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Report on The World Window Mission at Eostarre
OK, so there were a whole bunch of us, a group of master guildsmen and heroes, and our bunch of grubby peons. We were-
- Niamh Lafitte-Green Wizzard, formerly of negotiable virtue but mostly reformed, more's the pity.
- Anthrax - Handy with a chopper and brimming with dark power. Up for bother.
- Jack - Party captive and scout. Throats slit and enemy groups infiltrated on request.
- Angel - Corking scout. Labours under a love for one who shall forever be out of reach. Unless Angel slips a something in the wine.
- Echelon - Old elf. Pretty skilled and dead smart despite being deaf, blind and smelling like beetroot.
- Samuri - A monk guy. Handy with the curing so we don't mind that he can't spell his own name.
- ANGRY - A fairy with issues. Lots of issues. Ideal for starting a fight, being shouty and hitting fog.
- Wertigo - Dirty Werty is an honorary Corsair. Wears a skirt, which is a dangerous thing around men at sea.
- dOOm - Humacti bloke. Very cautious with his power. Surprisingly generous on the final morning of the mission. Not very attached to his boots.
- Spingle - Nails goblin fighter. Received field promotion to Wing Commander by dint of us calling him Wing Commander a lot.
- Garrett - Demon bowman. Far too effective to make much headway in the archer's guild cos he makes the rest look bad.
So, day one was a bit confused cos I was in the area for personal reasons and didn't see the group arrive. First I knew of them there, they were kicking into a bunch of Kalid. I was drawn to the sound of combat from the wet bush I had settled into for the night, and elected to abandon such things in favour of helping my shipmates.
A short and annoying fight facing a really bright light ensued. We were remarkably successful and dispatched our foe with no problem. Unfortunately another bunch of much harder Kalid turned up and we were humped. Proper humped. To cut a long story short, a brief period of being captured was followed by Echelon's escape plan. This mainly involved him peering myopically into the dark and being sliced up while we all ran in different directions so that when we got rounded up again two minutes later we had some sight seeing to share.
Lucky for us the KVA double nails crew turned up and rescued us by being much harder then we were.
So, there was then some various fighting and so forth as would be expected. Turns out that with the DFD buggering off, the World Window was now up for grabs. Key to controlling it was the compliance of some Djinny-Ifrit types, known generally as "fritters". There were fritters of several colours in the area. It seemed that they could be controlled by something called a Compact, which was basically some magic paper that made the fritter your bitch.
So after some various chat and scrapping with more kalid (who had one of the Compacts and an air fritter who was a right pain) we were pretty much sorted for the night. Next day, the plan was to head out and investigate the general lay of the land vis a vis compacts, towers in the area and fritters. Well, there may have been more but that's pretty much all I got through the haze of grog. At some point I got inducted into the Brown School and my focus had its stabilisers taken off, or whatever it is they do - either way it started to kick in. I remained unaware of this as I was asleep at the time and Niamh forgot to tell me for ages.
Hordeling fight. Standard. Then we hooked up with a pathfinder type who led the saunter off into the surrounding area. Wasn't long before we were tangling with a whole spectrum of elementals including a purple. This presented something of a challenge until we sussed out the scoop. A quick dispatch of all the other colours was followed with a flurry of dispels and the purple one was gone, huzzah. The job for the day was to investigate reports of Northern Alliance activity in the area - that's Celestial Bureaucracy, Kalid and Saldorians for those not in the know. Well, the Sallies were well represented. As well as a few more Brown and Grey 'mentals (a bit of a running theme for the mish) we met a Sallie feller, had a chat, then ANGRY met him and it got shouty and violent pretty sharpish. Finished off him with a bit of power stealing for good measure while ANGRY threatened to "shove it down his throat till he choked" which was nice. Struck me as more of a second date thing but maybe I'm a slow worker.
Anyway, more fights along the way until we met up with the main body of the Sallie army. They were tricky weasels too and it wasn't looking too clever for us there for a while, but we pulled through thanks to much tumping, grog and bandages. We lifted a bag of dirt during all of this, which was taken as proof of their interest in the World Window. Clearly a good beating was just what they deserved.
Anyways, we reported back to the big wigs about the Northern Alliance and their interest in the WW. It occurs to me now that the Celestials were absent in all of this, although whether this has any implications for the Northern Alliance I don't know.
Soon enough we were off again - this time there was some Reader rock hard sorcerer type hanging out nearby. Being a thrifty type he was looking for us to escort him to the KVA base rather than blowing through his magic getting himself here in one piece.
The journey also meant we crossed swords (and other things) with a bunch of Dymwan who were attempting to control a green fritter. The green was chatty, if a bit up his own bilgepump. We set out to do the right thing, which was of course to belt loads of Dymwan into so much mince. A furious chat then ensured - the Dymwan seemed quite keen for maintaining the truce with Wolfhold types, but fancied having a pop at everyone else. I infiltrated her base through the cunning subterfuge of putting my hand up when she asked who was in Wolfhold. I then returned back to the group to report on her shifty plans, earning a beating for my trouble (from the undead - our party seemed quite pleased with the info).
Cursing the Dymwan's sudden yet inevitable double crossing, we fought. Shortly afterwards we were on our way and the Dymwan was packed of to the POTSD where I'm sure she received a great reception. Involving spikey bones if there's justice.
More Dymwan fights, and some pap Grimlocks, and along the way we sussed there was a Dymwan sorceress in the area trying for the green. So we hooked up with the reader, a most pleasant bloke who agreed to kit us up for some Dymwan stomping.
We set into the Dymwan proper, against the clock cos we could hear the sorceress giving the green a good doing over. This was going okay until we decided that the fight wasn't enough of a challenge and decided to force our way onto a tiny bridge so that we could form an orderly queue to get mutilated and killed. This worked better than we could have hoped and in no time at all we were in total disarray with two men down. Result!
Adopting the "Echelon manoeuvre" again we ran off into the dark to lick our wounds. Spingle and I snuck back and grabbed the dying and we hotfooted it back to base.
The rest of the evening was spent mooching drinks of folk and gambling at dice. Anthrax now owes me good money or a kidney. At some point a bunch of very important folk and a man in a bin bag turned up. Duke Hanrow did his usual - song, smile, an inspirational speech. Tenquil blagged on about the World Window and Verrick read out a very long message from King Paulandiss which could have been shortened by pointing at the sky and saying "Hooooome" in a croaky voice.
Bish bash bosh. Next day, the big wigs had shot off to sort the world window out, and we had to defend their ritual. Cue a lot of fighting against nails 'mentals and grimlock types. There was one 'mental who was proper hard and broke bones with every blow- Anthrax polished him off with plenty of good ol' evil power and the day was saved- hurrah! In truth we were a bit of a shambles for this fight but the addition of Mad Jack the druid helped so cheers hairy feller!
Anyways, that's what I remember apart from loads of stuff about Irontongue which I didn't mention cos he's a nob and don't deserve the publicity.
Can I have my money now, please?
by Flint Locke, Brown Wizzard and Corsair of the Black Scab crew.