The Rise of the King

Closing of the Rift

Legends tells two Tales of what happened at the Keep on the Shadowfell. Below is what you would hear, if some of the Human decendants would tell the Tale.

Ages ago…a Cult of Orcus, in an attempt to bring forth the denizens of thier Dark Lord of Destruction, found a portal to the Shadowfell. Deep within the caverns north of what is now called Winterhaven. As they prepared to open up the Rift, a contingent of the Narfell Empire’s most elite guard rode in to stop the Priests. At thier side were allies from the dwarven empire as well as a contingent of Elves from the East.

As they fought the undead minions of the Priests, and the priests themselves, They were at awe at the blade prowess of one of the Elven warriors. He cut a swath through the priests and soon found himself split from the main battle group. As the main group reached the bottom levels they sent a messenger to the surface…This would be the last time anyone would hear from the group.

a Dark blast of energy erupted from the cavern, and all fell silent. As another group of warriors and healers decended back into the caverns, everything was slain. The Shadowrift Portal had been closed, and the Orc priests dispatched. One Human was found, who, with his last breath, whispered a tale of deception. He spoke that the Elven blademaster turned on his own group, killing them, and then began dispatching everyone he could reach, Orcus minion and hero alike. It was his Fell stroke that destroyed the Orc head Priest and caused the destructive Blast. Even after the Clerics had said that the ritual could react violently if not undone.

Surprisingly, The Elf did survive the Blast. When the rescue group got to the lower levels, The Elf was scrying something on the wall in a crypt just above the main room in a small alcove. The Elf then bolted from the Group and emerged into the daylight above. Those that witnessed it said that He was babbling and screaming like a Mad Man… He ran off and was never seen again.

But the Tale of the Elves of a small village from the East tell a totally different story.

The Elves tell that when they met the enemy deep within the labrynth, The dark powers of the Portal corrupted the Men.. and that they turned on themselves. slaying the dwarves and men alike. The Elf broke free from the carnage. He fled to the lowest level, and found the Orcus head Priest. He slew the creature and the backlash from the interupted Ritual caused the blast.

His mind was assailed with all the evil that had filled the room and drove him Mad…he recovered a few months after enough to pass along the tale to his young son before he died.

The elves are content with knowing the truth.. but over the years, it has become a sore spot within the Elven community and is rarely if ever spoken of.

The Faithful Day
Day One

The Old man seemed content to enjoy the smoke that trailed from his pipe.. almost ignoring those students who had gathered … waiting… not making a sound.. in fear of missing any morsel of the legendary Tale.

“So… where was I?.. OHh yes.. the Death of a god, and the faithful meeting of the Chosen…He continued…

It was a Warm Day… Not unlike most days during the late spring. The small farming Village known simply as Hammlett is not known for much… but would soon be legendary.

A Young Pelorian Paladin,who called himself Borogan Had come to the Town, searching for a lost artifact that would help cleanse his dieing Uncle. A Father Took… if I am not mistaken.. and you know.. that I am rarely ever am.

In his company, came his Eladrin half sister, Violet, Herself an accomplished Sword Maiden of Narsil. The Fae Guardian Lilly, whose wiley magics and fey tactics buzzed about the two.. fussing more like a mother hen over the Eladrin Princess.  Ahh Yes...I would be remiss if I did not mention, that this young Eladrin.. was the High Princess of Narsil... and on a secret quest to protect her older half brother on his fool quest.

From the Gates, a small framed priestess of Melora, who went by the name of Riana at the time, strolled up on the scene. Her visions had guided her to this place.. at this exact time… But she was uncertain as to why… more to her in a minute though my friends…

As they passed on pleasentries.. the fellow.. the bumbling apprentice that I spoke of before? why at this time.. He stumbled out of the Mayor’s Office.. nearly trampling the others in the process! It was an.. unlikely meeting.. indeed..”

The Old Man chuckled, almost remembering that day,as if he had been there.

“Well.. of course he mentioned that his Master had sent him to find the Ranger Kurgan… and wanted to know if they had known his whereabouts… Well unbenownest to our wizard’s apprentice… the Paladin and his friends were trekking to find the old Hermit themselves..for only he knew the whereabouts of the Jade Chalice… the only artifact that could save his Uncle.

Well Our Hapless adventurers spend that evening planning within the Inn… getting to know one another.. sizing each other up… you could bet. That next morning the headed north into the woods. The followed deer trails and passages found by the Melorian Priestess…”

“But Sir.. that is only Five.. if my count is right..You still haven’t..” One of the students had begun to question before quick look from the Man quieted any more questions.”

“I know.. I am getting to him.. He actually wasn’t there that first night.. despite what you may have learned…

At any rate.. as they entered an opening… the Fae Guardian, small and tiny, was attacked from the sky by a large white Owl… who carried her into this Darkness… and then, from that Darkness came an ebon Hand.. holding a crossbow. Outstepped The Scion of Darkstone…

Yes.. they were not the best of Friends when they Met… and yes.. the Owl was Cord the Eternal.. and no he didn’t eat the faerie…of course not…

Anyway… soon they did become friends.. and the Dark One agreed to help the other Five.

And in that one moment… the six had gathered.. and the Chosen had formed.

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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