Game-Summaries:7/27/2018 Recollections

Recollections by Cassio

TLDR: Cassio Amon Ember Ci Zanna ventured to the Pardor Range and killed a Neothelid. A legendary creature that would become an Elder Brain if given enough time.

Introduction: The Champion is born.

I wasn't always the handsome bastion of truth honor and justice you see before you. Oh no I was once a young but slightly less handsome, sexually masterful soldier in the greater service of Solace's army. Tasked with keeping the peasantry safe from bandits goblins and ne'er-do-wells my troupe was efficient and well known.

After a routine patrol, having set up camp for the night, my men and i were beset by a large beast. During the conflict I went down, and it was at that point I thought the great Cassio was done for. I awoke some time later the only one alive, but not without my scars. Clearly the world still had need of Cassio. But I could not save my men, nor would I rest till their deaths were avenged. Regretfully I had not heard tale nor whisper of that beast again.

That was until today.

Thanks to my very good friend and professional tiny person Callie Tealeaf, I've had a break in the case. I can now exact righteous justice to the beast.

You think this beast may find its home in the Pardor Range, roughly east of Solace, which is nearby where you encountered it in the first place. It seems to be something of a unique foe, inhabiting a deep cavern carved by its wormy maw. Inquiring about town you are able to find a few folks who know the area and they regale you with tales of their boogeyman, their stories seem to align with your experience with this foe. You feel confident that with a few friends capable of tracking, you could find this creature's home.

But despite my immeasurable power and influence, I need help to put my past to rest. My armor gleaming and my sword sharp i’m ready to set off at once and dispatch this foe from my past.

Chapter 1: No Rest for the Wicked.

Cassio awoke that morning full of determination and purpose. His armor gleaming and his sword sharp, and his stomach full of a questionable meal of elven slaw and mead he set off to exact fiery vengeance and put the memory of his fallen comrades to rest. After a short conversation with the local stable master, with Cassio took off eastward to his destination. For three weeks Cassio braved what could be described as a hellish landscape of sun dappled grassy fields and a terrifying onslaught of gentle winds and pretty flowers. He made way to the Pardor Range, where tale of a creature bearing the beasts description was terrorizing the villagers. Solidifying his resolve, not only will this holy quest help himself, but it will let the citizens rest easy. Their praise and adoration will be a small reward for the service he will perform this day.

Unfortunately.....

Cassio arrived to find the town abandoned. Not a soul. His senses keen like a winter fox Cassio searched the town for any signs of struggle or attack. Was he too late? Naught but a few bear tracks it was as if the peasants simply evaporated. How many towns like this must exist, FIX THIS LATER and then forgotten. Finding the abandoned stable, Cassio lets his trusty steed rest. He would be no help to where he was going. With his uncanny Owlbear-like sense of direction, Cassio takes off towards the mountain range, vengeance would be his.

Chapter 2: The Splinter Twin

The Cave beckoned. A large carved whole on the mountains side told every fiber in Cassio's steely and handsome nerves to go. But he pressed forward. Tell tale signs of his quarry littered the cave floor. Our hero descends into darkness. With sword in one hand, shield in another, torch in another traverses the sprawling and branching caverns until he came upon the unthinkable. Laying on the floor of the cavern in a pool of his own blood was Cassio's old squad mate beckoning for him, but how could this be? His companions were slain years ago, how could he possibly still be alive!?!? Rushing to his side to render aid Cassio watches in horror as the familiar face of his old face transforms into a horrid visage. Sharp teeth and dagger in hand, Cassio's old man-at-arms lunges at our hero. And while the dagger found purchase, the physical wound was nothing compared to the emotional trauma of having to kill his old friends with his bare hands. With one slash of his mighty sword, Cassio turns his friend into a memory again. This was not the time for tears though, where his friend once stood was now a mass of purple tentacles streaming from a hole in the ground. Cassio's mind was beset by a vile voice screaming in his mind.

To be continued....