War of the Burning Sky

Entry #20 - Wherein Beryl Meets a Dragon-Demon
Or Demon-Dragon. Whatever~

Good morning, Mr. Book! Or is it afternoon? It’s hard to tell when everything’s so bright in a fire forest; it could even be night.

Everyone said goodbye to the Dragonbornmagister guy and we pressed onward. It sucked being on a fire-road, and we got ambushed by some stags made of fire. Seriously; everything is made of fire here. It’s SO HOT, like being in an oven. They really hated me for some reason and charged at me, and I got pretty hurt. But Rhakesh and Shava were able to blast them to bits (Even Haddin the jerk blew one up. Didn’t know he had that much power). Good thing too, since this big fire wall closed off the way back, so we kinda had to fight to get it to stop. I think? I’m pretty sure that’s what happened.

Anyways, some weird fire-dragon face appeared from the logs that blocked the way forward. I guess it makes sense, since the dragonmage-guy said a dragon might be the cause of the whole forest being on fire. He said he wanted to be free and wanted us to release him ‘by silencing the forty tongues’ singing some song that is holding him back. I didn’t trust him, and neither did Breora or Rhakesh. Kathra thought it might be a useful ally if it could make a whole forest on fire and stuff. Shava thought about it for awhile, and tried to stall for an answer, but he really wanted a yes or no. I said NO because those fire-deer hurt like hell, and shot at his face. I guess he got angry and cursed at us and stuff. We could go talk to him again at the lake, where he’s being kept prisoner, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Anyways, we’re going to some ‘ruin’ now, so I’ll write later. I see a tower with possible shiny stuff inside.

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Entry #19 - Wherein Beryl Wakes Up
We fought stuff and I was sleeping through most of it, ok?!

Hey, back again. My hand’s better now.

We were kinda scared to go down the hole, since it was dark and stuff, but we went in anyways. Breora and I went in first while the others were holding onto the rope.

Bad idea.

We got jumped by a lot of those mushroom men and got our heads handed to us in a basket. It wasn’t fun. I tried to climb up the wall, but the hole was in the ceiling, and I got nervous. Then I got pelted with some moss and I blacked out.

I woke up after a while with dirt being tossed in my face. I guess that’s Rhakesh’s way of waking us up. Either way, I’m sore and cranky and stuff, but at least everyone’s alive. For now.

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Entry #18 - Wherein A Ritual Goes Wrong
It totally wasn't my fault

Okay, I think my hand is better now. …Nope, still stings.

So we fought the evil devil guy and faceless monster things (well, I didn’t; the others pretty much blasted everyone to bits and I just shot arrows in the air like a doofus) and he has the nerve to run away! Or explode, because he disappeared in a small fiery explosion. I didn’t explode him either, so I’m guessing he ran away. Kind of a shame, I wanted him to meet Mittens. He didn’t really get much to stab lately.

We keep on walking for a bit still wanting to get out of this dumb forest when we meet this other dragonborn (who’s NOT a stick-in-the-mud; weird) who’s a sorceror (also weird) trying to fix the forest from being on fire. He wanted us to get some mushrooms in a nearby cave for some more of that cooling draught stuff. Shava was super excited to try to stop the fire, so we go to the caves!

Once we’re in, we hear this really annoying screechy sound nearby, so Shava and I go invest-ur-igate. It musta been louder than I thought, because I couldn’t hear myselves think afterwhile (which is kinda nice but scary at the same time). So… we go pick mushrooms! Mushrooms, mushrooms, mushy-mushy mushrooms~ I thought it was for a soup or something, since we had mushroom soup from Mr. DragonMage. It was really good soup.

We got jumped by some mushroom-men! I didn’t even hear ‘em coming (but then again I still couldn’t hear stuffs for awhile after that, so I blame magics). Shava saw ’em though, so she blasted them with some icy-magic stuff and froze ’em in place while everyone else smashed ’em to pieces. I wonder if mushroom soup is good with ice? Yuck, probably not.

Rather than chase the mush-men back in their dark hidey-hole, we returned back to Mr. DragonMage and gave him his mushrooms. He didn’t make soup and led us to this big altar-foresty place nearby for a ritual to stop the fire, or at least on a pretty dryad lady and her saplings. Shava and Breora were the only ones really familiar with magic stuff, so they did what they could to help him.

Something musta gone wrong, because suddenly there was an earthquake! It was really bad, and the dryad lady started screaming bloody murder and to save her babies, which were on the other side of a gorge that kinda just appeared (because earthquakes suck). Rhakesh, Kathra and I jumped into action to save the saplings and dunk ‘em into a pool of water (it’s not as bad as it sounds) while Shava and Breora got trapped in a big forcecage where the ritual was being done.

Saving the saplings wasn’t that bad, just really scary (SO MUCH FIRE, CAN YOU NOT) and we managed to get them to the pool of water. The ritual musta burned up the dryad lady too much and she kinda…. died in the pool of water while her saplings were playing about in it. Well… it was what she wanted, but it was kinda sad in a way. Like how you hunt down something and see their kids look back at you. Except laughing instead of crying? Maybe it’s a dryad thing.

We climbed the trees that made up the forcecage and hopped in to help out the elves. They were getting slapped around by some big vines that were wrapped around the tree, but they looked pretty good. Especially after I got slapped REALLY HARD by one of those things. They really hurt, but Rhakesh hated those things a lot more than I did. He started foaming at the mouth after getting slapped for the third time. I really don’t wanna make him mad now; but Esme got a kick out of it.

It took awhile, but we managed to pull the vines off of the trees so they couldn’t hit anything anymore, and somehow it broke the forcecage thing. But Mr. DragonMage fell down a hole and needed some help getting back up.

Owowowow hand-cramp again. I thought it was better… you lied to me, hand! I’ll write again in a bit.

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Entry #17 - Wherein Obi Leaves and Kathra Arrives
We also fought a devil!

Hello Mr. Book! We’re on the road again!

I guess the caves used to belong to some goblins, because there was a bunch of drawings and stuff. We found a journal with some potions saying that the goblins got a bunch of stuff, like crossbows, and ‘shatterspell’ vials and lots of Shahalesti gold. But Shahalesti people don’t hand out gold like that all willy-nilly, so something weird is going on. Shava’s kinda confused by it too.

Obi also found some runes on the wall saying there’s a long forgotten tomb to the last of Canims way back near Gate’s Pass, so he decided to split and go to his people (sorta). I didn’t wanna forget him, so I talked him into giving me his dagger. I’m getting a good collection, but in a sort of unhappy way. Y’know?

Either way, we made it onto the road again, and we walked into a not-fire dwarf, who was looking for us. Laurya must have sent her out here since that the last time I saw a bunch of dwarfs. Kathra Silverheart (kinda boring name, compared to Mr. Marbles) looked like to hit it off with Rhakesh pretty good, but then we got to talking about clan names and stuff. Shava and I don’t really have a clan or anything like that, so it’s kinda awkward. Heck, I don’t even think Beryl sounds right. But that’s what I was always called, right?

We crossed another bridge (much sturdier than last time) and met a fire hound. The last fire creature was not friendly at all; even the goblin warned us about them. Still, it was kinda weird to see it drop a bone for us to pick up, and not try to rip our faces off. The bone had a message carved into it, saying to leave the case and to take the bone with us to make a deal or something (pretty cool way to leave a message, but I prefer my way). Everyone thought that was a dumb idea, so we kept the case AND the bone (because why not?).

It didn’t take long until some evil devil-man with spear (glaive? I think that’s what they’re called) suddenly appear-exploded in front of us, and summoned a bunch of faceless monster things! Apparently, he REALLY wanted us to leave the case, but we forced his hand. Or something.

I’ll finish writing in a bit; I got a hand-cramp. But why am I still writing?! Because it hurts so good!

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Entry #16 - Wherein Beryl Finds a Secret Cave
The Fire Forest is actually pretty dangerous

Hello book. So much better here than outside. Whew!

That bridge was really crumbly, and everyone didn’t really want to cross. We kinda had to, since there was only the one way to go, so I went first to scout it out. I musta got really lucky, and made it on my first go. Rhakesh and Oberon weren’t so lucky, and fell through to the bottom! Obi almost died, but then again, he’s always ‘almost dying’.

There were also a bunch of bats that made it hard to cross, and beat up Breora pretty bad. Still, it didn’t take long for the elves to blast ’em to bits with magics and stuff. Obi even found some shiny stuff in the wrecked wagon below, like some more of that cooling draught stuff.

Further down the road, we found a tree that fell on the road, but it had kinda opened up an underground cave. It’s SO much cooler in here; I don’t want to leave! There’s even a pool of water that’s really cold. Maybe the river didn’t dry up? I mean, it’s REALLY cold, so I think it’s possible. I kinda want to push someone in it, but they’d probably get all angry about it. Not that I can actually push someone in; almost everyone’s stronger than me. Except the mages maybe, but they got magic so not a good idea at all.

I’m gonna take a nap now; probably gonna be the last chance for awhile. Unless there’s a bunch of caves in the forest. I’ll write again later, Mister Book!

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Entry #15 - Wherein Beryl Enters the Fire Forest
Fire is pretty~

Hello Book, it’s me again. Kinda glad you’re not burnt to a crisp.

In case you can’t see (which I guess it’s possible; you’re a book after all) we’re in the Fire Forest now, and it’s really hot. Imagine the hottest summer you’ve ever had, and it’s a lot like that, except with a lot more fire and smoke. I hated it at first, but then I thought “Fire’s actually pretty neat.” Then some weird stuff happened.

There was this guy we thought was dead (he looked like a burnt-up skeleton still on fire). Shava put him out with her cloak and he thanked us for sparing his life. Why are so many things dead and still moving? Dead things should stay dead. Still, I guess it’s not so bad in that case.

We got about 2 miles in and suddenly a red goblin nearly ran into me while being chased by some fire-bats. Fire-bats are kinda annoying, flittering about and staying out of arm’s reach while dive-bombing you to burn you with its fiery tail and stuff. Shava and I could still get them when they flew up really high, but Rhakesh looked angry (well, angrier than usual) when they flittered away. Still, they weren’t too much trouble and we killed them. But then one of the bats glowed real bright and got back up again, right after it died! It even got my arm pretty good. So we killed it again.

Shava’s doing all sorts of studying while we’re here; it’s her old home before it caught fire. Hmmmm… I wonder if her family is still sorta dead-alive here? That’d be kinda spooky. I mean, she picked up the bat and carried it with us for a while on her floaty disk, and the bat actually put itself together again, even after I threw its wings away! It’s weird; fire is supposed to burn everything to ashes, but everything is still alive here. Or sort-of-alive, at least. I’m not sure. Magic is weird.

I’ll write again later, Mister Book. We’re at a bridge, and I can hear some sorta strange sound coming from the other side.

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Entry #14 - Wherein Beryl Meets Crystin and Haddin
Beryl also goes crazy for a bit

Hello Book. It’s me again!

Yesterday, we were just outside the Fire Forest. Gate Pass seems so far away now, it’s pretty weird to think about it. We were set to go on through, but we ran into a weird girl named Crystin who wanted to take her and her father along, because they were finger-wagglers and the Inquisitors were gonna come for them. She seemed kinda out of it, but we went along with it and went to talk to her father.

Turns out this guy is Haddin. It took me awhile for it to click, but he used to live in Gate Pass. Really good fancy-shmancy painter, but his brother (or half-brother? I dunno) Mandragon was a bad guy, being a thug and stuff. After a while, they thought Mandragon suddenly became good or changed, but it was Haddin who dominated him and made him nice when he wasn’t really nice. Or something like that. Gate Pass got all angry about it and blamed him for dominating other people (dunno if he did or not, but whatever) and eventually he left town. There were some rumors that his daughter was under his spell as well, and that made me angry. No one should be dominated; NO ONE.

So I ask him (with a dagger in his face) if he’s controlling Crystin. I… can’t really recall much after that, but I think he used his evil magic on me to forget about it. Or something. But I know he was lying. HE WAS LYING DON’T EVER DOUBT ME.

When we were ready to leave this morning (note to selves; do not take morning breaths in the Fire Forest) the Inquisitor guy finally caught up to us! It was only one of them, but that’s pretty scary. So, everyone charged off to go kill him really fast. Except me.

I wanted Haddin dead, so Crystin won’t have him inside her head. So I tried to rip him apart. He did his weird mind-meld thingamajig, and things got fuzzy again. Then I think Rhakesh slapped me. It still kinda stings.

Shava said that it wasn’t a good idea to kill Haddin, because magic is weird. Crystin told me not to kill him either, because he’s her dad and she loves him. Haddin’s an evil man and he should die, with lots and lots of pain… but he’s still alive, because they can’t see him for what he is. HE’S EVIL MISTER BOOK DON’T TRUST HIM.

I might not write for a long time, since the Fire Forest is really hot, and you might burn up. Hope it’s not as bad as I think.

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Entry #13 - Wherein Laurya Leaves the Group
We didn't take it well

Hi book. Today is not what I wanted.

We were about to depart for the fire forest, but our party heard rumors of a disease running rampant through the dwarven kingdom. Birdlady Laurya had to stay behind and tend to them, following her path as a healer of the downtrodden.

We should have let them rot. They did nothing but hinder us, forcing us to fix their foolish mistakes. We would have been better off.

Regardless, we had to continue. Ragesia sought our group, regardless on how splintered it became. With reluctance, we left her behind.

It is for the best. Her kind isn’t suited for war, like we are. Isn’t that right?

We made our way, even while the others were still choking back tears. Irritating. We ran into a band of bandits, who appeared to recognize Rhakesh. From their words, they were responsible for sending the oaf to an early grave. It didn’t take long for him to repay their kindness; the brigand’s throat was torn out relatively quickly. A little sloppy, but Rhakesh isn’t one for technique.

The rest of the brigands didn’t survive much longer, between the two undead warriors ripping through them like parchment and the fey arcanists blasting them into ashes. Shame, I was hoping to kill a few more myself.

I’ll be writing sooner than you think, ‘Book’.

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Entry #12 - Wherein Beryl Gets a Bone Mask
We killed some kobolds for the dwarfs, too

Hello Book. I killed things today!

After we helped out Mr. Marbles with his stuff, I was all ready to party. Then some dwarfy guard guy busts in and starts crying that their were a LOT more kobolds than they thought. So, we all went down to the tunnels to kill them dead.

One of the dwarfs stayed behind and bottlenecked the tunnel to their hideout. We really wanted to just bust in, but he was pretty stubborn (All dwarfs are, I guess). He was pretty tough, though. We killed a few before he had to bail. We moved up and realized he was REALLY tough, since the others got shot by some stupid glue stuff. I hate that stuff; it’s super sticky. It was okay though; after wearing their front line down to nothing, they couldn’t stand a good thrashing from the magical types and a well-placed Lady Shyv.

I found an awesome mask, too! It’s kinda small, but it’s SO pretty. Kobolds may be stupid, but they have some shiny stuff.

Okay, party things for real now. BETTER FUN TIMES.

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Entry #11 - Wherein Beryl Runs the Gauntlet
We also met a new dwarf king

Hello, Mr. Book. Or Missus Book. This isn’t any better…

We woke up and decided to keep going towards the fire forest, because that was the plan. I think. I dunno, I’m just following these guys for now. Been fun so far.

Anyways, we got to a big gorge, which everyone called ‘The Gauntlet’. Everyone got real skittish and either wanted to slow down and walk through, or ride really fast into it. We kinda waffled a bit, but decided to ride. Callus wasn’t too happy with that, but oh well. We went REALLY fast, as some mercenaries tried to ambush us with explodey rocks and arrows. Shava fell off at one point, but I think she hopped onto the mind elf’s horse. Then we nearly got stopped by this one armored guy (everyone says he was the guy that attacked us at the Poison Apple Pub, but I dunno). I could have killed him too, but Callus was nearly dead and the mind elf started yelling at me in my head (yeah, that’s not fun) so I rode off as quick as I could. I could have stolen the guy’s horse, now that I think about it…

So, we’re on the trail while the mercenaries are licking their wounds, right? Torrent says we might be able to sneak into their camp and do stuff, so we slip right in. I guess they were worried about that one guy, because we looted the place and burned it to the ground. There was also a dead mage in the camp, in the cliffside tunnels, but Laurya and everyone gave him his last rites and stuff. I named him Deadwood. He’s not very talkative. We split as soon as the fire got really high, which made Torrent a bit uneasy, but whatever. Less camps for the bad guys.

After a few hours, we reach this big bridge, which is guarded by this new dwarf king named Mr. Marbles Diamondbrow or something. He’s pretty nice but really paranoid, and told us to buzz off. Rhakesh (DUMB JERK) told him we had to go across the bridge because Gate Pass was on fire and stuff, and Mr. Marbles thought ‘a test of our skills would prove your innocence’. Because spies can’t catch thieves or fix lifts? I dunno, but we did what he asked.

That reminds me, RHAKESH IS A BIG DUMB JERK. He called me names and stuff, and I really REALLY wanted to kill him. Like with a spoon. Stupid evil Rhakesh. But it’s okay right now, because the dwarves said since we really helped them out, they’re throwing us a party! It’ll be FUN, even if Rhakesh is there.

I’ll write again later, after I do the party things. FUN TIMES.

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