“Finally, we got somewhere.”

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.


Rising in what we assumed was the next morning (Our third day down here. I hope we begin to move more quickly, else I will grow old before I have made a name for myself!), I fashioned Splug a harness out of the belt we found yesterday, for him to ride in and be kept out of the way in battle. We cannot keep healing him every time he decides to die. Once he had been ‘purified’ by the wizard (I wasn’t going to touch him after his night of…passionate reading…without some kind of a bath), he was permitted to climb on. Splug eagerly added details to his map, specifically information about a one Sir Keegan’s tomb, in thanks for our not allowing Splug to stay dead. Sir Keegan’s name was familiar to myself, Corrina, E’ee and Eldaar, having been mentioned to us by Lord Padrig when we were first asked to resolve matters in the Kobold’s lair and beyond.

Forcing open the door to this Sir Keegan’s final resting place (although I had my suspicions regarding exactly how much rest he was getting considering the state of the rest of the place), I suspected we were in for a most annoying fight. Following more sedately after a headlong charging Immeral, we found ourselves surrounded by more of the same skeletons who had tried to hug my face off the night prior – seriously, what is with this place?
Overactive pile of dog bones.

In hindsight, I should have simply allowed Immeral to charge off and be overcome by the skeletons. Would certainly have saved us all a fair amount of frustration and effort. But I digress – once we’d made sure all of the skeleton attackers were once again unmoving, we proceeded further into the antechamber and discovered two identical altars, bearing the inscription:
“The Platinum Dragon is my Rock, my Fortress and my Deliverer. He is my Stronghold, my Refuge and my Armor against the Foes of Life. I need only kneel and offer him my praise.”

E’ee knelt down to inspect the inscriptions and as he reached out a hand to trace the lettering with a finger, they simultaneously shattered into pieces. Poking amidst the rubble, Corrina and Eldaar unearthed six figurines of Bahamut, 3 silver and 3 platinum – all emitting a soft glow. I wrapped them gently, reverently, into a soft strip of cloth and placed them into Eldaar’s quiver for closer inspection later.

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Uncertain of what we would find within Sir Keegan’s tomb itself, we pushed the door open slowly and peered in. It appeared to be an room, empty except for a stone sarcophagus on a raised dais on the far side of the room.Immeral, pushed his way through the door and being as impetuous as usual, climbed up the steps of the dais and reached for the sarcophagus’ lid. (How has he not gotten himself killed by now? How have *I* not killed him by now??)
As he touched it, it disappeared in an explosion of dust, swirling into the shape of what we took to be a spectral representation of Sir Keegan. Spectral or not, when he spoke, his words resonated through the very marrow of my bones. He drew his sword and dropped back into a fighter’s stance:

“The Rift must never be opened. State your intentions or die!”

Corrina instinctively opened her mouth with a snarky reply and Sir Keegan roared in anger and stepped towards us, raising his sword. Only the timely use of my incredible diplomatic skills prevented what would probably result in a massacre on the spot. E’ee helped a little too.

Holding one hand out in supplication, I quickly pulled out the parchment fragment we had found two days previous, the one written by Wrinkle’s daughter. “My lord, not only has the Rift begun to open, but we six have stepped through it and seen the devastation wrought on the other side…” I went on to explain that in addition to traveling through the Rift, we had also discovered artifacts which seem keyed to us individually, and pointing to each of my companions in turn, I named the item they had brought back with them.

Sir Keegan’s specter appeared troubled by the information. He said nothing for several long moment, gazing expectantly at each of my companions, as if waiting for them to prompt him with the correct question.

Both Immeral and Callista attempted questions of their own, but received no response, ultimately contributing nothing more than hot air. Corrina, being smart for a change, did her best to melt into the shadows, so as not to draw Sir Keegan’s attention or ire again. I took the lead again when his attention returned to me, pressing further his knowledge on how we could possibly close the Rift. He answered me with action, producing from seemingly nowhere a very solid scroll. I accepted it from him, and as I pulled the scroll from his hands, Sir Keegan began to disintegrate, his final words echoing in our minds long after he had faded away.

“The dimensions’ have shifted in their orbits, the Rift will open again…”

We unrolled the scroll and discovered a map unlike any other we’d seen before. On it were circles that overlapped with others circles, while others stood alone with nothing apparently nearby. Our own world of Terris was included, overlapping two other circles though I recognize not their names. I also located Carcasia, halfway across the map of whatever. The remaining names unknown to me and a quick glance at the others assured me of their ignorance – all except E’ee. Again, the Wizard appears to know more than he is willing to volunteer. I will have to question him on this.

I believe I need to have another conversation with Wrinkle. I will seek his council when we return to Winterhaven.

“Can’t Keep a Good Goblin Down.”

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.


We spent the night barricaded between Ballgrab’s room and the hallway that lead to the torture chamber. There was some initial squabbling about perhaps actually sleeping in the Goblins beds, but I reminded them of the stinking carcass of Ballgrab in one and what we’d found the Goblin doing on of the other beds, and even Callista stopped whining to turn green at the thought. After we’d thrown the Goblin bodies into one of the side storage rooms, we set about splitting up the group’s gold and findings to appease the damned Rogue and Ranger. Put my accountings into such a state, but it kept the peace for several hours as every one played with their new goodies. Materialistic, good for nothing…

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It’s strange to think that we have spent two nights down here already. It feels like we live a lifetime each day. I used the extra time to log our fights from yesterday, and we are again caught up to date. I must put this to the side for the moment, I must finish oiling my armor before we being for the day.

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In other news, Splug is useless and his screaming is grating on my ears. Yet I cannot bring myself to end his useless existence. He has done us no wrong so far, and continues to provide the odd bit of information and detail on his scribbled map, even if it is only given upon threat of violence. I have taken to filling in my own details amongst his and will shortly compile my own map, free of scribbles and dried blood.

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We returned to the stairs we’d ignored yesterday and made our way down into a dark cavern, where we discovered RATS scuttling across the ceiling! Imagine! Creatures like that should not think to raise them selves so high, no matter how big or grippy their claws are. But perhaps they learned to do so to escape the OCHRE JELLY that E’ee, Eldaar and Callista discovered and disposed of.

Corrina and I, taking another path through the room, had discovered a large set of stone doors, sealed shut, with a warning for all to keep out. So while the others were clearing the final rats out of the room (and as Corrina keeps reminding us, “Looking for all the damn loot!”), what does the ridiculous Paladin do? He marches right over, boasting at his great strength and before any could raise an objection, he throws the doors open wide. Idiot.

Corrina and Eldaar joined us and seem to be on good terms once again. I confess, this has set warning bells off in the back of my mind. I will once again have to keep an eye on them both – when they were in disagreement, I could at least count on them to be focused on getting back at each other…

Through the open doors, we found a flight of steps leading down to a pool of water of some indeterminate depth, with a small island with several interesting looking items. Instead of wading across directly, E’ee exercised the first bit of intelligence shown by this group of fools today, and used a handy spell to left a message container towards us. A good thing too, as he did this a blue, gooish creature made of slime slurped out of the depths of the pool and attacked. It managed to get one good hit in and not only stunned the lot of us, but Splug was knocked off his perch on my back and was thrown back into a wall, where he cracked his skull wide open and died. We managed to bring him back once we’d dispatched the slime, and I’ve promised him his porn when we stop for the night. His spirits visibly improved at this, and the incessant wailing about the ‘darkness’ he says he saw stopped. My ears are thankful.

The message container had 2 sheets of vellum within, both handwritten in the Common tongue:

The first:
“Remember, don’t wet the nodule – unless Kalarel is not receptive to the offer. Then, only wet it from a distance, and then, turn and run. Water will bring the creature of out of it’s dormancy, and it will consume anything it can reach.”

The second:
“Greetings, Kalarel. I have recently learned of your activity in the area and have an offer for you, during your time in this region, if you should capture any humanoids, we are eager to buy them. We have duergar allies in Thunderspire in need of slave stock. If you are interested, send an envoy back to me. My messengers will show the way.
Signed,
Chief Krand of the Bloodreavers.

I believe it may be in Lord Padrig’s best interests that we make these findings known to him upon our return to Winterhaven.

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We returned to the cavern and Eldaar and Corring led us to a corridor they’d discovered, at the end of which we could disern a disturbing insect like noise. As we approached the end of the hall, Immeral nearly fell down an exposed floortrap. At the bottom of it, we could see a KRUTHICK who had apparently fallen to it’s death. Both E’ee and Corrina attempted to move it’s body with no success, and eventually we lowered Splug on a rope in order to get anywhere. He says it was the one who locked him up for stealing the ale rations, so I suppose that’s something. He retrieved a belt and pouch with a few pieces of gold and a few health vials. Corrina asked to be allowed to keep the pouch, and Immeral supported the claim, calling it a “great olive branch”. Why I was pressured to offer such a sign, I’m not sure, but I handed the pouch over. I intend to hold this over their heads the next time they piss me off or Corrina wants something.
The gold however went into the group’s stockpiled money.

We set about clearing out the KRUTHICK who were ensconced in the room, taking care to step around additional floor traps. The damn KRUTHICK have been burrowing through the walls and I am leery as to the stability of this place. I would rather not be here for any longer that is absolutely required. I have no intention of dying with such poor company as this.

Finding ourselves at a dead end, we retraced our steps to where we first entered the ruins, the room with the pit of the flambéed rats. From there, we entered the last set of unopened doors and down yet another flight of stairs, ending in a room with 2 closed doors. Stepping further into the room, we found ourselves face to face with undead humanoids, four easily killed once I disentangled myself from the one which face glomped me. The undead should have the decency to STAY dead. At this point, we decided once again to stop for the night. Since we had a rather large opening to guard, we placed the Wizard and Ranger on duty. First useful thing the Ranger has done for us…

It’s worth noting that during the play session, Splug *was* actually killed. We were so freaked out by this that the DM allowed a special “hand wave,” to allow Calista’s relic to preform a miracle. Apparently, the goblin had grown on us, just a little.

“Get the Fuck of my Tail Splug.”

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 Goblin’s name is apparently SPLUG. I can only wonder at the rest of his family’s names.

At any rate, Splug has “detailed” several rooms on this floor for us, including the set belonging to the GOBLIN in charge, BALLGRAB. (I could make a decent guess at this favourite past time I bet.)
We have decided to ignore him for the moment, and clear out the dig site as indicated on SPLUG’s map. Of course, SPLUG doesn’t know what it is that they were digging for, nor did he ever thing to ask. I seriously question his mental capacity. I personally suspect that if it is anything like what we saw being excavated outside the waterfall, that having the Goblins in charge of whatever it is, it will only provide more resistance for us. I am not one to back down from a challenge, but why try to beat your head against a brick wall?

We managed to make our way without any surprises down the black corridor to the dig site, and I transferred SPLUG to CALLISTA the SORCERESS’s oversight, in case of any attacks against my own personage were scored. I suspect we will need him again, while we remain down here, though what we will do with him once we’re finished, I know not. We can’t exactly allow him to run around unauthorized, and I doubt, if his previous incarceration is any evidence, that he would be able to become a productive member of any normal society…

As CALLISTA took him, I over heard her coyly say that he should help her, or else she would touch him inappropriately. Tieflin slut.

The fight also concerned me – not because it was difficult or anything, but because it pit me against my own kind. I have heard many a tale of DRAKES turning against Dragonborn but never before have I experience this myself. They maybe a lesser race, but to turn against their own cousins? Even their puny little life formed minds should rebel at the thought – just further proof at how wrong things have become.

Once we’d finished fighting, we, well, I transferred SPLUG back to my waist. I don’t trust Callista to keep her hands to herself. The WIZARD E’EE (what a strange name…) found a spell on one of the Goblin corpses with which he could enchant my sword to grant us light. We paused, deciding where to go next, peering down a previously unseen corridor which seemed to lead to a cavern while the others collected themselves. The idiotic Rogue and Paladin were drinking healing brews and binding wounds. Both of them had managed to misjudge a simple gap and had fallen almost a story in height and then taken additional damage while they lay incapacitated.

I expected no better from Immeral but Corrina seriously deserves to be brought down a level or two…arrogant bastard. Bitch. Goddamn it!

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What happened next is something I must reflect on further.
Deciding we were unwilling to leave our backs unprotected against a known enemy while we investigated what down the new corridor was making an odd rattling noise, we turned our attentions to the GOBLIN LEADER, BALLGRAB. SPLUG had indicated that there was a hidden passageway that lead from the corridor we currently stood in, directly to the creature’s bedroom.

After some redundant arguments about who should go first, Corrina and E’ee moved surprisingly quietly down the small hallway and into position at the foot of the disgusting thing’s bed. Corrina raised her crossbow and fired, but the bolt went way wide. As I rolled my eyes and pushed my way into the room to try and prevent the inevitable bloody brawl, E’ee lifted his hand and there was a simultaneous flash of fire from his outreached hand and a blazing white light exploded from Corrina’s crossbow. Suitably impressed, I turned to commend them for such excellence, but the look of utter shock on both their faces was enough for me to believe they had no idea what had happened either. Fluke or not, BALLGRAB was disposed of and Corrina, Immeral and I made quick work of the room’s only other occupant, a GOBLIN guard literally caught with his pants down, mouth agape at what we’d just done. SPLUG claims the guard was looking at porn (ewwwwwwww!!) and begged and whined and cried to be allowed to keep it. (Again, ewwwwwwwwwww.) I picked it up by a corner of it’s cover and wrapped it in some extra cloth found in the Ranger’s Quiver, and then had him store the entire thing. If SPLUG continues to prove to be useful, perhaps he can have it as a…reward. Ew.

As I was handling the…porn, E’ee and Corrina had dived into BALLGRAB’s personal footlocker, and while there was no objection to E’ee helping himself to a new want, ELDAAR the RANGER raised loud objections to Corrina helping herself to ALL the gold the chest contained. The two of them are truly no better than children.

Moving out of the bedroom, we found ourselves in a small anti-room with two branching corridors, with doors on each corridor. A small group of GOBLINS who appeared to be playing cards were quickly dispatched, when ELDAAR opened his mouth and began once again to loudly complaining to any and all that Corrina be made to share the gold from BALLGRAB’s foot locker. Before I could knock their heads together as Corrina started to pipe up in reply, the doors in each of the hallways were thrown open, and we found ourselves surrounded. The traitorous and cowardly Corrina fled back to BALLGRAB’s chamber, leaving us to fight the GOBLINS pouring out of both rooms. She better hope I don’t get my hands on her when we’re done, or else she’ll be hanging upside down by her right ankle in the iron maiden in the torture room.

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Callista has managed to return order to the group at least momentarily by getting the Rogue and Ranger to ‘kiss and make up’, provided that we split the compiled gold amongst ourselves fairly. (The little we’ve found we’ve been storing in Eldaar’s quiver, keeping a running tally every night and morning, to ensure that no one is stealing – not that this practice has stopped Corrina from leveling the accusations against Eldaar and myself. The Elf I understand, I wouldn’t trust him either, but to accuse me? The girl clearly has a death wish.

Silly, materialistic creatures. Elves and Halfings are absolutely useless races.