Temple of...AHH GHOST!!:Par'Tang Kobold Ranger 4: First

   Some humans person handed Par'Tang a book and told Par'Tang to write anything Par'Tang wanted to. So Par'Tang decide to write Par'Tangs experiences since getting to town. Par'Tang was just minding his own business when some rude humans person grabbed up Par'Tang saying something about how all kobolds should just die. While par'Tang was being tied up another humans person with a shiny badge on his (Par'Tang thinks Male, sometimes Par'Tang not sure) jacket helped save Par'Tang. Several days later and Par'Tang decides to join the shiny badge people. They welcome Par'Tang cause Par'Tang is willing to do anything that allows humans persons to like Par'Tang. Par'Tang wont get into details but Par'Tang spends two moons cleaning and doing the, what Par'Tang refers to as slave labor, while Par'Tang trains to become a shiny badge carrier. And then Par'Tang finally gets his chance and impresses the Big shiny badge man. Par'Tang was really weak when Par'Tang first came to this town of Hommet? Hommell? Hommant? Par'Tang just call Cold town. So Par'Tang is happy when Big shiny badge man think Par'Tang strong enough to do the job. No more cleaning for Par'Tang.

   Several days later Par'Tang finds white shaggy dog all alone in ally. Par'Tang takes pity on the mutt and feeds and cleans the dog up. Par'Tang is only 2 half tall, the dog is a big dog. Par'Tang takes to training the dog like a mount so Par,Tang thinks this is a good idea, maybe Par'tang can keep up with the mounted Badge humans.

   Par'Tang has been walking the streets for a long time now to keep the peace, but its hard, humans persons don't like kobold. A fire happens at some important building, Par'Tang runs over to where its going on and meets up with fellow shiny badge holders. Only to be thrust into this random adventurer party. Par'Tang is not really welcome as they will not let Par'Tang take on any responsibility like night watch. Par'Tang thinks big shiny badge man was wrong to make Par'Tang accompany these adventurers. Soon as they are ready Par'Tang and the rest of them head out. Par'Tang finds out were going to the Temple of Evil -shiver-, just thinking about going there gives Par'Tang chills.

   It's foggy, freezing and snowing when the party leaves. Par'Tang rides trusty war dog, Butt Warmer, and takes point. Night approaches uneventfully after the first 8 hours of riding, Par'Tang's butt is sore. Never has Par'Tang ridden so long. The first night Par'Tang volunteers to take first watch, but they have a creepy thing that doesn't sleep take watch all night. It doesn't do a very good job cause Par'Tang suddenly wakes up with Acid all over his body and his Butt Warmer is critically injured. But Par'Tang pulls through and has a sudden Idea, Maybe Par'Tang can train one of these giant beetle looking things like Par'Tang did Par'Tang's Butt Warmer. No, Par'Tang now knows that was a bad idea and will not put it in Par'Tangs book in-case someone reads it. Many days and nights and Fights Pass, and at some point it stopped snowing and cleared up, by till we get to a town called Nulb (Par'Tang thinks this is a dumb name). It is creepy dark and doesn't get bright in the day, Par'Tang happy that day no longer hurts Par'Tang's eyes. What does Par'Tangs new friends first think is a good idea? They scout inside the town. Par'Tang thinks we should just scout through town, but someone says yolo and enters the 'best looking' building and Par'Tang encounters something that gives Par'Tang quite a fright. Par'Tang goes upstairs and finds things floating and spinning around the room. Then black smokey thing attacks Par'Tang as Par'Tang retreats down the stairs. All of Par'Tangs training means nothing. Par'Tang can't hurt either of these things. Cleric humans person destroys them with his mighty chanting. Par'Tang Finds shiny earrings after fight. Some kind of Discussion takes place and Par'Tang finds Par'Tang's self riding Par'Tang's Butt Warmer through a shimmering portal of scaryness back to Cold Town. Par'Tang is going to stop writing now.

Return to the temple of Bitches : ECL 4 Eladrin 4 Azoquel Entry #1

     It was Waterday, the 25th of Suneebb when I was summoned to join your clan. They were alone... in the darkness, their cleric had gone astray and no healing magic was to be had. Leeless knelt down secretly when no one was looking and prayed to the Gods for a miracle. That's when I got the letter. Someone down in an outer realm needed help... Damn, I thought I could at least make it though this Netflix series before I had to go to work. Nonetheless, I put on my work clothes, a hefty 31 points between my Masterwork studded leather armor, Masterworks greatsword and the very trusty Colt .45, it is a lot to carry, especially for someone who thought they would be spending the day watching Netflix. 
     So, a little about me, it is hard, especially at parties. I am an Intersex Ghale. I don"t sleep, I don't eat. I pretty much get put at guard so the the rest of my team can give me a blasting migraine with their constant snoring and mumbling in their sleep...don't even get me started on the flatulence. I wish to retrace my journeys thus far with them although the memories seem a bit foggy. What a group of simpleton I have landed upon for this time.
     OK so here is how I found myself...Darkness. Really??? Neither of you had a candle or anything? Think people! So there we were in the ass of some God, at the bottom end. Magically you asked to go up the there we were. You ate magical fruit from the God who previously had trapped you in it's ass without question. I have my piece and am still holding onto it, watching if anything suspicious happens to either of you before I partake. 
     After the darkness all I really remember was riding on the back of a cart driven by two horses with one horse following behind. The snow on the ground drew a lot of my attention for the drive and I don't remember much until we arrived at the town of Homlett and the "Welcome Wench" a local tavern and Inn. Here it was we stabled our horses and left the incapacitated ranger within the local stable aside from the inn. W all tried to get Leeless to stay behind but he insisted and we gave in. This was our undoing, the damn fool is unstable or something. Why always with the interrogations or torture? Why can't he understand sometimes you just need to be nice. Gil and Mithyl get it they wanted to leave him in the stable with the mage but nope a tavern was to be has and him with his drinking and all insisted to come with us. That was a mistake.
     So anyway, after talking to the barkeep and trying to talk with the bard we got nothing so after a meal and me sneaking a loaf of bread into my pack we headed for our room. It was a simple room, two beeds, two chests and a chair and table with a window facing toward the snow covered street. After stuffing Gil into one of the chests Leeless and Mithyl went to the beds and me...on watch. I heard them snore and watched them drool, exhausted from our former journey. Some of them said things in their sleep which I wish not to repeat. Then a noise, 
like footsteps approaching...I listened on at the distance no far down the hallway, someone is coming.
     Before I could wake the others they were there at the door, the barkeep we had spoken with who rented us our room and another soul in the hallway, covered by her greatness and grandeur. It didn't start off well but ended in blood and we escaped and they lay dead. After arguing what to do next we stuffed their bodies in the chest, searched the Inn and headed into the cold, we didn't know where the hell we were going because no one had thought to buy a map. These tales I will give you later because we basically walked in a fucking circle. I mean damn it's 27 degrees outside and we are walking in a motherfucking circle because no one bought a fucking map. 
     After discovering our mage and horses were gone we somehow ended up at a flour mill. It was on fire. This was our one lead to the cult which knew about the creepy fruit giving God and they weren't talking. Instead they were involved in the basement in some incantation which we interrupted. After a questionable outcome we slayed them, although I had to drop my Colt in the process, remind me to go back for that if you can. We all made it out alive and they fell... what to happen next? No idea. I do know one thing, write this down or grab a map for soon perhaps that voice which towers in the heavens may soon stop telling you answers or... buy a map. 
     In no particular order...
#4 Welcome Wench Inn
#20 Waynright (wheel shop)
#16 Old town hall 
#8 tailor
#7 weavers
#6 old trading post
#3 church of St. Comfort
# 2 temple of Paylor
#1 temple of Alana
#10 brewery
#19 Telnas kitchen (catering)
#11 teamster (wagon, horses, stabling)
#14 the sage (researcher)
#25 potions and elixers
#15 scroll maker
#24 milk market
#9 stables
#23 shergans earthenware
#5 Tarigans (Inn)
#22 potter

      Excuse me for any misspellings but my common languages are celestial, infernal and draconic. Of course, I understand all when spoken, as I possess tongues, yet my writing is not so great. I hope to see what comes of this journey. Leeless spoke of dragons in his sleep. The future may yet be entertaining.

Return to the temple of evil ECL 4: Factoteum 1, Duskblade 3 ,Entry#4

After a period of rest and befre being teleported upstairs by the big black shaft of Therizdun, the cleric and barbarian dissipated in a cloud of prayer leaving behind a seemingly , like myself factotum goblin and a ghaele of female appearance(planes knowledge). Whatever !  We headed back to town  on our carriage while it snowed in about 8 and a half hours to the inn indicated by the troglodyte that i thoroughly inquisitated.

I was going t play slick and ask the tavern wench that i knew was part of the cult and trying  to join it. She acted like she didn't know what i was talking about and proceeded t serve us food.Along with a little history of the town and Therizden. So we went ahead and rented a room with the party a little shaken up by my abrupt performance. The angel kept watch and woke all of our asses up when the bartender wench tried to attack us. After a quick skirmish i was pissed off at her and prepared for my inquisitional methods that 3/4 were alright with. With a good bit of info squeezed out of her and general consensus that she should be put down for her treason and especial rudeness after spitting on me I back handed her soul to my grand father's army for that disrespect.Extremely pissed after what i would consider a near betrayal for my amicable initial actions towards my inquiry towards her cult i was in a rage. A rage of blood lust wanting to butcher the rest of her cult for making me waste my time at pleasantries and in trying to kill me.  After that we went to bed , after searching the half ass deserted town, b/c it was winter. While I was raging.

The next morning the flour mill was on fire and no one still came in to this inn. Must be known for its ill repute of acolyte or weird shit going on! We rushed over there to see what remaining evidence we could find and found a cellar door. That well... lead us to the rest of the gang including what i assume was the boss with his bodyguard and old grisly looking self. With our angel ally with odd fire technology  and wizard we quickly overtook em. So now would I honor the wombat and our quest's goal by beginning the inquisition on the master to find out more about this cult as well as to what would occur when/how i summon this legendary fiend.

Praise be to the Wombat for the fruit he has come bearing for my anger towards his/my foes. And as to how he delivered them unto my hands so that i may bloody them for his glory and the edification of my knowledge nyaaaahaha.

Return to the temple of elemental evil ECL 4: 1 factoteum 3 duskblade Biography

I am Icelus the 3rd ,23 years into eternity of maroon pigmentation and brownish gold iris. Back home on a faraway land where the undead with minds of their own able to understand and live properly among the living  are a common .I am also known as the scholar of Blight, Passe Partout, or the Baron's prodiger (prodigy).

Since I was made a bastard at early age my Great grandfather decided to take me to the castle in the middle of the necropolis high castle and began my initiation into a great being(since i don't plan to be a mortal man forever ).After many years of studying arcane , weirds, fighting style ,religion ,strategy and the planes under the high councils of my family or friends of they felt that it was time for me to begin the right of Ascendance unto the council/hierarch of my not so gloomy above ground city of the necropolis where both living and undead live in harmony(more or less) .To attain a high rank of undeath (death knight, Lich, Elder vampire) or highly organized monarchy of undeath is considered an honor, Prowess of battle and knowledge; a testament that you've accumulated much desirable battle experience in the eyes of a deity, knowledge from your dome, and lived out many years into the eternity to tell the tales of past ages and to be a patr/matriarch blessing to the younger mortal souls. As well as to boss them around , including the newly undead.

My 3 Generations back, great grandfather Icelus (AKA Baron SaviorSelf) the first succeeded in his adventure of serving Hextor , being his paladin of tyranny and became a death knight as a reward to serve him and to teach others of Hextor's ways as well as the Wombat's. Our personal family God (Wombat) . Through many feats and dastardly extravagant acts of ruthlessness and gentlemen like brutality he earned that nickname of Baron SaviorSelf.

I 've studied under him for years as well as many other patriarch/matriarch of our society. To ultimately become one with eternity and rise to their ranks. But of course to join the council/ high tribunal in our land the adventurer seeking everlasting life/ knowledge of the hereafter must bring back gifts/knowledge/ craft / or sizable army might back to please the council . To be deemed a great discovery / find to add great value to the city or its culture of foreign land. To one day amass enough forces to march onto other territories or even country and realms of existence to spread the gospel of undeath, communism , and THE WOMBAT.

The wombat's stare discern truth, its claws  are mighty to tear through space and time itself for whatever thing/ being it searches for  , its teeth war and domination of all who falls prey to its bite, its fur knowledge of weaving of the everlasting caress of eternity and know when to be diplomatic , its pouch a soft reminder of its warmth to its own or inferno to those who betray it. All of it's enemies face shall be torn off as trophies and put in its pouch to be shown to all of those who dare cross the mighty wombat's decision or path. And reminder that a WOMBAT IS a killing machine .With a soft side for those that subjugate themselves to it. If not, the children of its victim shall be tossed into the blood that drips from his trophies faces' and be ever forgotten in their own ruination and foolishness for not following the wombat or seceding way to his will .I am not nearly as ruthless as the rest of my peers nor do i YET see the need for such brutality on others ,I consider lesser or even enslaving. Unless enemies of course. The last few paragraphs I believe are metaphorical, though my peers tell me to take it all to heart. Trust me I take the Wombat very seriously as I thank him every day for its renewing grace given strength and protecting pouch it has covered on me; it's just that such annihilation is overkill in most cases.

Anyhow my last 2 male family members have failed (father included)while my grandma is still questing and my mother has succeeded, I believe i have some siblings though i have a few half related. Since once on the council all sorts of pleasures are now made legal and made light of since they have forever to fool around. This goes w/o saying that there is death within my blood. A lot of high hopes have been placed from my peers expecting for me to come back with the knowledge of the ages or as/with a destructive force nt seen since Baron SaviorSELF(he cultivates the souls of the deceased family members to either put in his blade or to reawaken them to walk the death parade to invade another place alongside him) or Dracula.

That is why with all the rumors around this place I found myself under the bed searching for a source of great power to unearth either to impart imto me or as a testament to bring back home.Possibly I could even become a death knight prior to coming home or utterly transcended.

Return to the temple of elemental evil ECL 4: 1 factoteum 3 duskblade, entry # 3

After clearing out the cockatrices and clearing most of the dungeon while trying to play Coombaya with a drum and chimes trying to open the obelisk basin , an adventurer who didn't last long enough to remember the name appeared.

He came with us onto the platform where all 5 of us fit until we hit a black shaft pillars into a long dark cavern. The pillar seemed to have drained the half orc trying t walk across it, trying to get onto another life. This new addition very unwise to him and jeopardizing the whole party, jumped over 10 feet onto the lift throwing trustee Grom off the 2nd lift into the dark abyss below. Dammm!!! We all exclaimed a drell came out of nowhere trying to get cuddly with our new clumsy ass addition. We all decided to hurry along the second lift w/o taking much precautions in hope to arrive early enough to save our friend thrown off below. Drastic measures where taken and we let go off the lift with our combined weight on it and trying toi muster or accumulated drained strength halt the rope. Next thing I remember was the sweet melody of the dark where I saw one of my oldest relative Baron SaviorSelf reach his dreaded blighted fingers of the grave from high on top of a spectral steed saying come here and join us on our death parade. Thinking I grabbed his hand instead it was the cleric's who I guess healed me to fighting strength again but with a shit ton of broken things i could feel. Along with a nefarious figure trying to swallow a position of flight  I believe. Well that wasn't happening so I tripped his ass then proceed to knock his ass into the my great relatives death parade.

Seemingly everyone was fine but the new guy who lead us into his dangerous and ridiculous predicament in the first place. I call that poetic justice. And with the clerics rite send buried him .
I don't think great relative will invite him to join the death parade/death march since he would be too clumsy to march to the drummer's beat, you could say that he hops to the beat of his own demise .Hahaha.

Thank the Wombat that he has given me such a competent ally as this cleric to save the day , and that you have not yet abandoned me Oh Great Wombat who keeps me and my ancestor cozy and saint with the fur of protection and pelt of knowledge.