Thursday, May 31, 2012

Character Spotlight - Siam Thanalynn


Campaign: LEGACY the Path of Heroes
Class: Rogue
Level: 3
Race: Human (Suel)
Alignment: Neutral

ABILITY SCORES
STR 12  DEX 19  CON 15  INT 15  WIS 15  CHA 13  CMS 17




BACKGROUND
Siam is a short, petite woman, of Suel extract. Born to the Merchant House of Thanalynn, in Keoland, to Balabar and Rowena Thanalynn, she was the younger child. Her brother, Ferrick, had an army commission purchased for him when Siam was only six and he left home.

Siam’s tale truly begins with the death of her mother the following year, to Wasting Sickness as this was when she attracted the attention of her father. The brutish pig, claimed her as his own, private property and the abuse began. Siam’s horror only ended when, on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, she set fire to the mansion and fled the horrors of Thanalynn House. 

Description: Siam is a young, attractive woman, with straw blonde hair and pale blue eyes, indicating her Suel heritage. She is slight of build, with a lithe, supple body. She favours dark leathers and a red lined, black cloak. At around 5 feet in height she is often mistaken for elven. Siam has a seemingly innocent face, with sultry lips which she uses to devastating effect when trying to get her way. Not prone to wearing make up, she has an ethereal quality which makes her appear younger than she in fact is.

Personality: Somewhat spoilt and immature, Siam often seems as though she views the world as owing her a favour. She can be disdainful and sarcastic even and is often in trouble with associates or “friends” for seeming aloof and cruel even.
Things have changed for Siam, of late. Recently, she escaped from the clutches of evil, below the Moathouse outside of Hommlet. She had been held captive by the evil elf Lareth the Beautiful, devoted servant of Lolth for several weeks. She does not speak of what happened to her while she was held captive but now there is a certain “darkness” about her, an edge that was previously missing. 

Goals: Siam now has a thirst for power. She has made a promise to herself that she will never again be a pawn to someone else or be held against her will. In the short term, Siam plans to make contacts across the seedier parts of the Flanaess and where possible, earn favours from individuals. She plans to create an empire of thieves, spies and assassins and become a controller of information.
Siam realizes that the only way she can become a mover and shaker is to have information. She is in the final stages of planning an Alter Ego that she will create and use in and around Nulb but first she needs a Mage …

Height: 5'1", Weight: 110 lbs, Handed: Right
Age: 22 years (born 554 CY, 9th day of Readying)
Physique: Slender, Lithe, Athletic
Comeliness: (17) Attractive, ethereal, innocent looking; Features: Long hair, slight build with straw blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
Patron Deity: Norebo
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father (Balabar), Older brother (Ferrick)

  ... R.I.P - Siam Thanalynn ...

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

LEGACY the Path of Heroes - Session 015

TEMPLE OF ELEMENTAL EVIL
SESSION 015 - A Storm Approaches


FREEDAY, 07 NEEDFEST (MID WINTER) 579CY

Siam jumped down from the tree branch with a graceful backward flip, landing in the soft snow beneath the tree that she has taken refuge in during the fight. She brushed her hands off of the cold snow, as she walked past the wolf she had doused with the alchemist fire earlier. The wolf’s body writhed in pain as the fire expunge the last moments of life from its body. The acrid smell made the young rogue’s nose twitch as she walked past the burning body to join her friends.

Siam watched as Marcus rolled over one of the dead orcs nearby. “The creature was a foul looking beast, then again they all,” she thought as she continued to watch the ranger. The ranger first searched the creature for any signs of life, before he searched the body.  Sure that the creature was indeed dead he patted the orc down for any trinkets or clues to why they creatures were after them.

 “Marcus …” said Siam, as she spotting something. “Turn its head this way.” This hadn’t been the first time that she had encountered these foul creatures.  She had first fought them when she had been sent to retrieve the package from them in the hills outside the Mistmarsh for the Merchant Vanaur. “Thinking about Vanaur … she still had a score to settle with weasel,” Siam muttered to herself. Anmar had fought against orcs with the same markings with Ash outside the Gnarley, she and Sven had fought them off before the bastard had knocked her out and tied her to a horse she thought. Now these orcs carried the same markings ….


Erehwon searched the body of the orc that he had slain a few feet away from the group. Turning the dead orc over so that he could get to its belt, he too noticed the markings on the side of the orc’s face.


Darius staggered back from loss of blood and the pain in his stomach. Looking down he could see that the front of his robes were drenched in blood. He watched as his warm blood dripped between his fingers onto the snow leaving crimson stains, as he stumbled back against the tree. The old druid slumped against the tree and let his momentum carry his body to the snow covered forest floor. He watched his friends approached.

Duerin hurried over to tend to the old druid’s wounds. He had seen how the orc had shoved its blade deep into the old man’s gut. The Cuthbertine priest knelt down at the druid’s side and tore away the bloodied robes to tend to the wound.

The wound was grave, but not as fatal as he had first feared. The blade had passed straight through and had luckily not hit anything vital that he could see, but the old man had lost a lot of blood. Duerin set to work at cleaning and treating the wound for infections. Once satisfied, Duerin bandaged the wound with a roll of cloth from his healer’s bag. It was at this point that the dwarf noticed that the others had gathered around him and the wounded druid.

“He has lost a lot of blood! We need to get him to shelter,” instructed Duerin as he stood to talk to his friends. “I fear we have a storm approaching,” said the dwarf as he pointed behind his friends.

Duerin returned to the druid’s side, drawing an ebony wand from his thick leather belt. He gently placed the tip of the wand against the druid’s wound. He uttered the command word to activate the wand and watched as the tip of the wand began to glow with a brilliant light. Darius’s laboured breath soon return to normal as the curative magic flowed through his body.


Marcus and Erehwon quickly gathered the horses and headed back to the group. The ranger was getting more and more concerned as the wind got stronger, he could feel the temperature dropping fast as the storm approached.

It wouldn’t be long before they were caught up in the middle of storm in the dead of the night. They needed to find shelter fast, as they were still a few hours out from the druid’s home realised the ranger.


Siam laughed as she recalled that tonight they would be celebrating the Feast of Fools in the Free City. “Foolish girl, should have stayed at home, ” she mocked, “What have you gotten yourself into this time.”


Minge pulled his cloak tight around his shoulders as curled up in the shallow hole that he found. He watched and shivered as the snow covered his make shift cover of thick branches and an old winter blanket suspend over the shallow hole. It wasn’t long until he was fully snowed in. The little Halfling could hear the baying of wolves close by  and the wind ripping through the trees nearby. “Minge going die! SHUT UP fool! Minge not going die … Master will protect Minge,” mumbled Minge from the darkness of his hidey hole.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

LEGACY the Path of Heroes - Session 014

TEMPLE OF ELEMENTAL EVIL
SESSION 014 - The Road to Nulb


EARTHDAY, 06 NEEDFEST (MID WINTER) 579CY

The small group of friends made their way through the brush that surrounded the old moathouse. They had escaped moments earlier from the tunnel that had led to the forest. Duerin had discovered a cache of oil barrels not far off the trail that they had been following. He urged his friends ahead as he set to work on buying them some sorely needed time in order to make their escape back to Hommlet.

Urging his companions ahead, he pulled out his tinderbox and set to wetting the trail with the oil from the barrels. He watched as the oil flowed down trail towards the opening of the tunnel that they just fled from, watching for any sign of Black Wolf’s men.

Crouching, Duerin struck his steel bar against the hardened flint.  A cascade of sparks flew into the night, crackling in the cold wintery air. He watched as the sparks fell to the wet ground covered in snow and oil. “Nothing!” he cursed. Scratching through his backpack the dwarf found some dry kindling that he placed on the ground between his boots. He then pulled his winter cloak over his broad shoulders for shelter, so he could light the oil. His think winter cloak sheltered him from the wind and falling snow. “Tap ... Tap … Tap,” as he struck his steel bar against the flint once, twice and third time before the sparks fell to the dry kindling at his boots.

It was at this point that he noticed the first signs of the men leaving the tunnel that they had just fled from. A sudden gust of wind ripped his cloak open, causing his kindling to burst into flame. He quickly shoved the burning kindling into the oil and watched as the oil ignited. The oil burnt towards the entrance of the tunnel. Shouts of alarm came from the men at that had appeared at the tunnel entrance. Moments later the tunnel erupted in flame, igniting a large barrel of oil that was being carted away from the entrance by one of the men. The man screamed as the flame ran up his leg and engulf him, but his screams were soon silence as the barrel of oil exploded.

The sound of the explosion ripped through the immediate area, sending some forest creatures scuttling for safety of the deeper woods. Duerin smiled as he turned to leave, running to catch up with his friends.


Darius was pleased to find his mule Alfonso grazing in a clearing as they broke through the brush of the forest. The mule recognising his old master and trotted over to gently nudged him with his nose. Marcus was most pleased to see the mule too as he had been carrying the unconscious half-orc through the forest and this meant that he no longer needed to. Alfons was not so keen on the idea of having the half-orc on him and let the old Druid know in no uncertain terms.


It wasn’t long before the companions found themselves on the outskirts of Hommlet. They watched the smoke drift from the chimney’s from the large establishment of the Welcome Wench. The inns many windows glowed with flickering torch light, merriment and laugher could be heard coming from the large establishment. The five friends and Alfons urged on, eager to get out of the cold night air.

Sometime later the companions joined each other in one of the backrooms of the inn. That is all except Erehwon, who still remained unconscious?  After a quick meal they decided it would be best if each got some rest. They would meet for breakfast in the morning and see what the day brought them.


Duerin watched the half-orc from the shadows of the room that they shared. St. Cuthbert would guide them he thought as he pulled his smoking pipe from his belt.

The half-orc’s fevered dreams were plagued with visions of battle. Looking down he saw that he was clad in armor, axe and sword in hand.

He was covered in blood and gore. He could feel the blood flowing from his mouth. The metallic taste of the blood filled his mouth. A savage cry from behind caused him to turn. His reactions weren’t quick enough to stop the blow that slammed into his head and that of the second blade that slammed into his groin ….

“AAAAAARGH!” screamed the half-orc as he awoke.

“Where was he? Where did these bed sheets come from? Though the half-orc as he got off the cot and dressed himself in his clothes that lay in a heap on the floor. The room peered ominously silent and dark.

“Aaah, you up!” proclaimed the dwarf as he lit his pipe in the shadows near the window. “Wondered how long it would be before I had to wake you up myself,” jested the dwarf, showing the half-orc how he would have prodded him with his smoking pipe.

“Come, the others are waiting for us downstairs. We have many things to discuss and I could do with a warm meal this morning,” said Duerin as he made his way to the door.


Siam found the comforts of the Welcome Wench sorely needed after her prolonged visit at the moathouse. She used her time to soak and bathe herself, while she sipped her goblet of fine Celene Red. She soon found herself drifting off to sleep …


Markus sat on the bed in his room too tired to do anything. He was still no further in rescuing his mother he thought. He lay back on the bed and thought about the last time he had seen her. He remembered that she had worn the white dress, but soon felt his eyes closing. He tried to fight off the effect of his tired limbs, but eventually sleep won. Thoughts of his mother and his uncle filled his dreams. He would find her and he would have his revenge, his uncle would pay, was his last thought before sleep over took him.


Darius spent better part of the evening tending to his trusted friend and companion Alfons, but he too soon turned in as he too needed his rest.


Minge shivered, huddled in the corner of the barn. His thoughts turned to the one called Siam as he tore a bit of meat off the rat carcass over the small cooking fire. The dirty Halfling chewed on the piece of half cooked meat and let out a loud cackle, “Yes Mistress …..” and he cackled again.

The door of the barn burst open, as a large figured stepped forth into the barn.

“Sorry master, Minge sorry master,” squealed the Halfling as he heard steel being drawn.


Siam was the last to join her friends in the common room for breakfast the following morning. She sat down just as Ostler arrived with a tray of bowls of hot oats, butter and honey. Each of the companions settled down and tucked into their morning meal.

It was Darius that was the first to break the silence ….

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

LEGACY the Path of Heroes - Session 013

TEMPLE OF ELEMENTAL EVIL
SESSION 013 - Escape from the Moathouse


WATERDAY, 05 NEEDFEST (MID WINTER) 579CY

The last of Lareth’s personal guard crumpled to his knees death mere moments away. The man looked up at the half-orc that stood before him, his face contorted in pain. “YOU w-h-y ….l” he coughed, his lips flecked with frothy blood, as he fell forward into a pool of his own freshly spilled blood.

The heavy blade of the half-orc’s axe had moments earlier cleaved through the guard’s midriff, shattering his ribs and piercing his heart.

Looking down and the lifeless corpse brought a smile to Erehwon’s lips, his orcish features exposed in the moment. Overcome with a momentary sense of deja vu, the half-orc shook his head to clear his thoughts. The sense of deja vu soon past as the memory faded into his subconscious.


Siam stepped into the chamber looking at her estranged rescuers and caught side of the body of Lareth lying at the feet of the ranger, Marcus. She had witness the ranger; first hand strike the priest down with a mighty blow of his great axe. The single blow had felled the priest by severing his head from his shoulders. The young rogue peered over at the severed head that had fallen to the ground; lifeless eyes stared back at her.  Something did not feel right! Her investigated nature raised questions about the scene before her and what had transpired moments before.

“Something was wrong, this had been too easy,” thought Siam. She had witness the priest’s prowess in combat and that of his priestly powers.

“He was Lolth’s favoured, Lolth’s chosen, yet he now lay dead, why?” she thought.


Marcus stood, bloodied axe in hand. His armour covered in sticky warm blood and gore. The body of the priest lay on the floor before him.

He was stunned at what had taken place as he thought back to what had taken place. The unholy energy cast by the priest, Lareth had ripped through his body, causing him immense pain. The thought of it caused his stomach to cramp and his muscles to tense; he could still taste the acidic-sour taste of bile in his mouth.

He recalled how the druid had been the first to fall in the battle. Marcus knew instinctively that he had to kill the priest, or they would all die or worse would come to them at the hand of the priest.

Before the ranger knew what he was doing he was charging in the room, then the Lareth was in front of him. Without thinking his axe rained down in arc fuelled by pure rage and pain. He felt his axe sever the priest’s head from his shoulders in a single clean blow. A crimson fountain of blood exploded from the priest severed neck, as the head toppled to the ground a short distance away.


Kneeling Siam examined the fallen body of the priest, intrigued on how the man had died by the hand of the ranger. It was only after she managed to move the priest body did she notice the small dart caught in one of the many folds of his cloak. Lifting the dead man’s shoulder the young rogue spotted a puncture wound in the base of what was left of the priest’s neck.


Black Wolf gathered what he needed. The alarm had been triggered, which meant he had little time left.

“Minge … fetch the woman” ordered Black Wolf as he adjusted his armour and holstered his mace in his belt, “Bring her to the caverns.”

“As you bid Master Wolf,” said Minge the Halfling. “… and Master your guests have arrived. Should I bring them to the caverns too?” asked the Halfling.

“Yes and make it with haste,” replied Black Wolf, “Oh and Minge when I am done, burn this place to the ground. My work here is done.” said Black Wolf as an afterthought as he strode from the room.


The half-orc felt a sting on the back of his neck, as he turned to follow the young woman into the room. With each step his legs felt heavier. He tried to call out for help but found that he couldn’t. Taking another laboured step forward the half orc felt his joints stiffen as fell forward to crash into the floor.

“OH crap!” was the last thought he had before everything went black.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

LEGACY the Path of Heroes - Session 012

TEMPLE OF ELEMENTAL EVIL
SESSION 012 - The Fall of the Moathouse


WATERDAY, 05 NEEDFEST (MID WINTER) 579CY
Darius listened to the Cuthbertine priest as he recalled how he had been captured and thrown into the small store room. Shepherd realised he had been fool to have tried to infiltrate the moathouse on his own as he explained how he was captured. It had almost cost him his life, if it hadn’t been for his rescuers, he was sure to have been Lubash’s next meal.
 

The battle with the undead ogre had been grim and everyone was on edge. Duerin stood with his back to the dead ogre’s body, in silent prayer to St. Cuthbert.They had learned from Shepherd that the undead ogre that they had slain was called Lubash. Shepherd told of how they had defeated the ogre; when he, Anmar, Calodan and Siam had entered the moathouse months earlier. The undead ogre had to have been of Lareths creation. 

The Cuthbertine priest stressed that he needed to return to Hommlet to speak to Canon Terjon as the situation was dire. Shepherd told his rescuers what he knew of the moathouse before returning to Hommlet. 


Markus and his companions found little of use in the slayed dead ogre’s chamber. It took some time, but after a thorough search they discovered a secret door. Erehwon stepped forward speaking a cautionary warning to his companions, saying that it would be best if he checked the secret door first before anyone step through.
 
Erehwon examined the secret door; his trained eye looking for any sort of mechanism that his hands might have missed that would activate the trap. Nothing! He was satisfied that the door was safe to open. The half-orc gently pressed the small latch that would release the secret door, with an audible click the door sprang open flooding the room with an oppressive smell that took the companions breathe away. Erehwon stepped back overcome by nausea from the overbearing smell.
 

Lady Madeline stood up from her prison floor. Her once fine dress now layered in dirt and grime. Her face still hurt from the beating she had received from Roderic. She looked at the door as she heard the key turn in the lock of her cell door. Light flooded into the small chamber as the door swung open, silhouetting the two figures that stood before her.
 
“Bring her to my chambers … Minge,” said a strong feminine voice, using the Halfling’s name as an afterthought; before taking her leave.
 
The smaller one of the two stepped forward, “As you wish,” replied the halfling. Madeline grimaced as the halfling grabbed her; the smell from the halfling stifled her breath as he dragged her from her cell. 


Footfalls could be heard approaching the passage that the companions had opened the door to. A strong scent of sweet and dog evident in the air … 


Siam’s eyes opened. 

She could feel cold stone beneath her scantily clad body, her hands manacled to chains fastened to the wall behind her. The chamber was bathed in darkness. Siam could hear nothing else over her heartbeat. Overcoming her fear the young rogue calmed herself and within a few minutes she could her the gentle sound of water lapping up against stone nearby.