Crystal Fortress

Cracks In the World

The Black Sun slowly rose higher in the Northern sky. Lady Talia and her brother Dirk watched it in silence. A chilling wind blew across the porch and a shiver ran down both their spines.

Far from the eyes of the Avatars, smoke swirled under the clear surface of crystal. Beneath the murky plane lay a silhouette un-moving. In the center of the crystalline surface a small speck appear. From that speck, cracks began to spread like lightning across the the sky.

Lady Talia and Dirk watched helplessly as black lightning shot across the clear morning sky leave red rifts in their wake. An eerie light poor from them, bathing everything in a hazy crimson. Talia looked at her brother. “We haven’t much time left.” She said in a quiet voice. All he could do was nod.

Battle of the Hands
a Bard's Song

Gallants attend, and hear a friend,
Trill forth harmonious ditty;
Strange things I’ll tell,
Which late befell, near one Corrender city.
‘Twas late of day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was setting,
Harbingers stood afore a door,
And heard a noise surprising.

As in a maze, they stood to gaze,
The truth can’t be denied, sir
They spied a score – of hands galore,
Come skittering down the walls, sir,
A halfling too, in jerkin blue,
The strange appearance viewing,
First damned his eyes, in great surprise,
Then said, Some mischief’s brewing.

These hands now hold the Harbingers bold,
Their legs they were ashaking:
And they’re come down to attack the crowd,
In this new way of scampering down.
The paladin flew, the ranger too,
And, scared almost to death, sir,
Did bring their weapons down on hands,
And swung til out of breath, sir.

Now up and down throughout the ruin,
Most frantic scenes were acted:
And some ran here, and some ran there
Like men almost distracted,
Some fire cried, which some denied,
But said the floor did quake:
And bard and tiefling, with hideous squeals
Did wield their weapons also.

From night to morn, these men (and women) of might
Displayed amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly up,
Retired to sup their porridge:
An hundred men with each a pen,
Or more upon my word, sir,
It is almost true, should be too few,
Their valor to record sir.

Such feats did they perform that day
Upon these wicked hands, sir,
That years to come, if they get home,
They’ll make their boasts and brags, sir.

A Quest
Gale's Journal, Entry 122

Gale.jpg My training was completed, I had become a Harbinger… my Father was sure to be proud! I only wish my Mother could have seen me. I’ve dreamed of her smiling face often, though I do not really remember her. She died giving birth to me.

The celebration was wonderful! I partook a bit of the wine, even though my Father always warned me it would cloud my thoughts. And it, of course, did. I can scarcely recall the events that occurred that night, although it must not have been anything too terrible. I think I met the Bard that night, because I do distinctly remember some wonderful singing.

I met my other companions the next day, when we all received our first assignment as Harbingers. They were people I had met before during our training, although now I’ll get the chance to know them a little better along our journey. We have been assigned to accompany the Lady Talia upon her journey and protect her from any dangers that present themselves along our path.

Imagine my surprise when I saw that the little fellow Hep would be along for the ride. He’s a healer, but he comes from an… unsavory background, to say the least. And then there was the long-lived and lithe Elf ranger I remembered from a few outdoor outings while training, I am thankful he’s going to be along. The lady Lark will chronicle our deeds — she has a fine singing voice, and a strange looking accordion she carries, so music will be our constant companion. And then there’s a lady monk, whose hands any who oppose us will discover to be as hard as knots of oak.

This should be rather interesting. I’ve made sure my sword is sharpened, and my shield sturdy in preparation. We’re off, in search of adventure!

Welcome Harbinger!

This is my first campaign and wanted to get a heads up on what everyone was thinking about playing. I would prefer only one of every class. This is a D&D 5th edition campaign. Talk among yourselves and figure out what each of you are thinking. No races or classes are off limits.
Just make an adventure log stating what you are thinking about. If their is a race not in the PHB just ask and I will see if its possible to fit it into the mechanics.
Side note: If there is a race or class from 4th edition games, we can work out an equivalent for 5th.


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