Introduction
Castile, Berzerker Fighter
Luke, Berserker Cleric of Ares
Sikandar, Berzerker Fighter
Cassander accepts Sergeant Zeljko as a Henchman
The Temple of Ares provides some assistance for the expedition to the lost Temple, and asks for several things in return:
Directions to Temple of Nin-Hursag
Map of Temple
Copies of any carvings or writings
Any papers or books recovered from Death Cult going to Temple
DO NOT RELEASE THE IMPRISONED DEMI-GOD!!
If this means wiping out the unknown cult, then so be it.
Will send an allied Magic User with you to aid in overcoming magical challenges
The Sons of Mithra resume the exploration of the Hidden Temple of Nin-Hursag.
Dorijan the Mage, assigned by the Temple of Ares to assist in the exploration, sketches various markings and symbols.
Player notes:
Dorijan, magic user from Ares temple, trained in some battle magics, as well as defensive magic. Claims to know something about the weird cult. Cursed blade brought to town from saltmarshes, took it to the temple to get it cleansed, shit went sideways
Haven't seen the survivors since
Cult gone
Green light is out
Magic circle glows purple
Statue of snake lady still intact
Symbol on floor of black axe and crescent moon - unknown
Symbol carved in man's chest - evil/chaotic elemental creatures
Dorijan records these symbols
While investigating the monks’ cells in the second level, they found several disturbing things. One, a man that had been somehow sacrificed and used as some sort of ward. The Sons left this alone.
Another was the body of a fallen warrior, whose effects had previously been looted. On his belt was an empty scabbard, with no sword to be found. They did find a tunnel in the ceiling, that was later determined to be connected to another cell in L III. In the middle of this cell was a dead creature with a sword stuck through it. This sword was discovered by Castile and it was immediately determined the sword was magical, as it tried to overpower Castile’s ego.
He was able to master it and spent downtime after the session working out the powers and capabilities (see Castile’s Downtime Narrative).
XP LOG 16 May 1023 (Actual dates)
Castile - 1
Luke - 1
Sikandar - 1
Loot
20x rubies = 2000
Gold Ring = 200
Guano 30 # = 240
Jade Naga Carving = 540
Temple of Ares reward = 1000
Magic Sword = ?
Recovered wooden paneling ~ 8,00 GP
Total XP = 13,5
Return to Sojenka (Downtime) 23 May
Downtime Narrative: Castile
5/10/23 - 5/24/23
Introductions
The sound of splintering wood accompanied a dull ache in Castile’s shoulder, his training shield cracking under the repeated blows of the Iron Bear’s master at arms. “Ok alright ok enough alright, damn,” he wheezed, grounding the point of his training sword in the sand and shaking the useless shield from his arm. He rolled his shoulder and saluted his trainer, a deceptively powerful Voran man named Erwin, before stumbling to the water barrel placed near the side of the yard and dunking his head in.
When he surfaced, he could hear protests from the other mercenaries about fouling up the barrel with his failure, but his stiff middle finger led to rounds of good-natured ribbing as he made his way off of the field. He collected his belongings and mounted up, departing for the Sons’ headquarters.
Castile couldn’t help but think of the blade at his side as his horse plodded along the well-worn road. He was scared of it, for sure, but also intrigued. The adventurer was certain that they had had a sale, and man it would have been a nice chunk of gold. He still wasn’t entirely sure what happened but he and the boys had ended up walking away with the weapon. He touched the emerald capping the pommel of the enchanted sword lightly but pulled his hand back with a shiver.
Days went by as he made his rounds of the camp, inspecting the mens’ kit, settling disputes, gambling with the NCOs when Sikandar wasn’t looking. The weapon made a fine sidearm with its fancy gems and ornate scabbard and every day he was tempted to draw it, just to test its cut, its balance. Something that fine had to be well crafted, right? The warrior in him yearned to hold that blade, he MUST draw it, it was made for war!
He found himself in his tent, holding the sword in a two-handed grip before him and sweating like he’d run a mile in full kit. But he didn’t tremble as he rotated through a few basic forms. Oh, it was sweet, cutting through the air with a music only a warrior’s soul can comprehend.
The curving, heavy blade began to vibrate in time with his motions but he carried on, advancing his forms as expertly as he knew how. When the blade itself spoke to his mind in what he perceived as a rich, baritone voice, he nearly chopped his own leg off at the knee.
"I have been waiting for you to release me,” it said,
"I am Sundenkrieg and together we shall find the Cursed One!"
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