Adventures in Talead

Death of a God
The end of Fear

Once in Deimos’ Castle there were only two ways this would end. His end, or our own.

After the fight with Simmes we had to contend with the castle’s other residents, some shadow creatures, 2 flaming skulls and 2 abominations of this realm.

Once past these trials we came across a nearly unconscious Forest goddess. She healed up as thanks for rescuing her and then promptly passed out due to exhaustion.

Once we were ready we entered the chamber of Deimos. his mastery of fear and things that bring terror was formidable. Thanks to Gwyn, Durrock and the others we were able to end him. I suspect that The goddess in thee other room was helped weaken him enough so that we could end him. The artifacts he left behind were designed to instill fear in all those who saw them. My hope is that soon they can be buried with this castle.

Loki also wanted to offer his thanks and presented us with more artifacts of questionable origin. Though we claimed many of them, I suspect the most dangerous was left behind. Now that we are out of the castle all that is left is to return home. I suspect we will be not returning home with that which we sought to recover…I hope to see him again.

~Ren Guardsman of Caliminorn, wielder of Death, Friend of the Lord of Kobolds.

Musings on the deaths of Gods
Primordial scribe Oratus Commented on by Orchalcus of Traan Scribe to the High King of Traan

In the beginning the chaos was formed into the planes of existence by The Primordials. They divided the positive and the negative.
From these planes they created beings of immeasurable power to watch over them and control the wild energies that still flowed through them.
These new beings being bored created life so that they could be revered.
This new life revered their creators with such fervor they named their creators Gods.
Emboldened by their creations the Gods sought even more power.
Not content with their own planes they sought out the others.
Wars were waged.
Countless lower beings lost their lives.
Still a God never died.
For such a thing to happen would be unthinkable.
Such powerful beings were surely immortal.
Soon the Gods banded together to take power from their own creators.
The Primordial saw this and were outraged.
To go against the creating energies was unimaginable.
The war that was waged destroyed the planes of existence.
Hardly any life remained.
The Primordials decided that the Gods did not deserve the power they had been granted.
And so the once omnipotent beings were cast down.
Still they didn’t die.
Forever cursed to walk their own destroyed planes for eternity.
Soon The Primordials fell asleep.
The Gods discovered that their powers had not been taken from them, merely locked away.
Overtime the Gods reawakened their power.
And war began anew.
The Gods vying for the power contained within the planes.
It was in one of these battles that the unthinkable occurred.
A God struck down, by another God.
The Battle stopped.
The killer threw down his weapon, so appalled by his own actions.
It was at that battle that a new god was born.
From the chaos a child stepped out.
He decreed from this day forth no God would fight another God.
And so time went on.
The planes flourished.
There was peace.
Until there wasn’t.

What Oratus does not mention is that the gods did continue fighting. However the conflicts were always minor, some god of some star wanting to be the new god of that star. Or some god of war wanting to be the most powerful god of war. Never again did they attempt to kill one another. That is of course until the battle waged in stories; between the God Ra and Apep his brother. Of course we know very little from this time. The books and much of the writings were destroyed in the battles that spanned whole planes ending on a small world known as Talead, in which countless gods lost their lives in battle. To kill a god though for another god seems to be rather taboo. While it does happen in this story it causes a shift in the power of the gods. It does seem when the battle ended on Talead the gods decided for a time to leave the world alone, to let it heal. For a mortal to kill a god though. It would take monumental effort. They are beings of great power, but they are not Immortal. Perhaps all that is required is great skill, cunning, and weapons forged by gods. We shall never know.

Battle of Waterfall Castle

Rockie is still rightfully upset about being teleported into a kobold. I think the sight will stay with him forever, or at least until there is enough of Durrak’s alcohol to burn that image from his mind.

Further into the castle we met an iron golem that put up a fight. I have gifted Gorry my shiny axe that we found all those months ago in the temple of Apep, my hope is that with that she will be able to do damage to Deimos, She is our best to hope to deal with his fear aura.

In the large chamber overlooking the river we fought Symes again. He has grown powerful, though we were able to vanquish him once more…hopefully this is the last time, though I am not holding my breath for it. I expect to seem him at the final battle.

We were able to solve Deimos Column puzzle and freed a being of great power, weather it was the goddess of the jungle or not we shall soon see. It took off after Deimos and we shortly after followed, in an anti-chamber we fought some undead beings in complete darkness. maybe it was supposed to represent what we are facing…un-ending darkness that nothing can pierce. After the undead we heard a sound and a tiny Loki appeared on the door where we entered. I am not sure if he is helping us or hindering us. I can only hope it is the former.

Now we steel ourselves for a battle between gods in the hopes we can help The jungle goddess triumph. If we fail, I am not sure we alone can do very much

~~~Ren, Guardsman of Caliminorn, wielder of Death.

I teleported inside a kobold
Rockie has an adventure

There are things in life that you do not expect.

One of them was appearing in the middle of another being. When you deal with magic and the dealings of gods, some times things you don’t expect happen. When I returned to my camp to meet with my lieutenants about causing a distraction for Deimos; Ava and Morgana had already hatched a plan with Ava’s patron. The deal was struck without my consent, and it went ahead with out a hitch… I suppose. Ava asked to be in the place that we could do the most to stop Deimos… which was apparently his waterfall side palace; inside the kobold general who quickly ceased to be.

When we arrived there was a large cloud of smoke… presumably our cover for arrival. all it did was hide the carnage that ensued for the next few minutes. It didn’t take long for our force to overwhelm the unprepared kobolds. and shortly there after we reunited with Ren and the rest of the party. I honestly did not expect to see them again, with any luck we will be able to do what we need to do here. Symes is about, we heard his voice as soon as we entered the fortress.

With any luck Symes will meet his end here for the last time, though I am not holding my breath.

We are stronger together than we are apart is what my mom would say.

~~Rockie, Guardsman of Caliminorn, Leader of the Kobolds of Shamash.

The River March
Sessions ??, 7th of Artimine - 11th of Artimine

Story coming soon…

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After the Tree
Battle of Waterfall Castle
Death of a God
I teleported inside a kobold
Musings on the deaths of Gods

After the Tree
Deeper into the Jungle towards Deimos

Rockie has gone to rally the kobolds. It was his decision. This is his crusade after all. I don’t pretend that what he wants is also what the world needs. Deimos needs to be defeated.

Every day we are closer to Deimos, that is every day we are closer to ending his hold on this jungle. Dreams have become nightmares in this jungle. Shadows float through my dreams, and apparently the dreams of others. This must be the work of Deimos, he has done it before. When Rockie was lost he entered our dreams to paralyze us with fear. Some dreams are more violent than others, our loved ones surround us in shadow, on light can show the way.

More waves of kobolds and their steeds. They crash upon us like waves on rocks. I am glad the others are strong enough to keep going. I will continue this fight until my dying breath if it means protecting the world from Deimos and Apep.

Something that I have noticed; in the beginning we felt fear at every turn, every little thing cause a sensation of fear. Maybe we have become desensitized to it. Still the fear remains, deep down. For Rockie though anything and everything must and will be done.

Another general was eliminated by Durrak. He has gained a new terrifying spell that can rend flesh from bone; the kobolds that faced it didn’t stand even a chance. Some times even friends can have terrifying power.

The Dragons have also grown more powerful, though Durrak has not gained any measure of control over them. Speaking to them does not seem to help me either. I will let Durrak and Gwyn handle them.

Gwyn seems to be taking this very well, she has always been fairly quiet, and rescuing her father and her mentor sit with her oddly. Neither are very talkative, perhaps that is where she gets it. Her power of the fey is also growing, every time we call upon them they take the form of badgers, and they protect her with everything they have. I think if she were to form a new noble house in Caliminorn her crest would have that of a tree and a badger.

Twink is staying strong, the last set of nightmares seems to have rattled her, but the fight with the T-rexes seems to have shaken her out of it. She is the ever-faithful shield maiden and will protect her charges with honor.

Gory seems to be more angry lately, the dinosaurs seem to have taken a liking to attacking her. Perhaps there is a new breed of barbarian fighter within her. Perhaps one day she will take on the animal aspect of the dinosaur.

I worry about Rockie. He has returned to his kobold army, he intends to cause a distraction so that we can get to Deimos more easily. I hope he survives. If he does, I am certain he will not be returning to Caliminorn until the final battle looms.

Ren Guardsman of Caliminorn ~Wielder of Death

After the stories
Gwyn's temple

After Ahkazriel told us his ridiculous stories we moved on to our original goal of reclaiming Gwyn’s temple.

Gwyn described the temple as a large termite mound made of wood. She was not wrong. that is precisely what it looked like, except massive.

When we got there we saw it was overrun by a large group of Kobolds. we dispatched them and found within the temple even more kobolds.

In the center of the temple we came across the general of Demos in charge. Thanks to Gwyn and the other we were able to remove him from Demos’ command. and secured the temple. In the crypts we managed to find the druid who once called this temple his. We helped him and he told us what had happened.

Tomorrow I intend to ask him some questions about the power Demos now wields.

This morning we heard a large number of Kobolds chattering about warning Demos about what had happened at the temple. he will be warned, but he will also be distracted. Rockie has volunteered to lead his army against another of Demos’ strongholds so that we may slip into the falls more easily. We will see him again I have no doubt.

~~~Ren Guardsman of Caliminorn.

The Musings of the Primordial Titan Perpetos

The Musings of the Titan Perpetos—-on the creation of the ageless monk as dictated to Pin Scribe of Perpetos (written in the oldest dialects of Primordial)

Time flows for all, but a few. Now the monk is one such being. He was one of the first mortals to decide that violence was not the answer. The other gods and titans thought of this as weakness. In him though I saw something eternal. While conflict is omnipresent, so must its counter.

And so I bestowed upon him that which is both curse and gift. I gave him a piece of myself, the perpetual one. Trapped within him is a small speck of eternal life. Though it comes at great cost. He is eternally silent. He is trapped within himself, unable to talk to those around him. This was the price the others demanded. So convinced that conflict is the only way to gain power they want him to be hampered by this silence, never able to convince others to peace.

Soon my brothers and sisters will return to fighting. That is in their nature never at peace. In time we may die, in time…HA. Time is the one thing we have too much of. We waste is fighting, never growing. This monk however is beyond that. He will move on from our squabbles and see what worlds we have wrought.

I suspect in time he will find a way to communicate, or at least help others see peace. My sister gave him a gift in secret; she thought the others would not see. He has the ability to see a short glimpse of the world’s future. For now the others desired no further recompense or additional struggle.

This monk will walk the world and we shall see what he does with his power. Perhaps he will grow bitter and kill all who disagree with him, or perhaps he will remain on the path he has laid before himself and remain non-violent.

If that latter happens I hope that one of my kin is alive to see his fortitude in the face of the world’s chaos.

For now before the others begin their battle I will give him one more boon, secret from the others, like my sister. Within him he will find the power to be anywhere he is needed, should …

The rest of the page seems smeared and undecipherable.

The Silent Monk
Legends from Lokis house

Excerpts from ancient tome Titled assorted tales from around the world, found in the Library of Loki, Trickster God.

The legend speaks of a tall slender figure, in some stories an elf, though it is never quite clear. The one thing that is always same in all of the collected text is that he is quite clearly a monk. The other thing that seems to hold true for all stories is that he never utters a single word. The thing that entrances most scholars is that these stories appear all over the world through all recorded histories

In the most ancient of legends he appears as a lone traveler on a road or just around a corner. He would appear in times of great strife and turmoil, some times disappearing for centuries, once the danger had passed. He would approach travelers, scholars, soldiers… any and all whom it seemed the world knew nothing about. He would show them where they needed to be. In some stories he would encourage the subject to seek training or a long journey with no certain end. Without fail the people would undertake these journeys as if compelled by some unknown force. Many of the stories are of course lost to time, and the fates of those involved are left unknown.

Over time the stories of the monk have drifted beyond myth and legend. Some clans still tell stories of an ancestor that met a traveler and decided to change their path through the cosmos. Most now think of these stories as mere morality tales, with no basis in reality. What they don’t know is that he is real.

The monk known in some tongues as The Ageless one is branded into the subconscious of every single living being on this planet, whether they know it or not. While he is not divine he is empowered to change the flow of history it seems. Always showing up when the world is at a precipice. His presence changes the people he interacts with. They become focused, if they are unguided. They become driven, if they are uninspired. They become the best they can possibly be to change the tides of wars and famines.

Letter from General Saran’an Yelnan to his wife Keyphine

Dear we are returning home. It is with a heavy heart I tell you of the prince’s death. We were set upon by what seemed like an army of trolls…their numbers in the hundreds. Of course the Prince fought with bravery; his mind still on the monk of legend. Of course we still need to find a way to feed our people. I have sent emissaries to the other kingdoms in search of aid, but I do not know if anything will come of it. Our allies are still trying to recover themselves. We may not succeed or even safely return home, but I want you tell our children the story that stole our prince so they can understand its price.

Around a curve in a road if you are walking at just the right time, it is said, you might find yourself face to face with a tall robed figure. It is not death, but a chance to save your people. With great speed he will meet you and give you a vision or a thought of where you need to go to stop the turmoil of the age. Here there is a choice; the strong will take up the challenge laid down regardless of potential risk. As quick as he appears he is gone. No trace left.

The scholars think this is a morality tale to teach the young to make the right choice in life. To seek out strength. Or the path is the one you set within yourself. It is more than that, it is truth. I could see it in the prince’s eyes.

With Love,


A list of collected tools for those looking to seek him out by Wizard DeathBeard:
Here a large number of lines have been marked out, only one line is legible
-Don’t, if you seek him out you will find nothing.

Collected facts about the monk:
Tall maybe 6 feet tall…tall for an elf
Faster than an arrow or any land animal..seems to me to be the foolish ramblings of a peasant
In some stories seems to almost teleport… maybe some magic there
Some stories an elf, others are non-descript…No reason not to believe this
Always silent except the voice in your head…always seems familiar
Always turns up in times of strife..almost a certainty if real
Never appears for more than one person at a time it seems… no accounts of more than one witness.
Seems to desire peace above all else…again almost a certainty
No trace left after encounter…maybe they didn’t look hard enough

The Monk Gathers some adventurers
part 1 and 2

Ronny Be’Deveir

I found him, or rather he found me. He was sitting on a barrel and something about the monk drew me to him.

I sat on the ground next to him even though i had to get home. He was calming. The building was starting to get stressful.

He didn’t talk but you could feel what he was asking for. I had to prepare myself and my family.

Tomorrow I would seek out training. By the time i looked around, no time had passed but he was gone.

Fale, Guardsman of Caliminorn.

The spirals started appearing yesterday. First in the dirt. Then the dirt seemed to change over the course of the day.

Now the spirals are in sand.
Surrounded by white rocks.
The spirals don’t seem to be a problem.

Im not sure, but i don’t think they are a problem.
Im not sure who made it.
They must see something beyond.

If any one asks they need to stay.
Im not sure why, but they are important.
Tomorrow ill watch.

Feng, Paladin of Bahgtru

He appeared out of nowhere.
Normally i would have attacked.
Something about him stayed my blade.

He closed the distance in an instant.
He put his hand on my shoulder.
I heard a voice, one it felt like i had heard before.

He said, go to caliminorn.
The people will meed you.
You will find your lost way.

His words held meaning i couldn’t put my finger on.
It wasnt a order, it was for me to decide.
The future seemed bright

Eleon, Ranger of the West

If i didn’t see it myself i wouldn’t have believed it.
He caught the arrow out of the air.
He dropped it. But it fell with grace.

He was too fast.
It is almost as if he was teleporting.
There werent even footprints

He was behind me before i could blink
He put his hand on my shoulder
I knew where i had to go.

The trip was going beyond the lands of my fathers.
To the other side of the world.
I had to get there.


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