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| Corwin |
Posted - 05 Jan 2004 : 00:55:43
My name is Gregor ”Brighteyes” Hallack
I was born in 1353DR also known as Year of the Arch in Marsember in Cormyr.
Son of a captain of the guard and a seamstress I had a quiet and secluded upbringing for the first 5 years of my life because our neighbors did not trust me or my parents after I was born, because of my eyes.
My mother always loved me but it hurt her to see others reaction to me. My father never loved me but he was an honorable man and did all he could to give me a good (and disciplined) upbringing.
Then in 1358 during the Time of the Troubles my mother was killed during riots in the city. My father was out trying to stop the same riots and came home to find my mother dead and me hiding in a cupboard.
After that my father raised me alone and although there never was any love towards me there was always honor towards the memory of my mother. (witnessing my mothers death, my fathers upbringing and seclusion because of my eyes resulted in my LN alignment)
My father and I moved to a posting at Tilverton in 1363. He died in 1366 when he was with a patrol escorting a trade caravan back into Cormyr, and they were ambushed by a Zhentish raiding party. They were wiped out but I saw my father one more time…
When I got the news I was hit hard, but the same day a caravan was passing through and an elderly warrior-priest named Aemos Voke earned my gratitude when he stopped a couple of the regular bullies from beating me even though he had seen my eyes. He took pity on a young boy and we spent a long evening talking about life.
When the caravan continued the next day I went along. We had barely passed beyond sight of Tilverton when we were ambushed by the same zhentish raiding party which had killed my father, how did I know? Because their filthy necromancer had used my father and his comrades-in-arms as a basis for an undead reinforcement of the warparty..
During the battle that followed I saw Aemos holding back half the enemy warparty through divine might and skill-at-arms alone. I also saw my father reanimated as a abomination of evil, a zombie warrior and I saw him destroyed by the holy might of Kelemvor as channeled through Aemos.
It was only because of long talks with Aemos that I did not despair after this final assault on my young soul.
He started training me in the ways of the warrior-priests of Kelemvor, while he worked at salvaging what was left of my wounded view of the world.
Now 6 years later I myself have joined the clergy of Kelemvor and making my first solo journeys across the lands to spread the word and battle the enemies of the faith.
OOC: Hi everybody I'm going to start playing Gregor next Week-end and he isn't finalized yet so I was wondering if anybody had some input? This story is open to any and all suggestions.
edited: changed my fathers posting to Tilverton |
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| Naroon Shimmerflow |
Posted - 21 Jan 2004 : 09:54:24
sounds like a fun session God i miss sitting around the table with living candles, dices and good friends.
Good story Corwin
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| Corwin |
Posted - 20 Jan 2004 : 20:50:48
here's the next chapter in the story of Gregor. I apologize for those of you who have read part of it previously but it is a work in progress, and it should be updated about once a month at our campaign homesite at www.screenshot.dk/d&d/ 
Now 6 years later I myself have joined the clergy of Kelemvor and have received my first assignment for the clergy. After the recent troubles in Cormyr the work of the church has sadly increased tenfold in the country and there has been a lot of work done to establish an increased organized presence. Which meant that when the aging cleric tending the Kelemvor shrine in Skull Crag died I was sent to maintain the shrine and minister to the locals until another could take over.
Chapter 1
The cleansing of the mines of Darvyns Pass
I travelled by foot to Skull Crag and soon got to know the locals as hardworking dwarven men and women. I worked at the shrine in the daytime and in the evening I started a friendship with a couple of the other young people of the town. In particular I got to talking with a young dwarf named Morin Irontwister and a drow elf called O’aloy Elgi. The drow does require some extra explaining, he had been an accepted part of the dwarven town for some years because an elderly very well respected member of the community named Jared had taken him under his wings and tutored him.
After I had been in the town for a couple of weeks it was hard hit by a mysterious disease, the mortality rate was very high and even those who at first survived usually got hit again about a week later and died. The disease taxed the community to the limits and the rumour mill was gradually gathering speed. There was talk of dark things sneaking around in the mining corridors of the nearby silver mines, and the blame of the disease was laid on everyone from the orcs to demons and devils.
As the disease raged on, our little group expanded to five as we were joined by two newcomers. A young gnome called Zoran Underrock and an equally young half-elf called Darvin Evenwood. Zoran had just started travelling the world as a young adventurer whereas Darvins story was quite tragic. We hit it off right away and we soon sensed a feeling of companionship as we all felt the urge to travel out into the world. But of course our budding friendship happened on the tragic background of the continuing plague.
As the investigation into the causes of the disease continued, the suspicion arose that the water supply might be contaminated. The mining guild sent an investigative party of four dwarves to inspect the mining corridors adjoining the wellspring in the nearby mountain. When they did not return, the rumours soared once again and the general attitude and mood of the town decreased further.
Morin’s father suggested that the five of us might be able to investigate where the others failed as we were a more varied and resourceful group (and because it might be good for Morin to experience something of the world around him, instead of sitting around smoking his pipe), after a relatively short discussion among us we agreed to investigate the mine. Although Zoran would have liked a promise of an award, the rest of us convinced him to do it for the town. We set about buying the needed supplies, primarily rope, food and lighting, although time would show that some of us was not as prepared as we could have been, as a last service from the town we received four potions of cure disease to be used as a last resort. Morin had an errand to run before we left, apparently his paramour was not too keen on him leaving on such an potentially dangerous endeavour.
Before long we left on the trip to the mining entrance in the Pass of Durvan. After an uneventful trip of around four hours we arrived and immediately entered the mine with a single lit lantern to provide light for those of us without the gift of darkvision. We soon entered a junction chamber of the mine with silver ore strewn across the floor and a couple of overturned mining carts, under one of which we saw a pair of boots and the lower legs of a dwarf protruding. We turned over the cart and was struck by a sound like a clap of thunder, which deafened four of us. Only Morin escaped the effects of this first of several devious traps. Using signs and under much confusion we tried to agree on where to go next, or at least four of us did, as Morin had decided to smoke a pipe of weed. We convinced him to carry on after we had ascertained the identity of the dead dwarf under the cart. It was the husband of the leader of the mining guild, and he had been the member of the investigative party sent to check the mine four days earlier.
With the optimism of youth we decided to carry on even though we were handicapped by the deafness of four of us, but extensive use of signs and gestures we finally arrived at a large door, which Morin in an impatient mood proceeded to open at once. Behind it was the mess hall of the former miners, a large room with a roaring fireplace in one corner and several large oaken tables one of which had been used to barricade the door and behind which awaited an ambush of four stinking kobolds with crossbows. In the ensuing fight, which was severely hampered by the oaken table, we killed three kobolds and had one flee the room screaming for his brood mother to save him. I was hurt badly by a crossbow bolt but Morin, Zoran and O’aloy killed a kobold each. After calling on the mercy of Kelemvor I healed my wounds and we continued down the dark corridors of the dwarven mine. After this first fight our confidence was high and we pushed on to find the cause of the plague. Our confidence also showed in the way we handled our next fight, some of us still could not hear the others, but judging by the way Morin’s mouth kept moving the entire hour there probably was some advantage to the silence.
Our exploring soon led us to a large storeroom filled with supplies in various stages of decay. The only free space in the room was a corridor down the middle of the room, which we proceeded down. About one third of the way into the room Zoran triggered yet another trap: 4 sacks of flour rigged under the ceiling ripped open and dropped on our heads whereupon we were attacked by four kobolds hiding behind a bunch of barrels at the far end of the room. I called upon the might of Kelemvor to aid my in the fight to come just as Morin charged towards the goblins, slamming into a barrel thereby propelling it into the kobold behind it and killing it. Zoran charged towards another kobold but was stopped by a barrel. Darvin also rushed forward and then tried hiding his half-elf body behind a 2’ 5” high barrel, a very amusing sight in the middle of a fight to death. Then O’aloy made a brilliant shot with his deadly heavy crossbow. Passing me on the right by inches, Morin on the left by even fewer inches and then nailing a kobold to the wall through his eye socket. After that we made short work of the two remaining kobolds and then started searching the room to make sure there were not more surprises. Once again our curiosity and zeal sent us head-on into an encounter. As I were searching one corner of the room I noticed something moving, and when I approached I was attacked by a giant weasel which moved like greased lightning. Before I had a chance to hit it, it had bitten into my lower leg, by Kelemvor it hurt.. but my friends quickly noticed the commotion and came to aid me, fortunately the power of Kelemvor was still coursing through my veins and it closed my wounds as I got them. After that final assault we continued searching the room, although more cautious than at first. Apart from some provisions, and a large number of rats, we discovered a secret apartment at the bottom of a barrel of cheese-wheels, it contained a velvet pouch with an assortment of gems and coins. This find immediately put a glint back in Zoran’s eyes as he had been a bit withdrawn since we took on the assignment without a promise of a reward. After filling our backpack with some extra dried meat and cheese we continued on our exploration of the mine.
Morin and I took the lead as we walked down the next corridor, suddenly Morin stopped me and said to watch the floor up ahead, at first I could not see the problem but then Zoran pointed out the pressure plate in the floor and Morin pointed out the extra lines in the ceiling both of which revealed the next trap. Fortunately it was easy to avoid it but I went on with a clear sense of relief that Morin’s dwarven senses was so keen (just a shame his memory is not quite as good). About this time our deafness had passed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise, as we found out that Morin indeed was keeping up a low monologue on the dual subjects of resting and smoking. I found it slightly irritating at first but after a time it actually proved rather interesting, at least the part about smoking.
We soon entered a large cavern studded with rock formations and covered in a luminous moss. By silent accord we agreed to move on silently and while Zoran started out clockwise, O’aloy started out counter-clockwise both of them moving as stealthily as possible. Soon after we heard the sound of kobolds from the far side of the cavern and we cautiously advanced toward the sound, while we tried keeping stalactites between the kobolds and ourselves. Or perhaps I should say the supposed kobolds, as Morin found out when he lost patience with our cautious approach and moved fast towards the spot. Instead of more filthy kobolds he saw a giant lizard perched 12 feet up a freestanding rock formation, O’aloy spotted the lizard at the same time and immediately he slammed a crossbow-bolt into it. This had the unfortunate effect of making the lizard quite agitated and it charged down the wall and towards O’aloy. I shot a bolt after it, while Morin and Darvin charged after it ready to strike it down before it reached the drow. While all of this went on, our little friend had been sneaking around the other side and now he was ready to join the fray with his crossbow, but suddenly he was targeted by a hail of crossbow bolts, from behind and above him (of course almost everything fired at him is from above him). He frantically dove for cover, while shouting for help. What had happened was a well-planned ambush, there were no kobolds out in the large cave but in a tunnel-opening some 18 feet up on the wall there now stood 9 kobolds, 8 of them with crossbows which they were frantically reloading to get of a second volley at Zoran. The fight suddenly changed to a crossbow duel, with all of us ducking in and out of cover while trying to hit those damned kobolds. Almost all of us that is, because Darvin had forgotten to bring a crossbow so he spent the duel doing a splendid imitation of a stalactite. It was O’aloy who broke the deadlock with an awesome display of power. He summoned a flaming sphere which devastated the ranks of the goblins while the rest of us bombarded them with both bolts and axes. As the cowardly creatures they are the rest of the kobolds soon fled the tunnel opening. O’aloy took of in pursuit at once and he reached the ropes hanging from the opening first, and ascended at once. The rest of us were just tens of feet behind him, which allowed us to see the event that followed. Just as O’aloy reached the ledge a sheet of flame burst over him and he fell unconscious and bleeding. The rest of us hurried up the ropes to help him and it all ended in a pitched battle in the short tunnel. It was a hard fight and we got hit by another blast of fire before it was over, but we won and by the mercy of Kelemvor (and a bit from Sylvanus) we stabilized our wounded comrades.
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| Naroon Shimmerflow |
Posted - 17 Jan 2004 : 05:48:08
I read youre story on your link. It was realy entertaining and fun to read.
youre story made me want to start at low level again. nothing is as fun as when everyone are afraid of some kobolts and scared to death by an Orc |
| Corwin |
Posted - 16 Jan 2004 : 22:33:57
Hi fellow scribes, this is just a posting to tell that I started playing Gregor last week-end and I am going to post a description of our adventures online.
For now I have a draft of the first chapter up at www.screenshot.dk/d&d/ and I hope to supplement it regularly. So any and all feedback would be nice.
You should read Gregors story in this thread first before going to the site, as I haven't added it there yet. |
| Naroon Shimmerflow |
Posted - 08 Jan 2004 : 07:45:48
I agree Corwin |
| Corwin |
Posted - 07 Jan 2004 : 18:13:00
sounds very good, thx in advance.
Regarding the story I think I'll change the fathers posting from Castle Crag to Tilverton. I think it matches the caravan raids better.
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| The Sage |
Posted - 07 Jan 2004 : 13:54:37
Unfortunately, very little 2e PS material has ever been released for 'free'.
However, rather than sending you a small description of the tome, I'll just summarise some of the relevant portions from the book that I think will be useful for your story and character development.
Just give me a few days...
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| Corwin |
Posted - 06 Jan 2004 : 21:28:37
Sage: No I don't know the volume. Is it by any chance one of the books released by Wizards as free?
And if it isn't could you give me a short description of the book?
And regarding the backstory I think I'll change the fathers posting from Castle Crag to Tilverton. It would fit better with the caravan attacks. |
| The Sage |
Posted - 06 Jan 2004 : 11:36:32
Are you familiar with the 2e Warriors of Heaven tome?. There is some interesting suggestions, and player advice inside, and it could also provide some valuable input for your character.
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| Naroon Shimmerflow |
Posted - 05 Jan 2004 : 15:29:06
Greeting Corwin
I realy liked youre background story and the orginality of it.
Whitch level do you start at.
whitch game? 2nd 3rd ?
i liked the part of how you met youre fathers zombie.
it was a dark story whitch is realy good for a DM to bouild further on.
Good work Corwin
Naroon Shimmerflow
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