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The World of Teréth End - Chronicles - Othic |
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"Too often days swiftly pass / Weeping in the evening grass / There just is not enough time / Forthings you dreamt you'd do / The hours still drift by. "Too many years, too high a cost / Too many lessons earned but lost / And still you complain all the time / Cursing the days before you / Lamentng the days gone by. "And finally laying in your bed / Staring skyward, nearly dead / It all floods back one last time, / The chances that you left behind / But alas there's little left to do / ... but cry." Dirimoran song  |
Descent into Ezmir Following their stay at the Dwürden ruins, the group continued along the Old Taládan Road toward Ezmir. During their journey they were attacked in the high mountains by a demon, a band of troglodyte warriors, and an Ogdar sorceress and her henchmen. Reaching an Ezmiri mining town, they learned of an undead problem in the ruins of Krysurgörnn which must be eradicated before the men and their goods can reach home. It was more than just a bright glare now; it was white. Shapes slowly began to emerge and soon Dammon could see the dark sides of snow-crowned stones along the mountainslopes. Below, a road wound into the valley from the south and disappeared under a stone archway between two towers, one standing, the other in ruins. Beyond the archway he could see the butchered tail of the beast that had clawed into him. His sight had finally returned to him. After everyone had gathered their things and bundled their feet as best was possible, the group started out from the twin towers south along the covered road. After days of traveling upward, even the snowy pass was a welcomed trek for the adventurers and prisoners alike. By the day,s end many complained about their feet, whether it was complaints of pain or worry that they could feel nothing at all. Flender could only shrug when asked how much further there was to go; no-one knew. So it was with great relief when first the group spied through the peaks a low green land in the far and hazy distance. That relief was slowly replaced with despair when it was realized just how far they had to go. Flender met with the others and suggested that they'd reached the divide, that place reached on all crossings when you are as far from where you began as you are from where you are going. This observation was not shared with the prisoners, who looked about despairingly, wondering if any of them would ever make it out of the mountains alive. On the next day, many of those that had been prisoners to the Ortor would learn the truth of their fears. It was midday when the winds rose out of the perfect freezing calm. The snow stirred into great circling walls of white, blinding the group as they stood upon the buried road. Instructions were called out but the wind carried one's voice away from its speaker, confusing the group and separating the group further. Then the screams began as one-by-one the poor travelers were found in the blinding snow, and killed. Whatever predator had found them, it was preying on the weakest of the group first, and with an insatiable hunger it moved from man to woman to man, unending in its quest for blood. Crossbows were fired into the blinding winds but if they found their mark, none could say. In a heavy and deep voice that spoke an alien tongue, the creature taunted its prey. Butonly one of the group could understand the foul words, and he was repeating the monster's threats. ... 10 Mar 2001
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Navigation People Eredgredrudzek
(...) Introducing Moddah's Ship: Moddah's ship was carried and pulled to this mountainslope several years ago by her Ogdar suitors as a test of their devotion to her. It was brought in the dead of winter when it would slide more easily along the rocky trails and roads to this high place, but is still testament to the great strength and will of the Ogdar who brought it to this place. |
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Ref. PHB (Player's Handbook), © Wizards of the Coast  |
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