Journal of Kalamitee Wolfsmoon page 37.

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Neverending Nights

Journal of Kalamitee Wolfsmoon page 37

At last, I have time to put quill to paper. The last six months have been filled with long hours of training and meditation. The High Clerics here, at The Moon’s Haven Guildhall, have gone through extraordinary feats to assist me in expanding my knowledge of the Arcane. While it is exciting to learn new spells and absorb the knowledge these Elders are willing to share, I will be happy to be done with my training so that I may find a quiet place to retreat. Who knew that Holy Men could talk so much and for so long, debating the most minute detail of religion and faith. Thankfully my Eladrin heritage helped me “participate” by sitting in the back corner mediating yet listening enough to answer up any questions that may be thrown my way.

How I miss the wilderness too! The trees at night with the moon streaming through the leaves, the sounds of the owls, wolves and other creatures prowling at night. I’ve been holed up in this city too long, the stench has become unbearable. Even at night sitting high a top the Guild House has done nothing to help clear the odor from my senses though it has allowed me to watch the comings and goings of the city folk, and what a queer lot they are. I’ve also seen the comings and going of my travel companions, well most of them. The Ranger called Alek, left the city a week after our training began to spend time out in the wild with the Elders Game wardens, and just returned this morning, which makes me wonder if our training is coming to an end.

I still have a bit of distrust for the Tiefling Warrior, Zerkorza. I have not forgotten how she left us tied to the tables at the Caverns of the Cult of Bane. It will take a large feat of redemption on her part to regain my trust, though I do venture to say that she has been training hard. Many nights while I sat upon the roof to feel the wind through my hair and the moon on my skin, I could hear the clash of steel and the shouts of combat from the Warriors Hall along with the calls of triumph and victory as well as those of defeat. One night I Fey stepped over to watch the battle, and while she may be small, Zerkorza is not to be underestimated in her prowess and it not afraid to best the biggest and strongest warriors.

That leaves the Rogue, Morobunce. He is quite the interesting quarry, sneaking out and about about the city well after the masses have retired for the evening. I’m certain that not all of his adventures have been training exercises though. One evening I saw him sneaking out of the Rogue’s Hall, scaling down the drainpipe of the building, intrigued, I followed him via the roof tops where I found him sneaking down a back alley way to meet up with a shadowed figure and do his bidding, almost like he was playing a fool instead of being his usual thief self. These actions of course made things about the Halfling Thief not only more interesting, but also made me quite wary of him and his secrets that he kept enveloped in his mind. As I was preparing to depart, I noticed another figure heading towards that same alley way; a Tiefling doing his best to sneak through the city and hid the fact that he wore the robes of an apprentice Wizard. The Tiefling made his way to the figure and engaged him in conversation, for a moment I thought that he might recognize Morobunce as the Tiefling’s gaze seemed to linger on him, almost as if he had seen him before. I tensed in my hiding spot wondering if the scenario might be a test of the Thief’s skills or if an altercation was going to take place. I relaxed once I realized that the Tiefling was only there to procure some wine and a pouch of tobacco. Upon completion of the business transaction, the three went about their business and I returned to my room at the Guildhall to get some much needed rest.

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Kairon Starcaller – “A Letter To Sister From The Wilds”

Posted on February 8, 2013 by Neverending Nights

This is the entry for Mario’s character, Kairon Starcaller. Now that Mario’s character is a part of the adventure (he had to sit out the first session due to real life) – his character now continues to writer his sister. Read below as Mario writes how the adventure from the last session turned out from his character’s point of view… You can read it on Mario’s website, Reality Break as well…

Dearest Sister,

I apologize for not having written sooner but in fact the day after I sent my last letter I was chosen for an intensive training at the academy.   Today I am writing from an outpost guarding the North Fork Bridge. I have been, for the past few days, travelling to Richter Keep which lies to the southwest of Ancor. I will explain more on that later.

Perhaps I was a bit too hasty in referring to Master Isston as a fool.  As a master of astrology he was uniquely suited to advance my training as a warlock.   It was arrogant of me to believe that only I could gaze into the void and discover its secrets.  Master Isston has heard their whispers and knows far more than I had given him credit for.   I digress however these past six months has been almost full time intense study and I barely had any time to find more information about the group that I had told you about before.  Apparently the Magistrate was putting together a party for a special quest.   All the members of the group had been conscripted into their respective specialties.

The Moon Sister Eladrin was taken to the House of the Holy and apparently they do more than just chant and look somber.  I still don’t understand how so many faiths are able to exist in a place like that without constant battles breaking out in the courtyard.  Then again the holy men do enjoy hearing themselves talk and there they can do it ad infinitum.  Apparently she was trained in combat and the ability to assist wounded in the midst of said combat with an elegance that reflects the vintage of her race. Her name is Kalamitee and I wonder if that was not intentional.

The Tiefling woman is called Zerkorza Zaidai.  I am not familiar with her family name; I must remember to check the record hall perhaps I can discover more.  It turned out she is an admirable fighter besting some of the strongest and most cunning warriors in the city guard.   Most of the time that is not truly an impressive feat, she does have a fierceness that brings honor to our kind.

The Halfling was a bit harder to track down which is apparently his way.  After the first night when I tried to find more information about the group he had disappeared without a trace.  I actually took me weeks to find out what had happened to him.  I was of course engaged with my own studies but that does not mean that I had to forgo some of the barest essentials.  I had taken advantage of a short recess and intended to make contact with one of my contacts that assist me with procuring some of the more exotic wines and leaf. I arrived at the location off the beaten path of course and he was there with my usual contact it appeared he was playing the part of the idiot servant so I never spoke directly to him and of course these transactions need to be done with the utmost discretion.  I don’t believe he recognized me when we were brought together again.  I don’t think I would have recognized him if my own training was not often focused on memorizing small details for reproduction.

The human I never actually saw I believe he may have been taken to train with the game wardens that manage the wilds surrounding the city.  Since only their elders truly come into the city and that is rare enough. It is my opinion that they prefer it that way.

So after six months of this training we are called before the magistrate.  He says he has a quest for us which is exciting since I have been hoping to get out of the city for a while to really test my powers on the evils of the world.  I donned the leather armor I had specially made for when this day would arrive.  The leather especially made, black as night yet gleaming as a midsummer night starfall.  He said that Richter keep which lay 2 days to the southwest had been infested with kobolds for some time and the last party that had been sent had not returned.  Kobolds, after six months of intense training and study he was sending us out to destroy a band of kobolds that have made a nuisance of themselves. Surely a squad of common soldiers would have been a much better option doe such a mundane task.   Though myself, not being one to complain, graciously accepted this quest and praised the wisdom of the magistrate.  My new companions were at a loss for words so I reluctantly accepted the mantle of leadership and received the map of the area with the keep and roads marked on it.

The magistrate did not send us out empty handed however each of us did receive a gift.  I removed the velvet wrappings discovered I had been given an iron rod the runes etched into the crown and shaft identified it as a Rod of Corruption.  The name of such an item is misleading as it allows my own influence to grow exponentially on the battlefield.  I humbly accepted the gift and made preparations for the journey.

On our first day we made it to the South Fork Bridge and small trade post that had grown there.   I immediately found a local merchant and began to negotiate for passage down the river which of course would have been the fastest and easiest way to make it down the river and would have cut our travel time in half.  The captain of one of the larger barges which would have carried our party easily was a rather large man and of course quite unwashed.  Yet he was very shrewd and told me about other trading vessels that would not come back from a journey near the keep and how most trade that way had completely dried up since almost no barges made it through.  I was distraught we had not been give horses or any quicker method of travel.  A barge would have been perfect yet it appears that an easy journey was no in the stars for me.

We traveled on to nightfall and spent an uneventful night under the stars they were beautiful as always it was exhilarating to sleep outside the city on the ground near the campfire.  The morning came quickly, as it always does. Kalamitee and Morobunce, which I discovered is the name of the Halfling, had awoken much earlier and prepared a porridge breakfast.  It is nice not haven’t to delegate every little thing being the leader of this party had me worried that I would have to give instruction at every turn.  So as we were eating and preparing for the long journey ahead of us a loud crash startled everyone and into our clearing come scrambling a bear.  That is right a bear I had never seen one up close but this one was frothing at the mouth and running as if for its life.  Now humans do tend to be clumsy and slow but Alek, the ranger drew his weapon faster that I had ever seen.  He surely would have dispatched the bear for mad if Kalamitee had not called out.  He stayed his hand and I noticed this bear was more diminutive than I had expected.  It was then a pair of rather hungry looking orcs burst from the woods.  Weapons were drawn and I tried to reason with them yet they must have been crazed with hunger and they immediately attacked.   It was all a blur or motion and sound as my companions sprang into action.  I myself dispatched on of them, it is amazing what just a hint at the vastness of the void will do to such a simple mind as these.   It was almost intoxicating the feeling after the battle then two of the largest bears I had ever seen also appeared in our clearing. I was about to begin to strike them down when Alek stayed our weapons. He of course knew what had happened these dire bears, as he later identified them to use, were only trying to protect their cub.  Now that we had saved it from the orcs that has tried to take it they would do us no harm.

We traveled to the North Fork Bridge shortly after that and were welcomed graciously by the garrison stationed here.  I shared a bottle of wine I had secreted into my travelling pack thankfully they accepted.  They are an amicable lot not quite refined but civil.  We engaged in a few wagers and Zerkorza even bested the captain of the guard here. They should not have underestimated her.  Alas I need to get some sleep and stop writing before this letter gets too heavy for even the strongest messenger bird. Luckily the guard here will be able to send it.  Tomorrow we will continue to the Keep so I do not know when I will be able to write again.   I look forward to hearing from you soon give mother my love.

Love Always

Kairon

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We’ve lost one of our own.

Posted on February 3, 2013 by Neverending Nights

Momma Grande

Last night – on my way to Poppy’s house, my mother called me. I had nothing to go hands free, so I let it go to voicemail. But, because of the hour that she was calling me – I already knew it was going to be bad news. Something had happened. I had no idea what, but I knew something had happened. After I parked, I listened to the voicemail from my mother, in which, through mass sobbing, she managed to get out the words, “Momma Grande is dead.”

My heart plummeted. I could hear it breaking a thousand times, over and over again.

Momma Grande was technically my Aunt (Dolores). But, ever since I could remember – I had called her “Momma Grande.” A direct translation means “Big Mother” – but I had always meant it in the way you might refer to your big brother, or your big sister. She was essentially a second mother to me, or like a grandmother. She always spoiled me and loved more than I thought possible.

I sat there in the car for a moment, and told Amiee to go inside with Poppy, and that I’d be a moment. For a few minutes, I just sat there, trying to digest what my mother had told me. My brain was having a difficult time trying to understand the words. I eventually took a deep breath and called my mother back. We only spoke briefly, as she filled me in on what little she knew – and she had wanted to call Spain and find out more details.

When I went inside Poppy’s, I tried to handle it so that the news would not get the best of me. Though I had managed to joke and laugh about a few things, my brain in the back was still reeling from the news. I wish there was a way for me to get to Spain to be there with my family.

Go with God, and find the peace we all hope to find. I will miss you Mama Grande.

Translated (very roughly) to Spanish:

Ayer por la noche – en mi camino a casa de Poppy, mi madre me llamó. No tenía nada que ir de manos libres, así que lo dejé ir al correo de voz. Pero, debido a la hora que ella me estaba llamando – Yo ya sabía que iba a ser una mala noticia. Algo había sucedido. No tenía ni idea de qué, pero sabía que algo había pasado. Después de haber aparcado, escuché la voz de mi madre, en la que, a través de la masa sollozando, se las arregló para salir las palabras: “Mamá Grande está muerto”.

Mi corazón se desplomó. Oí que se rompa una y mil veces, una y otra vez.

Mamá Grande era técnicamente mi tía (Dolores). Pero, desde que podía recordar – Yo la había llamado “Mamá Grande.” Una traducción directa significa “Gran Madre” -, pero yo siempre lo había significado en la forma en que podría referirse a su hermano mayor, o su hermana mayor. Era esencialmente una segunda madre para mí, o como una abuela. Ella siempre me ha mimado y amado más de lo que pensé posible.

Me senté en el coche por un momento, y le dijo Amiee que entrar con Poppy, y que yo sería un momento. Durante unos minutos, me quedé allí sentado, tratando de digerir lo que mi madre me había dicho. Mi cerebro estaba teniendo un momento difícil tratando de entender las palabras. Finalmente me tomó una respiración profunda y llamé a mi madre de nuevo. Sólo habló brevemente, como ella me contó lo poco que sabía – y ella había querido llamar a España y conocer más detalles.

Cuando entró en la casa de Poppy, traté de manejarlo para que la noticia no se obtiene lo mejor de mí. A pesar de que había logrado bromear y reírse de algunas cosas, mi cerebro en la parte de atrás aún estaba conmocionado por la noticia. Me gustaría que hubiera una manera para mí para llegar a España para estar con mi familia.

Ve con Dios, y encontrar la paz que todos esperamos encontrar. Te echaré de menos Mama Grande.

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Neverwinter Nights – Episode 171 Podcast!

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Neverending Nights

Episode 171 of the Neverwinter Nights Podcast has been released! Check out me talking about Neverending Nights with the folks of Realms of Trinity – A Neverwinter Nights 2 Persistent World and some other Neverwinter Nights goodness!

NWNP Podcast Episode 171 – Tawmis Logue & The Amethyst Dragon

NWN Legends Series

Please join Brian Bloom aka Sir Brian and Ben aka Aroen from the NWN2 PW, Realms of Trinity, Tawmis Logue, creator of The Neverending Nights Series, and The Amethyst Dragon of the World of Aenea as they discuss episode 65 of the Neverending Nights series and The Amethyst Dragon’s extensive work and progress in the Neverwinter Nights community!

NWN Podcast Episode 171 [ 1:00:44 ] Hide Player | Play in Popup | Download

Show Notes:

The Amethyst Dragon

– I’m now the guy in charge (mostly) of organizing the Custom Content Challenge.
– Still making stuff for the CCC.
– I’m helping out a little with the NWN Vault (doing the site ads that show on the front page).
– Still running my PW, The World of Aenea (6 1/2 years now).
– I’m mostly done with my Project Reforged, after some model-making burnout in October/November.
– Still keeping up with the community site (neverwinternights.info).
– Working on minor game promotion by posting on places like FaceBook and Reddit.

I’d also be into just discussing NWN in general.

Tawmis Logue

Neverending Nights

EPISODE 65: “Epic-Logue.”

Writer’s Note: At long last, the Episode that wraps it all up! Grayson, Ruth and Amiee all talk at the bar – and get a surprise visit from someone while they’re there! But where’s Peter the Ranger? Outside, where a Ranger should be! But why is he outside if everyone is inside celebrating the opening of The Bar Of Destiny? Well, you will have to watch the episode to find out what’s going on there! And when the episode ends – be sure to hang tight – there’s an epilogue segment that discusses where some of the characters have ended up at the conclusion of the series!

News:

NWN2 English Modules

Crystalmist campaign chapter 3: The Sahuagin Heel by Clyordes (Single Player)

The Sahuagin Heel – The Crystalmist campaign – Chapter 3 Another classic aD&D P&P adventure first published in White Dwarf #65 back in 1985, written by Graeme Drysdale, now converted for NWN2. Many years ago, a legendary hero named Escatha and his band of warriors defeated a tribe of fierce Sahuagin that gave the archipelago its name. Now something is once again attacking

NWN1 Modules:

Eye of the Beholder II by Rick “Dark” Francis (BioWare World Design Contest)

Once again, evil is stirring throughout the land. You are summoned by Khelben Blackstaff, the Archmage of Waterdeep. He suspects that evil has taken over the Temple Darkmoon. Before contacting you, he had sent his trusted scout, Amber, to investigate, but she has disappeared and has not been heard from in three days. Hello all, and welcome. Yes, I have been working on Eye of the Beholder

Ravenloft : Rokushima Taiyoo (en / fr) by Redsun1985 (Horror/Survival Horror)

The Rokushima Taiyoo islands are dying ! While the samurai armies of Lord Shinpi’s four sons fight for absolute power, ninja and yakuza plot from the shadows and towns and villages alike are being owerwelmed by anarchy. When you decided to go onboard of the ship in which you crossed the Mists of Ravenloft, you didn’t knew what would be awaiting you over the sea.

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Profile Update: Poppy the Salt Vendor.

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Neverending Nights

Everyone’s favorite (and probably only!) Salt Vendor – Poppy – has finally gotten her profile updated! Read about her various salt routes, her tough life, and how she made a change – and ended up meeting the man of her dreams! All this and more in the Neverending Nights profile update!

http://neverendingnights.com/nenprofiles/poppy-the-salt-vendor

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