August 2019 – The World of Alduras

Excitement and Trepidation – Session 01 Journal

While the others snored and stirred around him in their shared room, Ulfgar stared at the ceiling letting the events of the last few days wash over him. The night before, he was sleeping on the dirt staring at the stars, excited for what the day would bring. Now he was stuck in a nightmare of endless tunnels, looking for an escape. That being said, he was sent out into the world to learn and grow into an elite warrior. What better place to do so than a dungeon that none have ever exited alive?

His mind wandered to the bodies being sent out with the promise of being resurrected on the other side. Something about that entire situation seemed fishy to him. No one on the inside could confirmed or deny what was occurring and it all smelled like some sort of con job. That being said, he would need to figure out another way out of here. Something Gen had said echoed softly to him. ‘The planes could be one method of escape, no telling where’d you’d end up, though!’ The leaders of the Circle had spoken of planeswalking during his spiritual education and implied there were several worlds living parallel and apart from our own material plane. How long would it take for him to be able to invoke such magic? How would he know where to go and what planes were dangerous? He would need to do some research before trying something so reckless. He would also need to survive long enough to try.

Sighing, he rested the wooden carved totem of a Bear on his chest, tracing the runes across its shape. He wondered if Flora and Fauna could seem him down here. He wondered if they were proud of his courage and bravery. He hoped they saw the compassion he showed to his allies and the fury of how he struck down the murderous kobolds. He then thought of the woman that they had reached too late. He considered the possibility of retrieving the body and trying to find her kin. As the mixture of sadness and anger stirred inside of him he felt the sensation of a warm pair of arms drape around his shoulders and a warm cheek resting against his. A soft translucent glowing finger wiped the tear from his cheek that he didn’t even realize had fallen. His muscles relaxed then and sleep took him as he heard a soft voice sing to him.

Had his mother sang that song to him as a child?

Game 1 Dungeons and Deathtraps The Epilogue

There is no sun. Its an odd thing to wake up and realize the sun is gone from your day to day life. This is one of many small changes the party will face as they rouse themselves from the small beds in the tight packed room. As they brush by each other gathering their things from the rented room of the Lamp Post, each of them feels off. The day before they were traveling across the land employed as guards to a caravan. Today they are stuck in a death trap of a dungeon that is neigh impossible to leave. Miraculously, they have made a sort of piece with the situation they are stuck in, residing themselves to venture down into the depths of this dungeon in hopes of finding a way out. Yet the dungeon isn’t an easy thing to traverse…They found that out the hard way when facing off with some vicious and hungry kobolds down on floor two. This was going to be difficult.

The party moves down the wooden stairs of the tavern to the tap room proper. They sit at an empty table and order food and drink to try and bolster their constitution for what the new day brings. As the motley crew sits there silently eating and drinking a figure approaches them and puts a leg up on one of the tables benches, striking a pose. “Hail and well met friends” The figure says with a over the top chipper attitude. The party looks up from the food to see an odd looking fellow. He stands about 5’9” with pale reddish skin. A pair of horns curl back from his forehead and twist through his short choppy raven locks. His outfit is a jaunting mismatch of colors. Tie on sleeves with every color of the rainbow attach loosely to a shiny blue and green doublet that clashes horribly with the mans skin tone. His pants are a beaten up brown with patches over the knees that sit just a bit too snug on his frame. A dark maroon half cape is draped over his shoulder, all in all he is quite an eye sore for so early in the morning. He slaps his knee propped on the bench with a gloved hand. “Well now you lot look as miserable as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs” He smiles a toothy grin, his k9s points add a bit of malice to the smile. “Never you fear though lads there is always tomorrow. Keep a stiff upper lip and the like.” He begins to sit down and flips his cape back over his shoulder as he does so. “My name is Achiel. Bard by trade. I travel up and down these damned floors spreading tales of valor and heroics as I go.” He removes his gloves and takes a few choice dates from the plate in the middle of the table. Finally, Anaki breaks from the groups baffled staring and asks. “Can we help you?” the horned headed man smiles while chewing his pilfered date. “No, but perhaps I can help you. I see few new faces in this place. So that means you’ve either come to this place willingly or by someone else’s design. Yet either way you are here…..and I’m guessing you want out.” He pops the other date into his mouth. Ulfgar sits up straighter. “Ov course ve vant out of this damned place…ever thing is out of sorts here.” He replies while stroking through his thick red beard. The party nod in agreement of the dwarf’s statement. Zyr the centaur moves around the tables edge closer to the bard. “So…how can you help?” A grin spreads across the face of the bard known as Achiel. “How can I help?” He says putting a hand to his chest in mock shock and surprise. “well you see….I have heard a way out of this place…a door……down on floor SIXTY!”

Where am I?

Where was he? His head was ringing and he felt a small amount of blood drip down his left brow and the air was damp and musty almost like he was in a cave somewhere.

He remembered waking up with a splitting headache somewhere warm, somewhere nice smelling. Ah yes, one of his favorite spots to pass out in, tucked in tight against the back wall of the tavern where the oven was. It heated him up nicely when he was drunk in the back alleys waiting for sleep to take him.

He mentally jogged through his day, he remembered throwing up some stale bread for breakfast and bumming a mug of ale of Jinny. She has been so nice to him after he protected her from some handsy patrons a few months ago. Its a blurry but then recalls draining a few mugs that were left behind by that group that left abruptly. After that he won a bet by swindling a newcomer he could drink 2 mugs before the other drank 1. He lost of course and promised to pay him later…right. After that it was a bit a fuzzy until finally the foggy bliss of forgetfulness finally enveloped him in its warm promise of ignorance. Wait, now it’s coming back. A horse, some damn stairs, and now…oh Demos’s behind, he was in the kobold caves. Who brought him down here now…and why?!