Recap: Previously our heroes had ventured to Thunder Totem to gain the Barbarian Lords as allies in the upcoming battle against Benedict and his forces. To accomplish this they became competitors in the Marlock, a test of strength, skill and teamwork to decide which Clan would lead the Barbarian Horde over the next decade. Having stepped in for Potato’s Father’s Frostwolf Ogre Clan and winning over the Orcs, Gnolls, Stone Giants our heroes were challenged the the “trial of life” by Warlord Grazzok of the Splintered Bone Orcs; a fight to the death superseding all other Marlock challenges. The Metropolitan Liberal Elite fought the Orc Chieftain to the death summoning Icingdeath, an elder white dragon, in the process. Their victory brought vital allies into their growing army and proved to the thousands watching that the Dragons are far from extinct...
Our story began with the Metropolitan Liberal Elite flying over the Black Sea on the gargantuan frame of Icingdeath the Elder White Dragon. As they huddled for warmth as the Dragon flew high above cloud level to conceal himself Potato had a flashback of the final night in Thunder Totem: As the celebrations continue, your father takes you to the outskirts of the great Barbarian Arena and for a moment you both stand silently looking out across the great plains. “Although you may not believe me I never stopped looking. After an uncomfortably long pause he continues “Our shaman say I won’t be long for this world. By blood the clan is yours to lead. When the time comes please don’t take your anger at me out on the clan. They will need you. It is your birthright to lead the clan” As the constant flapping of the Dragons wings and the excursion from the last few days took its toll on the Wizard Greg; he fell asleep dreaming of lying on a table motionless. "Altador Ossalius stands over you with another man you do not recognise. “Are you sure you have used enough anesthetic?” The man asks. Altador picks up a scalpel and replies “Not likely, pain suppressing magic is expensive after all…” He smirks and begins to cut flesh away from you. Yo feel one more presence standing over you, it is Lamoram the Horned Devil who purrs “You are so close Greg. So close to remembering what you did…”. Another flash and you are in the Jungles of Aln, cutting through the thick canopy with a large machete. Eventually it cracks against some metal with a spark. A strange door not from this world door slowly opens, a dark tunnel with strange pipes and electrical devices leads underground. A voice in your head says “We know why you are here, we can help you forget” Suddenly you are jolted awake your eyes drawn to Dharma who is visibly terrified hooves flailing as the Dragon carries the horse in his gargantuan claws." Ulrich Paladin of Pelor was dreaming too: "You find yourself stood in a small room facing two heavy wooden doors. There are two symbols intricately carved on each. One has the unmistakeable sign of Pelor as you touch your hand on it the words come out your mouth without thought “"I am merciful, just as the Sun of Mercy shines on me." The other a skull and scythe. Make an Intelligence check with advantage. It is the symbol of Nerull; God of Death, Darkness and Murder. You touch this symbol and again speak words not your own “I will be rewarded for acts of murder, for every living thing is an abomination in the eyes of the Reaper”. A familiar voice says “Ulrich, every man has their ideals tested. It is that test that separates the good men from the great”. Loremaster Idorhaah’s words echo in your thoughts. You dream no more this night." Finally as Corsarov sat in his trance like state conserving his energy elsewhere in the town of Oakenhost, the village our heroes recently saved from a Hobgoblin raid, a young buxom peasant woman is violently sick for the third morning in a row... On landing in Loch Modan, Icingdeath showed his disapproval in the party using a dragon stone to summon him, outing the dragons to the Barbarian horde. A tense conversation led to the party handing over two of the remaining 3 stones. Before leaving he pointed out directions to both the village of Strong Oak (Ulrichs home) and the Dwarven capital; Ironforge. The party chose to head to Strong Oak, however they were ambushed by a Remorhaz on route. In a brutal fight Potato launched the party's wagon at the huge monstrosity damaging it and destroying the wagon in the process. Both Greg Ulrich and Leek were swallowed by the Remorhaz, the wizard necotising the creatures insides leading to the Dire Wolf and himself being projectile vomited from the monstrosity. After the Remorhaz dived back underground the party pursued it. Eventually Ulrich was swallowed and vanquished the monstrosity, slicing his way out from inside. The party then made there way to Strong Oak. Something was not right. The villagers were holed up in a newly built Church, most of the town are there as a man at the front reads from a scroll: “The water is his blood, we drink to let him enter us, fill us full of his light. The chosen have departed to welcome our lord on his arrival…Oh visitors? Have you come to praise him? To drink his water and let him in?". The party found little help from the villagers and decided to make their way to Ironforge. On entering the huge Dwarven capital the party decided it was time to let their hair down a little with shopping, a visit to a tavern and satisfying some more base desires... Greg shit himself. An Elven whore cleaned him up. Ulrich danced with Jacob and some Pirates who were heading for Aln in "The Broken Barrel" tavern. Potato pulled off a 32,000 gold property deal using a filthy child's doll (belonging to Daisy Perrin) as a bargaining chip. Corasrov unearthed several rumors around the town, like Strong Oak something was not right here either. The party found evidence upstairs in "The Broken Barrel" that cultists from Strong Oak had been here and had unearthed something ancient beneath the mountain. It was here the party also discovered an Aboleth Egg, however they had not realised what it was and as they made their way deeper into the mines below Ironforge, it began to influence their minds. Stranger whispers. illusionary oozes. Deeper into the mines they went. Potato uncovered an ancient warhorn before a Kobold Ambush backfired on the diminutive mine dwellers. After some diplomacy the party convinced the Kobold Shaman to provide back up against the human cultists and whatever dwelt at the base of the mountain. What dwelt there was an Aboleth. The party was diseased, enslaved and battered with tentacles. The Kobolds were wiped out but eventually the abomination was defeated. Standing knee deep in putrid water as the death spasms of their foe echoed through the cave, what would happen next to our heroes?
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