“Curiosity Nearly Kills the Callista!”

In 2010, I created a D&D character known as E’kai Komataree, a 4th Edition Dragonborn Paladin-then Warlord-then Hybrid Warlord/Paladin for a homebrew campaign.
What follows is E’kai’s personal journal which was originally started as a recap of the previous play session (we were only playing once a month), but then transitioned into a way for me to expand her character.

Our group of adventurers find a gate to another world and artifacts that bring forth memories of past lives…Destinies that have yet to be fulfilled.


The moment we realized we could hear the faint noises associated with a dungeon again, the rattle of bones as insects picked them clean, the scurry of rats across the floor, Eldaar was spazzing out and dashed down an unknown hallway, past a surprised Callista (who had chosen that very moment to finally grace us with her presence), and immediately got himself sucked through a vortex. For one who is constantly expounding the virtues of precise movement and action, the Ranger has a hefty impulsive streak. I wonder if he is possessed by a demon that splits his personality in someway…?

Introductions were briefly made between Callista and Kkestral. It brought a smile to my face to note that her circlet appeared to still be embedded in her skin. We waited for several long moments to verify Eldaar wasn’t going to reappear, before starting down the same hallway he’d disappeared along. Reaching a crossroad of rooms we picked a door at random, it opened into darkness. Peering into the visible nothingness, E’ee spoke softly and made a small gesture, and gradually the room brightened to reveal a stone statue of a warrior in the center of the room that rose 20 feet upwards. Along one side of the room were two statues of dragons, and across from us stood 4 cherubs holding vases, standing guard around the other exit to the room.

I stepped around E’ee into the room and made my way to the statue, carefully stepping around signs of disturbed dust at the base. I craned my neck back to inspect the well preserved face of the statue, and noted the similar facial features to that of LORD PADARIG. Behind me, E’ee, Callista and Kkestral moved into the room, but before Callista could step into the room, the door we’d just entered through slammed shut, the bolts rammed home.

Before we could even finish turning to look at the slammed door, Callista and Eldaar appeared simultaneously, stumbling out of a vortex that opened between the two dragon statues. As we were wheeling around to look at them, a horrendous grinding sound of stone on stone was heard and the statue behind me began to move, winding up it’s sword to strike.

We encircled the statue’s base and as I pulled back, I observed a panel on the back of the statue that looked slightly loosened. I pointed it out to Corrina and she nodded decisively, tumbling through the statues legs and prying off the panel, went to work on the exposed gear system, claiming it would take only a few minutes.
Before the statue could turn to attack Corrina, we committed to throwing our best at the statue, dodging the swinging sword as necessary. Several minutes later, Corrina let out a whoop of success, and with another bone grinding sound of stone on stone, the statue came to a stop, the sword an inch away from me.
E’ee threw a last bolt of magic and the sword shuddered, dropping to impacting the ground beside me with such force that I could feel the reverberation through my very bones; I staggered back a step.

Callista and Kkestral drifted towards the cherub statues, and Kkestral leaned in close to inspect the runes inscribed on the vase held on the cherubs shoulders. “Water…in arcane.” Her curiosity satisfied, Kkestral wandered away.

Turning from the sword I observed Callista reaching out to touch the vases and I went to move towards her, arm out stretched as if to stop her. “Maybe we shouldn’t …” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before a force field had snapped up, separating Callista from the rest of us, and water began pouring from the vases. I released an enormous sigh and clapped my previously outstretched hand to my face. “Yup. Told you so…”

Kkestral, thinking perhaps to cut a hole in the force field, stuck her sword into it, but found it got stuck. I moved forward to stand beside her, and aimed a javelin at the closest vase, ramming it through the field but shattering the vase successfully. The javelin remained stuck in field, and water poured slightly faster from the three remaining vases. The water level had already risen to Callista’s knees.

Kkestral bravely stepped through the force field, to help if necessary. Or more likely die beside Callista. She wouldn’t exactly float with all that armor.

E’ee took aim at one of the far vases, cracking but not shattering it. Callista and Corrina each smashed two vases in quick succession, with the water level now up around Corrina’s chest and getting close to Kkestral’s neck. It fell in an endless torrent from the remaining vase. Eldaar took aim but missed, only chipping paint. With his next bolt of energy, E’ee smashed the final vase. Immediately, the force field dropped and the contained water rushed out over our feet.

Crap, I have to go. I turned away from the others, my claws scrabbling over my armor to find some way to release it. Almost without noticing, one of my claws found purchase on a piece that felt slightly differently and with a little extra pressure, released. A sudden WHOOSH of escaping air, the front of my armor moved forward as one piece, then split down the middle and moved to each side, shifting me forward slightly, to stand on the ground in bare feet.

My jaw dropped and I was suddenly very glad I was facing a corner. What the hell had happened to my shift? Wrinkle was a perverted old man. I shifted back and the armor closed around me again. Uh…well that was going to require some serious inspection later.

I turn around to confused stares, shrugged and ignored them all, striding to the door between the cherubs and throwing it open. I’d have to deal with it later when I was alone and could examine my armor better. At least I wasn’t feeling so tired anymore.

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As soon as we moved through the door, we were immediately attacked by stupid skeletons. Awesome. Moar undead. I freakin’ hate this place.

We committed to battle and my companions began throwing magic willy-nilly. In quick succession I was shocked and then burned – magic and close quarters is never a good recipe. E’ee launched a fantastic crackling ball of magic, electricity shot through my feet, traveling up my body and clicking my jaws together. If I managed to survive my companion’s idiocy, I might just survive the rest of this stupid place…