With matters settled, the party decides to head for the large hatch that leads into the great metal tower. Sid and tribunus Bluehand take the lead, working together to manipulate the machinery around the hatch, and after a moment, it hisses open with a short blast of steam. Before you is a circular, faintly-shimmering field of glowing blue-white energy.

"The teleportation field is active. Let's move!" Sid immediately enters the portal-like surface, followed by Bluehand and the rest of the party.

Your senses are briefly drowned out as you pass through the shimmering barrier, much like the other portals you have entered throughout your adventuring career. When you regain them, you are in what appears to be a twenty-foot square room that seems comprised entirely of a metallic frame set against a vertical shaft. There appears to be a small panel with several knobs and dials lining it at the head of the frame, and a set of what appears to be retractable half-doors before you.

"Lifty-room will take us into the Fist," Bluehand offers helpfully.

It is at this point that you realize something strange--Samel is missing! Though several of you did see him step through the portal, he is not here on the other side, though the rest of you are!

"Wh-what? Where is Samel?!" Sid manages to stammer.

"Psh--tohk..." wheezes the tribunus, sounding troubled. "Uplander must be victim of screwy-fault, sending him far-place in Gordias..." Looking up, then over its shoulder, then all around, the goblin adds, "Sssshhtock! Uplander could be any or all-place within!"

"If that's the case, then our only option would be to access the Knot and try to find him using the internal security! Hopefully before he runs into trouble on his own!" Sid announces firmly. "We can try a S

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Dungeon Master Shion 17/11/23(Thu)23:53:19 No. 78607 File 130466399513.jpg - (17.31KB , 167x225 , sid.jpg ) The thorough search done by Sureiya and the shaman does not turn up any apparent traps or hazards in the immediate area nor in the ascending room itself. The best he can tell by the marks on the floor is that this is where the two oppressors were stored prior to attacking you. Sid moves forward and enters the elevator alongside the rest of the party. He then begins to activate the machine, saying, "Bluehand's disappearance has me quite suspicious, my friends! I hate to just say 'be ready for anything', but in particular we should make sure to examine any further mechanicals for signs of tampering."

>>	Guest 17/11/24(Fri)01:35:59 No. 78608 File 15078555941.jpg - (21.39KB , 440x246 , 3565462343243.jpg ) "Well, does anything seem strange on this elevator? If not, let's keep moving."

>>	Voyager 17/11/24(Fri)02:14:37 No. 78609 File 130017476045.png - (119.74KB , 729x956 ) >>78608 "Nothing I could see. If there were to be tampering, only Mr. Sturmgust would have the expertise to know."

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 17/11/24(Fri)13:41:03 No. 78611 File 129490478099.png - (257.40KB , 494x478 , 11125426_p5.png ) >>78610 New thread!

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The group makes a number of travel preparations, anticipating an early departure on dragonback to Loudwater for their rendezvous with Sid. The five have a restful sleep at the Tavern of the Flagon Dragon, a higher-class establishment in the Castle Ward not too far from the famous Blackstaff Tower. Your expenses have been covered for this stay, as you act on the behalf of the Council of Waterdeep, and so long as you continue to do so, you don't have to worry about paying for an inn in the City of Splendors.

Your rest is largely uneventful, and as you gather outside the tavern--Torinn, Myn, Sureiya, and the mysterious shaman--you are approached by a pair of familiar faces. One is Remallia Haventree, and the other is the deva invoker who accompanied you some time ago, on your mission to the earthmote.

"A good morning to you all," Remallia says, bowing deeply. The moon elf woman is dressed seemingly for battle, in green scale draped with bits of purple cloth accenting it here and there, and a long, curved blade strapped to her back. She looks to Samel, and nods slightly, "I believe you know each other?"

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>>	Dungeon Master Shion 17/10/30(Mon)20:48:02 No. 78471 File 129490478099.png - (257.40KB , 494x478 , 11125426_p5.png ) Sid explains briefly, "Yes, the arm sections of the robots were named for the engineers who came up with the initial designs, Gordias and Midas."

>>	Voyager 17/10/30(Mon)20:50:20 No. 78472 File 13130729274.png - (4.14KB , 89x114 ) >>78471 "Do you also have a part named after you, Mr. Silversprocket? ...Mr. ...Sturmgust?" The shaman seems unsure what to call him.

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 17/10/30(Mon)20:52:35 No. 78473 File 130466399513.jpg - (17.31KB , 167x225 , sid.jpg ) Sid shakes his head. "I do not, no. My involvement came later in the development."

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 17/11/02(Thu)15:50:38 No. 78476 File 129910793379.png - (253.80KB , 494x478 , 11125426_p2.png ) Next thread! >>78475

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The group makes a number of travel preparations, anticipating an early departure on dragonback to Loudwater for their rendezvous with Sid. The five have a restful sleep at the Tavern of the Flagon Dragon, a higher-class establishment in the Castle Ward not too far from the famous Blackstaff Tower. Your expenses have been covered for this stay, as you act on the behalf of the Council of Waterdeep, and so long as you continue to do so, you don't have to worry about paying for an inn in the City of Splendors.

However, when you awaken, the next morning, you sense that something has changed. It's not a subtle change to most of you, as Torinn, the shaman, Ramuh, and Myn can all feel something very drastically different about the magic they wield. It's a rather drastic change, as if the very fabric of reality itself has been somehow twisted and altered. However, upon meeting in the inn's main hall, you notice that it seems as though most of the inhabitants have barely noticed a thing. Sureiya has noticed some minor changes, mostly to his magic items, but you also notice that, somehow, your magical reagents and gold coins that you stored within your bags of holding have also had a change in quantity.

Normal life seems to be progressing for the majority of Waterdeep, but those of you who wield powerful magics know that something very odd and very unsettling has happened. It might be a good idea to seek out an expert on such matters.

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>>	ASTAROTH 16/02/29(Mon)10:21:40 No. 78279 File 131005618892.jpg - (118.36KB , 233x532 , hoh___.jpg ) >>78275 "I suppose we'll be hiding behind the trees, then?" Torinn inquires.

>>	Guest 16/02/29(Mon)10:26:58 No. 78280 >>78279 "It shouldn't took us long" the ranger explains. "These soldiers look strong, and I got no intention to fight them alone" Sureiya says, thinking back about their fight a few minutes ago.

>>	ASTAROTH 16/02/29(Mon)10:33:02 No. 78281 >>78280 "Most soldiers are."

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 17/08/25(Fri)21:57:12 No. 78284 File 130101422990.png - (318.54KB , 486x800 , 11125426_p1.png ) This thread is being retconned out of existence! Stand by.

Reiyasu removes the cult disguise and approaches the enormous dragon-like corpse, Torinn traveling alongside him. They barely manages a few steps in its direction before a low rumble resounds over the top of the spire.

WHO TREADETH NOW UPON MY BONES... AND WAKETH ME FROM SLUMBER SWEET...?
The voice is simultaneously something you hear with your ears and something that resounds within your very soul. It is simultaneously male and female. It carries the weight of both a command and an inquiry. It is not the voice of a mortal creature. Suddenly, the eyes of the petrified entity take on a soft, red glow, and you feel as though you are being watched by it.

It's about this time that a canary lifts off from atop the dragon's head, and flutters downward towards the raised platform in front of the spectacle. It lands upon the center of the platform and chirps briefly.

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Voyager 16/02/05(Fri)12:17:38 No. 78227 >>78226 After a brief pause to think through her words, the shaman continues. "That world is ruled by Sorcerer-kings, unchecked tyrants who drain the life out of the land the primordials fought to defend. Athas needs a guardian, but the primordials of legend lay dormant, and are unable to act. ...The spirits still seek a method to travel back to that world, but I will find it eventually. And once you, Lord Asgorath, regain your full strength, it would not be a difficult matter for you to topple these destructive rulers and restore life of Athas." The shaman pauses again, this time to bow before Asgorath with her spirits. "To that end, we pledge our services to you. Would you help us?" Last edited at 16/02/05(Fri)12:18:24

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Dungeon Master Shion 16/02/05(Fri)12:25:29 No. 78228 File 144523736036.png - (117.16KB , 256x256 , asgorath minion.png ) I understand. The dragon-god's voice booms in the shaman's mind, but it seems aware that it is speaking directly to the spirits rather than the human herself. Power is thy wish. As ever, the world is unchanging. Very well, misbegotten pawn. Amuse me--fulfil thy role in the mortals' struggle for Toril, and perhaps thy wish shalt be granted.

>>	Voyager 16/02/05(Fri)12:30:40 No. 78229 >>78228 The shaman looks up. "Thank you. We will do our part."

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 16/02/05(Fri)12:35:26 No. 78230 File 144523736036.png - (117.16KB , 256x256 , asgorath minion.png ) Without saying another word, the small dragon fades from view.

The cultist in the middle suddenly transforms--and a half-second later, the cultists have landed to the side of the carts, and have drawn weapons, and a huge black dragon stands tall in the middle.

"Tremble, for--"

"Enough! You face Valanor the Slayer, wretch!" interrupts the gold dragon, punctuating his threat with a roar.

This has quite an effect on the black dragon, which lets out a half-roar that might be the draconic equivilant of a yelp, and takes to the sky--heading west, away from the Well of Dragons.

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Voyager 15/10/10(Sat)13:07:30 No. 77844 >>77843 "If the canary really was guiding us, could the climby members of the party please investigate where it was? Maybe there's something there," the shaman suggests, hoping to find out what Asgorath is doing here, and how it ties into the current Well of Dragons situation.

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Guest 15/10/10(Sat)13:57:19 No. 77845 "Well, at this point I'd say our infiltration was a success" the ranger says, as he removes the cultist's clothes and mask and places it inside of the magic bag. Then, he approaches the massive dragon head, and if nothing seems to be immediately dangerous, he climbs on it and looks around the place where the canary vanished. Remove silly clothes, equip casque of tactics. Take ten on Athletics.

>>	ASTAROTH 15/10/10(Sat)13:59:15 No. 77846 Torinn tries climbing. He's no so good at it, though. Athletics: http://orokos.com/roll/332641 (17)

>>	Dungeon Master Shion 15/10/10(Sat)14:36:00 No. 77848 File 144081658034.png - (607.82KB , 1024x576 , final_fantasy_xiv___wrath_of_midgardsormr_by_chibi.png ) >>77847 Continued.