1351 Campaign - Act 3: A Tale of Two Brothers

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1351 Campaign - Act 3: A Tale of Two Brothers

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1351 Campaign - Act 3: A Tale of Two Brothers
Oh Abel!

The fisherman of Ulgoth's Beard during the quiet of the night spot something that would change their life. During the quite of the morning every individual in the tavern start retelling old tales they had long hoped to have forgotten. A few of the fishermen tell tales of spotting long kraken tentacles...

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while some of the fisherman report seeing a Ghost Ship rising from the depths into the air in defiance of Umberlee while others...

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tell tales of an ancient and exotic ruin rising from the depths of the sea to hover above the depths...

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None the less tales and rumors both true and false circulate amongst the druken locals encountering the most deadly individual they would ever meet during their life, circulate whatever rumor they can remember...

Subject: The Plight of Ulgoth's Beard - The Ghost Ship Manifestation

Subject: Of Sunken Ships and Ancient Swords - The Umberleean Crisis

Meanwhile in other parts of the Coast....
DM Theophanies wrote:Lich Vignette: Through the Rift

The rift closed with a sudden hiss and a loud pop that resonated like thunder as the magic Pusshroud used to destroy the very fabric between the planes was exhausted. The wind continued to howl through the expanse of desolate rocky hills originating from the ever menacing Towers of Ruin in the distance. Even this far out, near the border of Talos's realm the winds still felt like a hurricane blowing unceasingly against any whom dared to stand within.

Further out the howling winds clashed with the violent reddish waves of the Blood Sea. Several dark cloaked and hooded individuals mull around the ancient netherese lich just beyond where the rift once stood. They keep a respectful distance though from the often volitile and insanity stricken mage. Pusshroud cocks his head back surveying the much larger horde of giant necromentals that surrounded him. The violence and desire to kill in their subtle actions and looks only pleased Pusshroud as they were held in check by the Worm, a large and malicious grin crept across his skeletal features.

"Oh Abel!" the lich uttered as insanity slowly crept in and out of his intellect, though the thought was left at that as laughter erupted from Pusshroud. He then turned to one a few of the dark cloaked individuals uttering: "First we'll lock my brother away, then we'll finish what we started in Orzogoth... i'll finally be free of the Shadow King..." A furious storm of lightning then lit up the sky, chain lightning striking down scaring the soil and electrifying the air while other bolts struck and pulsed through several necromentals. This only make Pusshroud smile more.


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a large storm gathers in the ever deadly forest of Wyrms...

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