Damien and Selphia

Damien had met the woman Selphia on his travels in the forests of Valenwood. He had forgotten how long it had been since he contacted Sickle and knew that even if he turned around now, would not reach him for at least another two weeks. He walked with Selphia into Valenwood after a long time away from society. He met with the innkeeper and paid for a two person room for a month. He thought of the pain of travelling back to Sickle to deliver information, but could not write to him. He asked Selphia to write it for him, but she turned the tables on him and said she would teach him.

He learned how to write and sent his letter to Sickle and was proud of his achievement. He left town with Selphia and after a days travel south was confronted by 6 men. They demanded all their goods or they would be killed. Damien pulled out a dagger and entered a fighting stance. Two of the men held the woman back while the others charged him. Damien darted between them, dodging and striking at blistering speeds. After a short time only the two men remained, who let the girl go and fled.

He sheathed his dagger, helped the fair lady up and said “man, that was a waste of time and energy, come on lets go Selphia, those men will trouble us no longer”.She smiled as they both walked on into the deep forest.

A New Hero

The dragonborne was walking around bored. He decided to go check on the prisoners. He had made a habit of standing in front of the cage and laughing at them from anywhere between 2-10 minutes. He walked down to take a look at them. One of them said “Hey, dragon dude, look over there, was that name always there?”

The dragonborne turned to see new glowing words on the wall. The name on the wall was “Andross Wind-rider”.

He rushed upstairs and told everyone that the new name had appeared. They all seemed surprised and their leaders had just left them and would not be back for a few weeks. The heroes now had to organize their plan to get to this hero, as Avelina seemed sure the cult would jump at the idea to get another hero, just as they did to her. Who would lead the guild’s operations this time, history dictates only a hero may lead.

Avelina, the half-elf hero who is rather susceptible to mind play and corruption, as half the job is already done for the cult.

Gortharik, a hot headed dwarf who would charge the enemy without planning or even thought.

Liara, an 8 year old girl without any knowledge or maturity.

It seems that the guild leaders did not take into account who they left to guard the fort…

The Spell

Robert: “Wow, that teleport took even more from me than usual. I need a nap.”
Robert started to walk back inside the guild and as he walked past the eating hall, collapsed.

In his dream there was a swirl of pictures, memories and words. From the mess of his filled mind, he steps back with an incantation and views what he has done before, in all its detail.

“Oh bread crumbs and shit, I see why the spell was so difficult, I messed up pretty badly. Oh well, I am sure they will be back soon. They are heroes after all. If all goes well and luck is on my side, they may not even notice the difference…or maybe they will.”

The Meeting

The man wearing the green cloak approached the old throne slowly, watching his step as to not bump into any of the rather expensive, lifelike looking stone sculptures. He gave a quick bow to a figure sitting on a large stone throne decorated with runes.

“Hello there again boss…”
“You dare come to me after failing to kill the heroes? Or did you let them go again? I have had enough, you realise that they are becoming a threat? Your amusement is over, do you realise that they are gaining strength at an alarming rate?
The cloaked man fixes his posture, turns around and heads for the door.
“If you want to have fun, have your fun but be careful, they may be the death of you, I suspect that they nearly have a fighting chance against you now…the longer you wait and keep pulling jokes and pranks on my organisation as well as the heroes, the more certain your death becomes. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

He speeds up to a brisk walk, watching his own back when he collides with a sculpture. It hits the floor and smashes to pieces.“Oh no… I am very sorry!”
“Just show me some results this time please, send only your most trusted and most powerful men this time, go yourself if you must.”

Little Chrisy catches up on reading

Chris the Cleric was reading books in the guild’s library when he found a book called “The Creation of Heroes” by Kaltonias. He becomes interested and decides to start reading the book through. He reads it for the rest of the day and through that night…and through the next day and night. He is rather interested by this section and reads it several times.

“I cannot be certain as to how the heroes gain their power, especially considering I am no hero, but from what I have gathered from several members the power of the heroes is something you are born with. This does not mean it passes through the family, just an increased chance. Many have been born heroes out of the blue from commoner families while the children of heroes sometimes fall shorter. What interests me the most is that I have to come to the conclusion that there are multiple ways of becoming heroes, not just birth. In fact, my best friend, who I have known for over 20 years, is one such example. He had a rough childhood, with dragons and gladiatorial combat with other children and all that, but he did not show any real hero powers until he was well into adulthood. Some also say that he had it all along, but that it unlocks at different times for different people, but others think that through heroic action, you can become a hero. Take of this what you want and draw your own conclusions. The next chapter will be about what powers a hero actually gets.”

“Oh man…I need some sleep after all that reading, after eating of course, I feel like I have been in here all night, but without any natural light sources in this place, It could be the middle of the day by now. I better get some rest.”
Chris placed the book in his pack and dragged himself to bed.

The Heroes unnerve the Lord of Darkness

“I am sick of your constant failures!” The lord of darkness grasps the green clothed mans throat tight, choking him, holding him 3 inches off the ground against a stone wall.
“You hear me! I am sick of your pathetic failure to kill some little children! You will not return here until they are dead, or you will die by my hand, you little bastard of a thing!”

“My brightest is dead? YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU LET MY RESEARCHER DIE! He was to use his curses and knowledge to weaken the heroes when we fought, but now you tell me I have lost that advantage! Now I begin to doubt that you can win. You have messed up EVERYTHING!”

The choke hold becomes so tight that blood starts to pour out of the man’s nose and mouth for a few seconds. No blood left in his head, he waves a hand and appears at the door.
“I will go now…” He is interrupted by his’s boss’s blinding speed charge, slamming him into the ground with large gauntlets.

The boss lets him go and he runs out the door.
“I am really sorry, I have really grown to like you hero guys, but I must kill you or I will die”.


They sat there alone, above the hero’s guild in the recently constructed pool, which zodiac had been tirelessly trying to fill. For a long time they did not talk, they were happy being with someone they knew understood. After a while the silence broken by Avalina asking “did they torture you?”. Zodiac answered simply “they tried often they didn’t always succeed.” “when they did, they went for hours on end. often they would heal me, simply so they could beat me more without killing me.” she nodded “I know” and so that sat hand in hand staring at the stars, never letting go, not even for a second. Timidly, Avalina asked “were all those things you did to those people necessary?” he smiled a grim smile and simply said “To me, perhaps not. To the raging man that lives in my soul and still remembers those days in that cell, being tortured and laughed at like an animal, yes. it was.” With a grim laugh he vaguely “After all what would you do to your captors, had i not killed them all?” she murmured “I… I don’t even…” “exactly” he said. “The statue i made of myself represents who i am. because that statue is just like me. stone on the outside and filled with the faces of bad men who tortured me.” she looked at him, into his eyes that she knew so well and to him she murmured the most valuable words anyone had ever told him. She said “I understand”

A strange place

A well dressed and distinguished man walked down the cobble road of the quiet, peaceful town. He had the look of a confident man in his wide, happy green eyes. He made his way through this quiet, tranquil village, a village that had clearly never seen war, or even any sort of trouble at all. Everyone seemed very happy, traders sold their goods in the square, all fair deals, people chatted together about simple good things and never did a conversation turn towards a sour topic.

He arrived at the large cathedral near the center of town, the most extravagant church anyone had ever seen. As he walked through the long halls, priests, clerics and monks made quick but respectful bow’s to him, then returning to their duties. The long blue cape with its golden outline dragged across the perfectly cut and spec-less floor. He had left a bag at the front door, containing his arsenal of weapons, potions and scrolls, but the bag was no larger than a small sack and contained more than most could carry. The man walked past a line of his lower ranking brothers, made his way to the back wall, took a deep breath and turned towards these men who were lined up, wearing perfectly matching sets of full-plate suits, all with the symbol of the sun god Pelor in plain view on the chest piece.

“Today we go to war my brothers! My friends! As you know we are needed at the gates to this peaceful land! You know that every 10 years all hell breaks lose for exactly four hours! When we reach the camp and group with our allies, your task is to hold your position, no matter what monstrosities come through that gate!”

The look on the man’s face had become completely serious, showing an ever so slight emotion of fear.


“So you are telling me that you let Zodiac not only defeat half your team, but also allowed the other half to flee, never to be seen again?”
The rather commanding, but soft voice of Xios’s superior asked, sounding irritated

“I am deeply sorry my lady, I knew he was strong, but even our anti-Zodiac kill team failed in the task, thanks to some wizard, but he wont be a problem anymore, I heard your old friend Ehlonna has him freeing bunnies and other cute creatures from hunter traps…look, I tried my very best my lady, I did not come back unscathed, I was a half-dead dog, literally.”

“No matter my child, I can forgive you, but only because you have done so much for us all.”

Xios rose from her kneeling position and stood tall, then asked “Would you like me to try again my lady? I wont fail you this time.”

“Leave it be for now, my child. This so called Zodiac has evaded my hand picked kill team, he deserves to live, at least for now.”


Avelina lay on the king size bed of his lord Zodiac, simply killing time, waiting for Zodiac to get back or for something to happen. A knight briskly marched into the room, looking to be on important business.
“My Lady, as you know Lord Zodiac is away on important business and although it was instructed that Bluestone take care of business technically you are Zodiac’s heir and regent. The Council has been called to meeting by none other than the Order Of Flame Champion my lady, they request your presence in the Lord’s absence”.

Avelina rolled off the bed onto her feet, put her scabbards on her belt containing her two swords, simply nodded to the knight and walked out of the room and down the keep hallway.
“Do we know why a meeting is being held so suddenly, by the champion no less, he never took me for one to talk for hours in meetings”.

“I was simply told milady that it concerned a possible threat to the Flame and Heroes both”.

Avelina splashed her face with some cold water from the well outside and headed to the meeting, talking to some people along the way.
“How are you Tom? Fancy seeing you here, outside your shop, did something happen?”
“Oh not at all, did you by any chance see me near the gates or outside the city recently?”
“No, I just came from Greenstone and you were not there, but of course you could not be there if you are here, surely.”

“No matter, no matter, just if you see me around the area, tell me to get back to my shop or you will have me arrested on the spot.”
With that Tom walked off, heading towards the wizards college, in a hurry it would seem.
Avelina continued toward the meeting, when she arrived, everyone was already there waiting for her, well almost everyone. It would seem that the Orc representative and the Halfling representative had not yet arrived.


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