Well, many things have changed since I last wrote. I shall try to get as
much in as I can but some are for a future story. I would tell you how my
last days in Black Burrow went, but they past much like any other. Only
difference was that Laowen and I began hunting the Commander himself.
Rumor's were abound of another Refugee somwhere in the Burrow, only it was
a Commander of the Splitpaw's and not the Sabertooth's. It was he that we
hunted. The battle's were indeed the bloodiest of all that we had been in.
I'd tell you about it, but it's time to move on, for my writings need to
catch up with my current activities.
I am preparing to leave Highpass Hold soon. I am sitting in the safety of a rented room in Highkeep, outside in the pass the Orc's have been stirred into a frenzy and many people have fallen victim to their brutal attacks. Laowen has moved on to the Lake of Ill Omen and I wish to join him soon, but first I must return to Black Burrow once again, for my brother, Krog requires my assistance. I had spent quite a bit of time in Highpass collecting chain armor for him off the Gnolls that I killed here. It didn't take me long to get the pieces to him. Tunare bless the big oaf for he isn't as stupid as I thought, he left me a bag with a full stack of bat wings. However, my return journey is for another story. Therefore, back to where I had left off last time.
Laowen and I made our plans to leave the Qeynos area the night before we would. Thehealer was anxious to see us and waited near the Aviak village in the southern plains of the Karana's. I was at my fifteenth season, as was he, and she. Well, she never did tell anyone how old she was when she grouped with people in the Karana's and so fell in with groups older then her, pulling things that advanced her quickly on in her seasons. She was in her seventeenth and nearing her eighteenth when we left.
After visiting Sneed in town and stocking up on plenty of food and drink we set out very early in the morning, for I didn't want to cross the western expanse of the Karana's at night. Thankfully, Tunare had recently blessed me at my fourteenth season with a special gift, the Spirit of the Wolf. By casting this on any other or me it would greatly speed us on our way. However, we took a wrong turn in the early morning hours since it was still dark. I had missed the second marker along the road pointing the way to Highpass, which was the road we had wanted. It was light by the time we found our way back and took the correct road. We arrived at the gypsies in the northern plains of the Karana's just in time for a short break and some lunch. While I sat and played with a beautiful wolf that I had befriended Laowen went around and flirted with the gypsies. But eventually I turned the wolf loose and we continued onward.
When we got to those four massive spires by the bridge Laowen again had to stop just for the view, he was awed by the sight and even ran to the top of the bridge tower. We spent just about an hour checking things out then crossed the bridge into the southern plains. This time I avoided the ruins where I had been jumped the last time I came out here. Thehealer had not arrived yet but I had sent her messages, the night before telling her of our plans, which were to first go to the Lake in the Rathe Mountains. People spoke of an arena there that was safe to bind oneself. Being a Druid, I could freely bind myself anywhere I chose to, but Laowen could not. So I had to get him bound in case he died.
I had only been to this lake once, one that some called Rathetear, other just plain, Lake Rathe. Fortunatly I had some general idea of where I needed to go. We managed to sneak by the Gnolls and Undead that guarded the dock, boarded a dingy and started rowing. The dingy was slow and when we caught sight of the other shore line we jumped and swam the rest of the way in. This is where the scariest moment in my life occurred.
We asked someone sitting in a cave on the top of a hill if we were at the arena, she said it was inside the cave. I thank her and we went in. But then suddenly without any warning, just before I entered the arena everything went pitch black. I felt as though I had actually died, and not in the normal way where one is resurrected at a bind point. I tried in vain to return to the waking world, but could not. It would seem that I was forever lost to the world of Norrath.
Then I felt my consciousness slipping into another body, a new one it would seem that spawned back in Surefall Glade. After running out into the hills this "new" person sent messages; first to Laowen to appraise him of my plight and then to my good friend Buddhisatva, for advice. The monk said one thing, petition. This "new" person would have to beseech the aid of the God Masters themselves on my behalf, but they never responded. I could tell he tried hard to find one but instead fell into contact with a Guide of Norrath. This Guide explained the God Masters were not available at the time and their aid would have to be sought the next day.
Ironically, my brother Krog managed to eventually make contact with them the next day. He even advanced a season while waiting. But eventually a God Master named Nicolah did contact him, gave him advice and not too long after that I was suddenly returned to Norrath with a poof! It would seem that somehow I had been "stuck" between the Lake and the Arena, whatever that means. All I know is that the God Master had instructed Krog to … ah, well. I guess the best way to put it was that he was told to destroy both the Lake and the Arena. I have no idea how such an act could have been accomplished though I feel as though it must have been done in some other world. Perhaps this same world that I feel myself slipping to when I camp for the night. But it was done nevertheless and the next time I tried to return to Norrath the Lake and Arena were mysteriously rebuilt and I arrived in the Arena.
I rejoiced, cried out so that all in the Lake could hear my joy and then climbed to the highest point I could outside the Arena and sat there for a long while, looking out over the lake. Eventually I sent a messages to Buddhisatva who was glad to hear of my return, and then another message to Laowen, who had found his way back to the plains in Northern Karana. I guess the big stone bridge and the giant Spires appealed to him. Thehealer was no where to be found so I ran off to join Lao.
We spent days after hunting in the lands around those spires. Soon the Thehealer returned, happy to hear of how close we were and ran back up to join us, she and I talked a lot over those days. The three of us hunted the giant beetles that roamed the lands here and even a Griffawn or two, we had a couple others in our group every now and then, which helped. But as the days went by Laowen soon grew bored of the area. Thehealer was in the lands across the bridge and we decided to join her. She said she had something wonderful to show us. So, at the end of the bridge our group sat while Lao and a Warrior hunted prey to pull back to us. Thehealer poked me from behind and when I turned she was floating. Someone had given her a Levitate I thought. But then she showed me a magical cloak she had found in the Gnoll den known as Infected Paw, the lair of the Split Paw's themselves. It was truly a magical cloak for it gave the wearer infinite charges of Levitate! We hugged each otherin greeting and talked for a moment and when I turned around I saw a Dark Elf standing right in front of me, all clad in shiny, yet scary golden armor. He held the most magnificent sword I had ever seen, and it glowed brightly. But there was something unusual about this Dark Elf. I knew his name.
Nicolah.
But that couldn't be, for this Dark Elf's name floated bright blue above his head, just like the rest of us and rumor had it that a God Master's name was green. But sure enough, when I asked my groupmates to confirm the name they all agreed it was Nikolah. We all debated whether this was the God Master that I knew of. Someone hailed him but was ignored. The Dark Elf was just standing there as though he were lost in some other world of thought. I realized that I had never had to chance to thank Nikolah for bringing me back into the world of Norrath and sent this same Dark Elf a message.
"I'm standing right next to you, just turned around and saw you standing there. If your who I think you are then you resurrected me days ago when I was lost from this world and I just wanted to say thanks."
To my utter surprise he replied with a simple, "Your welcome."
My group and I argued over this for a couple minutes and then suddenly, the Dark Elf's name changed from blue to green. Some people grew feared of him and backed away. Others stared in awe at him. It was at that time that I realized that Thehealer had yet to speak a word. Nikolah suddenly went poof and she started crying. He had taken her magic cloak away from her, something about it not being allowed in Norrath anymore and the God Masters had thought they had taken them all away years ago. And to make things worse, in her pouting and fuming she suddenly lost her link to the world of Norrath. Sadly, I never saw nor heard from her again after that. I spent weeks hunting in the lands north of the bridge, in hopes that she would eventually return. Lao had even moved on to Highpass, but still I stayed and hunted the various giant beetles that roamed the lands.
Krog wrote to me one day that he had managed to travel, by himself the whole way, from Oggok to Qeynos. He found the guards there didn't like him very much and had to hire someone to bind him along the city walls far off from the gates. But he went there because he was inspired by my adventures in Black Burrow, and… well, another Ogre had told him that Gnoll meat tasted good. I told him that if he killed enough Gnolls that eventually some of the guards would let him in the city. His journey inspired me and I finally decided to leave the Karana's. It had been weeks since Thehealer vanished and I wanted to move on, it was also about this time that the gypsies in the northern plains announced that they would allow people to be bound to their camp.
The entrance to Highpass was high up on a ridge in the cliffs far in the east of the Karana's. I found Lao on a ledge, fighting… well, what else but Gnolls. We spent a number of days killing these Gnolls and soon he moved on again. I arrived in Highpass one day to find he had sailed to Kunark. He wrote to me about a huge lake he found out there where he was getting rich very quick, it was called Ill Omen.
I thought it a grim name and wondered what it meant but Lao had told me how wonderful it was I decided I would have to go there. I was only in my seventeenth season by then but getting close to my eighteenth. I decided I would go at my twentieth, one season after I get my new circle of spells that included four special ones that would teleport me to four different locations of Norrath.
I received a message from Kargoth one day, he was going to be in the Qeynos area and he knew I had begun to develop an interest in his Guild. He wanted to know if Krog was interested since the big guy was in the same area.. I thought about it and realized the dumb oaf really wouldn't care either way. To him it would just be more people to complain about his hunger to. Tunare forgive me but I swear he never gets enough to eat, even when he has a full stack of food and drink he still wants more! Well, I made my camp for the night and when I returned the next day I learned that Krog had eagerly joined the Guilty Pleasures guild and was quite happy with it.
It was a happy day for me as well. I had finally reached my nineteenth season, got most of my new spells. The group I had joined for that day had hunted a specific Gnoll, one who had a name that I can't remember now except that he had on him a special shield called a Cracked Darkwood and everyone wanted one. When we found the Gnoll and killed him our group leader picked up the shield and told everyone we had to roll our magic dice for it. My dice landed a split second before everyone else's. But then there was silence for about a minute. My dice landed on a perfect one hundred out of a hundred!
"Um." I finally said, "Do you want me to roll that again?"
"No. Just never scene a roll come up like that before." Someone replied and the leader simply handed me the shield while someone else congratulated me. I sent Buddhisatva a message telling him of my prize, he was indeed happy to hear about it. When I told Lao about it he said, "Cool! So you coming out here yet?" I laughed at him, told him to give me a few more days. I was still unable to afford all of my new circle of spells. I had obtained all but the teleports. The next day I found myself hunting the Orcs of Highpass for the first time. I didn't like the way the terrain looked around their camp.
We were in a pass between two cliffs. The Orcs kept watch from a ledge high above; they would see us before we would see them. My group had me camouflage them so we could get into position but or Rangers camo wore off too soon and she didn't tell me that she were going to need a new one. The Orcs, three of them, fell upon her in a savage frenzy and beat her down to her knees in a matter of seconds. Our Cleric scrambled onto a nearby boulder to get a better view of the fighting area and healed the Ranger. Then the two warriors we had came charging in yelling and screaming various curses and battle cries. We had an Enchanter too, but he ran behind the boulder to hide. He hadn't had time to meditate and wasn't ready. Then two more Orcs came rampaging around the corner. I turned my attention to them, managed to Root one and our Ranger who crawled out from the fight after the Warriors had taunted the Orcs off her got up and snared the other one.
I called on Tunare to blast the heathen with a careless bolt of lightning and the targeted Orc screeched in pain but the blast also broke the Roots and it charged me down. Then three more came running from another direction. It was clearly a classic ambush and the Orcs had executed it well. My attacker beat me down in seconds. Our warriors had killed one of the three they had, but our Cleric ran out of mana keeping them alive. Our Enchanter fell prey to the three new Orcs who saw him meditating behind the boulder. The Ranger took off running for the Kithicor Forest that was very close by. One of the warriors who wasn't in good shape ran after her. I got beat so bad it killed me, but fortunately I had bound myself in the guardhouse weeks before. After my resurrection I learned my group had fallen into complete disarray. The Ranger and Warrior had made it safely out to the Kithicor Forest, the other Warrior got killed, but he too was bound in the guard house. The Cleric was running for the forest and the Enchanter was killed.
Fortunately the Cleric, who was the group leader made it safely out. The Enchanter however was bound in the northern plains of the Karana's and decided not to return and instead to make his camp for the night rather then travel all the way back. Somehow, I can't seem to remember how though, we all managed to get back together and retrieve our belongings from the Orcs camp, all of us that except for the Enchanter.
The Cleric shouted for more people to join us and soon we had a full group, also by that time another full group was camping the Orcs further up the pass, closer to the guards, which helped us a lot. The fights went smoother and more controlled and we gained a lot of loot out of it. It didn't take long till I reached my twentieth season. After the fight the gods blessed me with an addition to my name, of my own choice. That was when I became Ambrosius. Somehow, though I don't know how I had known of the name from some other world, and knew it to be the name of a great and powerful leader. But that is a completely different story all together, from another time, and from another place, in some far off world…
I chose to advance a good ways towards my next season before journeying to Kunark, least I am killed there so I stayed in Highpass for a few days later. Then one day something totally unexpected happened. I wasn't even planning on doing very much fighting that day, maybe just to visit the merchants in Highkeep, but I received a message from Krog. It seemed he knew of my interest in the Guilty Pleasures guild and was sending the guild leader herself, a powerful Dark Elf named Telexia, out to Highpass to invite me! She met me just outside the guard house. After I had accepted the invite she asked if I could help her find her way out. In my excitement I forgot to ask her where she wanted to go and led her to the wrong exit, back out to the Karana's when she had wanted to get to Kithicor! By the time I managed to get back into Highpass from the Karana's she had already turned around and was finding her own way to Kithicor. I apologized for leading her astray and she waved it off as though it was nothing to her and wished me well. I then thanked her for the invite and decided to go slaughter a few Gnolls. I gained a fair amount of the Chain Armor the Gnolls dropped and realized it would be good armor for Krog. I decided I would give it to him. I had enough loot and money now so I could afford my new teleport spells and decided to set out for Qeynos and give Krog the armor pieces and maybe ask around about the new spells. But I'll save that tale for the next story.
So… here we are, on the verge of my journey to Kunark. I have finally joined Guilty Pleasures and I have yet to regret the decision, Kargoth and Buddhisatva were right, the Guild is indeed fun. Buddhisatva apparently was familiar with Guity Pleasures as his wife knew of Telexia. Also, an… ah, acquaintance of his and Kargoth's, a powerful Mage by the name of Mierta Navarre is also a member of Guilty Pleasures. I have yet to meet him but both Kargoth and Buddhisatva assure me I may soon. I must leave the story here for now… for there are rumors within the guild that tell of War with another…
I am preparing to leave Highpass Hold soon. I am sitting in the safety of a rented room in Highkeep, outside in the pass the Orc's have been stirred into a frenzy and many people have fallen victim to their brutal attacks. Laowen has moved on to the Lake of Ill Omen and I wish to join him soon, but first I must return to Black Burrow once again, for my brother, Krog requires my assistance. I had spent quite a bit of time in Highpass collecting chain armor for him off the Gnolls that I killed here. It didn't take me long to get the pieces to him. Tunare bless the big oaf for he isn't as stupid as I thought, he left me a bag with a full stack of bat wings. However, my return journey is for another story. Therefore, back to where I had left off last time.
Laowen and I made our plans to leave the Qeynos area the night before we would. Thehealer was anxious to see us and waited near the Aviak village in the southern plains of the Karana's. I was at my fifteenth season, as was he, and she. Well, she never did tell anyone how old she was when she grouped with people in the Karana's and so fell in with groups older then her, pulling things that advanced her quickly on in her seasons. She was in her seventeenth and nearing her eighteenth when we left.
After visiting Sneed in town and stocking up on plenty of food and drink we set out very early in the morning, for I didn't want to cross the western expanse of the Karana's at night. Thankfully, Tunare had recently blessed me at my fourteenth season with a special gift, the Spirit of the Wolf. By casting this on any other or me it would greatly speed us on our way. However, we took a wrong turn in the early morning hours since it was still dark. I had missed the second marker along the road pointing the way to Highpass, which was the road we had wanted. It was light by the time we found our way back and took the correct road. We arrived at the gypsies in the northern plains of the Karana's just in time for a short break and some lunch. While I sat and played with a beautiful wolf that I had befriended Laowen went around and flirted with the gypsies. But eventually I turned the wolf loose and we continued onward.
When we got to those four massive spires by the bridge Laowen again had to stop just for the view, he was awed by the sight and even ran to the top of the bridge tower. We spent just about an hour checking things out then crossed the bridge into the southern plains. This time I avoided the ruins where I had been jumped the last time I came out here. Thehealer had not arrived yet but I had sent her messages, the night before telling her of our plans, which were to first go to the Lake in the Rathe Mountains. People spoke of an arena there that was safe to bind oneself. Being a Druid, I could freely bind myself anywhere I chose to, but Laowen could not. So I had to get him bound in case he died.
I had only been to this lake once, one that some called Rathetear, other just plain, Lake Rathe. Fortunatly I had some general idea of where I needed to go. We managed to sneak by the Gnolls and Undead that guarded the dock, boarded a dingy and started rowing. The dingy was slow and when we caught sight of the other shore line we jumped and swam the rest of the way in. This is where the scariest moment in my life occurred.
We asked someone sitting in a cave on the top of a hill if we were at the arena, she said it was inside the cave. I thank her and we went in. But then suddenly without any warning, just before I entered the arena everything went pitch black. I felt as though I had actually died, and not in the normal way where one is resurrected at a bind point. I tried in vain to return to the waking world, but could not. It would seem that I was forever lost to the world of Norrath.
Then I felt my consciousness slipping into another body, a new one it would seem that spawned back in Surefall Glade. After running out into the hills this "new" person sent messages; first to Laowen to appraise him of my plight and then to my good friend Buddhisatva, for advice. The monk said one thing, petition. This "new" person would have to beseech the aid of the God Masters themselves on my behalf, but they never responded. I could tell he tried hard to find one but instead fell into contact with a Guide of Norrath. This Guide explained the God Masters were not available at the time and their aid would have to be sought the next day.
Ironically, my brother Krog managed to eventually make contact with them the next day. He even advanced a season while waiting. But eventually a God Master named Nicolah did contact him, gave him advice and not too long after that I was suddenly returned to Norrath with a poof! It would seem that somehow I had been "stuck" between the Lake and the Arena, whatever that means. All I know is that the God Master had instructed Krog to … ah, well. I guess the best way to put it was that he was told to destroy both the Lake and the Arena. I have no idea how such an act could have been accomplished though I feel as though it must have been done in some other world. Perhaps this same world that I feel myself slipping to when I camp for the night. But it was done nevertheless and the next time I tried to return to Norrath the Lake and Arena were mysteriously rebuilt and I arrived in the Arena.
I rejoiced, cried out so that all in the Lake could hear my joy and then climbed to the highest point I could outside the Arena and sat there for a long while, looking out over the lake. Eventually I sent a messages to Buddhisatva who was glad to hear of my return, and then another message to Laowen, who had found his way back to the plains in Northern Karana. I guess the big stone bridge and the giant Spires appealed to him. Thehealer was no where to be found so I ran off to join Lao.
We spent days after hunting in the lands around those spires. Soon the Thehealer returned, happy to hear of how close we were and ran back up to join us, she and I talked a lot over those days. The three of us hunted the giant beetles that roamed the lands here and even a Griffawn or two, we had a couple others in our group every now and then, which helped. But as the days went by Laowen soon grew bored of the area. Thehealer was in the lands across the bridge and we decided to join her. She said she had something wonderful to show us. So, at the end of the bridge our group sat while Lao and a Warrior hunted prey to pull back to us. Thehealer poked me from behind and when I turned she was floating. Someone had given her a Levitate I thought. But then she showed me a magical cloak she had found in the Gnoll den known as Infected Paw, the lair of the Split Paw's themselves. It was truly a magical cloak for it gave the wearer infinite charges of Levitate! We hugged each otherin greeting and talked for a moment and when I turned around I saw a Dark Elf standing right in front of me, all clad in shiny, yet scary golden armor. He held the most magnificent sword I had ever seen, and it glowed brightly. But there was something unusual about this Dark Elf. I knew his name.
Nicolah.
But that couldn't be, for this Dark Elf's name floated bright blue above his head, just like the rest of us and rumor had it that a God Master's name was green. But sure enough, when I asked my groupmates to confirm the name they all agreed it was Nikolah. We all debated whether this was the God Master that I knew of. Someone hailed him but was ignored. The Dark Elf was just standing there as though he were lost in some other world of thought. I realized that I had never had to chance to thank Nikolah for bringing me back into the world of Norrath and sent this same Dark Elf a message.
"I'm standing right next to you, just turned around and saw you standing there. If your who I think you are then you resurrected me days ago when I was lost from this world and I just wanted to say thanks."
To my utter surprise he replied with a simple, "Your welcome."
My group and I argued over this for a couple minutes and then suddenly, the Dark Elf's name changed from blue to green. Some people grew feared of him and backed away. Others stared in awe at him. It was at that time that I realized that Thehealer had yet to speak a word. Nikolah suddenly went poof and she started crying. He had taken her magic cloak away from her, something about it not being allowed in Norrath anymore and the God Masters had thought they had taken them all away years ago. And to make things worse, in her pouting and fuming she suddenly lost her link to the world of Norrath. Sadly, I never saw nor heard from her again after that. I spent weeks hunting in the lands north of the bridge, in hopes that she would eventually return. Lao had even moved on to Highpass, but still I stayed and hunted the various giant beetles that roamed the lands.
Krog wrote to me one day that he had managed to travel, by himself the whole way, from Oggok to Qeynos. He found the guards there didn't like him very much and had to hire someone to bind him along the city walls far off from the gates. But he went there because he was inspired by my adventures in Black Burrow, and… well, another Ogre had told him that Gnoll meat tasted good. I told him that if he killed enough Gnolls that eventually some of the guards would let him in the city. His journey inspired me and I finally decided to leave the Karana's. It had been weeks since Thehealer vanished and I wanted to move on, it was also about this time that the gypsies in the northern plains announced that they would allow people to be bound to their camp.
The entrance to Highpass was high up on a ridge in the cliffs far in the east of the Karana's. I found Lao on a ledge, fighting… well, what else but Gnolls. We spent a number of days killing these Gnolls and soon he moved on again. I arrived in Highpass one day to find he had sailed to Kunark. He wrote to me about a huge lake he found out there where he was getting rich very quick, it was called Ill Omen.
I thought it a grim name and wondered what it meant but Lao had told me how wonderful it was I decided I would have to go there. I was only in my seventeenth season by then but getting close to my eighteenth. I decided I would go at my twentieth, one season after I get my new circle of spells that included four special ones that would teleport me to four different locations of Norrath.
I received a message from Kargoth one day, he was going to be in the Qeynos area and he knew I had begun to develop an interest in his Guild. He wanted to know if Krog was interested since the big guy was in the same area.. I thought about it and realized the dumb oaf really wouldn't care either way. To him it would just be more people to complain about his hunger to. Tunare forgive me but I swear he never gets enough to eat, even when he has a full stack of food and drink he still wants more! Well, I made my camp for the night and when I returned the next day I learned that Krog had eagerly joined the Guilty Pleasures guild and was quite happy with it.
It was a happy day for me as well. I had finally reached my nineteenth season, got most of my new spells. The group I had joined for that day had hunted a specific Gnoll, one who had a name that I can't remember now except that he had on him a special shield called a Cracked Darkwood and everyone wanted one. When we found the Gnoll and killed him our group leader picked up the shield and told everyone we had to roll our magic dice for it. My dice landed a split second before everyone else's. But then there was silence for about a minute. My dice landed on a perfect one hundred out of a hundred!
"Um." I finally said, "Do you want me to roll that again?"
"No. Just never scene a roll come up like that before." Someone replied and the leader simply handed me the shield while someone else congratulated me. I sent Buddhisatva a message telling him of my prize, he was indeed happy to hear about it. When I told Lao about it he said, "Cool! So you coming out here yet?" I laughed at him, told him to give me a few more days. I was still unable to afford all of my new circle of spells. I had obtained all but the teleports. The next day I found myself hunting the Orcs of Highpass for the first time. I didn't like the way the terrain looked around their camp.
We were in a pass between two cliffs. The Orcs kept watch from a ledge high above; they would see us before we would see them. My group had me camouflage them so we could get into position but or Rangers camo wore off too soon and she didn't tell me that she were going to need a new one. The Orcs, three of them, fell upon her in a savage frenzy and beat her down to her knees in a matter of seconds. Our Cleric scrambled onto a nearby boulder to get a better view of the fighting area and healed the Ranger. Then the two warriors we had came charging in yelling and screaming various curses and battle cries. We had an Enchanter too, but he ran behind the boulder to hide. He hadn't had time to meditate and wasn't ready. Then two more Orcs came rampaging around the corner. I turned my attention to them, managed to Root one and our Ranger who crawled out from the fight after the Warriors had taunted the Orcs off her got up and snared the other one.
I called on Tunare to blast the heathen with a careless bolt of lightning and the targeted Orc screeched in pain but the blast also broke the Roots and it charged me down. Then three more came running from another direction. It was clearly a classic ambush and the Orcs had executed it well. My attacker beat me down in seconds. Our warriors had killed one of the three they had, but our Cleric ran out of mana keeping them alive. Our Enchanter fell prey to the three new Orcs who saw him meditating behind the boulder. The Ranger took off running for the Kithicor Forest that was very close by. One of the warriors who wasn't in good shape ran after her. I got beat so bad it killed me, but fortunately I had bound myself in the guardhouse weeks before. After my resurrection I learned my group had fallen into complete disarray. The Ranger and Warrior had made it safely out to the Kithicor Forest, the other Warrior got killed, but he too was bound in the guard house. The Cleric was running for the forest and the Enchanter was killed.
Fortunately the Cleric, who was the group leader made it safely out. The Enchanter however was bound in the northern plains of the Karana's and decided not to return and instead to make his camp for the night rather then travel all the way back. Somehow, I can't seem to remember how though, we all managed to get back together and retrieve our belongings from the Orcs camp, all of us that except for the Enchanter.
The Cleric shouted for more people to join us and soon we had a full group, also by that time another full group was camping the Orcs further up the pass, closer to the guards, which helped us a lot. The fights went smoother and more controlled and we gained a lot of loot out of it. It didn't take long till I reached my twentieth season. After the fight the gods blessed me with an addition to my name, of my own choice. That was when I became Ambrosius. Somehow, though I don't know how I had known of the name from some other world, and knew it to be the name of a great and powerful leader. But that is a completely different story all together, from another time, and from another place, in some far off world…
I chose to advance a good ways towards my next season before journeying to Kunark, least I am killed there so I stayed in Highpass for a few days later. Then one day something totally unexpected happened. I wasn't even planning on doing very much fighting that day, maybe just to visit the merchants in Highkeep, but I received a message from Krog. It seemed he knew of my interest in the Guilty Pleasures guild and was sending the guild leader herself, a powerful Dark Elf named Telexia, out to Highpass to invite me! She met me just outside the guard house. After I had accepted the invite she asked if I could help her find her way out. In my excitement I forgot to ask her where she wanted to go and led her to the wrong exit, back out to the Karana's when she had wanted to get to Kithicor! By the time I managed to get back into Highpass from the Karana's she had already turned around and was finding her own way to Kithicor. I apologized for leading her astray and she waved it off as though it was nothing to her and wished me well. I then thanked her for the invite and decided to go slaughter a few Gnolls. I gained a fair amount of the Chain Armor the Gnolls dropped and realized it would be good armor for Krog. I decided I would give it to him. I had enough loot and money now so I could afford my new teleport spells and decided to set out for Qeynos and give Krog the armor pieces and maybe ask around about the new spells. But I'll save that tale for the next story.
So… here we are, on the verge of my journey to Kunark. I have finally joined Guilty Pleasures and I have yet to regret the decision, Kargoth and Buddhisatva were right, the Guild is indeed fun. Buddhisatva apparently was familiar with Guity Pleasures as his wife knew of Telexia. Also, an… ah, acquaintance of his and Kargoth's, a powerful Mage by the name of Mierta Navarre is also a member of Guilty Pleasures. I have yet to meet him but both Kargoth and Buddhisatva assure me I may soon. I must leave the story here for now… for there are rumors within the guild that tell of War with another…
