Wild:62 Fuelwen Lost His Head
Starring: Fuelwen, Brilla, Bo, and TskTsk
Guest Starring: Callow, Kordrik, Ambrose, Splat, Invisible Stalker Guide Whisper "Vacuum"
Challenge: Being hunted by good, blaspheme, pit fiend
Location: Sigil, diving in and out of other planes
Date Played: 25 May 2010
Business as Usual
Brilla: Well, it looks like the rest of the group is being actively hunted by the Celestia Courts. We came to the conclusion a bit earlier that the River Oceanious was the best course of action for us. We had a few options available for us, and we chose to go with the Revolutionary League. I was not pleased to find that this was being led by a demon, but sometimes these things just have to be done.
The portal took us straight to Bytopia where Tsk'Tsk immediately broke one of the followers necks. This caused the others to panic, something that would have undoubtedly happened. Bo knocked the others out to prevent them from fleeing, though no one seemed to care much about our actions. I just hope things don't get any worse.
TskTsk: Under the impression that time was of the essence, I did what needed to be done quickly with surprise and no suffering.
Fuelwen: Tsk'Tsk bit the bone and acted too quickly. Again. I think we all need to work more… tactically.
Brilla: There was a landing party that the group did not want to take part in. Neither did I, but I wanted to make sure no innocents die in this. I took the questionable healing rod in hand and made myself an impartial overseer.
This was soon broken up by an angel that came soaring toward me. I don't want to strike, let alone swing at a heavenly being. I instead chose to take flight back to the boat. It followed over me yelling about the crimes I was committing. It ignored everything around it, so I was under the assumption it was estranged.
It eventually overtook my path and reached the ship where my companions were already fighting it. I still couldn't swing at a bastion of good so I instead took to the duty of healing my companions.
The battle quickly took a turn for the worst when the angel lopped off Fuelwen's head with one swift cut. Tsk'tsk gave a furious assault before finally succumbing to the fact that we were outclassed.
We were immediately put on trial with our punishment to be another trial and return to Mt Celestia once we have finished our quest in its entirety. With the wording the way it is, this will let us wrap up all the loose ends that we may have before doing what we need to do.
TskTsk: I fought with all my rage and strength and skill and yet the angel had us outclassed. Sometimes I forget that we are in the heavens, where dwell creatures with such power to easily destroy us. I yielded after it was evident that not even the blessings of Kord would provide me to strength to overcome. Fuelwen died a warrior's death, clean and quick.
Fuelwen: I was beneath the boat when the Archon attacked. From that position, I attacked from a distance, doing my best to support the party. I did not want to close with the creature, and I didn't particularly think anyone in the party should engage it in close combat. Retreat wasn't an option, and surrender was distasteful- even if I were willing, our school was not. So I closed and attacked in melee. That was the last thing I noticed for quite some time.
DM Your sentence was to be his personal (basically) slaves until such a time as he dismisses you. Your first job he issued you was to carry on with that which you were doing, after which you would report to the guardinals with whom you already have an agreement.
Fuelwen Comes Back in Stitches
Fuelwen: I was in Baator, fighting a losing battle. The victors were sea elves with one simple demand: to eat them. I fought losing battle after losing battle. Such was my punishment for failure, and I accepted it. I heard voices calling me back from the beyond, and I refused.
I had promised that I would return to Baator in life, and the Pit Fiend, accompanied with the Archon that slew me, came to remind me of that. The Archon also told me that there was an error in the books- Tsk'Tsk was supposed to be the one who died. I was warned that if I did not return, the Modrons would come to return me to life- and to remove him from it. The latter will happen in any case.
The next time I heard voices calling me back, I returned. I still have promises to keep.
Brilla: Fuelwen was unwilling to return on the first attempt to raise him from the angel. This wasn't too surprising as the guy was the one that cut his head off.
To help keep him together, I sewed his head back onto his body. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it is making carrying him easier until we can take him to his temple for a proper burial.
This line of thought was interrupted when Splat appeared with a note from his real daddy. It told us to try to raise Fuelwen again. We did such, and he came back to life looking a bit humbled. He keeps giving Tsk'tsk odd looks as well. I'm not sure what to make of it other than it might be something to do with their endless competitions with each other.
TskTsk: Splat returned with a straightforward message to return Fuelwen to life. The elder wishes to reincarnate Fuelwen but is dissuaded and conducts his magic to raise him from the dead. Fuelwen returns with far less bluster. Apparently his afterlife was not that which is expected.
Splat: It's good that daddy's back and all, but he really shouldn't have been fighting the Archon anyway. I mean, duh. Only the bad guy fights Archons, and we know what happens to him! I blow him up. And I'd rather not blow up daddy. But I will remind him that he should be butt-kicking should be for goodness!
Sweet, Sweet Memories
Brilla: Brilla gives the memories of when she had to ritualistically kill her father and she is giving a montage of frustration on attempting to get her group to bother understand and respect her reproductive system.
TskTsk: Granted assurances that our memories will only be duplicated and not robbed, I grant these folk the following memories: the battle against the orc village where Kord first truly blessed me; my village's valiant battle to retain their island against Daudir, and their loss; several mundane days aboard our ship, so that they may know a common existence on the Wilding.
Bo: Volunteering at the clinic in the city of brass. Planting springs is the friendly thing to do. Resigning from death confuses
Fuelwen: I shared my eating of the Sensate, and I shared its sequel- being confronted by sea-elves in Baator.
Inn Sweet Inn
Brilla: Once we get back to the Outlands with Fuelwen's follower we make a quick jump back to the inn via Bo's Plane Shift. It feels good to be back, but we still have a lot of work to do. I'm going to the mirror first thing I can and am leaving a note. I'm sure Deenar has taken to staying in my room again so they should find it quickly.
Fuelwen: The immediate problems are solved. I have a small coterie of Sekolah worshipers. That is enough to bide my time before I must bring his faith by the sword. The islands have, hopefully, stopped. Now I must kill a whale and every powerful extra-planar creature in the world. Then perhaps, I will return to Baator and close out my debts. Assuming Tsk'Tsk truly is dead, I will return and make the seas red with the blood of my enemies.
Splat: I'm going to make more hard-heads. And they're actually going to have hard-heads. Like, with rocks and stuff. And if daddy gets out of line, I've got a surprise for him. A surprise with a big pink tag on it labeled, "SMITE".
Wiki reward: Brilla, TskTsk, Fuelwen: 15 temporary HP (that won't fade until consumed). -- all already consumed