The Imperial Wrecking Crew

The Log Book of Captain Karl Fischer

This is an interesting realm. Full of danger, monsters, and monsterous people, and an overwhelming miasma of evil.

Good thing I’m no Paladin.

I have finally had occasion to let loose a bit in combat. We worked to defend the town we rested in from a nightly attack by the denizens of the mist, and I brought down a taste of true Chaos to the monsters below. It felt… Good. I don’t particularly like this realm, but the chaos that permeates is surprisingly comfortable, in much the same way as a stormy sea.

All the same, I feel our time here is coming to an end, and I miss my boat. I will ride the tides of fate as the winds that blow will allow, but I will do my best to tack my way back home all the same.

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Ravenloft: Report 01
Dar hasn't spoken in awhile

After Action: Pandera

Have defeated the World Dragon of this realm. No casualties in our party. Good news that we do not have to deal with the rebuilding of the infrastructure here. Greggor and Deidra are staying in this realm to guide the new belief in Tempus who had no strength here before. Onyxia is being recalled for additional training under Liad.

Tempus has given those that remain gifts as we transfer to the next realm. It is… Good to be back in my own skin.

Initial Report: Ravenloft

Passed through portal and have been met by the contact. Dragons have taken form of horses to allow unnoticed travel, unknown how long this will last. Escorted through the Mist to a safe location controlled by the Lord of the land, an ally vampire who is married to our Contact. Have visited nearby town to gain intelligence on weapons of the land and area knowledge.

Troop Status:

Ballystia: Morale is low since her close friend has stayed behind with Greggor, as well as the Evil and Chaos that ooze from every sense of this realm. Getting back to military habits and discipline should help, smiting the evil would help more, but would also likely make us all dead.

Ciarra: Appears to be a little lost without being directly charged with protecting Greggor, but otherwise is fully combat effective.

Roy: Is invincible. He says so himself.

Karl: Seems more at home in the Chaos of this realm than most, and his bond with his Dragon is unnerving on occasion. No recommendations at this time.

Znamerel: Seems largely unphased by the evil or the chaos. Assigned to help protect the Paladin

Threats:
Werewolves – High: Bites infectious. Immune to or heal quickly from most damage. Use of Silver and Fire strongly suggested.

Vampires – High: Possibly infectious? Immune to some damage. Silver, wood, and fire strongly suggested.

Wendigo – Moderate? – Unknown threat, further assessment required.

Dragons – High: Breath weapons, magic, and riders are all forces to be reckoned with.

Vampire Lords – Extreme: Very, very powerful mages / vampires with their own private armies and large territories. Exercise extreme caution, do not engage if possible to avoid.

The Mist – High?: Unknown effects, possible transport to unknown worlds. Strong Chaos field. Impairs vision, raises risk of ambush.

Demons – Low to moderate: Demons may be hunting me.

Gear Assessment: Have obtained new weapon, a cutting fist blade imbued and engineered directly to combat the major threats of the realm.

Mission Assessment:
Time Constraint: Mission requires readiness at any moment as Dragon Gate appearance is sporadic and multiple forces have an interest. Lawful Good companions add challenges that have been handled to a degree. As long as we follow the rules of this world and not give away our presence until it is too late to react effectively to us, I believe we have a high chance for success.

The longer we wait on high alert, the slower we will be capable of responding. Free time should be spent training or attempting rest and relaxation to maintain maximum combat effectiveness.

And with Greggor occupied, we might even be able to use tactics for once.

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Balystia's Journal
Paladin's Thoughts

All Praise and Glory to Tempus
I have not been so bold has to chronicle thus far. It has been strange not having the benefits of my dearest friend’s company anymore. We both knew we would eventually part ways, and she has been my rock for these last twenty years. Yet, it still seems too soon. Tempus watch over my friend as she continues in her walk of a magus.

May I walk in His Stride
Balystia

All Praise and Glory to Tempus
I feel a pressing loneliness with the ongoing travels. Is this what homesickness feels like? Ciara speaks of it some, with her family and Duchy. However, other than Nixie, I am beginning to wonder what it is that was home. Tempus is my Light and my Heart, yet somehow my heart is heavy. I think I place myself in misery too much. I must remind myself of purpose. Tempus be All.

May I walk in His Stride
Balystia

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Karl's Private Log

Since waking up in a dinghy all those years ago, I have been killed at least twice, accidentally killed myself once, hunted and killed our enemies without mercy, and even eaten the heart of a fallen foe. I have sailed oceans that brought me closer to my god, and trod deserts where I felt no further from him. I have fished, cooked, healed, sailed, hiked, bled, and sweat for my friends, my country, and the gods who guide us along our path. I have seen Temples raised to friendly gods, and destroyed temples of the evil ones.

I ride a dragon, K’Sellis, and we have been at each other’s sides even through the veil of death and back. Truth to tell, it is hard to tell where one of us begins and the other ends.

Perhaps, if we ever return to Oerth, we shall explore the seas and oceans. We look forward to a time when we again can spend our afternoons with our feet in the water and fish on our line.

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A letter home

Roy said to practice my writing, and Lobo said it would make Tempus happy, so here I am writing… me, Ciara, writing! The pen feels unnatural, still not sure how Roy can say the pen is mightier than the sword, give me a sword anyday. Hope spring planting went well, and cant wait to see and smell home, play with all of my nieces and nephews, check the foals, plow, harvest, plant, drill the troops, and hug every last one of you, and a hot bath. The time training at Lobo’s keep was a real treat, being able to train with a dragon, and be close enough to home to spend time at the keep with all of you is more precious than anything I can ever come across in my duties, no matter what happens, never forget how important family is. I think Kazul my dragon friend enjoyed the family too, Thanks for welcoming her in on our off days she is far from home. Long after this is over, I have promised she will always find a welcome roost among us should she survive this mission, even if I die. Please be sure to should I die, Kazul is an honorable friend and fierce warrior.

So much has happened, the farm life seems so distant right now, I really miss it. One of our first jobs after training involved wild magic, yall know how i feel about wild magic. Something bad happened, and Sushimon was killed. I couldn’t do anything to stop it, his dragon immediately took off on a suicide mission, i still mourn them both. Icedragons are a fearsome enemy. He didn’t fight with the Imperial Wrecking crew for long, but he fought fiercely. Please find any family he has, and make sure they are taken care of, and make a donation to the temple in his memory.

We have a new fighter Lobo brought in, his name is Znomerial, he is a real dragonrider, part of Lobo’s own flight! We are having to learn how to fight with him, well you know how it is adjusting to fighting with Gregor, and I am learning so much from him about this whole air combat thing.

I hope this letter finds everyone well, thank you for all that you do for the duchy, the kingdom and each other.

If Tempus smiles on me,I hope to be home soon.
Much Love,
Ciara

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Most Humble Adventures
May your life be interesting

Dear readers, again I must open with humble apology, I am bound by oath, and honor, and by deities to not share all that I have seen. Suffice it to say, life has been cursed of late with interesting.
We spent a delightful few months on holiday back on Oearth, the temple is coming along nicely, and the bardic college is quickly gaining reknown. The local ladies are lovely in face, body, and voice, and the wines as rich and fine as a vintner would dare.
_Gregor gleefully used the time to drill his troops, Ballistia to get familiar with being a Baroness – accompanied by of all things a kender named Creena. Creena has proven delightfully infuriating to the Lord Gregor. The kenders mischief is so sweet and innocent, and Gregor’s increasing attempts to strangle her are all the more comical. Ciara unsurprisingly takes much joy in spending time with Creena, and all kender seem to have an affinity to her.
Dar, Phoebe, Onyxia, and Sushimon disappeared on their own adventures for a time. Karl fished, and baked fish cookies on his stone boat.
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Much too soon our time of dalliance ended, as a new threat of Takhesis loomed. We were sent to Lord Lobo’s Keep, where we met with some curious and stately peoples. This meeting felt much like an interview, and so we discovered it was. Our dinner companions were dragons in human form. Of them, some left, some chose to partner with the Imperial Wrecking Crew & Friends. I am honored to call Prism, a Crystal Dragon, both friend and comrade. This is deeper than an agreement to fight, it is a bond of death. Here at Lord Lobo’s keep we learned to fight on dragonback, and in flights. Truly an awe striking experience. Gregor, as usual managed to destroy things not meant to be destroyed, his dragon partner Sassifraz, a copper dragon, is well suited to his mayhem. Prism and I depend more on brains, than brawn.
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While training, we were pitted against an acquaintance of old, an ancient black litch dragon, whom I met fought against, and then for, more than a thousand years ago. To my delight, before we were to square off, he asked to once more hear my music and called me friend. Upon hearing my songs, he declared he would not even spar against me, the rest of my party was not so lucky. True to his word, in combat he fought fiercely against others of my team, but not I, his teammembers did not afford me that same kindness, all for the best really, we were there to learn to fight.

Daily we grow more adept fighting on dragonback, soon the day will come when we are pulled from practice back to the front lines, I feel the drums of war, a Dragonwar is coming.

More adventures to come, as long as I draw breath from my body, I shall document all, and share all that I am allowed to.

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New adventures await

Gentle reader, my apologies, I have been remiss in my duties of reporting our adventures. So much has happened since I last wrote. We survived intergalactic battles in ether, spelljamming, wild magic, and kender. I am happy to report that kender are absolutely as delightful (and maddening) as legend tells. I was able to acquire a vary rare bardic book of lost knowledge, nearly bankrupting me, but well worth it. I believe Ciara came out of those adventures most changed. But that my friends is a seperate story. I am happy to report that after much coaxing, pushing and even a lecture from Tempest, Ciara has learned to read and write. Dar remains with the party, as does the Tempest loving Ballistia and our rescuee Karl and his fish cookies. Also traveling with us is the fearless Onyxia, and the mischievious Phoebe, and the honorable Sushimon. I feel I have forgotten someone, ah yes, Gregor! Gregor remains gleefully focusing extra energy on creative ways to kill me, the gods themselves have forgiven my misstep sooner than he. I believe I shall focus now, not perhaps on the grand arc of the adventure, but perhaps on the small stories within. In the near future, I may ask Ciara to write of her adventures so we can have the word straight from one of the heroes of the empire.

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The Mysterious 3rd continent
WTF how did that happen

The party was invited to the 3rd continent. They were tasked with takign back the sungem (stargem) to the leaders there. They were also tasked to retrieve a flying dreadnaught ship to aid in a posible war in the ether (space). To gain access to the ship they had to perform 3 tasks, retrieve 3 parts of BANE and return them to the councel of regents. They have just recently finished performing those three tasks.

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The Saga Continues

Our adventurers have travelled far and wide. They have crossed their own continent thru all three major empires and kingdoms from Krondor in the north to the Desert Kingdom in the south. They have been to the second continent and travelled acros the Southern Kingdom of Helenor there and seemingly destroyed the Indhopanese/Krondorian machine works that was creating spelljamming/gnomish works powered air ships, that were terrorizing the Dunbarian skies and giving the Krondorians a major advantage They also helped stop a possible war there between the Northern Kingdon and the Southern one (Helenor). Then they got swept up in a mealstrom and ended up in the north on a forgotten island of ice. They rescued many strange humans and elves that claimed to be from the mysterious third continent, they even recieved an invite from them to their strange land. They then made their way to the first continent and then had to sail around the western and southern tip the whole way helping folk that needed it and adventuring and well destroying much in thier paths. They finally made it back to Dunbar. I will let them flesh out thier parts in the story but this is an update for those that were curious.

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On a mission from Gods
Tactics... we don't need no stinking tactics

Nahtar seems to have fallen down on the job, therefore you shall hear the true tale from I, Roy O’ Bannon.
Following directions bestowed on us by the resistance fighters, we march towards our goals, find & stop the gnome whisperer, free the gnomes, destroy the airships. Our unofficial group goals include: Kill Archon, destroy everything, the bigger the boom the better, teach Ciara and Jierun to read.
On the way, our ranger, Carter, is sent forth to scout, and doesn’t come back when scheduled, we head out to find him, and he has come across more rangers who are convinced he is a simpleton and are feeding and taking care of him. We convince the rangers that he is our simpleton and continue on our way.
Jierun gets called back to our continent, we wish her well and she disappears.
We are met by a lord and his people, a very upright honorable man. His wife as we learn is a relative of mine. Delightful lady, excellent hostess with impeccable taste in wine, also of note, half elven, and openly so, something that would have been carefully hidden as it was with my mother in my own time. We are informed the ferry will be nearly a week in coming. They host us not in their palace but in their preferred home, complete with a temple of Tempest. At this temple to Tempest Gregor dumps a large pile of gold on the altar (as he always does), and, instead of it just going to the church, the gold is used to outfit a troop unit in his likeness to defend the area. Frankly that is a terrifying thought. Gregor grows immediately bored with the courtly behavior and takes off with a bag of potatoes to take his frustrations out on, he is quickly stopped and led to baneite prisoners that he is told he is welcome to do what he wishes to as punishment for their crimes, his likenesses follow for “training”.
Ciara, to her credit, tries to be courtly(I believe I shall take that upon myself to hone for she has the courtly grace of a lumbering bear). Our hosts lead her to the temple of Tempest as well, she has not had a chance to donate to her god Tempest in some time, dumps a large portion of her monies on the altar with reverence. Apparently Gregor dumped enough for a unit, Ciara dumped enough gold to outfit a small army. Our hosts in her honor ask to form a fighting force of all women to defend this area, Ciara delightedly agrees. Her remaining 4 staunchly loyal fighters moral seems to improve instantly as she instructs them to start training these women in her fighting style. Meanwhile Nahtar disappeared with the local mages for some deep philosophical discussions. Carter, ate something less than good and spent the time in the wagon. Dar dutifully stayed by my side, though I believe he enjoyed not having to watch me as closely (I know I certainly did), and I know he was relieved to visit with his god Tempest once more.
That evening we eat with the Lord, his lady, and their people. His people ate at the same table as he, Ciara’s fighters were given the same honor. The fare was simple but plentiful and the wine was of course superb. We talked of many things and it was an enjoyable and informative evening. While our honored host is otherwise occupied we “help ourselves” to his supplies. (Note to Liad: While not officially an ally, this Lord is staunchly honorable and decidedly favoring our cause in that unofficial way, he armed us with mines, fighters, food, and weaponry).
The next morning, our hosts are out on maneuvers so we leave quietly, some of the group of lady fighters Ciara sponsored turn renegade and leave with us. Six lady fighters in total, much to my pleasure, and Ciara’s 4 remaining men. Ciara in her usual manner seemed deeply moved that they would join her cause, and vowed that if they survived they would find a home in her land.
We load onto a ferry and try hard to not look hostile with a ballista clearly mounted on the roof of the wagon. Talk is very subdued and even more so when an evil Indopanar soldier buys passage on the same ferry. he disembarks a day before we do at an earlier landing. Ciara’s new fighting ladies prove useful and lead the way to a hidden tunnel/ passage that will take us to within a day and a half of the airships / staging keep for the enemy.
By the second night, we safely reach the end of the tunnel, scouts are sent ahead and report back no threats in the immediate area, beaches are 2-3 hours away. Camp is made and siege discussions begin, Stabby, Ciaras new sword, so far, seems rather useless, well, aside from keeping Ciara’s well known temper from flaring up quite as quickly. We make it all the town below the keep we are to take out, and still no plan is decided on. Straight to the tavern the party goes, and learns to town is under martial law. Gregor quickly gets asked to leave, so he does, and takes a wall with him. He is promptly arrested and sent to the keep for imprisonment and possible execution.
After a brief discussion on rescuing Gregor, we think better of it, and send Nahtar to the keep to get hired as an engineer. A series of thumps on the tavern roof, and the city goes into lock down. Apparently the prisoners all escaped and rioted, the survivors were tossed over the cliff landing on the town and tavern below. We deem the tavern to be rather useless, so return to our wagon as soon as the lock down is lifted. Leaning on our wagon, the infamous Lobo awaits us. Gregor soon returns with a rather smug look on his face.

More to come

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