The Eighteen Blades of Vode Nulan

Our journey

Are trip through the desert seemed to take forever though to the ones I tell the tale too it was impossibly fast.
We were rounded up the other slaves and I for a journey that was assuredly our last. I for the first time saw the great wall of carnage that separated the Dunahnae and there captives from the rest of the world. A wall so high and so thick made of fallen slaves and defeated foes with no gate in sight. We stood in formation as several dark art masters wove a cantation that cracked open a path through the wall. Bones snapped bowed and separated never in my deepest nightmares could I have ever imagined something so horrific.
We marched through the desert collecting the building blocks of that monstrosity adding fallen slaves we marched with to the pile.
No one was safe from the torment of a bearded demon that watched over and pick one of us at a time to torture and die.
One night in a cramped hut shared by three other slaves a group of nomads visited our camp. As they bartered with our captures sounds of warning rang out the nomads tore out from the camp as great wolves attacked our masters during the melee a command shouted for all to hear “torch the huts” just then the door to our hut burst apart as one of the great wolves freed us and spoke follow Tanils path that Belsameths moon eliminates to freedom. Convincing one of the slaves who’s name was and still remains Rot was easy but a forsaken dwarf that was held with us was so beaten into submission that we practically had to abduct him.
Grabbing scraps on the way from the battle site we headed off waiting for this sign. We had nothing but a shield a club and our Johnson’s but Taneal and Goran would provide as we happened on a recent battle and found a helm and some buried camels my compatriot Rot used him survival instincts to provide us with water from camel humps and meat from the carcass. We used the humps to hold water from my conjurings and moved on. Later the next day we found a cave it seemed as though no one had used it recently so we bedded down sleeping during the heat of the day to keep fro succumbing to our lack of provisions.during my rotation on watch I peeled a human wearing nothing but a cloak he spoke a foreign tongue and seemed delirious waving his arms wildly.I woke my comrades and we made our way to the human.fearing what had spooked him Rot went back to collect our meager belongings and our other partner Ambleheart he finally confided to us a smelly hairy beast on two legs wielding a tree or very close to one with a wicked spike emerged from a second cave not far from ours. Though wounded it fought ferociously but was felled by Rot.the human refused to come with us so we gave him some provisions and went our separate ways.
We continued on following the path set before us through the desert and ran into a traveler. She was friendly and offered us food and information on a oasis that served as a place for rest and resupply. It felt good to eat something that didn’t come from a rotting corpse or a plant even animals would turn down. As Ambleheart heart was still far to timid to go I stayed with him as rot went with the traveler to the oasis with what meager scraps that we had collected on our journey.
Upon Rots return we discovered that all did not go as planned Rot collected the supplies we needed but found a sword that convinced him that the merchant was evil and must be killed. He killed the merchant and snagged the supplies and made his way back to us
I eventually shared my worry over his actions and the validity of the sword he possessed. We found ourselves at the end of our path only it was not the end only an intermission. As our glowing path sent to us by Taneal waned we found ourselves in a densely packed forest we ran into a group of goblins and readied for the fight when to my horror a stampede of bison charged through me as I clung to the tree I was using as cover they trampled the goblins where they stood. One of the great beasts stayed behind a magnificent animal celestial in nature. He urged us to take to his back and he carried us onward. Yet another sign this time from Corean another of Gorans compatriots it is now more clear to me than ever that Goran wishes me to complete my mission to help save Burok Torn.
The bison carried us for several more days then stopped at a stream there sitting pole in hand was a man jolly in nature and intrigued by our story he offered us lodging and something to eat. TBC.
Insert part on stopping the plague.
Our group and received lodging from the vault which included a library,rooms to stay and researchers to help with our task of locating these mystical swords.
We were up in the air as to our choice of swords to retrieve first but needed to make a decision And present our choice as well as our plans going forward. The evening before we were to meet with the vault representative a Herald came to give us the gods path it was truly awe inspiring as Adament the quietest of us could not stop from sharing the experience with the only non party member he is comfortable around Merci. Redeemers Retribution will be our first quarry. In the mourning we that could go back to sleep woke first the assistants started preparing for the arrival of the vault rep I went into town and grabbed breakfast for us and our guest. The rep arrived with a gentleman bye the name of Yurig Madog a halfling retriever for the vault ( gathers information in the field for the vault.). We sat to explain where we would start on our quest. Hollowfast specifically the gleaming garden and redeemers retribution. We then explained the visit we received by Rogziel Herald of Madriel and the fact that not just wicked’s edge has some taint and that the gods wish is them destroyed. The rep an imposing man bye the name of Master scion Ithamar seemed a little taken back by the info and took a defensive stance reminding us that we work for the vault and agreed to collect them for the vault. If the gods send a Herald to collect the swords I will not stand in there way and I’m sure my comrades will agree deal or no deal. Our lives were saves by the gods to take on this task and there at least in my opinion is no greater an honor. We set off for the golden city by teleport. Our first order of business was to find lodging ,get our bearings and collect a note left for Madog. The inn keeper told us where we could find the south valley. There we would find the Zwanziger family and our next lead on the whereabouts of redeemers retribution. We were given a stippen of 400gp which we used some of for our rooms, horses and provisions. The next mourning for the south valley. Hallowfast specifically the gleaming valley have an amazing problem thieves and evil doers would say those of the righteous call it a gods send. Fallen Corean knights or at least there armour. Long short there’s a curse,death and resurrection into sentient armour golems. As the knights fell during the Devine war there souls we’re trapped in there armour. Fyi if I’m cursed I pick that one just saying. There are thousands of them tens of thousands and there were more but now when they fall there completely destroyed soul armour and all. So the trip to south valley was pleasantly peaceful we stayed at a way point midway of our journey with a couple of hallow knights as there called now. For first contact I’ll say this they are a little spooky but respectful though as constructs they don’t need sleep and as to not disturb ours they remained still and silent only making noise on there departure. By mid mourning we reached the south valley and had no problem find the residence of Zwanziger there we met the purchaser of the sword he gave it to a halfling outrider who saved his brother Otto Zwanziger and they left towards the north valley on a lesser used shortcut.
TBC

Comments

Nice Jay and thanks. Going all the way back to the beginning!
I think your auto-correct made some changes that are confusing…

It says “Randal and Goran would provide…”
Who is Randal?
I know a lot of the campaign names are confusing to spell, especially with an active spell-check so I’ll try to fix some.

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More detail than I could recall. Well done

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