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).
Atlantic Mage Tower Annex
Sea Witch Tavern
Hearthfire Village
Magincian Zokalo
Last night the RBG regiments came together at the capital to figure out our next move in regards to the missing merchant ship, the USS Odyssey. Lord Arthur Morais is a noble of the capital city thus the Crown is very interested in his safe return to the King’s court… when and if he’s found … as well as the safety of the citizens that are at the Lord’s employ that hail from various cities throughout the Kingdom. Understanding that our efforts have been focused on finding our missing monarch, we cannot ignore the safety of our citizens. Our King would not want that. So we must press on to search for the Odyssey and its crew.
The USS Odyssey is a large, class A Britannian Ship that carries a crew of 14, plus its Captain, Lord Arthur Morais. It flies the Britannia Standard for all registered, thus protected, merchant ships that operate in the Kingdom’s seas. The crew list is as follows:
We have a good lead from a small artisanal fisher boat that saw a large ship with a bunch of what looked like prisoners shackled leaving the scene of a scuttle. They managed to change course and stay undetected and hurried home to Trinsic. From their descriptions, the large pirate ship flew a flag that is awfully similar to the soulbound pirates that make up the crew of Corgul’s forces. Corgul’s army is vast and strong, a very recognizable standard for most sea dwellers; one they try to avoid at all costs. But a ship the size of the Odyssey would have issue to escape from the grasp of one of Corgul’s monster-sized pirate ships.
The Twin Prisms
