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Garath’s Journal - Within Tarek Nev
What the hell is Yorell even still with us for? He is just the boat we hired. I can appreciate that there must be many rare herbs that only grow in such a volcanic place, and much wealth laying around. But that’s NOT why Kelgryn and I are here in Tarek Nev. Kel needs to destroy the Urloc, or destroy his sword, or whatever. I am here to witness what is going on, and to try to, if possible, keep such evil things from becoming powerful again, thus starting huge wars all over again. That would be bad. Millions of innocent people would die. If I have a chance to contribute to the prevention of such an occurrence, it is my duty to help. Yorell, on the other hand has already gotten us into trouble with his impatient, money and power hungry attitudes. Our new friend Aroth was nearly killed when Yorell jumped into combat (which he is not very good at) instead of trying to help him in other ways that Yorell is better at, such as healing, or blinding the enemies, or casting protection spells on him.
Yorell’s Memoirs
At sea, waters flux from the movement of the land beneath, the wind against and the pull of celestial forces above. On land, life shifts and sheds as nature bestows new demands. So shall you, my son, enjoy this close marriage to the essence flows. Only with the embrace of this dynamic will you come to the wisdom of identity.
Andorn SeaDrake to his son Yorell 5905 TE
My earliest memories of my childhood were of greeting the morning on a beach along the Bay of Ulor. My father and I watched the sun rise and then he would expect me to study the primer he had given me. That primer taught how to manipulate and control the essence flows around me. I grew in my proficiency quickly. I would use the flow to complete simple tasks such as raising the sails of our sloop or tying off ropes. Unfortunately there something inside me that tapped the flows directly. At times I drew in too much energy and it would explode around me. My father, through my life, helped me learn to control my energy reception, as much as possible, but for the rest of my life I would periodically have the problem of overdrawing the essence flows.
Tarek Nev
The day is overcast. The interior of Tarek Nev is oppressive. The living wall is silent and the Solaviers that shoot their deadly bolts are now as still as statues. You all wonder if the Demon Gate is as adept at keeping things inside the city as it is as keeping things out. The interior is in ruins. Some buildings remain intact but others are completely in shambles, unrecognizable as to what their original purpose was. Shadows are everywhere, moving in erratic motions.
Aranmor
Kelgryn sits on the beach looking intently at the orb in his hand. Inside the orb, in a translucent, azure liquid, floats the disembodied finger. The finger, slightly bent inward, swivels due south as the elf moves the sphere across his hand. When he holds it steady, the grotesque appendage uncoils stiffly in the appointed directed, as if to convey the sense of urgency from its lost owner. Kelgryn moves his hair locks behind his right ear. The newly formed ear has reached its normal size but the skin coloring still appears bleached against the Erlini’s olive complexion. Gryk is next to Kelgryn digging for a half buried shell in the sand. The ape suddenly loses interest, stops and jumps upon Kelgryn’s back. Kelgryn’s forlorn look breaks a slight smile. “Yes, I too am glad our stay here is ending. But I am still unsure how long our journey with the half human and the Lokaran will continue.”
The Long Night was my first campaign in Shadow World…sort of. It started in my own world but as I read more SW material the more I liked it and my world ended up morphing into Shadow World.
We started with Demons of the Burning Night but also used material from Jaiman and elements of the Grand Campaign.
While we started with 5 players, it turned into three: Kelgryn Dal’shrek of Urulan, Garath Talon’kara a retired Changramai warrior, and Yorell “The Seadrake”. It is their picture that is on the front page of this website.
It was an epic campaign that unfortunately ended before it’s time.
There is a lot more material: stories and journals that I have yet to post. Stay tuned.
The Seadrake in Danarchis
From the deck of the royal galleon Neela’s Favor, the new ruler of Danarchis, King Sephron, watched the descent of the sun beyond the horizon. Amongst the sun’s orange path over the waves, hundreds of fishing yachts trailed their nets behind them searching for hidden schools. War galleys, flying the Danarchan crest, drifted along the perimeter of the fishing fleet. The day had been a hot one and the crew appeared relieved at the cooling of dusk. Sitting lackadaisically at their posts, three sailors held sail lines and passed a decanter of Sel kai rum outside the view of the royal entourage. The crew and the royal servants slumped from heat and fatigue and either sat on crates or leaned against portions of the ship. A bard, who sat on the bow ramp, played his reed pipes quietly, keeping time with the rhythm of the waves.