The Sundering Worlds

Growing Menace
Session 4

K’ot was lying bloody and bruised next to the enraged ogre. Pekeporo’s distaste for violence disappeared as the spirit of vengeance overcame him. With a battle cry, he unleashed an arrow that sunk deep into the ogre’s cheek. His vengeful rage emboldened his companions. Corvus let loose an unrelenting barrage of arrows. K’ot mustered the energy to bite the ogre’s ankle, but the ogre immediately dealt a near-fatal blow, knocking her out indefinitely. Meanwhile, the orcs escaped their verdant chains. Filled with bloodlust, they charged down the corridor.

Pekeporo knew this day might come. They were too numerous to deal with individually. Despite his truest friend’s presence in the blast radius, he appealed to Aerdrie and watched sorrowfully as lightning erupted from his fingers, tearing apart the bodies of two of the orcs, but also blasting K’ot against a wall to crumple in a seemingly lifeless heap. The ogre managed to stay outside the arc of the lightning blast. He gathered his last bit of strength to heave his great battle axe at Corvus while the remaining orc heaved a nearby javelin at Pekeporo. The orc’s waning strength was a boon for Pekeporo as the javelin clanged to the ground five feet in front of him. But even a near-dead ogre outmatches most creatures in strength. His axe whipped across the cavern and dug deep into Corvus’ shoulder, parting flesh and muscle.

Where many would find despair at suffering such injury, Corvus found a renewed sense of vengeance and purpose. Adrenaline mixed with hatred in his veins as he wrenched the cursed axe from his shoulder. The unavenged spirits of his slain family filled him with a strength reserved only for the bulkiest berserkers as he flung the ogre’s great axe directly back down the corridor. Pekeporo watched in awe, mouth agape, as the axe sailed end-over-end, supernaturally picking up speed as it travelled. The well-sharpened blade flew through the ogre’s skull so cleanly and with such ferocity that it took a moment for the split to appear. But when the split came, Pekeporo realized the axe had cleaved the ogre’s head straight down the middle. The axe continued its inspired journey as though guided by the hand of divinity straight into the chest of the remaining surviving orc. Corvus let out a mighty cry of satisfied absolution.

Upon recognizing their victory, Pekeporo couldn’t share in Corvus’ glee. He ran to K’ot and laid hands on her. He called desperately on Angharradh, elven goddess of protection to revive K’ot. Then, to his indescribable relief, he felt her chest move as she began breathing once again. A wave of joy washed over Pekeporo as he clung to K’ot. He moved deeper into the passage to examine its contents with K’ot by his side. But when they passed the ogre’s lifeless body, K’ot stopped and whimpered. Pekeporo kept walking but couldn’t shake the feeling that he and his friends had violated innocent life in their violence against the ogre. As Pekeporo explored the cave, grabbing some well-deserved loot, Corvus set about removing the heads of their dispatched foes. Pekeporo couldn’t help noticing how much happier Corvus seemed.green-nature-trees-forest-grass-plants-magic-orbs-fresh-new-hd-wallpaper2

After such a demanding battle, the trio bedded down until morning to get some much-needed rest. Pekeporo took first watch. Halfway through his watch, he sensed a presence in the forest with him. Growing up isolated among the beasts of the Wood of Sharp Teeth, he was no stranger to this sensation. So he followed his habit in such cases and tapped into Rillifane’s insight to communicate with nearby animals. But his appeal went unanswered by the surrounding woods. This presence was no animal. Then he saw hundreds of orbs of light passing through the forest around him. Trying to make sense of the strange phenomenon, he attempted to touch one with no success. But he heard a clamor of quiet voices. Through the din, he was able to decipher the repetitive whisper of “name…name.” Seeking guidance, Pekeporo poured his thoughts and energy into the mistletoe woven into his druidic focus and touched one of the orbs with it. Suddenly, he was blasted back against the nearest tree. Yet Pekeporo felt nothing as his mind and vision were completely engulfed in a prophetic dream of the largest and most ebullient tree he had ever seen. It seemed beyond anything beyond possibility as he clearly heard, “Portal.”

The trio returned to Phandalin in the morning as it burst with life. Children played while neighbors talked idly. Corvus made his way to the Townmaster’s Hall with his friends, until they were abruptly stopped by four Redbrands standing in the commons. Corvus and Pekeporo were ready to get their reward and spend an evening in drunken revelry, but the Rebrands made it clear that they were a problem that could no longer be ignored. K’ot frightened one of the Redbrands off, but the rest bared naked steel in response to threats. Their de facto leader closed the gap in attack. Corvus, still feeling confident from the destruction of orcs, would no longer abide gangs of foes teaming up against them. He found an unprecedented swiftness and strength to engage two foes at a time. He simultaneously embraced this new combat style, noting its efficacy for future engagement. While one of the ruffians buried his sword deep in Pekeporo’s side, Corvus almost single-handedly dispatched of his opponents in a flurry of shortswords. K’ot felt a growing connection to Corvus and sunk her teeth into the final opponent’s manhood. She lapped up some of the blood and looked to Corvus for approval as the man bled out from the groin. Corvus was quite pleased and affirmed K’ot’s tactics. After supernaturally knitting his side back together, Pekeporo rejoined Corvus, and they donned the Red cloaks of their slain enemies as a disguise. They looked around and realized their fight had emptied the town, confirming the grip of fear the Redbrands had instilled in the town.

As they approached the Townmaster’s hall, Townmaster Harbin burst through the doors, frantically crying, “What have you done? Oh god, you’ve only made things worse. Glasstaff will repay this tenfold.” Even in the midst of his cowardly tirade, when Harbin noticed the orc heads dangling from Corvus’ belt, his mood slightly lightened.

After brushing with death thanks to Harbin’s incompetence, Pekeporo had enough. “Look, we took care of your orc problem. Now we’re taking care of your Redbrand problem . Whether or not you’re competent enough to recognize it, you need us. Now pay what you owe.”

“No, your help can’t make up for how much worse you’ve made things.” Harbin turned on his pudgy heel, waddled into the hall and slammed the door.

Pekeporo ran down to Halia’s shop to drop off the swords of the slain Redbrands. In return, she offered him information. “Glasstaff is headquartered in the manor east of town with the rest of the local Redbrands.” She thanked him for their help.

When Pekeporo returned and told Corvus about Halia’s message, Corvus communed with the largest tree in the commons to learn more about Redbrand activity. Then they went back to the tavern for a night of drinking and relaxation. The innkeeper was very grateful and reminded them of Queline Alderleaf’s son, Carp, discovering a secret passage to the Redbrands hideout. They thanked him for his hospitality and retired for the night…

Until Corvus woke up Pekeporo at midnight. “Peke, let’s go scope out that tunnel.”

“We don’t know where it is.”

“Oh, right. But Carp does.”

“You’re right. Let’s go talk to him.”

“Now? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Exactly. No one will suspect we got help from a little kid in the middle of the night.”

They snuck out the window and stealthily walked down to Alderleaf’s farm and awakened Queline with their knocking. She was initially displeased with being awakened, but quickly warmed to the adventurers who were willing to rid her town of its blight. She invited them in but was unwilling to allow her son to show them the cave in the middle of the night. So they posted up in her entryway until morning, waiting for the opportunity to take on the local Redbrand scourge head-on…

Will our heroes be prepared to face such a massive threat? Will their allies manage to avoid the wrath of the Redbrands? Will Corvus turn into Dae Hyo from the Hollow Gods trilogy? Does anyone even know what I’m talking about? Tune in next time to find out!

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Corvus' Ghosts
Session 3

“Show yourself.”

Corvus was in no mood to deal with a new threat. He was exhausted, and Sildar was in no physical condition to engage in a fight. Diplomacy was the only option.

“Very well,” called the sinister voice as there was a rustling high in the nearest treetop. A nimble figure clothed in all green was barely visible among the foliage as it leapt from the heights. The masked figure taunted, “You are truly fucked, Corvus. Porcius placed a 100 gold bounty on your head. Every bounty hunter worth their salt is out to get you. Fortunately, for me, you’re shit at hiding.” He noticed Pekeporo moving his hand over his staff to cast Shilelagh. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Druid. I may be outnumbered, but you’ll not survive a fight with me.”

Pekeporo withdrew his hand as Corvus dropped his blades. If Corvus wasn’t ready to fight, Pekeporo knew this bounty hunter’s words were no idle threat. True to form, though, Corvus wouldn’t go down without a verbal fight. “Who is this Corvus you keep talking about? I’ve never heard of him.”

“Ha. You must take me for a fool from your backwoods village. I know very well who you are, and you’re coming with me. Unless you can make it worth my while.”

Pekeporo was dismayed. “We can’t just pay off every bounty hunter that comes calling.”

Corvus looked around, noting the windfall of valuable goods they were delivering to Phandalin. “No, Peke, we can’t. But we can pay this one.” He turned to the bounty hunter. “I can pay, but there’s no way I’m worth 100 gold to Porcius. He’s offering you 50 at the most, so I’ll give you 75 gold pieces to fuck off.”

“Very well.” The bounty hunter held out his hand for compensation. The moment the gold dropped in his hand, he started skipping off, laughing. “You fools,” he taunted, “the offered reward is only 25 gold.” And with that, he disappeared into the woods.

Corvus felt a bit foolish but was too relieved to be on his way to care too much. Pekeporo’s wolf sensed the alpha presence of K’ot and sat at her feet. This act of supplication greatly pleased K’ot as she loved Pekeporo but often missed her pack. Pekeporo came over and told the wolf, “I promised you freedom. You repaid me with your protection. There is no debt between us. Be free.” The wolf yipped in gratitude and bounded into the forest.

The crew uneventfully journeyed with the goods the rest of the way to Phandalin. On the journey, Corvus advised his friends to call him Markan to avoid such unpleasant encounters in the future. Upon entry in Phandalin, they made their way directly to Halia Thorton’s blacksmith shop, recognizing the symbol on her sign from some of the crates they transported. They delivered her goods to much gratitude and offers of even the most exclusive wares. Corvus and Pekeporo found an instant ally in this strange new town. She warned them of the presence of Redbrands, a group of ruffians casting the town into a state of fear and paranoia. They thanked her and moved on to deliver the rest of the goods.

At the inn that night, they drank, laughed and talked. They learned of many local problems and discoveries from the other patrons in the bar. Sildar told them of his true intentions. He made his way to Phandalin to seek answers regarding the disappearance of his friend, a sorcerer, who was last seen on the outskirts of town. They lost the night to friendship.

The next morning, Corvus and Pekeporo headed to the Townmaster’s Hall to seek more information on the commission of adventurers to rid the town of a nearby band of orcs descending upon unwary travelers. For some reason Pekeporo didn’t understand, Corvus was hellbent on seeking out these orcs. But he was in this for the adventure, and Corvus was the truest friend he had found since leaving the Wood of Sharp Teeth. When questioned about the Redbrands, the Townmaster grew nervous and undermined the word of the townsfolk as mere hyperbole. Before leaving, Corvus and Pekeporo promised Sildar they would return to assist him in his quest.

Corvus, Pekeporo and K’ot made their way on the trail but ducked into the woods as they approached the orc encampment. There were two watchorcs at the opening of the enclosure. Thanks to their stealthy tactics, they quickly dispatched of these guards in a flurry of arrows and direwolf teeth. After hiding the guards’ bodies, the pair slowly approached the entrance. Inside, they found three orcs and a massive ogre, all sleeping. Both adventurers felt a sense of being outmatched and quickly took advantage of their surprise position. They unleashed their arrows at the sleeping ogre as K’ot bounded down the opening at him. The ogre awoke with a cry of pain thereby arousing the orcs. They charged toward the opening, but Pekeporo called on the power of Rillifane Rallathil, elven god of nature. Barbed vines sprouted from the floor and walls and bound the orcs where they stood. Meanwhile, the ogre slowed in the face of Corvus’ relentless arrow strikes and K’ot’s persistent attacks.

As the battle seemed all but won, the ogre tossed K’ot against the wall and brought his massive club down in a crushing blow on her skull. Pekeporo cried out in fury as he witnessed his closest companion crumple to the ground.

Will our heroes overcome this, the greatest battle they have ever faced? Will Corvus find what he needs to be whole, and will it cost him his friendship with Pekeporo? Will our heroes ever stop ruining perfectly pleasant nights of sleep for their foes? Tune in next time to find out!

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Cave Tactics
Session 2

Corvus Cade and Pekeporo Nameseeker cautiously approached the entrance of the cave with arrows nocked. Upon entry, the pair found three rabid wolves chained to the wall. Corvus recognized the immediate threat, not only of the wolves’ attack but also of their ability to alert the goblins to the pair’s presence. As the wolves tugged at their restraints, Corvus loosed an arrow at the nearest wolf. Feeling a deep sense of sorrow at the harm of his animal brethren, Pekeporo cast upon himself the ability to speak with the wolves. He neared the wolves and appealed to them with promises of freedom. The only response he could decipher from two of them was unadulterated rage in their cries as the nearest wolf found enough chain slack to sink his teeth into Pekeporo’s arm. Yet one of the wolves understood, padded to the corner and laid down. Baffled by the scene unfolding, Corvus moved in closer to his friend and sank another arrow into a wolf. With a heavy heart, Pekeporo retreated and loosed an arrow at the foes. As Corvus neared the wolves, suddenly one of their chains snapped, and in a flash, he was on top of Corvus biting into his shoulder. Corvus wheeled and slashed through the wolf’s throat. As Pekeporo unleashed a mortal strike on another wolf, he silently cried out in sorrow. Corvus surveyed the large room and found a chimney chute in a corner as Pekeporo freed the remaining wolf from his restraints.

Pekeporo pled with the wolf to take his freedom, but the wolf pressed in, repeating a soft “friend” to Pekeporo. Corvus urgently whispered, “Pekeporo, there’s an access chute to the upper room. Let’s go!” He shimmied up the chute and spied three goblins and a goddamn bug-bear, all fast asleep. He tossed a rope down to Pekeporo and they were quickly reunited. Agreeing on the major threat of the bug-bear, the pair unleashed a relentless surprise attack on the sleeping foe. Although suffering injuries, they quickly dispatched of their groggy enemies. With further exploration, they found the highest point in the cave (while also noting the perilous traps they circumnavigated by climbing the chute) containing a bloody and nearly lifeless Sildar. As they rushed up to save him, four more goblins, one clearly dressed as the enclave’s leader, rushed up the incline to engage in battle. Corvus nocked an arrow to engage, but Pekeporo was weary of battle. He summoned the power of Aerdrie Faenya, elven goddess of the sky, and lightning erupted from his fingertips. It shot through the cavern and plunged into the chests of all four goblins, exploding their frail bodies in an orgy of blood and viscera.

Corvus, Pekeporo, Sildar, and their wolf companion departed the cave. As they neared the wagon, they felt a great sense of relief, thinking the worst was behind them. Pekeporo couldn’t hide his smile upon seeing K’ot again. Suddenly, they all froze in their tracks as they heard, “Corvus Cade. Don’t move. Your past has come back for you.”

Will our heroes elude this new and mysterious foe? What mysterious past is Corvus trying to escape? Does anyone ever just have a relaxing afternoon in Faerun? Tune in next time to find out!

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Friends and Foes
Session 1

In the vibrant city of Neverwinter, two strangers chanced upon one another in the Nomad’s Inn. Amidst a rowdy scene, Corvus Cade, an exiled Elf Ranger, found a fast friend in Pekeporo, an Elf Druid on his namequest. After introductions, Gundren Rockseeker announced to the entire bar that he was looking for a squad of adventurers to escort supplies to Phandalin. Hungry for adventure, Pekeporo and Corvus immediately volunteered for the perilous mission.

The next morning, the pair departed along with K’otquchuq, Pekeporo’s direwolf companion. Lulled into a false sense of security by the uneventful journey, Pekeporo was taken by surprise when four goblins stealthily launched an ambush from the surrounding woods. Fortunately, Corvus and K’ot were prepared for the attack and launched their own offensive. Corvus unleashed a volley of expertly aimed arrows, giving his companions a first glimpse of a childhood spent honing his martial prowess. Pekeporo was left to wonder what had made his young companion such a fierce warrior.

But this was no time for rumination. Pekeporo attempted to assist his companions, but failed to illuminate their foes with Faerie Fire. This was his first taste of battle, and his inexperience was showing. Fortunately, K’ot was already in the forest ripping out a goblin’s throat with her teeth. Corvus’ aim was true and another arrow sunk directly into a goblin’s forehead. Eager to contribute, Pekeporo transformed into a direwolf, leapt into the forest and mauled another goblin. Feeling a sense of relief, the troupe pressed on, only to find the eerily abandoned haul of Gundren and Sildar Hallwinter.

After returning to his elf form, a process always slightly disappointing for K’ot, Pekeporo told K’ot to guard the wagon. With a combined sense of adventure and fidelity to their employer, the pair trekked up the nearby hill, following the muddy tracks left by the raiding party. Again impressing Pekeporo with his world-proficiency, Corvus anticipated and navigated all the traps set for them by their foes. They arrived at the mouth of a cave, where four watchgoblins were posted. Due to their stealthiness, Corvus and Pekeporo took the goblins by surprise. With Corvus as his guide, Pekeporo cut his teeth and was able to draw on the years of training provided by his Uncle T’allius. Before dealing the final death blow, the pair questioned the final goblin about the contents of the cave. The goblin’s tale was dire. A cavefull of goblins ready for a fight awaited.

Will our heroes survive the cave? Will they find their employers? Will they say, “Fuck this shit,” and go find some lady-elves? Tune in next time to find out!

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