The Lost Seekers

Cynetessa's Farewell
Thoughts from the ditzy sister

“Farewell, Seekers. The Fates have aligned. May they guide you well,”
Those were the last words as I saw them off: the dragon Agralethian, the half-elf Endolynn, the human Baldrin, the dwarf Viet, the celestial Jarenhome, the ‘resurrected’ Patty, and the out-of-towner Gryfalcon. It was a bitter farewell, though I tried to hide it. I do not truly know if they will be okay in the Sea of Sorrows, but I have faith. They have come thus far, after all.
Janda is displeased with me. She does not want to let them go; she is certain that they will die in facing Agamemnon. I am not so sure. They have my sister and Seaorin. They will be fine… right?
Lysander has returned to his people, as their leader Griffith has died. I shall head there soon. It is a long trek back, but I have heard of a wizard from Neverwinter who may be able to help me. First, however, I need to talk to Endolynn’s father, Cassius, and make the trek to the Smith on the Hill and Loftwick.
Why do this, Cynetessa? I can hear you ask already. Why are you parleying with Queen Ceseli and seeking out the Golden Swans? Why have you spoken to Xin Li and convinced her to seek out the last remnants of her order? Why do you send a message to Lillavida to meet you in the Dreadwood? Why do you beseech the gods themselves with prayers and pleas? What is your purpose?
My purpose only has one goal. It has been brought upon me to make an army. The forces of Good must stand against Agamemnon’s rising; we need every asset available to us to survive. The lichlings will hatch, whether we like it or not, and to stop this world from being Eaten by Agamemnon, we must band together and fight.
As I embark upon this journey, I write this to explain what it is that I am doing, why my madness seems so esoteric. Perhaps I shall not succeed and perhaps you shall find my corpse one day, dear reader. I certainly hope not. But this world is ending and we need to fight. I can only pray that my visions are right, and we will succeed. And yet, even more important than my mission is that of the Seekers. My heart is with them, as they shall face far worse than any other. It will take every inch of their will and fortitude to pull through.

Good luck, Seekers. Gods be with you.

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Xin Li's Musings
gees, thats rubbish, I aint singing that to no one heh.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—>Hmm, must be in a strange mood. This is far too sad to start off the tale of how we killed off Lolth, even with whole planes being wiped out during the tale.. Guess ill sleep and try again tomorrow.

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Baldrin's Journal Entry Twenty One
Tis just a list, dont get too excited now...

List of things to do once we have arrived back in the League:

Find Ciril
Remove Ciril from the presence of that crazy nutter ‘empress’
Take Ciril Home

Meet random stranger in the Arrow At Rest

Free my home from nutters, an put it to work solving the Agamemnon problem.

<written>
Dont fail again

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Judgement part 4
The day I died

Ptrisah looked down at his feet the chains on his wrist heavy weighing him down trying to pull him down into the ground also if they to had judged him guilty for the acts he had committed. His head rose as the Prince next spoke " Well you must have believed in these Lost Seekers and their goals at least enough to die for them"
“yes my prince I believed in them, I believed they were all good people and we were trying to save the all the realms nothing more” Replied Ptrisah
“Tell us how you died then?: asked Thauath

The Lost Seekers at this point had traveled to fabled city of Sigil and had started on a quest to bring down Lolth, The Spider Queen. Using a guide named Gryfalcon they had gone to The Beastlands and retrieved the Beast Bow after fighting a large huntsman and a living tree. After they sortie into The Beastlands they destroyed a iron plant living inside The World Tree. The next park of their quest lead them to a frozen waste land to obtain a sword designed to kill daemons. After nearly freezing to death the group made it to a small tower where they were attacked by a pair of Frost Giants possession of the fabled Blade. We then returned to Sigil to warm up and find out where the book of Flesh is hidden. It was during this time we were attacked by daemons trying to retrieve the sword for the master. During this fight the Beast Bow sang launching arrows left and right but the largest of the foul beasts keep hunting me down and rending my flesh from my bones and be the end it was to much and my body gave out from the lose of blood i had suffered. My friends lucky enough were able to avenge me and keep the fabled items falling into the hands of these dark monsters.

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Baldrins Journal entry Twenty
What in the blazes is that BLASTED WOMAN PLAYING AT!!!!

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.An then theres this other thing. Makes me ill thinking on it. Harrison be dead. Murdered no less, by Seraphim. i wont go into the details, but i put the words that Endolynns mother taught us to him an then i splattered the twat all over that stupid tower that Thalossososs made. An then he promptly blew up. Stupid Bastard didnt die though. Oh no, couldnt have the precious magical robot just fuck off, no. The universe has to punch us with the git again. He’s all ‘reset’ now, like he’s some kind of switch. Oof, i just blew up, i feel much less evil now. An yet, even as i was set to pummel him into corpse paste, it occurred to me how hell bent Jarenhome is about folks getting a chance to redeem themselves. Well, it dawned on me as he started shoutin about it. An then Thamior decided to join in too. Guess theres more to that soul stolen stuff than ee cares to tell us. Whatever. Still, the tits were ready to throw a revolt over the flying fuck. So ee aint dead yet. Still, next time i see im, if he isnt saving some orphans or just generally being the most selfless person ever, ima beat him six ways from sunday.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.An then theres this other thing. Makes me ill thinking on it. Harrison be dead. Murdered no less, by Seraphim. i wont go into the details, but i put the words that Endolynns mother taught us to him an then i splattered the twat all over that stupid tower that Thalossososs made. An then he promptly blew up. Stupid Bastard didnt die though. Oh no, couldnt have the precious magical robot just fuck off, no. The universe has to punch us with the git again. He’s all ‘reset’ now, like he’s some kind of switch. Oof, i just blew up, i feel much less evil now. An yet, even as i was set to pummel him into corpse paste, it occurred to me how hell bent Jarenhome is about folks getting a chance to redeem themselves. Well, it dawned on me as he started shoutin about it. An then Thamior decided to join in too. Guess theres more to that soul stolen stuff than ee cares to tell us. Whatever. Still, the tits were ready to throw a revolt over the flying fuck. So ee aint dead yet. Still, next time i see im, if he isnt saving some orphans or just generally being the most selfless person ever, ima beat him six ways from sunday.An then theres AliastrĂ«a to ponder. She told us that saying those words would kill im….

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Jasmine's Journal #2

Journal,

It has been an absolutely terrible day. We have been heading to this place for a few days. After being lead through the edge of that forest by a druid leader, we started to head through some plains to a small hamlet that seemed very familiar to Baldrin and Jarenholme. We spoke with a few of the barmaids there who informed us of what has been going on in Yeomanry; of the wars, of the different sides, and of a diplomatic meeting going on in Longspear, a big town to the North of the hamlet. From here, we left to go to Baldrin’s hometown. As it turns out Baldrin’s sister is actually involved in the going ons of the Empress of Yeomanry. Or shall I say, the self-appointment Empress of Yeomanry. So that was very interesting. But what happened soon after has put me in a mood so sour I do not know who to even turn it around.

We awoke this morning to find that Harrison had not come back after he left to explore an old wizard’s tower last night. I had fallen asleep early in the evening because I was tired from travelling, so I did not see him come back. Nor did Thamior or Jarenholme. We ran from breakfast following our realisation, making our way down into the bottom of the tower, to find Harrison, dead. Well, not even all of Harrison. Just his head. Above a pool of acid with writing in blood on the wall behind him. I couldn’t handle it, I do not even remember what this writing said, but from what everyone had been saying, it seemed to be the work of this Seraphim fellow. The evil angel who is after Baldrin’s hammer. While this seemed to have shocked me completely, this sight, what happened later has put me into a state of misery. We reached the top of the tower to find Seraphim and his cronies. They were so tough, and the battle was unbelievably difficult. We were all aching and near unconsciousness by the end, but then Seraphim began to act strangely. He kept getting redder, and his friends were escaping, as if they knew what was going on. Then we realised… He was going to explode! We bolted down the stairs, some of us much more gracefully than others. The tower collapsed beneath the explosion.

And then… We saw him. A body of a person looking very similar to Jarenholme, but with white wings. But he also looked very similar to Seraphim, and when we asked his name, it was exactly as I had thought. It was him. And now he wants to join us on our journey. Thamior and Jarenholme are all for redemption but I cannot stand to even look at him. He killed my best friend, and has killed so many others in the past. Just because he turns around now and says he can’t remember a thing?! Why should we bring him along and forgive him?! For all we know, he may turn around and become evil again one day. He might be lying about not being able to remember anything. We cannot trust him, and I don’t even want to think about the possibility of him coming with us to Longspear, but I get the feeling he will be following us the whole way there.

Yeomanry seems to be an absolute mess. We are on our way now to Longspear to listen in on some of those diplomatic meetings and find out what’s really going on before we make our move. It’s hard now though, being in a universe where you’re completely alone, because the one person you knew is now gone. And there’s nothing you can do to bring them back, and nothing anyone else can do to make it any better. I’m finding it hard to muster up the strength to be enthusiastic about our goals for the time being. I’m sure it will come back, but for now, I’m just going to follow blindly behind The Lost Seekers, and do whatever is asked of me. Except for Seraphim. In fact, my hatred towards him is so closely match to even that of Agamemnom.

Jasmine.

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Judgement part 3

After a meeting at in Oakem Heart the Lost seekers split with half the party going north to meet with Lillavida Banes with the rest returning to The Yeomanry League. The half that went north ran into Lillavida Banes and hearing how a group of drow were attacking the surrounding area. After picking up the bard Xin Li and a Sebastian Shadowmoor. With Endolynn Lindenberg leading the group they agreed to hunt down the drow. After fighting a small group drow and their undead servants. The group learned that the drow where coming through a portal from the city of doors. After having a guide lead them to meet the Rule of Three. He told them that the drow here trying to use the city to bring an force into there world to take over .

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Secrets and Lies and Truths 87
It seems as though things are getting interesting again......

The note is very well written and seems to hold some level of grace and nobility about it, as though penned by someone who values writing or at least values what could be withheld in writing

To whom it may concern you are reading the notes and Journal of Sebastian Shadowmoor, but alas for you dear reader this is not the full works because as a man who valued secrets and information, he didnt put all of these together in one place so as to preserve some level of secrecy about his life and the works he achieved but here begins our first tale…….

God damn it! Sigil is a pain not only are we now stuck here until we can find a way home which is apparently more difficult then tricking a King out of all his Crown Jewels, but this is a meeting point for nearly every sort of creature imaginable and that worries me, but at the same time i am so excited, this place is full of knowledge and secrets and i mean to learn them all! But none the less I am here becasue of Lillavida and the Lost Seekers, they are an interesting group of adventurers and i honestly have nothing bad to say about any of them but my one concern is Endolynn, their leader, i am not sure what is going on but bad things seems to happen around her specifically in relation to her casting, maybe the stress of being a leader of an adventuring with a world saving quest is too much for her at such a young age and its having some form of magical backlash, i don’t know but i will keep my eye on her and gather what information i can to aid her, she has a great deal of potential and like everyone else in their group, they are all destined for great things. But anyway back to Sigil we had a Sigil Pub Crawl on our first night there which was interesting. After meeting a man known as Rule-of-Three and fighting out about the Drow and why the note we had recovered told us to come here everyone decided that we needed to relax and have a drink and by-the-by drinks in Sigil are expensive so bring your big purses. Anyway while we were drinking a strange man by the name of Gyr Falcon told Endolynn and Xin Li to come and talk with him and they said they would as long as the rest of their group was allowed to as well which he was quite happy too so as we sat down into Gyr Falcon’s booth he starts asking questions about us, and us not wanting to reveal anything to our enemies (a thoroughly prudent action if i do say so myself) we start evading his questions and lying to him but alas my new freinds arent as adept at lying as i would have hoped and he suspects something so he challenges us to a game of Three Dragon Ante, with the condition that if he wins we have to answer his questions if we win we didnt have too. He sadly for himself didnt play Three Dragon Ante as well as he would have liked and he lost horribly with Endolynn being the eventual victor. But we divulged a little information to him because over the course of our game he had proved to be an interesting person and from what we could gather he had no ill-will towards us. But then with Endolynn and Xin-li both a little inebriated they decided that we should find an ‘Angel’ Pub so we found one and then Endolynn nearly got kidnapped by some Satyr looking like creatures and afterwards Xin-Li and Endolynn both went ‘upstairs’ with some of their new Angelic Elf friends, i dont really want to know what happened but i can guess and i got a laugh out of it, aaaaaah to be that young again.

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Baldrins Journal entry nineteen
...really

Tis been a strange few days Fole.

First up, I have arranged with the Druids of Silglen to travel to the edge of the forest in a matter of days. As such, i don’t write this entry from Silglen but from Valedas, the ransacked village home of Lysander. Not only is the trip going well, but we have rediscovered one of our lost fellows in both a fortuitous and suspicious set of circumstances, of which ill go in to later.

So, a quick recap. We have discovered from conversations with Ptias that the Undercraft guild(or some similar bloody name) are likely run by the cult that is working to resurrect The Lich. I never trusted em, an now i get to splatter em, so that’s good news. We have a clue to head towards at least. Also, we managed to foil one of their operations in the Dreadwood, and discovered a pair of unlikely companions in the process. A Sharp witted Halfling by the name of Jasmine, and a bookish lad called Harrison. They seem nice enough, and the circumstances of their joining our little band are bizarre enough that i shan’t go into it. Suffice to say, i trust em well enough, an they be coming with us. So, to Silglen we travelled, where i attempted to leverage some help from the druids for Endolynn’s mother. Not an easy process, but i’ve done about what i hoped i could, and seem to have patched things up with Griffith as best i can, conniving git though he be. So, from there, we have gained some assistance from Lysanders mentor(and as it turns out, also his father) Myrachan in travelling the woods, though his Wife, Lysanders Mother, seems to have disappeared. We have looked for her as weve travelled, but to no avail. So, sadly, we had to leave the poor man to his search.

Another strange mystery comes from Silglen as well. Apparently, the Undercraft Guild had a number of folks stationed in the city, but over the course of a day just a week ago they all packed up, attempted to leave, and we murdered by a wandering Tiefling. Stranger still, a pack they all seemed to have went missing, so not only did six people die, but their sole possessions were stolen at the same time, and no one has since seen the Tielfing. A mystery indeed, an one i intend to remember.

Finally, there is Thamior. It you will recall, he was a man we traveled with for a time, from my home Smith. He was a nice enough fellow, though a bit cold sometimes. An, as it happens, he either sold his soul or had it stolen from him for a time as well. His death was caused essentially, by a mistake on my part. I was intent on saving Lysanders people, and as a result i started a fight with the Aranea in a particular vulnerable position. Thamior was the only one to fall from the fight on our side, though it wasn’t a great feeling to know what victory had cost us. I try to always remember my mistake on that one, even if i don’t like admitting it much. An yet, apparently, another god has decided to interfere in our little mortal plane of existence and has raised the poor mans soul from the depths of hell to fight again… Or so he tells us. honestly, there be far to much involvement of the gods in our lives for my liking, but on the other hand it means i have a chance to fix my mistake. An then that assumes that he aint lying, and that he aint living on borrowed time as was…

Well anyway, thats a thing thats happened. In the next few days, we will arrive into The League, and attempt to fix whatever madness has corrupted my home so. An hopefully, in the process well find the slimy gits that are making the planed so messed up. An then, if we be really lucky, well get to smack em for it.

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Jasmine's Journal #1

Journal,

It has been a little while since I have written, but things have been pretty busy since the moment we went off to the World Serpent Inn and met up with the two fellows by the names of Baldrin and Jarenhone, who we have formed somewhat of a makeshift adventuring party with. We were just in a town back in Faerun and suddenly we were in this inn with doors to everywhere you could possibly think of, and a variety of stange characters. We were sitting at a table when we met Baldrin and Jarenhone, who were from Yeomanry. Such interesting people, and such an interesting place to meet. There was this door, the door they had come through, and we were debating whether to go through there or not. I should say, we weren’t just going to go along with these random strangers we’d met in a pub. It turns out they had the same goals in mind as us; to find Agamemnon! How strange that people from such different places could have such similar goals. Baldrin wanted to go search through the corridors and corridors of doors to find the one we needed, but after the bartender advised us that it was time to use the main door, we did decide that it was the wiser choice. Baldrin was exceptionallly annoyed that we didn’t have horses though, but we had just been travelling through the country on foot, between towns. We weren’t really prepared for a long adventure through a place called, “The Dreadwoood”. But I think he’s warming up to us now.

We came out in this cave, and found a crevice that we could barely squeeze through, which took us to a building. We entered a room with a strange man wearing a black and yellow waistcoat and cloak, and after a short amount of time we realised that he was a mage of some sort. He said a few words and then we were faced with a monstrous clay golem! It was awful, because nothing seemed to work on it, and it’s clay body seemed to seep into our wounds. While all this was going on, the mage took out a box and swallowed this black slime thing, and suddenly he was a ghostly, ill looking creature, known as a Lychling. It’s touch was awful; it seemed to drain us of all energy, all strength, and it was a while before I regained myself. After we killed it, it’s pieces were everywhere, strewn across the room. But they started moving again. Apparently they can resurrect themselves, so Baldrin decided to bury it in separate areas of the room. It was a great idea I think, though I worry how many more people are out there with these “spells” and how quickly Lychlings may spread throughout the world. They truly are awful, evil creatures.

We found the mage’s bedroom, adorned with portraits of famous people from this world. Later on in the building, we came across more golems though. These ones were zombified, fleshy, and absolutely grotesque. I honestly thought we wouldn’t make it, but I think we are strong together, and we eventually defeated them. We soon left the building, which, as it turns out, was the headquarters for the Undercraft Guild. This guild is quite evil so it sounds. They were destroying the Dreadwood and are now summoning an evil god or something like that. Possibly Agamemnon. I can’t believe there’s a group of people out there who seem to pretend to be doing beneficial things to the community, trying to get them wrapped around their fingers before they destroy the world. Well, that’s how it’s looking to me. I’m very interested to find out more about them and I think that’s what Baldrin and Jarenhone’s goals are as well.

Next we headed off down the road to a druid village called Silglen. We were getting some funny looks and we tried to rent some rooms and were refused. I was pretty confused, but I think they must have done something the last time they were here, something to the druids. I’m not sure exactly and I think I’d like to stay out of it as much as possible. Baldrin went and spoke to the leader and now we have a couple of rooms, which is a nice comfort. I think we’re going to Longspear next, so off we go, on a long journey. At least now we have horses, and they’re absolutely gorgeous! We also stocked up on some potions. I think we’re going to be okay. Everyone gets along pretty well and things are going smoothly so far.

Jasmine.

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