Commander Gwendolen Kincade

Michael of Moonglow

General Mors Gotha

Blackrock Dome

Gwendolen Kincade, Commander of the Royal Britannian Guard, assembled the forces of the Royal Guard this evening in the Warrior’s Guild across the bridge from the West Britain Bank.  After asking for a report of anything new in the land, Commander Kincade announced some grim news.  “The eastmost guard tower [in Britain] has become enclosed by a blackrock dome!”  The dome was completely enclosed by the dome which, as Kincade noted, had suddenly appeared, though, “Luckily, nobody was inside.”  Charged to investigate it, the assembled guard traveled via gate to the nearby guard tower.

Sure enough, the guard tower in south-eastern Britain had been completely encased in a blackrock dome.  Michael of Moonglow, a frequent aid to the Crown, was present, casting divining spells to determine the source of the dome.  As he stood near the dome, Michael cast a spell, “Vas An Lor Ylem Wis.”  Whatever he may have learned, he looked worried.  Of course, one of the assembled guard, one Mr.Bubbles, could not resist attempting to cast Armageddon.  “Vas Kal An Mani In Corp Hur Tym!” Bubbles cried out, but thankfully, he failed to ignite the assembled dome.  Michael of Moonglow, meanwhile, attempted to dig beneath the dome, determining that it was unlikely wise to dig under it.  Attempting to divine more, Michael switched to another spell.  “Vas An Lor Ylem Wis.”  Finally exhausted by results, Michael noted, “It reminds me of the other artifacts Blackthorn asked me to look at… That I shouldn’t talk about.  This was summoned.”  With that bit of news, Ra’Dian Fl’Gith, one of the Royal Guardsmen, stated, “I wonder if the strange woman who came through the gate last week might know anything.”  Michael followed that by adding that the dome was growing, but moving around things, like a plague beast, “So it won’t crush our buildings.  Just enclose them all.”  It was then that he suggested contacting the other blackrock expert.  “Please don’t tell me you mean that damn necromancer?” Galen of the Guard asked.

Unfortunately for the assembly, it turned out that Michael had indeed been suggesting Damion, who was in Umbra.  Damion was at first very busy, unwilling to pay much attention to the assembled guards, but when mention was made of the blackrock dome, he was immediately intersted.  As soon as Damion agreed to help though, members of the Bastion of Light assaulted the assembled team.  Though they were fairly quickly felled, Damion was stabbed during the altercation.  Damion survived, but was visibly shaken and angry that his aiding the Royal Britannian Guard nearly got him killed, but he seemed ready to help anyway, perhaps out of spite to those who had attacked him.  Returning with what few blackrock shards remained, and revealing that the mysterious woman from the previous week had been seen during the scuffle, he incanted a spell upon them.  “Kal Por Vas Wis Ylem.”

The splinters of blackrock on the ground began to tremble to an inhuman voice.  “Soon… soon… this world as with all others…” the voice spoke.  Suddenly a woman’s voice joined in with the chant.  “Vas In Jux An Lor Ylem!”  Suddenly the splinters on the ground formed themselves into a small dome.  “In Ort Tym Vas Rel Por!  In Ort Tym Vas Rel Por!” the chanting continued.  The splinters then began to swirl as if controlled by the magics of a moongate.  They then began to slither around on the ground like a snake, finally standing up and clumping into something resembling a mountain range.  The splinters then drifted to the side, forming a camp in a valley before scattering as though a wind had blown them apart.

Camp of Mors Gotha

“That wasn’t helpful,” Damion noted, “but I recognized the mountains.”  With a quick gate, the Royal Britannian Guard was off to the Serpentspine Mountains, where they quickly found the mysterious woman’s camp, and a few members of the Bastion of Light.  “An attack?” the woman called out upon sight of the Guard, “I will not allow anyone to disrupt my plans!”  Though the Bastion was again defeated, the mysterious woman was not yet done with her tricks.  “I will slay you with a creature born of my will!” she called out, and then cast, “Vas Corp Por Ort Xen!”  Suddenly an energy vortex of great proportion appeared, and though it proved a worthy challenge, so too was it felled.  “I am outnumbered,” the mysterious woman cried out, “but soon my legions will storm this world!  You will face the wrath of Mors Gotha!”

As Mors Gotha departed, a tome was found which read:  A month ago, one of the lost prisms called to us through the Void, screaming out as it was shattered.  They had been lost in time and space for so long, taken and hidden by our enemy, Hawkwind.  They were on an [sic] world that had not fallen to our shadows and demons.  I would go to be an emissary, to bring a [sic] unremarkable world into the fold.  I prepared an army to come with me when I opened the door wider.  Whoever they are, they managed to slam the gateway shut at the last moment, but not before I could slip inside.  Most of them weak, with pathetic magics, but I hav seen signs of powers.  I must bind a spell to this place to ensure our invasion plans.  The spell will grown in time, fed by the Ethereal Void, into a great blackrock dome.  Vas In Jux An Lor Ylem!  If I stay here, even with these allies, I risk my spell being undone.  I must escape back through the gateway.  For that I need a gem and another spell to unlock the door and keep it open.  I will open the door near my blackrock dome.  In Ort Tym Vas Rel Por!

Nightmare of the Eight Worlds

Realizing that most of her text had come to pass, the Royal Guard rushed back to the blackrock dome, only to find Mors Gotha there casting her spell.  “In Ort Tym Vas Rel Por!”  With a sudden rush, what can only be described as a worldgate opened.  Through the shimmering gateway, many worlds could be seen, and it was clear that Mors Gotha was about to make her grand escape.  Suddenly a massive creature, a Nightmare of the Eight Worlds, apparently born of the void itself, came crashing through and began to attack the assembled guard.  The massive, shadowy beast flashed all over the place, flames licking the grounds and guards, fiery wrath exploding everywhere, and many of the Guard struggled to fell the foul beast.  A long, hard fought battle with the beast eventually resulted in victory, and the assembled Guard immediately turned its attention back to Mors Gotha.

The Worldgate

“You have defeated two-bit demons and whispers on the wind,” Gotha taunted.  “You have not faced me.  I am General Mors Gotha.”  As she touched the dome, Gotha added, “I created this.  But it is evidence of my power.  Do not assume you are in the same league as me.  Soon…”  As she spoke her final words, she again touched the dome, and then entered the worldgate.  Shortly after her departure, the gate exploded in a rain of fire, closing.

With little else to do, the Royal Britannian Guard returned to report to Commander Kincade, where it was agreed the realm should be on high alert.  Kincade noted, “Michael and I will consult with the king and determine our next steps regarding the dome.”  Whatever threats Mors Gotha had made in passing back to her own realm, surely the last had not been seen of her.

The Royal Spies meet on most Tuesdays at 8:00 PM (Central) beneath the Britain Counselors Hall in West Britain (near the bridge leading to King Blackthorn’s Castle). Everyone is invited to attend these events. The next meeting of the Royal Spies will be on 5 February 2013 at 8:00 PM (Central).

Damon the Necromancer

Jeremy the Jeweler

Last evening, Royal Spymaster Magnus Grey summoned the Royal Spies in order to continue working with Damion the Necromancer on the issue concerning the blackrock prism.  For the safety of Britain, King Blackthorn ordered the experiment be conducted in the nearby graveyard to prevent any unexpected and undue casualties.  Meeting with Damion in the graveyard, the Spies were quickly greeted by his usual “cheerful” countenance.  “I can’t work under these conditions,” Damion spouted off to the nearby spies.  He then revealed, “This prism isn’t the right shape.”  With a little prompting from the nearby Spies, Damion suggested heading to a jeweler at Britain’s own A Girl’s Best Friend, and Martyna Z’muir, one of the Assistant Royal Spymasters, picked up the blackrock prism and headed off to do just that.

Upon arrival, Z’muir and the remainder of the Royal Spies herded into the east Britain jewelery shop, but were quickly asked outside by Jeremey the Jeweler, who was most certainly finding it difficult to breathe with so many people suddenly inside.  Z’muir revealed that the prism needed to be cut, and while surprised, Jeremy did not seem to be beyond the task.  “May I ask what it is for?” Jeremy inquired.  “Um… It’s something special,” was Z’muir’s response.  Several others had various answers, but Jeremy seemed satisfied as he inspected the prism further.  “This piece hasn’t been cut,” he noted, “Like it was a single crystal.”  Looking it over carefully, Jeremy agreed that he could make it into a perfect diamond shape, but asked for the sum of 5,000 gold coins to cover his time and expenses in doing so.  Several of the Royal Spies rushed off to return and pay him — likely paying him more than he had asked for.  Once paid, he instructed the Royal Spies to give him a half-hour to complete the work.

Returning to Damion, the Royal Spies informed him that the piece was being worked on.  “I guess we should do the other missing piece then,” Damion announced, and then revealed that he needed a book from a dead person of “great power” that had conveniently left a book that would have instructions on “transfering world-shaking magics around.”  This required a journey into the bowels of Malas’s dungeon Doom.  Wading through the usual habitants of the vile place, Damion and the Spies worked their way to the southwest corner of Doom, passing through unusual guardians that seemed to indicate the group was nearing the tomb of the powerful mage, Unthar.  Once the Tomb of Unthar was secured, Damion removed the lid from the sarcophagus.  Unthar, now a lich, asked, “Who dares trspass in my tomb?” but quickly caught sight of Damion and called out, “Traitor!”  While the Spies were quick to dispatch Unthar, Damion warned they should quickly leave, as Unthar would mend himself in short time.  Tome in hand, Damion and the Spies returned to Britain, there, Damion sending the Spies back to collect the prism.

Unthar’s Tomb

Martyna Z’muir led the charge back to A Girl’s Best Friend, where a rather angry jeweler awaited them.  “How dare you use me for your king’s foul magic!” Jeremy the Jeweler cried out.  “The king’s blackrock prisms.  Everyone must have heard about them but me.  Another trick by ‘king’ Blackthorn.”  Though some gathered tried to diffuse the situation, others served to press the issue, and Jeremy finally yelled, “We won’t allow Britannia to fall into Chaos!”  Members of the Bastion of Light then appeared and a skirmish quickly broke outside of the jewelers.  Once dispatched, Damion showed up, and was immediately accused of setting the Spies up for a fall.  “I want an apology,” Damion demanded.  Entering the jeweler’s, the prism was found by Damion, who, giving up on an apology, said, “I don’t like you.  You don’t like me.  But we need to finish this stupid ritual so we can be apart.”

Prism Ritual

Returning to Britain’s graveyard, the ritual involving the prisms finally began, with Damion and some of the braver Royal Spies chanting, “Vas Ex Por Ort In Ylem Por.”  Swirling vortices of unleashed void energy ripped through the area, interrupting the casting of the spell, but again, the Royal Spies held fast.  Another casting of the spell, more void energies, and then a gigantic explosion wrapped up the ritual, a gate appearing in the center of the blackrock pieces, and there, standing, looking quite shocked, stood a myserious woman who regained her bearings, and then immediately fled.  Clad in chain and plate armors, donning a violet cloak, no more was seen of her as the Royal Spies lost her in a frantic chase throughout the graveyard.  When asked who she was, Damion responded, “I don’t know… but she isn’t from here,” but as the Royal Spies were chasing her, he cast a spell to dispel the gate through which she had come.

Mysterious Woman

Lord Blackthorn appeared shortly after, and gathered the pieces of the blackrock prisms, asking the Royal Spies to escort him and the pieces back to the hidden vault. “I will look into these prisms more,” Blackthorn announced as the pieces were again secure, “and the stranger who entered Britannia.” King Blackthorn then returned the Spies to their normal duties, asking them to report in to the Royal Spymaster.

The debriefing wrapped up the eve’s mission with the assembled spies reporting on what had transpired throughout the night. Before dismissal, Lady Sarah Paumera had an announcement of her own to make: On Saturday at 8:00pm CST, Lady Louisa Clark will lead the annual celebration of the journey of the great explorer, Brialla of the Seven Tears. Meet in front of Empath Abbey and be sure to wear a monk robe. You can purchase a monk’s robe for a nominal sum from the monks at the Yew Winery. At the end of the walk, anyone who would like to may read a story they have written. The best stories will be placed in the Award Hall.

The Royal Spies meet on most Tuesdays at 8:00 PM (Central) beneath the Britain Counselors Hall in West Britain (near the bridge leading to King Blackthorn’s Castle). Everyone is invited to attend these events. The next meeting of the Royal Spies will be on 29 January 2013 at 8:00 PM (Central).