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[Shoruke]

Next session is Saturday, at the usual time. My family will also be out of town, so yay for less distractions.
The session after that is going to be suspended, just in case week one of school involves a bunch of hard work that I do not anticipate.

Maelrigar got experience for the panthers in the top right area, and the bottom left area. That should be more than enough, considering you only participated in 1/3 of the fight 

Also, I think there is a common misconception going around, due to my rather hurried fluff when you guys first entered the tunnels. Between your circular starting area underground (with the wells) and the surface, there are quite a few offshoot caves that other adventurer and mercenary parties were assigned to. There are about 8 other little 'hubs' like yours, plus a couple dozen random offshoots from the connecting passage. So... trying to clear ALL OF THAT out without resting would be kinda, I dunno, counterintuitive. Plus, the Eridenean government will soon hear about how some monsters managed to break through to the surface and start killing civilians, so there's going to be some reorganization going on with the military and stuff. Incidentally, there might just be an opportunity for you guys to meet the mayor of Eriden soon.

I'll send Fool a PM about the Nymph thing... But Nymph's Kiss is an okay feat to have.
(hmm, perhaps I should have had Veshnoal take that feat, he could use more skill points... oh well, too late to get the full benefit from it now, first level is long gone for him.)

[Kogan Loloklam]

You mean Eriden, not Ibaea, right?

[Shoruke]

Yes. I fixed it.
Curse you people, and your spending too much time in the places I don't expect you to.

[RAM]

Couldn't the city have spent a little extra and and hired a retinue of mages to cloud-kill the tunnels before sending mercenaries in...

[syvarris]

Spoiler: Vaba's Journal (click to show/hide)

My horse doesn't seem to want to leave this roof, so I will take the time to update my journal.

After the Man behind the Orb gave us our "hints" it was quickly decided that we should head to the surface as soon as possible.  Most of the party ran to the surface at top speed.  My horse however only trotted.  I enjoy having a mount so much.  On our way up we noticed that there were no guards anywhere, not even corpses.  Once we reached the surface we were greeted by an empty square and screams coming from all around. 

We headed towards the nearest source of screams, and saw a panther seemingly made of shadow blocking an alleyway leading to some civilians.  And a young dwarf barbarian was with the civilians.  At first I thought Uskton had actually survived the trek across the desert, but this was a different dwarf.  Since Mael and the others would easily dispatch the panther, and I am the most mobile person in the group, I urged my horse towards a more distant source of screaming.  Strangely, I was joined by Lith and Stihe riding a puma.  They were both miniaturized.  Andre was close behind riding his dog.

My horse ran down a large alley and I immediately fired two arrows into the nearest panther.  I heard some wizard barking orders at the cats and had my horse rush out the other side of the alley.  I was greeted by a sickly green ray nearly hitting my head.  I swiveled quickly and shot twice into the wizard as my horse reared and swatted at a panther.  The large feline sidestepped and ripped a gash into my horses side.  The panthers claws... flashed as it ripped through my horse's hide.  I only now realize I should have bought armor for my horse.  Another panther ran past a small group of civilians and began clawing at my horse's other side.

Behind me, Lith cast some spell giving me extreme speed.  He told me to shoot the wizard, but I decided against it.  As the two panthers leapt at my horse again I shot one in the face, then grabbed a potion I had gotten from a cleric.  The other was hit in the side by a donkey made of dust; probably another spell of Lith's.  I leaned down and forced my horse to drink the potion.  Immediately my horse began rising into the air at a fast clip.  One of the panthers leapt up and bit my horse's ankle, but my horse still managed to crawl onto the roof.  I looked out into the alley and saw something terrifying: Dust Badgers EVERYWHERE.  The panthers were being swarmed by them.

I finished off the last panther as the enemy wizard cast spells at us while invisible.   Andre ran to one of the downed civilians and gave him a potion of healing.  Andre then cast some spell causing a thin sheet of water to fall on the area where the wizard should be.  The wizard was eaten by rabid dust badgers before I could get a shot in.

Vaba claims the 6,500 sp and 30,000 cp then transmutes them into gold coins of the same value.  I'll also grab the wand if nobody wants it.  Maybe I can carve it into a super-arrow.  What happens when you break a wand again?

If Kogan is okay with it I steal take partial payment in the form of 500 gp from Stihe.

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Andre Clearwaters Journal Part 6 (click to show/hide)

((The margins are oddly sparse of writing.))

Updates are in order...our excursion into the caves hath seized us another orb...this time, the Purple Menace used some sort of Shadow-Elementals against us.

It was a dire battle-I feared Raspul, our Necromancer would have met his end, but his will is strong. He lives...I was able to showcase my new powers. Thunder and Lightning! Crash and boom!

It was a sight to see...and, we slew the creatures. I took a minor wound-these creatures seemed to be able to "jaunt" through the shadows, so I could not really prevent it...but, a quick healing spell later and I felt fine. Were that the only thing we had to deal with today.

I, Stihe and that Sand-Druid fellow had fallen a bit behind-the others had gone ahead. As soon as we emerged from the caverns, we were shocked-the guards had been overrun! Evil had escaped on our watch...and, innocents were in danger. We did the heroic thing-charging toward the sounds of screaming.

Our foe was more of those vile Panthers-backed up by a Evil Dwarf Wizard...I regret to say, we were...I was not fast enough to save one of the civilians. If I had just had a few more seconds...just a few more seconds. If only.

We dispatched the panthers with some difficulty-and the rest of the civlians we did save. I even gave one a healing potion, though I doubt she will remember who saved her when she recovers. That is fine-the action was good, and it's own reward.

Of course, the Wizard Dwarf was a coward-he was last of all, and hiding under a cloak of foul arcane invisibilty...but, I was prepared this time! A simple create water cantrip revealed his location, and we were able to dispatch him, I an very pleased to report. Is it not fitting to bring down a Wizards arrogance with the pure power of nature? It is!

I claimed a Darkwood Buckler from him-it barely seems used-and a pecuilar ring, that I can feel drew a repelling shield around me. Judging by the damage I've taken lately, I can use all the help I can get defending myself.

Later, our party reconvened. We are currently deciding if to rest, or press on. In truth, my spells are depleted save for one, though my crossbow is still ready. If called upon, I'll do my best.

In even better news, Stihe is talking to me again. I must have forgotten how variable her temper is-like a hot summer, storm one day...sunshine the next, one day a drought, the next a cleansing rain. For now, my heart is glad that she is safe, though I fear her constant nightmares may only get worse as time goes on...I have been afraid to ask her about them. What if I open some door that would rather have been best left closed?

Anyway...met the new Sand-Druid, you know. Seems a decent enough fellow, if a little bit *serious*. Stihe gets along with him anyway. He can even summon sand-animals-not dangerous ones anyway, but still impressive. Still, he should lighten up a bit!

...

One more thing. Been feeling weird lately. I might have to see a doctor soon...I bet I caught something from that dratted panther, or maybe the Ashwyrm. Or maybe Izzak poisoned my food before he disappeared. Or maybe. Or.

Myaea.

Fhurga. Keck. Tarok.

Omens Signed
-Been feeling...off. Fever gone but itchy. Sweaty. Hungry. Itchy. Hungry.

[Theoboldi]

Spoiler: Raspul's Journal (click to show/hide)

Another fight with the purple man's forces. After his warning of panthers attacking the town, we rushed to the surface, hoping that it was a bluff. I tired myself a bit during the run, but managed to keep up with the others. We emerged from the cave, only to see a fire burning in a nearby merchant stall, and hear the screams of many people, coming from three directions. We split up, me, Mael, Mystellar, Ethan and Anderson going to the left, while the Clearwaters, Lith and Vaba ran to the right.

The battle was not that eventful, me just standing back while trying to hit things my spectral hand and Bob doing his usual tireless sword-swinging. The enemys we found were weird panther-like creatures (although they made distincly unpanther-like sounds) and some more of the dwarfes we fought before. Sadly, it seems I exhausted myself too much running from the cave, as I was not abe to hit a single target today.
Many of the civilians were saved, and some even fought against the panthers themselves. One of them was dwarf, and I am not sure if I can trust him. Granted, he is not duergar like those of the purple man, but he weirdly enough was the only dwarf around his group, making it the only one to miss a duergar. Very suspicious.

Despite all our efforts though, a lot of the civilians died, meaning our reward will probably be only of a small amount. Luckily for me, this last wizard had a lot of useful equipment on him, including several scrolls, a magical ring, and a Robe of Demiarmor. (Excellent protective armor.(Also looks nice.(And is very comfortable.)))

Still, I am worried about the events of the last few days. First I was nearly killed twice, once by those acid elemntals and then again by those horrific evil ones. And today I have seen so many of these civilians die, me unable to help them even though the channeling of life forces is the very thing I am studying. I will need to double my efforts in my studies on immortality. Otherwise, I see black for my own future.

[Haika]

Spoiler: Whispers of the Sands, Journal 1, Session 36 (click to show/hide)

So my 'adventure' begins. It's not the greatest thing I've ever done in my life. The sands seem to support it however.

Apep has been strangely quiet, though my spells seem to work fine.

These new adventurers I find myself with seem acceptable. The young halfling girl seems to have taken a liking to Mau. I haven't told her how many human throats the cat has removed yet. I'm still trying to gauge the reactions of my new teammates to my ways of thinking. And her shrink spell is useful, it allows both her and I to ride the puma and move quickly where we need to be.

Our battle in in the caves had ended, and we used this shrink and ride tactic to follow after everyone. As soon as we were told of the attack on the town most of the group ran off quickly at the risk of their own health. The villagers could wait long enough for us to get there. In fact I believe they would be all the more grateful if we showed up at the last minute and saved them. Meaning more rewards and honors for us. These are after all desert peoples. Even with some of the despised wizards casting their pallor on certain parks and gardens, most of the populous lives within the desert's embrace.

My part of the battle involved me giving a desert summon to the halfling girl, and casting my own summon. The panthers who were attacking intrigued me, as they seemed similar to Mau but with an otherworldly effect. If I had time, I might have tried to capture one alive and see about training it.

The other enemy was one of those dark dwarves. A mage who turned himself invisible once he saw the tide of battle turning against him. The sands however do not care about mere mortal sight. The dustforms saw right through it and kept attacking, eventually one of the plant druids called forth water upon him, and it was visible where he stood.

After the fight had ended, we searched his body. The other druid got a nice ring, while I took an amulet of health, that I gave to Mau to wear. It makes a rather nice collar on the beast, and she doesn't seem to mind. The magical enchantment should help her survive more in close combat.

We then once more shrunk and mounted upon the cat. The others had finished clearing the rest of the panthers and attacking dwarves, and we relaxed. There was talk of clearing the caves all at once, but honestly, I feel more interested in taking a restful meditation. And the magical elf in the party looked far more weary than I.

I must remember to inquire about our rewards, we saved a stall of items from being burnt to the ground, and while some civilians were lost, we saved a number of others. The military should compensate us some for the extra kills for the agreement upon the purge, but I was hoping for something more from this 'heroic' saving of the town.

Oh and I'm curious. Is someone keeping track of group inventory? Anything from these loot amounts that isn't claimed should probably fall into there, for either later use or selling. I'm not sure what exactly I might want, but like the talk of that broken armor. It might be repaired, and thus shouldn't just poof. If you can see what I'm thinking.

[RedWarrior0]

Woohoo for last minute journals! In addition, looks like I will actually be able to show up today. As long as we keep it to one night per week.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

To my departed sister,

The chill is constant. As we ascended from the caves after our fight with those things of corruption, it stopped. In the midday heat, I was dazed for a brief second, when I had a vision of ice, sand, and storm. The Ice burned away to nought; the Storm withered without water; the Sand blew away to reveal a gaping void beneath. The light faded to darkness, then I was hit again by the blinding light of the sun and came to my senses.

Screams were heard in the air and I saw a strange panther, with claws of pearl. When Maelrigar struck it, it screamed, but no scream should be like that scream. Other, more mundane, screams were evident in the east, southwest, and west. Lyca and I made our way southwest with Andersen, though the panthers struck down two or three of the civilians there before we could stop them. There was also a dwarf, one of those Duergar, who I helped eliminate with a Dire Bat.

After the rush of the battle, I had time to ponder the strange vision I had; I heard mention of one of the other druids had summoned some creatures made of sand. When I had made the necklace for Andre, some force had compelled me to include storm motifs in its design. I think I am called by some force of the cold to stop the flame which burned the ice. The world must be icy somewhere, and I am to guard that spot, wherever it is.

[Dwarmin]

Remembering...Shoruke asked for me to pass for new spells for him before I used them. Hence, can I get this approved?

Sandstorm. Page 122

Homebrewed Storm Mote, Earth to Water

Spoiler: Typhoon Mote (click to show/hide)

Evocation [Air, Water]
Druid 3, Sorcerer/Wizard 3
Components: V, S, M, D/F
Casting Time: 1 SA
Range: 100 Ft +10 ft a level
Effect: Cylinder 5 ft radius, 10 foot high
Duration: 1 round a level
Saving Throw: Fort half
Spell Resistance: Yes

You create a whirling vortex of sand. It flies at 60 ft per round (perfect manueverabilty), and you can concentrate on it's every movement or specify a simple program. Directing the Vortexes movement is a move action, while changing it's programmed movement is a standard action. If you don't move or program the Vortex, it merely stays at rest, spinning and howling. The Vortrex dissipates if it exceeds the spells range.

If a Storm Mote enters a space with a creature, it stops moving for a round and does 2d8 damage to that creature. A succesful fortitude save reduces damage by half. Those outside the Vortex have concealment against those inside. The Vortex extinguishes all non-magical flames.

AMC: A pinch of sand

Edit: You know what, can I also get this minorly homebrewed? I just wanna change the spell descriptor from Earth to Water, since Andres not a desert mage, he would use it differently than one. It's a tiny little thing... ^_^

[Shoruke]

Okay, I am starting the server up WAY early, so that people can join and chat or whatever. Plus, it'll let me get a feel for what I have to create at the last minute before the session starts, because there are at least a half dozen forseeable ways today's session could go. Note that that count only includes forseeable and somewhat sane outcomes. I am thoroughly convinced you people are capable of coming up with something that is downright silly.

Also, today is likely to be a bit of a shorter session... I have thing to do later tonight, so yeah. Sorry about that ahead of time. Here's hoping the stopping point happens right after you guys finish a bunch of Gather Information checks or something, so you have two weeks to mull it over and make intellectual conversation. Wooo...

As for Storm Mote, I think I'll change the concealment aspect of it to be more like storm spells. Your target gains concealment against you if you try to make a ranged attack out of, into, or through the Storm Mote. Other than that, it's fine.

[Dwarmin]

Did you catch my little thing..

Would it be alright if it was a Water Spell instead of a Earth Spell?

It's not cheese, since I already get storm power from wind, it's just for flavor.

Edit: Ideally, it would be called Typhoon Mote then. Assuming the change is accepted.

[Shoruke]

Sure, that's fine.

Successful journals:
6: Ethan: 425
5: Vaba, Andre, Raspul, Stihe: 500
4: Lith: 575

[Kogan Loloklam]

Because everyone isn't currently in the session I am posting it here...

800 gold coins for Raspul, Maelrigar, Ethan, Sithe, Andre, Vaba, Lith, Mystellar, and Anderson. 300 gold coins for the party fund. This is for the 15 kills we had at the end of session 36.

(Edit: I assume this is the same for a Puma.)
(Edit 2: Filan is Stihe's new mount.)

[The Fool]

Any chance that I can post my journal for exp? I can have it done in the morning. Between work and other things I haven't had time to write the journal. I don't want to fall too far behind in exp.

EDIT: I hope Raspul doesn't mind a rivalry with a paladin. About the only way that he'd travel with a necromancer is that he'd kill Raspul if he became a lich. Until then he is just suspicious of Raspul.

If I get exp that would be a bonus, but here is my journal:

Spoiler: The Paladin's Song: The Defense of Eriden (click to show/hide)

     Having killed the corrupt elementals we needed to return to Eriden. Knowing that something was wrong I tirelessly ran to the surface, some of the others followed. By the time that we had reached the surface the sky was black with smoke, and my nose itched with the scent of burning flesh. Fires had erupted throughout the city, stalls were burning, and the screams of the innocent filled the air. The weight of the sharrash was great, and I had killed many, but I drew it once again. There was an unspeakable evil at work here and it is my job to kill it. I burst forward towards the nearest scream. I wasn’t out to save them, only to damn what they saw back to their own plane.

   Pulling the corner I saw a group of panthers that were black as night attacking the people of this once great city. I rushed towards them chanting the words of Pelor, no evil will survive this day. I swung hard and I gored the panther, but it refused to lie down. The others crowded around, and I knew that these panthers were as good as dead. I headed south without waiting for the others. The longer that I wait the more likely the enemy would move on, so there was no time to waste. The weight of the full-plate makes me regret having chosen it. I run so slow that I could practically feel the evil creeping away from me, but this was no time to lament on my decisions, I had things to kill.

   I crossed the market square, which seemed worse for wear, and headed into the complex of stone buildings where I had heard a scream only moments before. I ran down the wide alleyway and headed right into an opening. A duergar wizard and a group of panthers with claws of pearl had cornered the civilians and slowing starting picking at them, as if they were vultures upon its prey. Like meat in a fire they were helpless as they approached from all sides. Pulling the last corner I was greeted by one of the panthers, which I grazed with my blade as I moved by it. I quickly moved into the middle of the room and fell into a bloody rage. The sharrash moved about in wide arcs, hitting with every stroke and movement almost as it was Pelor himself swinging the blade. Some of the enemies seemed to ignore me and dig into the flesh of the civilians without even a second thought, vile creatures. Before even a single enemy fell some of the others caught up with me and began to assist, even Raspul, who I swore to kill if he ever achieved lichdom. The wizard knew that he would be the next to die and cast invisibility on himself. Ethan thwarted his attempt to escape by summoning a gigantic dire bat, which swooped down on the cowardly invisible caster. With a thud a darker pressed in area appeared, and quickly filled with blood. He was dead. In the flurry of blades and claws two of the civilians had died from the panther attacks, and one of the others was bloodied. If it weren’t for the cleric that was with them more would have died a swift and painful death.

   I approached one of the civilians that was bloodied and asked simply if he was alive. It seemed as if he wasn’t done living yet, so I laid my hands over his head and prayed for his wounds to close. With a brief flash of divine light his wounds closed, and he was alive. Despite this the civilians seemed angry that I had a healing ability but had refused to heal them until now. I don’t answer, because I know that they won’t understand that the enemy would just undue what little healing could be done. I moved up to the corpses and moved them next to each other. I laid their arms on their chests and closed their eyes. I sang a sorrowful song for the dead, they deserved that much. It was a long time since I last sang, perhaps I should attempt to take up singing again.

Thanks for posting the reward Kogan.

EDIT2: BTW puma is a category of cat, which includes cougars and some panthers. The leopard SRD entry mentions panthers, and no other entry is even close, so I'd assume so as well.