Kyio’lul’s Journal: Son of a Lich

Greetings Geeks!

By the time we finished the last session it had been about 6 months since we started Dark Sun.  We ran into some issues during Paragon Tier play, namely the length of the encounters and trying to keep the game moving while still having challenging combats. Our DM did his best to keep things moving, but, finding a nice plot exit looming ahead, we decided to switch DMs for the next 6 months or so and give the D&D Playtest a chance. So this session is the last journal entry you’ll likely see for a while.

The party, having split up during the last session left Kyio’lul behind and headed forward on their own, into unknown danger. They found the city of Freedom and met with the leader, enjoying a peaceful night waiting for Kyio to turn up. During the night, the raiders attacked and the party split up further to defend the walls. The trainees (minions) were sent off to hold the gate, while the PCs fought to push back the flood of raiders coming through the breech in the palisade. This made for an interesting few encounters as the DM let Heri’s player and myself battle as monsters against the party members. We were both sad that we were unable to kill a single party member, try as we might. Kyio’lul and Heri arrived midway during the final battle against Athos in time to help save the day and share in the fate of the rest of the group.

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Year of the Sky’s Radiance, in the 191st King’s Age
High Sun
9th Day of Sorrow (323)

Sim,

The last few days have been extremely exciting and dangerous to say the least. The party grew restless with my slow pace and insistance to enjoy each meal and left me behind in the desert. This bothered me not, as it made Raeten reporting back to me that much eaiser. Finding the city of Kleb in ruins, having been attacked by raiders,  Raeten slipped past the party and returned to me with the news. His intel suggested that the raiding party would attack Freedom next, so I sent him ahead to scout the raiders and gather intel. Meanwhile, I waited for Heri to catch up and forced my will upon the captured tembo.

Heri caught up with me the next day and we rode the tembo to make better time. Raeten returned saying the raiders were on the move and were being led by none other than Escy’s former master, Athos. We arrived in the midst of battle, fighting our way through atop the mighty and ferocious beast as the party was doing battle with the man himself. We arrived in a very dramatic fashion, swooping in to the rescue as our guild was on the defensive. But he was no man, having made some sort of necromantic deal with one of the sorcerer kings he was turned into a lichling, and we had to slay him twice before he was finished. I wish I could tell you more of the battle, but everything happened so fast, and what happened afterward really did a number on my head.

The second time we slew him (which I found out afterward was the third time), a talisman he was wearing around his neck floated above his body and exploded with a blinding flash, rendering us all unconscious.  We awoke in a strange land, green with thick living grass. Several dwarves came upon us, speaking a strange dialect of common that even I had a hard time understanding. Having watched us seemingly appear out of thin air, they were apprehensive to say the least. Uncertain as to our situation and our location, we thought it best to play nice until we had better information. We surrendered (most) of our weapons and allowed them to take us as “honored guests,” or as I call them, prisoners.

We have been locked in the dungeon for over a day, I thought I would take the time to catch you up on what has happened. In the event that I do not survive and that through some cosmic turn of events this journal shall find you I wanted you to know that I have not stopped thinking about you since I last saw you. If I survive this place and somehow manage to find my way home, I will use every ounce of energy and call in every favor to find you and we can finally live the life that I have wanted for us.

Forever yours,

-Kyio’lul