The Multiverse

Ship Ambush
The party plans their next move in the siege of Mehodellon

The party, reunited after Talyn’s encounter with Mr. Black, plan their attack on Mehodellon to take it back from the undead menace. Their fleet remains in the air over the city, prepared to bombard key targets.

The air crackled with power as the ship suddenly bowed, dipping down towards the snowy earth below. The front of the airship cracked and snapped as a thick coating of ice suddenly coalesced out of the air. Talyn, sensing the magical attack, desperately leaped behind the central mast. The others were knocked off their feet by the magic before their limbs grew incredibly cold, freezing solid under layer after layer of ice. Encased in the ice, they could do nothing but watch around them.

Talyn raises to his feet, his hands dripping with magical fire. Mr.Black, his skeletal wings spread wide, landed heavily on the front of the ship, surrounded by sparkling shards of swirling ice. Talyn gathered his magic into his hands, his body aglow with magical flame. He calls up two orbs of searing fire in each hand, combining them into a great fireball and flinging it at his allies. The ball of flame detonates with a searing blast of heat and light, the ship charring and ice immediately vaporizing into steam.

His allies, bathed in the great heat, find the ice over their bodies to melt in great rivulets of water, flooding the deck. With weapons and arms free, they turn as one to face their great nemesis, Mr. Black.

With a battle cry, the group attacks him, charging across the charred ship to strike the undead arcanid wizard. Their attacks bite deep, overwhelming him with claw and blade. The final blow cut his body i half, unleashing a torrent of cold and negative energy on the nearby adventurers. They withstood the blast with gritted teeth and freezing armour. In triumph, they stand on the airship, looking out over the ruined city.

A great choking sound emerges from the throats of four of the party, air sucked out of their lungs. Tolsimir, Aaliyah, Brandt, and Swimming Bird found their bodies to be deprived of all air.
Those remaining managed to resist its effects, pointing at the floating figure of Mr. Black beside the ship. He laughs, his upraised hands casting the mass suffocation spell. Talyn, his eyes wide in panic as he identifies the spell, rushes to his nearby friend Tolsimir. With desperate movements, he successfully dispels the spell, forcing it from the summoner’s body. Tolsimir draws a thankful breath, raising to his feet to use his newfound breath to hasten his allies.

With Talyn rushing to dispel the suffocation spell on his allies, those who resisted the spell’s effects raised their blades to attack the flying Arcanid. Using magic or might, they leapt into the air to engage him. Crush’s draconic wings extended as he attacked his foe with a wicked scythe. Brandt’s magic propelled him to spear Mr. Black with the point of his sword.

Yorin, his stout dwarven body resisting the suffocation, turned a large ship cannon towards the melee. Timing it precisely, he set a match to the wick for the loaded cannon. The cannon firing, blasting its lethal steel shot at Mr. Black. The shot fired true, impacting the arcanid in the chest and blasting a hole through his undead, desiccated carapace. His eyes widened in shock, dust twisting out of the gaping chest wound. His wings folded before he started to plummet down to the snowy ground below, wings trailing behind him. Crush, triumphant in Mr. Black’s defeat, dove down to finish the Arcanid, using his scythe to ensure his death.

Talyn finished rescuing his partners, dispelling the choking spell on Swimming Bird before he leapt off of the ship to catch Brandt before he would fall to the ground. Upon returning him to the relative safety of the airship, Talyn stepped off the ship once again, to ensure the Mr. Black was dead and recover any useful equipment.

The body of Mr. Black lay shattered in the snow, centuries of undead re-life having rendered his body dry and brittle. On his body was Leon’s great magical glaive, associated magical items, and a note. With a single glance back at his former enemy, Talyn returned to the ship.

The note, addressed to the heroes, named them as defenders of this reality after having slain Mr. Black. His search for worthy defenders was over, and he could finally rest.

Siege Preparations
The party finds themselves in possession of a powerful Oracle as they prepare to take back Mehodellon

With the bone dragon destroyed and the Oracle firmly in their possession, the party formulated their next move. The city of Mehodellon was held by the undead armies, but their air support was greatly diminished with the destruction of the bone dragon. With superior airpower, the armies of the living prepared to attack and take back their home.

The fleets flew through the blizzard ahead of the army, scouting and preparing to bring down the gates of the city. En route, the undead black dragons attacked, sweeping men from the decks and shattering the wooden ships. With great speed, the party used their powers of flight to crush the dragon attackers, surprising them with overwhelming force. With enchanted weapons shining with the light of the sun, the shadowy black dragons were repelled, their defenses vanishing in the blinding light. One dragon was speared to the deck of one ship by Talyn’s blade, thrashing in its death throes as attention was diverted to the other dragons. Realizing their weakness before the light of the sun, the dragons retreated, allowing the fleet to continue its attack.

With scouts in place, the cannonades from the airships began. Gates were shattered and the undead hordes were thinned by the cannonballs raining from above. Talyn, his body cloaked in magical invisibility, scouted throughout the city to call down for precise attacks. Though he could not be seen, blasts of energy began to explode nearby, knocking him from the air. An old, battered Arcanid was the source of these attacks, peering into a crystal ball from the ground. His robes identified him as Mr. Black, their nemesis in the fight against the undead.

In fear and confusion, Talyn retreated from the magical barrage, returning to the ships with the knowledge that the Mr. Black was still more than capable of fighting back. After hearing the story, Brandy realized that the communication spell in Talyn’s sword, Aurora, may be an anchor for Scrying. This would allow Mr. Black to track their movements at any time. Talyn, with the help of the sword itself, dispelled this enchantment.

Now the party prepares to attack the city with their full might, searching for an end to the war which plagues the shattered world of Tennaris.

The Strike of the Bone Dragon
The adventurers find themselves attacked by an ancient dragon of bone with only a small airship at their disposal.

The adventurers, returning from destroying the ancient portal, find themselves soaring through the blizzard in their gunship. Their armour and weapons are scored and damaged from fighting raised black dragons whose breath drained them of their very life force. As the ship sailed through the clouds, a deafening roar issued from the once-proud headquarters of Lion’s Pride.

The roar was that of the bone dragon, their foe’s great weapon against the small fleet of combat-ready airships held in reserve by the armies of the living. The adventurers looked at each other in trepidation as the roars became closer, as their previous encounter with this dragon ended with their flight. They needed a plan, and they needed one fast.

Brandt, captain in the Lion’s Pride, developed a strategy using the limited resources at hand. He called for all the gunpowder in the ship, and the cannonballs that had yet to be fired. With a mighty crash, the ship slamming to a halt as if yanked back by a huge chain. The front of the ship exploded into splinters and planks as it crashed into an invisible wall of force. Before they could react, the gigantic bone dragon dove at the ship, sweeping overhead and blasting great gusts of sleet and black energy at the deck. The black energy of the breath attack drained the life force from the living, their bodies wracked by pain.

As the dragon swept around for another pass, the party retreated below decks to weather the worst of the breath attacks, preparing to abandon ship at the opportune time. The bone dragon, seeing that its breath no longer had any major affect, dove at incredible speeds straight down at the ship, roaring in rage. It crashed amidships, nearly cracking the wooden airship in two. Its jaws snapped at the party as bone claws raked at the wood. With a hope and a prayer, the group leaped from the ship, abandoning it to its fate. Talyn twisted in the air, his hands gathering energies to forma great ball of fire in his hands before hurling it at the plummeting ship.

With an almighty crash, the ship exploded into splinters, gunpowder launching cannonballs in all directions. The flames washed over the dragon, absorbed by magical shields. The cannonballs, mundane and physical, smashed through the dragon’s defenses and shattered its wings, ribcage, and skull. With a cry of agony and rage, the bone dragon lay enmeshed with the ship as it crashed to the ground, losing cohesion as splintered, shattered bones fell all around.

The adventurers, buoyed by magical flight, quickly flew to take stock of the situation, and shatter any animation that may remain in the desiccated bones. Crush, his purpose given to him by Sickle, immediately leapt forward to smash the blue orb that was the dragon’s heart. His scythe bounced off of it with no effect, cracking the magical steel from the force of the blow. After determining that the bone dragon was indeed dead, the party found themselves in control of the Oracle, an intelligence born from he beginning of time that would answer one single question from a creature to the best of its ability, but no more. They returned to their headquarters in triumph, but with the knowledge that unless they could stop it, the bone dragon would rise again.

This day just keeps getting worse

With two victories under their belt, our heroes have a tough choice to make. Cannons sound to the south as some unknown force is on the city walls, methodically destroying the city, block by block. to the North West, Leon’s general calls for a rescue from the undead hordes, but his chance of survival is slim. To the North East, the Lion’s Pride HQ is under assault by an ancient, skeletal dragon whose claws and breath are tearing it apart. The brave men of Lion’s Pride stand ready to defend their home and people from the enemy, but there may not be a home to defend for much longer.


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