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Craig m4c8 [Winter Comes Early]
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Ant Brooks [Winter Comes Early]
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 Kord, God of Storms and Lord of Battles, hear my prayers:
-On the way to Estenwold, we passed an abandoned village.  We met there with Tavius, who told us we were to take a warning to the centaurs.
+My companions are a musician, a hobbit, a woodsman, and an astrologer.  The musician, Petru, is a creature of shadows, and leads the group.  His tongue is greasier than the pig’s fat I put in my crest, a useful skill in a leader, particularly when we met the centaur leader.  He is however indecisive in battle, whilst this would concern many, I have the courage to fearlessly charge the enemy no matter the risks .  The hobbit, Ubu, is some kind of Knight of Sehanine, a comrade of faith, and one of much courage for his size.   He is several inches shorter than me, and was the butt of several of Petru’s short jokes.  The woodsman, or more accurately woodswoman Stoella, has the look of a cat about her, and is very useful to have in a fight.  The astronomer Zulak, who gets his magicks from the stars, spent most of our time together complaining about the dirt or slime soiling his fine silks.  He is a bit squishy in melee combat, however despite this, the poof’s attacks caused much havoc from afar.  Then there is the walking suit of plate.  Is his name clunk? or is that just the sound he makes?
+From Lockenport we made our way to Estenwold, to an abandoned village where the Irregulars have set up a field office.  Here we met there with Tavius, who told us we were to take a warning to the centaurs.
 In the Estenwold, we were attacked by death hounds. You, Lord of Battles, guided my axe whilst I quickly despatched the death hounds, meanwhile the weaker members of our party were attacked by some fell undead horrors, purported reapers, and some mist that sucked the very life force from us.  With faith in you, I helped the team overcome these evil undead fiends.
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 Kord, may you grant me the courage to face all foes, the strength of arms to cleave them, and let me to prove your might in battle and win glory and renown in your name.
+[XP awarded 2011-11-17]
 ==== Winter Comes Early ====
 Kord, God of Storms and Lord of Battles, hear my prayers:
-Tavius has moved the Estenwold field office in the Glistening Hills, preventing the rift from reopening.  Without even a days rest, Tavius sent us to investigate a strange circle of snow and ice.  I was filled with gratitude for this must mean the opportunity to face further foes in battle.
+Tavius has moved the Estenwold field office in the Glistening Hills, preventing the rift from reopening.  Without even a days rest, Tavius sent us to investigate a strange circle of snow and ice.  I was filled with gratitude for this must mean the opportunity to face further foes in battle.  The walking plate mail was battling with rust, and the lioness woodsman was suffering from some infection from the Glistening Hills, whilst the fop half-elf was off on some errand, so they would not be able to investigate this strange frost.  To make a full complement we were joined by three new companions: a human wizard, an elf archer and a hypnotist (there is something dark and sinister about him, that I just cannot place. I will have to watch this fellow carefully).  Counting myself, the hobbit knight and our leader the musician, this made a team of six Irregulars.
+After a short trek, we were in the mysterious snow circle and came upon a pair of yetis.  I recognised these viscous snow beasts from the Windsbitter Plateau and quickly set upon them.  With a screeching howl, they called the other yetis in the area… I have slain many of these foul beasts today.
+In the centre of the snow we found a cave leading to a portal to the Fey Realm, where we learnt of a dispute between the Frost Prince and the Lady of the Feywild. Our leader, the musician Petru decided that we needed an audience with the Lady at the Court of the Winds.  After much reluctance, I was dragged into some silly performance, which nevertheless managed to managed to impress the Lord and Lady of the Feywilds,  Why this was so, Kord of Storms, Lord of Battles, I will never understand!  In order to end the frost in both Cormack Island, as well as the Feywilds, we were sent to go and fetch some vegetable from a bog hag.
+On our march to the bog, Kord, we came across a mighty frost giant, so tall that he towered above the treetops.  The rest of the group was filled with fear, and fled into the forest.  Lord of Battles, please forgive me, for I could not decide whether to flee the giant as Petru our leader instructed, or to face my own death in combat, and so I just stood motionless.  It appeared at first that the frost giant had been distracted by some noise in the woods, but then he turned, and started coming my way.  And then, to my shame Kord, my courage fled me, and I tried to hide in the dirt!  With a whistling sound, I heard the giant’s massive axe descend.  I had not faced my death with courage, and knew I would be doomed to wander the world as a restless spirit, a failure to my faith.  And with this dread thought, everything went dark.
+I woke to find myself in a different part of the forest, with the giant gone.  O Lord of Battles, I grovel before you in thanks, your humble servant that failed you, for I know that it was by you hand that I was saved; that you have given me a second chance.  And with this second chance I have found courage, courage to face whatever battles may come my way, and to face my own death.
+On obtaining the vegetable from the hag, and filling it at the weeping willow, we returned to the portal, to find it guarded by a white dragon!  Again, my companions lacked courage, but I had found faith! And so I went forward boldly to face the dragon.  I hacked and hacked at the tough scale hide of the dragon, and suffered many near fatal wounds, but continued the fight with courage.  My companions saw my courage, and that my axe could damage the foul wyrm, and so they joined me in the fight.  As I was about to pass out from lack of blood, the hobbit stepped in and with a final cut, the dragon died.  Although Ubu has made the final cut, I knew that it was my courage, and the sustained damage from my axe, that I had allowed the wyrm to be slain.  Lord, it is through this second chance that you have granted me that I can now call myself Xavorin Dragonslayer.
+And with the slaying of the dragon, and the closing of the portal, we returned to our world (the hobbit with some help from the Fey), having brought reprieve from the frost. And I, your faithful servant Xavorin, have found new courage through the boon that you have granted me.
-Kord, may you grant me the courage to face all foes, the strength of arms to cleave them, and let me to prove your might in battle and win glory and renown in your name.
+Kord, may you always, always, grant me the courage to face all foes, the strength of arms to cleave them, and let me to prove your might in battle and win glory and renown in your name.
+==== Deeper into the Pit ====
+Kord, God of Storms and Lord of Battles, hear my prayers:
+We are the second team of Irregulars to enter the Pit today, a great opportunity for me to win glory since it has been closed for many decades. The mission briefing carried a severe warning, and I prayed that this may be the chance for me to find eternal rest from the torture of this life.  The irregulars that made up this team were mostly new to me; a fellow Dwarf called Angus, Brother Eckhardt a priest who prays by gambling... grmph... and two elemental beings: Sha'kar and Ignus.
+We descended bravely into the pit, following the path of the previous team of irregulars, passed some thombs where you, Kord spoke to me, and I was certain that my destiny lay.  Brother Eckhardt refused to allow me to separate from the team, and I followed the commands of the company's leader.
+Further down the Pit we encountered two varieties of giant spider. These beasts were easily slain, and will pose no further threat to good peoples.
+We arrived at the Jaws, and then spent many hours wandering the caverns looking for Queen Isathrain's Staff, the magical staff we had been sent to recover, without finding any clues to the items whereabouts. At some point we noticed that we were being followed. Kord, in your name, I was ready to smite these mutant denizens, but Brother Eckhardt stayed my hand. After exchange of food... juggh...we determined that the creature was friendly. There is wisdom from Brother Eckhardt in not judging a creature by its appearance...
+We followed the mutant back to its lair, were we learned from their leader, a multi -tentacled imbiceil, that it knew where the staff was. In exchange for this information we would need to eliminate its enemies. These enemies turned out to be Grell, aberant creatures that looked like a floating brain with tentacles, which were busy performing some ghastly ritual. (The mutant leader would later tell us he had in fact thrown the staff deeper into the pit.)
+I charged into battle with the Grell, my faith in you Lord of Battles guiding my axe.  I bravely went straight for their leader.   The psychic powers of the Grell leader left my companions paralysed, but my will remained firm, and my arm strong, and I continued to hack at the leader, until I was finally able to slay it single-handedly. I quickly assisted my companions with the slaying of two further Grell, at which point the final Grell fled.  On defeating the Grell, we rested and healed, and Brother Edckhardt decided that we should return to the guild with word of the Staff's location.  On the return trip up the Pit, I could again feel my destiny calling.
+We stopped at the tombs to find the mummified corpse of a dwarf... may his soul journey through caverns filled with gold... Here we were attacked by a giant vampiric creature.  I lost my wits for a brief moment and climbed into one of the coffins.  But then Lord of Battles, I felt your hand on my heart, and my resolve returned. Holding up the Sword and Bolt, I went forth with your courage guiding me, and the radience of my faith shone against the darkness of the undead fiend.  With the radiance of the gods, we were quickly able to slay the vampiric giant; your might, shining brightest of all.  It was clear that we had not permanently destroyed the fiend, and that we would need to return to deal with it properly.
+So Lord, I live to fight another day…
+Kord, may you always, always, grant me the courage to face all foes, the strength of arms to cleave them, and let me prove your might in battle and win glory and renown in your name.
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 Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds\\
 Gauntlets of Blood (heroic tier)\\
+**Xavorin Aldriksson**, level 8\\
+{{:xavorinl8.dnd4e|}}
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