all she did to me. I hope we get to kill her someday.”

As time wore on they would eventually see a clump of gold bloom. It was a distinctive yellow with an almost metallic sheen that reflected the pale sunlight. The clump was situated on an island of dirt and moss in the shadow of a grey dead looking tree. To get to it would involve stepping into shallow but murky waters. Tristan would intuitively sense the death energy in the area, it seemed to hint at suffocation. Something in this area had claimed a lot of lives.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 35 posts
Thu 12 Oct 2017
at 15:25
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan looked over his shoulder at Adri when he mentioned he would turn into a poltergeist.

"We will kill her, one day. Also if you turn into a poltergeist I will bind you; I could use that strength."

When he heard Adri begin coughing he supported him with his hand.

"Perhaps you could use some Golden Bloom as well."

All the same they eventually reached a clump of the flower but there was something else. A power in the air, the entire area reeked of death. Given the water surrounding the plant he had an idea of what might be happening here.

"Stop. I think there is something in the water that drags those in search of the Golden Bloom to their death."

He used his magic to search for anything magical in the water. If he failed he would use manifest his ghost and have them retrieve the Golden Bloom for him.
Narrator
 GM, 40 posts
Sat 14 Oct 2017
at 04:06
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri stopped immediately at the warning. He let out a hacking cough while holding the sword more like a club. There was a taut readiness but he dared not move. “There is more than enough there for us both; and thanks,” he said in a slightly strained tone. All the while the ghost noisily called out for Lilett as it restlessly haunted the area.

Tristan would not sense anything of a magical nature and the water did not stir. But he would pick up on the numerous dead things in the area sensing the skeletal remains submerged in the murky waters.

The ghost fed on the necromantic energy it was given and manifested becoming far more solid in appearance. With minor instruction, it drifted over the still waters and picked the clump of golden Bloom. It held the bunch of flowers and seemed to stare at them rearranging them into a bouquet. It then floated back and looked directly at Tristan as it asked, “Are these for my Lilett?”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 36 posts
Sat 14 Oct 2017
at 16:03
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
"No these are for medicine. However, the next set of flowers we encounter I will allow you to manifest and gather for your Lilett."

Tristan would then retrieve the Golden Bloom and allow the ghost to de-manifest. With the Golden Bloom in hand, he began his journey back to the church trying his best to keep his eyes out for anything that might try and kill him in the area.
Narrator
 GM, 41 posts
Sat 14 Oct 2017
at 19:50
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The ghost handed over the Golden Bloom then went back to restlessly drifting about. The journey back was an uneventful one. Whatever lurked in the murk did not reveal itself. Occasional creatures were roused but remained at a distance from the haunting presence. The ghost seemed to have lost all interest and was back to asking the same questions regarding Lilett. Adri commented on how it was all a little bit sad. Although after a while he just wished it would shut up already.

By the time they got back both Tristan and Adri were in a real mess, both tired, thirsty, hungry and worst of all wet; having brought much of the swamp back with them. Tristan would be aware he was starting to feel the beginning of fever. Wet clothes were not helping. Adri had mentioned there was a room full of clothes likely from the hags victims. He offered to fetch some and get a fire going.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 37 posts
Mon 16 Oct 2017
at 18:49
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Safely having returned to the church Tristan nods to Adri in response to his update. A change of clothes and food will do them both some good. Taking a seat in the sanctuary of the church he looked to his ghost.

"Well a deal is a deal. Soon I'll allow you to manifest so you can gather flowers for your Lilett. Then I'll take you to her. Do you remember seeing any flowers nearby that she might like?"

Manifesting a ghost wasn't the hard part. It was really a matter of sustaining them once they were beyond a certain distance of their anchor. Hopefully there would be flowers nearby otherwise he would have to wait until tomorrow when Tristan had regained some energy.
Narrator
 GM, 42 posts
Thu 19 Oct 2017
at 08:21
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan would find that the ghost could only really haunt within visual range. It restlessly drifted creating a chill where it passed.  It also seemed somewhat stuck in its awareness. Resorting back to questioning if Tristan or Adri had seen his Lilett? It did not seem to matter what was said the same questions would eventually return.

Eva seemed equally restless, drifting around flexing oversized claws every now and then and running them across the walls of the desecrated church.

Adri got a fire going then went off somewhere, his coughing fit could be heard even at a distance. When he returned he had with him cloth they could dry themselves with. Dry clothes were also made available. The choices were limited but an ornate blue robe with gold trim was the most likely fit.

Plates were laid out and loaded with bread, cheese and what looked like cured meats.  Adri set a pot over the fire and took some of the Gold Bloom and started brewing it into a tea. “There is food enough stored here for a while, but it will eventually run out. I also think some of the creatures are hungry but I don’t really want to go near any of them!”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 38 posts
Mon 23 Oct 2017
at 15:13
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan nodded in acknowledgement of Adri's words.

"We will have to secure nourishment for them then. They can still serve a purpose in my studies of the witches magic."

He looked to Eva.

"Eva what is it? You seem listless."

She had the capacity of speech but could she articulate what the issue was? Perhaps it was simply because she had no enemies to kill. If the cause could be corrected he would set himself to that task. If not he would turn his attention back to Adri.

"Now that we have medicine we should discuss what our plans for the future shall be. Given your physical infirmities I would suggest you build your strength in the coming weeks. In that time I will expand my undead forces and explore the surrounding areas. Hopefully I will find a suitable humanoid to pressgang into obtaining food. Otherwise we may have to subsist on the flesh of those misshaped beasts that stalk the forest."
Narrator
 GM, 43 posts
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 15:45
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri shrugged as he stared at the brewing Gold Bloom. “Some of em look like the stuff of nightmares. Pulled out the depths of the swamp no doubt.” He produced a mortar and pestle and started pinching off the heads of some of the Gold Bloom. He added a little bit of boiling water then began grinding the flower heads into a paste.

Eva drifted over radiating enough cold that Adri shivered involuntarily. He looked away and stared intently at contents of the mortar continuing to grind away in a steady motion.

Eva spoke in restless whispers. “I am cold. I hunger for warm life.” She held up her claws staring intently at them.

Adri looked up from what he was doing. “Well that is not at all terrifying.” He placed down the mortar and pestle and poured some Gold Bloom tea into readied mugs. He handed one over to Tristan and then took one for himself blowing on it. He settled again sipped some Golden Bloom tea. It was obvious he was savouring the slightly sweet taste as he cradled the mug in his hands for extra warmth.

“I would like to go back to my village at some point. I have family there. I suspect it is to the East lookin’ at the moss. I can bring you what you need. If you see any more Gold Bloom you should harvest it. It is considered a rare ingredient so is worth a bit. May be a means to keep you stockpiled. Are you not worried the Hag will return here?”

Adri put down the mug of tea and picked up the the mortar passing the entire thing over to Tristan. Within was a golden looking paste. “You'll want to pack your wound with it, should drive out the rot.”

Tristan Wolfe
 player, 40 posts
Mon 30 Oct 2017
at 15:10
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan regards Eva with a nod of his head.

"We will see to that in the morning Eva. I'm sure there are plenty of forest beings that will sate your desire."

He looked to Adri.

"You are not my hostage Adri, you may return to your village if you so desire. I would greatly appreciate you bringing supplies to me. There are not a great many people who would willingly associate with a Necromancer."

He then packed his wound with the golden bloom mash. A wince of pain overtaking his face.

"Not the most comfortable thing in the world but it will do."

He then leaned back and considered what his plans were to be.

"Tomorrow I will go to the forest and collect flowers for Lilet and allow Eva to kill some of these beasts. I will then release this ghost from my service and begin establishing dominion of this city. I get the sneaking suspicion that there is more here than meets the eye."
Narrator
 GM, 45 posts
Tue 31 Oct 2017
at 05:55
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The moment the paste touched the wound the area felt warm but also became numb. The warmth of the Gold Bloom tea further quelled the fever. There was no longer any pain. Tristan would be able to sigh in relief in the knowledge that the sickness was now being driven out for good.

Scenario Complete - A parting Gift.

Adri also seemed to be faring better his coughing subsided and some colour could now be seen returning to his face.

Adri let out a groan of satisfaction then spoke. “I owe you one, you saved me from a cruel fate. I won't forget that in a hurry, even though you do creep me out.”

He smirked a little then ate his fill of the food. It was obvious to see his mood was greatly lif, ed. Eventually he retired.

Should Tristan want to retire he would find his own night would go by without incident. The following day would dawn with sombre grey light. The noises of the swamp coming alive with a chorus that heralded the start of a new day.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 41 posts
Fri 3 Nov 2017
at 16:00
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
At mention of Tristan creeping out Adri he chuckled.

"And here I was thinking that you wanted to become a Necromancer yourself."

In the morning he would bid Adri farewell and go in the opposite direction with Eva and his bound ghost. The objective was simple. Any beast that dared make its presence known would be meet with Eva's fearsome claws. While they did that he would serve for wild flowers that bore at least some aesthetic appeal and didn't appear in the witches book of poisonous plants.
Narrator
 GM, 46 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 15:55
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
In the morning Adri was reluctant to leave. Even though he had a good idea where his village was he did not fancy his chances getting there alone. There were just too many dangers in the swamp he was ill-equipped to deal with. In the meantime, he continued to behave like a loyal servant waiting for an opportunity to be led safely back to his village.

Tristan was faced with a few choices of direction. To the North was now an unknown. To the East was likely Adri’s Village. To the south was also Unknown. West would lead back to Kevros’ territory. Whatever direction he chose little could withstand the ferocity of Eva given free reign to kill. The corpses of swamp beasts piled up. Along the way could be found white flowers that seemed pleasing to the ghost, white was after all his Lillets favourite.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 42 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 16:02
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan collected the flowers and allowed the ghost to manifest so that he could hold them.

"Now my friend it is time to go see Lilet."

Tristan than took the ghosts anchor and had Eva crush it. Without an anchor to bind the ghost to this mortal plane it would be forced into the next life. Hopefully, it would find his wife wherever they ended up but that wasn't Tristan's concern.

Turning to Adri he had a slow dawning that the man wasn't well equipped to make the journey by himself.

"Ah I suppose I should help you get back to your village then."

Tristan then started towards the East, having Adri carry one of the smaller forest beasts that Eva had slain. If they needed to set up camp then Adri would prepare the food, otherwise, it would be a good tale to tell his kindred as to the misadventures he underwent to reach them once more.
Narrator
 GM, 47 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 17:14
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The ghost took the essence and fed on it instinctively. It manifested soon after shining dully in some kind of silvery soldiers armor. The ghost took the flowers and spent a moment to look at them. The flowers crisped with a kind of unnatural frost.

Eva destroyed the anchor and in that moment the ghost looked ahead as if seeing something. There were hints of pale gold light. Tristan would know he was looking into a partial manifestation of a higher plane.  Soft female words were lightly heard whispered on a warm breeze. “I am here my love I am safe. You don’t need to look for me any longer.”

The ghost shed its armor and left its weapons to dematerialise as it broke into a run, as it did so, it broke apart into gold hues that brightened then rapidly faded. The ethereal light went with it. The flowers dropped to the floor.

Eva found herself drifting over to the spot where the ghost had been and gone. Adri was also staring. For a short while, there was a kind of silence.

Then Adri turned to look at Tristan. “That would truly be appreciated.”

The Journey East was barely hindered as any sort of threat was wiped out in moments. As they journeyed a terrible stench would reach them. Adri clearly did not recognize what that smell meant. But Tristan would know it was hair and corpse fat burning in large quantities. The smoke seen funneling up into the sky was grim evidence of the close proximity of what was presumably the village. Adri spotted the smoke, an unease was seen to wash over him as he quickened his pace.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 43 posts
Fri 10 Nov 2017
at 16:30
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan watched with a detached curiosity at the scene that unfolded in front of him. It seemed that his ghost servitor was able to be with his wife again in the next life. It may have also confirmed the existence of a more pleasant afterlife than the underworld from which he drew many of the souls he used to fuel his magics.

When it was over he simply nodded to Adri and they began moving towards his village. As they neared Tristan became distinctly aware of the smell of burning flesh and hair in the air, the smoke from the village adding more evidence to support his determination. Tristan seized Adri by the shoulder as he noticed him quickening his pace.

"Wait."

He turned him so that he was facing him.

"If you rush in there you will meet the same fate as them. We need to be smarter about this. Get out your sword and stand still."

Tristan didn't have much magic to work with in these sorts of situations but any number of threats could be in the village. He cast Ward Against Poisons/Diseases on both of them.

"Eva I want you to enter the athame and wait for my instructions. If need be I'll unleash you towards whoever is a threat."

He then turned his attention back to Adri.

"This magic should protect you from diseases and poisons but nothing more. You'll want to cover your mouth with cloth to prevent inhaling too much smoke. Under no circumstances are you to leave my side do you understand Adri?"

If he didn't get a strong yes he repeated himself more firmly.

"Do you understand?"

Once he achieved the response he desired they would begin moving out towards the village. As they neared Tristan would use detect magic to see if there were any obvious magical traps.
Narrator
 GM, 48 posts
Sun 12 Nov 2017
at 13:14
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Eva drifted a moment as she seemed to condense down into thick almost material smoke. The smoke then began becoming a slither of raw darkness that vanished inside the athame. Tristan would be able to sense Eva lurking in the blade. The blade itself all the keener for it.

Adri just about nodded in understanding but it was obvious he wanted to get to his village as soon as possible. The swamp threw up various barriers on their journey, but Adri hacked through them. The smell only worsened as they got closer. It also became clear there were multiple funnels of smoke as if pyres burned throughout the village.

The village finally came into view. From the edge of the swamp, it looked like any ordinary peasant village, that had prospered once. It was complete with yellow thatched roofs, white-walled cottages, and dark wood beams. Mud tracks made up the streets and a small river could be seen winding through the village. If it was not for the smoke and smell it could even be considered scenic.

Various peat pits and woodpiles could be seen. There were also areas that had been dedicated to growing some of the rarer swamp mushrooms. But no one was working the area. Adri became more nervous the closer they got. The village sounds seemed to filter across. A bell tolling and distinct sounds of sobbing, and a mix of fervent prayers.

Tristan would spot that one of the cottages was entirely boarded up from the outside and splashed with red paint. There were other cottages similarly boarded up and marked with crosses.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 45 posts
Sun 12 Nov 2017
at 16:09
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan nearly gasped.

"Plague."

He had seen this sort of scene before, in his own life. This village was gripped by pestilence and disease. They were quarantining homes to try and contain the spread of the disease but it was futile. Now they had turned to burning the bodies and praying to the gods for answers.

Tristan looked to Adri.

"Cover your mouth. Do not breath in the smoke. It's miasma, poisonous air."

While Tristan had learned about true medicine to some degree his understanding of the inner workings of diseases was limited. That aside he understood from experience that they should be cautious.

They then advanced steadily into the village, trying to get a better idea of the situation. If Adri attempted to move towards anyone Tristan would seize his shoulder and prevent him.

"Do not touch them. Do not let them touch you. If you wish to help them you have to maintain what little health you have."
Narrator
 GM, 51 posts
Tue 21 Nov 2017
at 11:06
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The streets seemed mostly empty. What few people that could be seen did not linger long. Those that did, appeared to be busy chasing after anything that moved with sticks and sacks. A wild-eyed looking cat sped from their close proximity and hopped up out of reach. There were numerous rats that also fled, disappearing into whatever cracks and crevices could be found. Some were not fast enough and wound up stamped on and mashed. From inside one of the buildings could be heard weak scraping and the distinct cry of a child. It was almost drowned out by the formal prayers in the distance. There was now a terrible mix of conflicting smells. The burning of bodies, and powerful fragrance of sweet incense.

Tristan would pick up on more divinely inspired magic at work. It was moving through the smoke like gushing fountains pushing out the taint. What he would know was that a group ritual was underway. All those voices raised together having almost palpable effects to the magically attuned.

Adri covered his mouth and looked about the solemn streets. For a moment he stood still and just trembled. Then something wild came over him that had him move suddenly as if he were a man possessed. He broke into a full-tilt run rushing across a small stone bridge and further up a slightly curving street.

He started shouting names as he ran towards a particular cottage. Then threw himself at a red-splashed, boarded up door, partially bouncing off it in a way that had to of hurt. When that did not work he began attacking the door with his sword. The crashing sounds beat out against the backdrop of prayers.

There was a shout from somewhere up the street, a cutting male voice laced with authority spoke. “Oi! Stop that. What do you think you are you doing?” A figure dressed in a brown tabard drew a sword of his own and started to close the distance on Adri. “You fool you need to stop that right now!”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 47 posts
Tue 21 Nov 2017
at 17:00
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan took in the surrounding to the best of his abilities. It was the plague, or at least a pestilence of some sort. Perhaps it was spread by the rats that seemed keen to scurry across the ground in broad daylight but perhaps they had simply come to feed on the carrion. There was incenses burning to mask the miasma of the burning corpses and to create a mass gnostic state. It seemed to be working, faith based magic was permeating the air although he wasn't sure how much good it would do.

Petitioning the gods was a sloppy process. You could gain their attention with numbers but their blessings would be diluted among the individual desires of the masses. Everyone was probably praying for their own loved ones or their own health, it wouldn't gather enough power to heal the village.

All the same he was torn away from the ritual when Adri suddenly took off into a sprint.

"Damnit Adri stop!"

He ran after him. When he reached a door marked for quarantine he sped up. He reached him a few moments before the armed man and struck him across the jaw with his full force.

"Damnit man don't you see that its quarantined! They are beyond your power to save!"

He held up his hand to the man approaching with a drawn sword.

"Please sir he has recently only returned from being the captive of a witch. This is most likely a loved ones home, he is having a difficult time processing the events."
Narrator
 GM, 52 posts
Wed 22 Nov 2017
at 06:39
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri was punched with enough force to cause him to stagger away from the door. He touched at his jaw and gave Tristan a stare so full of watery enmity it took on a raw force. It was not directed at Tristan it seemed to stare beyond that.  He spat blood onto the floor and held the sword with white knuckles.

The guard slowed to a stop and seemed to take in Tristan’s words. “That may well be, but sickness lingers here. You should move to the main plaza, and tell the priest there everything; when he is through.” The guard took a moment to study the recovering Adri and sheathed his own sword. “There is only death here Adri, I am sorry."
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 51 posts
Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 17:45
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan nodded to the guard as he resheated his sword and then looked to Adri.

"What you did was foolish."

He extended his hand and offered it to Adri so that he could get off the ground.

"I'm assuming that this is your home?"

It didn't take a super genius to realize that Adri was responding the way he was because his family or loved ones were in danger or potentially dead. Tristan had no such family but he could at least sympathize with his plight.

All the same there was the matter of talking to a priest. Holy men, depending on their power, could see through the guise that Tristan maintained and see the dark powers he worked. They would cling to him like a cloak of swirling darkness, or so he had been told by his master.

"We need to think about this rationally, otherwise we can't help anyone. Not even ourselves. I will go with you to the see the priest and we will determine what can be done."

If push came to shove Tristan would simply flee the area. He hadn't had much practice with his burgeoning psychic powers but it might be the difference between life and death here.
Narrator
 GM, 57 posts
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 15:07
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
The guard made another gesture as if shepherding them both away to a safer area. Trying to encourage them without touch to move further up the road, to what was presumably the plaza. He then spotted the two that were chasing rats and called out after them in hostile tones. “By the nine hells, what do you think you are doing!” He rushed off after them.

Adri took Tristan’s hand and got to his feet. “Yes it is... was my home.” He did not even rub at his jaw. He just backed away from his house taking one long look at it. He did not move for the plaza however.

His brow was deeply furrowed when he next spoke. “There is nothing for me here now, and what good is a priest if prayers are not answered in a time of most need? My family were devout, but what good has it done them? In my time of need there was you.” There was that same look of gratefulness again but it was also mixed with something else.


“I don’t think it is safe for you here either. This town has always been suspicious of outsiders, even in good times.”

Adri sighed and glanced both up the road to the plaza but also back the way they had come. “If you will have me I will go where you go? Maybe you can even teach me to wield power like you do?”

Even though Adri did not state it directly there was a deep hatred that now existed. The darkness of it marred his soul and created a living fetter of unfinished business that would anchor his soul should he die. No doubt the enmity was reserved for the hag.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 52 posts
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 17:08
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan narrowed his eyes, saddened more than furious. He looked around the town and saw that Adri was correct. These people were beaten and rather thoroughly. If they remained no amount of incense or prayer would say them from the sickness; their god would not intervene. In fact one of the reasons that his master had settled in this region was the sheer absence of powerful clergyman, ones that could summon up the divine powers necessary to purify an area of this size.

He looked to Adri and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I will work you hard. There will be times when you wish to quit, to flee from me and seek out an easier lifestyle. Heed me now: I shall not permit you to leave. You will become my blade and I will bestow upon you powers beyond your imagining. If you agree then follow me, otherwise say with your people."

Regardless of Adri's decision he would being making he way back to the church. Upon arrival, depending on the time left in the day, he would study the witches spell book more.
Narrator
 GM, 58 posts
Tue 28 Nov 2017
at 12:47
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Adri only faltered in his steps for a moment. Then he moved after Tristan his mind seemingly made up. He did not even look back as he trailed only slightly behind Tristan.

(Gain Loyal Apprentice Adri. )

The journey back was not entirely uneventful. At some point, giant leeches attacked, as did some kind of blood-hungry squirming mass of vines. It was a reminder the swamp was never safe to traverse. If Adri had been on his own he would likely have been killed by either encounter.

By the time they got back to the undisturbed church grey clouds cloaked the sun, which suggested it was mid-afternoon.  The skeletons that had guarded the area just stood like impassive sentinels not having moved or been alerted.

Available to Learn - Witchcraft

Spell - Trip Jinx Victim is prone to trip over when moving hastily.
Spell - Agony - Victim is afflicted with pain for as long as the spell is maintained.
Spell - Desecration - Victim is more susceptible to damage.
Spell - fevered Dreams - Victim is afflicted by nightmares when sleeping.
Spell -  Weeping Eye - Victim’s eyes bleed causing temporary blindness.
Spell - Famine - Food is afflicted by a rot making it no longer edible.
Spell - Parched - Drink becomes stagnant making it no longer drinkable.
Spell - Fallow - an area of land becomes desolate.
Spell - Evil Eye Rank 1/2/3 - Target becomes afflicted by worsening bad luck.
Spell - Insect whispers - Can communicate with insects and spiders.
Spell Tongue tied  - Victim cannot speak for a short length of time.
Spell - Critter Curse Rank 1/2/3- Target is turned into a small critter for an increasing length of time.

(OOC Is there anything you specifically want Tristan to focus on for the day? )
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 53 posts
Wed 29 Nov 2017
at 00:07
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan settles in with the witch's spellbook and begins issuing orders to Adri.

"Adri I would like you to begin with one of the most basic skills a magic user of any caliber can possess and that is concentration. I want you to study that wall over there."

Tristan pointed to one of the churches vacant walls.

"I want you to study that wall until you can tell me everything about it. Create a flawless image of it in your mind."

With Adri's instructions, no matter how cryptic or nonsensical they might seem, Tristan turned his attention to the Agony spell. He would study the spell and attempt to learn of its workings. He thought that his energies would be best spent attempting to get a firm grasp on a single spell rather than dabbling dangerously in several.

Occassionally he would shuffle loudly, cough, or otherwise make distracting sounds and movements. He would also mentally command his skeletons to move about listlessly in Adri's periphery.
Narrator
 GM, 59 posts
Wed 29 Nov 2017
at 21:36
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
If it was possible to rage study a wall, Adri was now doing so!

The agony spell was disturbingly simplistic in what it required. A line of sight to the target within around 60 feet. An already established ability to see the vital life force within a living creature. The correct hand gestures to pluck at the vital essence to cause it to violently oscillate, like strumming a guitar string too hard. As well as a single short word, ‘Neth.’ The only barrier to study was the need for a living target to practice on.

On occasion, Adri became momentarily distracted by a wandering skeleton but he would go right back to focusing. At some point, he stated he was ready with his wall description.
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 54 posts
Thu 30 Nov 2017
at 16:24
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan was honestly quite disturbed with how easily the spell could be learned. Typically things that violated the sanctity of someones essence had more complexity to it but it seemed the witch had learned how to bypass all of that with a simple gesture and focus; how truly terrifying.

All the same he would need to practice the spell before he could use it well. That, however, would come later. For know he had to quiz Adri.

"Alright Adri tell me if these stones were quarried here or elsewhere and tell me if they were worked into blocks at the quarry and transported or if they were worked within the city. Also how many pits are on the third stone from the base of the wall on the far right hand side."
Narrator
 GM, 61 posts
Sun 3 Dec 2017
at 12:59
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Darkness was definitely closing in as shadows stretched ever deeper. The church was lit up by a central fire and a few torches but that was all. The rest of the church corridors and passageways just became inky gloom. More nocturnal creatures had awoken ready to hunt, their savage noises heard in the distance. The nighttime chorus of toads and crickets could also be heard loudly making noise over a moderate wind. There was another sound, loud and buzzing, emanating from somewhere outside and above the church.

Adri’s confidence evaporated, as he just looked puzzled. “I err.. don’t know about the quarrying bit. Damn this is hard, but three I think.”
Tristan Wolfe
 player, 56 posts
Mon 4 Dec 2017
at 18:52
The Saga of Tristan Wolfe
Tristan walked towards the wall and passed a hand over it.

"These walls are made of limestone. Limestone comes from areas that once possessed sea life or still do in some fashion. There are no seas near this city meaning that it was quarried elsewhere and brought to this location. As for when it was shaped into blocks you have to consider the appearance of the church. The stones are not perfectly smooth meaning they were not worked by masons and then sold and they are not so irregular as to have been shaped by the pickaxes used in the quarries, at least not in the end."

He walked over to the stone in question and inspected it.

"You are, however, correct on the number of pits in the stone. Impressive recall."

He moved back towards Adri.

"The lesson here is that you must always be aware of your surroundings and that awareness must be beyond the superficial. So tell me why a limestone walled church is significant to a necromancer."