Eberron-Titan's Gate

Lanthium's Journal - Khyber's Harvest

This was harder than it was supposed to be.

(Fair warning, this will be long.)

0)

So my name is Lanthium Kalashtarro Thall `Anum. And I hate writing my full name. It takes forever.

Thus begins my journal. I won’t have many books to read out there in the grand old wilderness, so I figure I’d start writing one.

1)

Let’s start this off then.

I’m in the company of an old family friend of a few gnomes who I’ve known for most my life named Nomer, and a fellow student and friend of mine named Raven who I met when I attended college. A gnome artificer and an eladrin warlock, respectively. I myself am a psionic Kalashtar.

Together we are trekking all over this crazy world in search of some woman named Doria Veledaar, who I don’t much care about, but who Nomer needs to deliver a message to in the isolated town of Blackroot. I assume because he likes to get paid for delivering messages to random women halfway across Khorvaire in towns that apparently hate outsiders.

Fun.

Nomer seems used to traveling, but I certainly am not. I’ve tripped over three twigs, six rocks, four holes in the ground, and one particularly angry squirrel. Raven has had slightly better luck. I’d make a joke about tripping over Nomer, but that didn’t actually happen. At least not yet.

(I know he’ll probably wind up reading this, so I wrote that there for him.)

We’ve made camp for the night. Nomer and Raven are asleep, and I have second watch. I should be paying attention and keeping an eye open for signs of trouble, but I’m bored. If anything bad happens I’ll just blame it on Kalashtar madness distracting me. They’re used to that excuse by now.

So far, leaving Korrenberg has turned out to be a good time, if a tad uneventful. I wouldn’t trade my companions for anyone, they keep me entertained with their constant short jokes and eye bite puns. It’s a good thing we all get along, though I can’t help but wonder how entertaining a little drama might be.

It’s about time to wake up Nomer for his turn at watch. Maybe he’ll read my book. If I disguised it as a magical trinket anyway.

2)

Hey, what do you know, we met some people! A little human girl named Annette, a halfling named Vimes and a… whatever that thing is. He just calls himself the Boulder. Nomer calls him the Pebble. Raven calls him the Dustmite. I call him ugly, since he’s undead… I think. I do hope he doesn’t read this, though he seems to take the jokes well enough.

Oh, we met some goblins too. They don’t matter though. They were being mean to that girl I mentioned. So we killed them.

It was my first real battle that wasn’t training or… Well, I wasn’t really a fighter back when I was a kid, so that doesn’t count. In any case, the goblins weren’t bright and the fight was surprisingly easy. Though the Boulder almost fell in a hole during the battle.

See guys! I’m not the only one who trips over things in the woods.

Annette was from Blackroot, and was running away from something she was being vague about. I hate it when that happens. It’s so cliche and is a plot device in almost every story I’ve ever read. Regardless it raised concern in the ranks, so after taking her back to the village and reluctantly handing her over to authorities, we talked with some of the villagers. One of which happened to be the mayor of the village named Toraash. He was about as vague and unhelpful as every single other person in the village, and he had a goofy title, so now we’re sitting in Doria Veledaars house contemplating our next move.

Oh, by the way. Doria isn’t here. Hope that letter isn’t weighing Nomer down too much.

There is blood spatter along the floor and walls of her house and furniture is out of place. Everone is investigating in their own way. Boulder boy is out terrorizing the neighbors because that’s how you win people over. Nomer and Vimes are still searching the house. No idea where Raven went. Something is amiss, and I sense something arcane that seems off.

Okay. Vimes wants to hang Toraash. I assume because Toraash calls himself a Reeve, whatever that is. Got to go tell him why that’s a bad idea.

3)

Rushing this update in case I wind up dead.

Last couple of hours have been rather life or death. Lots of fighting and yelling. People are dying. Rock Thing broke a necklace it turns out we needed. Raven flashed some guardsmen. Nomer has a new knife. There was a really cool but evil looking giant eye that I felt compelled to tell Nomer to shoot an arrow at. I almost drowned too. That was embarrassing.

Vimes never did hang that Reeve.

We’re in a cave now. Some undead thing is talking. I’m not really listening. Something about gates opening and a great daelkyr evil being sealed away.

I’m sure Nomer will tell me all about it later. Been too busy writing.

Hey, that undead guy is giving us items, maybe I should pay attention…

Nah.

4)

Okay. So we’re back in the village. And we’re all alive. Given the last battle I’m not sure I believe it myself.

From the beginning. We inspected most of the cave. There was a lot of glyphs explaining the evil that lie at the bottom that luckily I was able to decipher and explain. Our party journeyed to the end of the dungeon only to actually find that Veledaar lady. Huzzah! We could finally deliver that letter.

Except there was also a small army of cultists holding her hostage, led by Toraash, so big surprise. Next time Vimes wants to hang someone I’m just going to keep writing my book. Oh, not to mention the giant arcane gate in the process of opening a portal to Xoriat, the Realm of Madness, which would unleash hordes of evil creatures into the world, and villagers trapped in crystals being sucked into said portal so it could do said opening to destroy said world.

Delivering mail is hard work.

I’ll give the Boulder credit, he didn’t waste time with Toraash and his incessant jabbering. I think the cultists were thrown off when they got charged at by an angry maybe-undead barbarian thing that eats dragon marks for snack time.

That distraction bought Raven enough time to push the thing holding Doria hostage away from her, and that in turn allowed Nomer to summon a pet to drag her to safety. While Vimes and the Boulder went head to head with Toraash and his horde of pawns I was able to sneak through the battle, picking off a few stragglers, and settle near the portal in an attempt to understand and hopefully stop it. Since the villagers were dying and turning into monsters I figured it was a top priority.

Using super magical psionic mind powers, (and that’s all I’ll say about that,) I was able to disrupt the arcane link between the crystal traps and the portal to stop the villagers from dying two by two. Thankfully Vimes sent his dinosaur to look after me. I don’t think I mentioned it yet. But Vimes rides it. It’s really neat. Apparently he’s a cop from Talenta and they all have dinosaurs.

Anyway.

Keeping the portals energy in check bought the rest of my party enough time to wipe the floor with Toraash. It was an awe inspiring battle a bard would love, filled with heroics and close calls and…

Okay, I admit it, I was too distracted with the portal to even pay attention to what was happening behind me. Besides throwing a spell or two back to try and blindly help I didn’t notice much. They could have been dancing for all I know. Hope I didn’t hit anyone important.

After the battle was over the Boulder ran over to help. In one well placed and probably lucky blow, he destroyed the portal.

Doria and Annette were alive, and so were the rest of us. There were a few casualties within the village numbers, but as much as that bugs me, Nomer assured me that you can’t save everyone. Just do what you can I suppose.

After that fight everything sort of blurred together. We made our way back to the surface, the villagers were considerably happier and threw a celebration in our honor. Pretty backwater and boring I’m sure. I would have liked to stay and observe, maybe watch Raven dance like a lunatic, Vimes look out of place, the village kids play with his dinosaur, Nomer look short, and the Boulder get avoided by the people he scared to death earlier. However, after all that happened, I just wanted to shut myself up in one of the available houses and rest for a bit.

Of course, a little bit turned into all night, and now it’s the next day. I think Raven and Nomer came to check on me at one point, but I can’t be sure. Hell if I know whether or not Nomer gave Doria that message yet. Guess I’ll find out when everyone else wakes up. And if all it says is “Beware of Reeve,” I’m going to force punch someone… I don’t know if Vimes and the Boulder are sticking around but I’d like to continue having their company. Things certainly picked up once we all met at any rate.

Crazy random coincidences I swear.

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