Oceans of Gold

A Summary of Hammerfast, by Kyle

Good things happened, then some bad things happened.

Then a dwarf tried to hit Naevarra and Vasher did this.

And now everyone is in prison except Garret.

An excerpt

And excerpt from the Diary of Princess Naivara Lightshield dated 23th walk of her 122 year

Dearest Journal,
Saff’s report to me is cause for concern, it appears that some Shatter Kai that I can only imagine as Stone has been speaking with Arioch. Though I have no proof and it seems that none of the guards have managed to see another Shatter Kai around the castle I must accept that he is here, but for what purpose and what he could possibly want with someone like Arioch I cannot fathom.

Another cause for concern, my new companions do no seem to be getting along well here in Zaun, it appears that some recent tragedy may be blamed on them. As outsiders I did expect there to be some discomfort but I did not expect them to be sent out into the near fey wilde on a mission by my own guards. Thankfully both Vasher and Kraus seem to have made it back behind the walls before full nightfall.

Thorn and I myself today came upon some interesting information today while shopping. Thorn attempted to help one of the merchants find a lost belonging fallen into the sewers of all things, but because she did we managed to find a strange laboratory. Though I have not seen it, I couldn’t possibly have been expected to tramp around the sewers, Arioch’s magic is all about the items she retrieved from it. Though I can no possibly imagine why, Arioch seems to be preparing some kind of necromatic ritual or spell. It seems incomplete but I cannot know what is missing, though I have posed the question to my own teacher answers have yet to be reached. I have warned my father of Arioch’s work but he is reluctant to jail his Vizier without strong evidence of wrong doing, I am concerned of what is afoot, the guards have been dispatched to find Arioch and watch him for the duration of fathers welcoming banquet, which at least is a positive thing in all of this.

Hopefully my fathers banquet will be enough to put our peoples mind at ease with all the visitors we currently have here in Zaun, my companions have been invited to preform for my father. One of the nobles has even promised a reward to any that can make my father smile. Rare though it is I do hope that one of them can manage it, my father is in sore need of happiness. Now I must leave off to prepare for the banquet, night has nearly fallen. Though I can no shake the ominous feeling that this nightfall will found something we did not expect.

Princess Naivara Lightshield
Nightfall on the 23rd walk of my 122 year.

Eladrin, Can't live with em'

“You’re a horrible bitch and we won’t miss you at all.”

Whoa Nightblood says in shocked response to Princess Naivara’s unexpected send off speech for the dead lady shay. The princess then unceremoniously dumped the body off of the side of the ship.
“Well aren’t we all full of surprises.” Vasher whispers, more to himself than anyone in particular.

The rest of the party all stared at the princess in shocked silence for a moment longer before continuing their tasks, perhaps pretending they hadn’t just witnessed such brutal coldness from someone who had before seemed perfectly pleasant.

There were now five of them in total

Krause the Goliath. He was massive compared to the rest of the party but a small example of his race. He had mentioned meeting the princess before. Vasher was simply happy that Kraus seemed to have taken it upon himself to protect the princess, leaving Vasher more time for his own devices.

Garret was the Halfling who had sold Vasher the two keys he needed to break into New Creations dungeons a few days before. Vasher had put a great deal of faith in the Halfling. If the keys were not legitimate, Vasher would likely have been executed and buried in sand by now. But the worldsmith provided and Garret was true to his word. As for his motives however Vasher wasn’t too certain except that, fun, seemed to be rather high up on the list.

There was the newest arrival to the party, a shifter-woman calling herself Thorn. Vasher knew absolutely nothing about her other than she seemed to hold her sword with a practiced ease.

And then there was Princess Naivara Lightshield. Vasher had earlier received a vision from the Worldsmith when he had first seen her. At first he had thought it was to protect the princess but now he suspected there was more to it than that. If their newly acquired artefact was any proof, Vasher believed the Worldsmith had plans for them all.

I wanna do it again! Nightblood says, breaking into Vashers thoughts
“Do what?” Vasher mutters to the dagger hidden beneath his shirt.
the game, it was so much fun. And did you see that scythe!Nightblood says, seeming like a child unable to contain itself.
“Um yeah I saw it.” Vasher responded knowing what was coming.
and? Nighblood asks.
“and I was a little preoccupied” Vasher snaps, losing patients with his unseen companion.
I want one. Nightblood says it’s tone petulant.

Down in the grotto below the city of New Creation Vasher and the other members of his party waited on Garret and his boss Kassadin to finish speaking behind closed doors. The rest of the party made small talk amongst themselves, while the woman Thorn was busy losing what small amount of gold she had at one of the nearby tables.

Sitting off to the side with his back to the wall Vasher was content to sit in silence. Nightblood had remained markedly quiet after their earlier conversation, and Vasher was perfectly fine with that.
Kassadin, I remember the bards telling tales of his exploits back home. Impressive for a human. And I suppose the laws that he created here could come in handy if mister Stone were to give us any trouble before we leave.

Soon the party was ready to leave, and after a minor set back procuring a boat they were off.

Vasher had had to admit to himself that the towering spires of the city of Zaun were truly a sight to behold. And even though the general feeling of the fey wild being so close was disconcerting, Vasher had no choice but to admit, even if only to himself. That this was in fact a very beautiful open city. It was not comfortable to him, having grown up in the crowded half subterranean city of Noxus. But he could see the appeal to others for living here, if it wasn’t for all the Eladrin that is.

There was going to be a feast soon, the king was holding it in honour of his daughters safe return and her new companions who protected her. Vasher was not yet sure if he was going to join or not.

You know, I think I’m an Eladrin. Nighblood says. Several days ago Vashers dagger had shattered leaving the spirit bodiless for a time. Vasher had been wondering when his companion was going to show up, and now that he had, Vasher was wondering how long he could hold out talking to it.

If the princesses are looking for a suitor you should try Vasher. Nightblood says, You are a noble after all and with me to teach you how Eladrin are supposed to act in polite society you’re a shoe in.
Even though Nightblood could not speak to Vasher for the days during his relocation, it could still see what was going on around Vasher and what was being said. It just wasn’t strong enough to communicate.

Vasher didn’t respond to Nightblood, instead he saw princess Niavara walking down a hall accompanied by a couple of Eladrin guards. Quickening his pace to catch up to her he soon caught up.

“Hey Princess.” Vasher says interrupting Naivara as she was quietly speaking to her guards in her native tongue. Though not uncomfortable around the princess anymore Vasher could see that her guards were annoyed by his rude interruption. “I’ll make this quick so you can get back to, well whatever it is you Eladrin do, poetry or something. I just need to remind you that the WorldSmith did give me a vision when I met you. I’m just saying this because I don’t think any of us should get too comfortable here, we’ll probably be leaving soon anyways.”

“I see.” Niavara responded, looking down her nose at him. “And what was this vision of me you saw?”

“It wasn’t a vision of you, just a vision of the WorldSmiths symbol when I saw you. I consider it a mark of destiny.” Vasher replies “I suppose I didn’t have to bother reminding you. You just seem to be settling back into your role as princess awful fast and I think we have bigger problems to worry about than what dress you plan to wear tonight.”

A sleight hint of red touches the princess’s cheeks at Vashers remark. Her guards choke down responses as she raises her hand to silence them.
“Vasher was it?” She asks her tone imperious “I will be sure to relay your counsel to my sister when I see her next. In the meantime allow me to bequeath some words of wisdom onto you. What the WorldSmith may or may not have planned for my sister or any of you is of little consequence right now. You have this time to eat and rest to your hearts content, which may very well be what the WorldSmith intends. But if you think for a moment that what dress a woman will wear to the feast is unimportant. Then you are a fool. Good day Vasher.” She says as she and her guards pass him and continue down the hall.

You should have said thank you. Nighblood states matter of factly.

A day in the life. (session 1)

What an odd sensation. Vasher thinks to himself as he sits and quietly sips tea at one of New Creations many a local taverns. At first he had felt euphoric from the success of acquiring the key. Vasher had spent years of his life tracking it down, and years more arranging a situation where he could acquire it. But now that he had it, he was learning just how much “space” keeping a magical phrase like that in your mind could take up, his head hurt.

At least I will have peace and quiet for a few days. Vasher mused. His old sword had now been replaced with another one, a roughly forged falchion. The entity that had possessed his old blade had finally destroyed it, the vessel being too imperfect to hold its sentience forever. Peace and quiet
Hey look it’s Garret, HI GARRET! Nightbloods voice exploded through Vashers mind sending ripples of pain through it.
“He can’t hear you!” Vasher snapped drawing an irritated looks from several of the taverns patrons. Vasher continued to sip his tea a moment and watched as Garret fended off a large drunken human. The Halfling was holding his own with ease.
“How is it you have composed yourself so quickly?, you just broke the last sword.” Vasher muttered towards his falchion, this time not drawing too many stares. Usually Nightblood would take days to attune itself to a weapon Vasher carried. And to Vasher these days were a welcome break from the entities.. enthusiasm.
Oh, I didn’t like that sword, they smelted the mettles poorly, I think you got ripped off. I’m in your dagger. Nightblood sounded smug as if he had outsmarted Vasher in some way. Look, Garrets in trouble let’s go help him.
Vasher always wondered how it is Nightblood could “see” having no eyes. He theorized that Nightblood used Vashers own senses to perceive the world around him. Looking back at the scuffle Vasher could see it was true. Where as Garret was holding his own against the drunken oaf, it looked as though the oaf had brought help and soon Garret would be pinned down.
I like Garret. Nightblood said as if to coax Vasher into action.
“You don’t even know Garret.” Vasher says with a sigh standing up to go help the Halfling who had sold him the two keys he used to break into the dungeon.

Stone, Where do I remember that man from? Vasher wondered as he left the unmarked Shadar Kai and the Halfling to their own devices.
It’s time to leave this city. I’ve made enough splashes and the sooner I get out with the key the better. True the keys safety was the most important thing. It was what the Worldsmith had guided him to, that and Nightblood. But he was probably safe in the city a while longer. It was really that man, Stone, who had unsettled Vasher. For a Shadar Kai to go unmarked like that for so long usually meant something, and Stone didn’t seem like the woefully incapable type.
I remember him, he was with the Black Queen. Nightblood said pleased to remember. I knew you didn’t remember, it was written all over your face.

Vasher stopped dead.

“He’s a long way from home then.” Vasher whispered remembering now. “Maybe he is woefully incapable, banished from court perhaps?” Vasher shuddered remembering the last time he had seen the Black Queen banish someone from the Noxus court. “No, if he lived he would have been scarred. It’s time we leave.”
I can go kill him for you, I’m good at that. Nighblood said with unveiled enthusiasm.
“No, I’ll go find a place to stay the night first and then we leave first thing tomorrow.” Vasher muttered to his unseen companion as he turned and started walking towards the seedier part of town.

Lu lu lu I’ve got some apples.
“Shut up!”

Why her? Vasher’s thought
He studies the beautiful Eladrin woman sitting across the tavern from him. She seemed to be either oblivious of the danger of her surroundings or aware and just not caring. Vasher assumed the latter, for if the woman was to look down her nose anymore at the many men ogling her she may have a bug fly up it.
I like her, she’s beautiful. Nightsong said
Vasher rolled his eyes at his unseen companions remark. Even after all these years the dagger reacted like a child in many ways .
Normally he wouldn’t care what a woman like this was doing here, he was fairly certain she had some form of protection, and if not. Well she didn’t look it. In either case it seemed the Worldsmith had plans for her, and it was in all likelihood Vasher was supposed to just tag along until something important happened. great.
One of the men looked as though he was about to get up and make his move on her. time to move Vasher thought, getting up Vasher moves towards the table. Noticing all eyes were on him and that the tavern was unusually quiet.
“Hey uh, hi.” There was a long awkward pause as both Vasher and the woman eyeballed each other, he somewhat embarrassed and her merely pissed off. “Listen, I just got a vision from the Worldsmith and I think I’m supposed to protect you.” Vasher blurted out followed by another long awkward pause. At least her expression has turned from disdain to what, surprise? That’s good right? Vasher thought to himself.
Oh WOW you are so bad at talking to woman. I don’t know why you bother, you should just grunt. Nightsong broke into Vashers thoughts. Oh and a guys walking up behind you/
“Hey buddy this is my woman I was about to..” ELBOW TO THROAT!.

“Listen, This place really is quite dangerous and you should be heading back home or wherever it is you are staying. “ Vasher repeats to the woman over the gurgled gasps of the man who he may have just broken the larynx of.
“Oh, I see.” the noble woman says almost in a whisper, her voice a chime of perfection not familiar to a tavern of these sorts. Getting up and summarily ignoring Vasher and the rest of the tavern she leaves.

Vashers eyes follow behind her, almost of their own free will.
I could have handled that better,
You could have handled that better.
Both Vasher and Nightblood think in unison.

Kill her KILL HER KILL HER!Nightbloods voice screams in Vashers head. Hardly able to think past the noise of Nightblood and the pain in his skull. Vasher drew back the unconscious Lady Shay’s head by her hair and using his dagger, now Nightblood, slashed her throat with a quick efficient slash, killing her.

“I should have done that when I first met you.” Vasher mutters to himself, drawing nervous stares from his new companions.

Standing up and making sure not to get too much of the witches blood on him Vasher grabs the large box from her hands. Behind them all the towers guardians voice boomed.


“Time to go!” Garret the increasingly useful Halfling pipes in. Then grabbing a painting comically large compared to himself, he boogies out the passage ahead of everyone else. And yes Garret boogies. The rest of the party keeps pace a short ways behind him, with princess Naivara and Vasher taking the rear. Why would she sully such perfect hands dragging that things body? Nightblood asks Vasher confused.
“She’s Eladrin, they don’t think normal.” Was the only response Vasher could think of.

Once outside the party halts gasping for breath behind them the tower turns to dust and before their eyes disappears. Looking down Vasher sees that he is still clutching the dagger Nightblood in his hand. Sheathed now, the dagger that was once plain has slowly transformed into something more sinister looking. Its at one time leather sheath has slowly turned to silver, and the hilt was now pure black. Soon it would be fully transformed, and then it would break. Perhaps he should stuff Nighblood back before any of the others could see it.

Oh no you don’t, Nightblood said Don’t even start thinking about that. I’ve been locked away for too long.
“What does it matter to you?” Vasher whispers
I need fresh air,Nightblood said, and sunlight.
“You’re a sword,” Vasher said, “not a palm tree.”
Nightblood fell silent. It was smart enough to realize that it was not a person, but it didn’t like being confronted with that fact. It tended to put it in a sullen mood. That suited Vasher just fine.

Field report #176 – 21 Myrkal, 561
The tomb wasn't very fleshed-out.

Events on the pervious evening led to the presumed death of one Gerard, an incidental secondary target to my missions’ core goal. The body should be found at the bottom of the excavation on 3rd street.

Additionally, I encountered an unusual individual, a Shadar-Kai by the name of Stone. (This I suspect to be an alias) He claimed to be impressed by my skills, which suggests he may have been observing me for some time with out my knowledge, and offered me a substantial sum of money to complete what he claimed to be a simple task. (Although I suspected he simply wanted a pawn, which I feel has been sufficiently confirmed at this point)

The task was ‘simply’ to go with a group of ‘adventurers’ into a recently uncovered tomb not far out into the ocean. My initial inclination was to refuse, as my skills do not lend themselves well to desert life, but when he mentioned that one of the Blowers would be joining us, I figured the opportunity to witness a tragic accident might be worth the risk.

Shortly thereafter, I was introduced to the other suckers in this fool’s errand; Lady Shay, of the Blowers; Naivara, an eladrin emissary, and Vasher, the Shadar-ki who assisted with the elimination of our captured informant. We departed within the hour.

Strangely, there was a local hermit waiting for us by the aforementioned tower; a strange fellow by the name Kraus. I believe he sells rare beetles in the market. It’s a little unclear exactly why he joined us; I think maybe he just wanted to get us out of ‘his’ territory faster. We were also forewarned about some undead in the tower, apparently Stone’s previous set of fools.

Eventually, we entered the tower, to discover an extensive old library of tomes (I was unable to aquire one for further examination), and unusual religious murals on the floor, which we believed to depict several of the Smith’s ascended mortals. Further investigation yielded an encounter with several undead, and a pair of over-endowed beetles. The ensuing battle did not go well, as it seems that this was the first time most of my fellow bait had seem combat; although the fellow Kraus performed with alacrity. I did, however, manage to pull them through without too much trauma.

The skeletons it seems were guarding a door to a vault/tomb, and much to our surprise, the door was capable of speech. Oddly, it seemed an amiable sort, I suppose, for a door, and we were able to convince it to allow us to pass, although we were warned not to despoil the room.

And it appears that the room was possibly the tomb of one of the very beings that ascended to godhood. And apparently his corpse was in possession of an item that Lady Shay appeared eager to possess (and which must be the item Mr. Stone tasked us to find), whereas the others thought it should be left alone.

Now, seeing a disagreement about to develop, I stepped aside, and watched for an opportunity. However, events played out more beautifully than I could have hoped; Lady Shay got her hands on said item, and proceeded to try to disable the others in the group, myself included. (A sleep spell, I think it may have been) What she didn’t anticipate, it seems, was Mr. Kraus’ temper. He promptly struck her down with the unusual blade he carries.

However, our actions did not go without consequence, and like in the traditional stories, we were forced to flee the tomb, post haste. Both the body of Lady Shay, and the item were secured. Although Mr. Vasher appears to have formed an unusually swift bond with the item. He will require watching for unusual behaviors.

- G. S.


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