Safein the Archdruid – imbued with the ancient, trusted magic of both the humans and the elves of Theriol, Safein carries with her the hope and the doom of her people should she fail against the Dragon Goddess Tiamat.
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Tim, The Sherriff of the Dreamwater
Posted in Innien, The Hunt of Tiamat on April 20, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
Tim has battled many great powers in his long life. He has battled the Avatar of Baphomet in the skull of a titan. He has battled the archlich Lesivith for the soul of his realm. He has battled Dorseen of Orcus after being inprisoned in Hell. He has even traveled back in time to the founding of old Kepathia and witnessed the marriage of Tiamat and Bahamut, long before the Tearing. After journeying to the Astral Tower he learned, that, upon returning, he does not age as normal men. Now, nearly 150 years old, Tim still looks like he is in his late fifties. Twenty years ago he started walking to Innien from Gavin Wel. He has just learned it is to be part of the Team to hunt Tiamat, the evil dragon goddess herself.
Jorogumo “Spider Courtesan” – Drow Assassin, Soul Thief, Perfect Slayer
Posted in Dragons, Innien, The Hunt of Tiamat on April 20, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
Trained from birth by a cult dedicated to Lolth’s ascendency over all other evil gods, Jorogumo broke from her destined path to become a highly paid assassin. Her ability with poisoned Spiderkissed Fullblade is renowned by those who’s business is murder. As she ascends to epic status, doubt in her singular motivation to acquire wealth with her skills has lead her to wonder… could she kill a god, as she was trained to, so long ago?
Oromo, Order of the Ancient Dawn, General Oromo
Posted in Dragons, Innien, The Dragongods, The Hunt of Tiamat on April 20, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
Oromo has glinting amber-eyes. Despite his waning age, the dusky old man has bulging, sinewy muscles under his leathery exterior, with faded diamond-patterned tattoos along his arms, neck, and torso. He wears an overlapping patchwork of black and gold dragon scale armor beneath a black silk robe, embroidered with gold luminous suns and giant dragons. A thick, dark metallic torc surrounds his neck, where a two-headed snake eats a giant ruby. Never far, is his massive golden sword he calls, the Dawnbringer, that looks even too heavy for him to carry. He claims to be a widower, though no one remembers his youth. He claims to be and a member of the Order of the Ancient Dawn, though no one has ever heard of the order, know anything of its history, or seen any other members. A veteran of many wars, no one seems to have heard of, he is a proficient battle general, master tactician, and charismatic motivator. He claims to have held a small fort with 10 men against 500 for a month. When at rest on the road, he can often be found sharing battle stories by the fire or in his tent doing calligraphy, writing endless arcane tessellated patterns on large scrolls of parchment.
The mythic blade, The Dawnbringer, was forged in aeons past by servants of the Wyrm Lords. It is believed to be pure meteoric iron forged under the withering heat of the Gold Dragon breath weapon belonging to the legendary wyrm Geldor Gangringax some 4000 years ago. It is a sword so massive that it requires a 30 strength to even wield. It has a flame-like wave pattern in the steel and a rare golden color. The weapon is magically indestructible.
Aela the Harvester
Posted in Dragons, Innien, Lands of the East, The Hunt of Tiamat on April 20, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
Aela served for thousands of years in the five levels of heaven. She served the Demigod, Alablyss, Lord of Redemption. Aela’s purpose was to seek out those souls in the material plane who had turned from the darkness and lead lives of goodness and piety. She would observe from the heavens and travel to the world of the mortals and shuffle the souls of the worthy up to their heavenly home at the point of death, wrapping their souls in a golden cloak and delivering them like newborn babes into the heavenly pleasures that awaited.
However over time, she grew disdainful of her position and of the many heavens themselves. Though she worked tirelessly she never saw respite. She was never allowed to take part in the pleasures that were bestowed upon the souls she delivered. For all her hard work she could never rise to the highest planes of heaven where the greatest pleasures awaited. She was condemned to serve the rest of eternity in the second level of heaven.
The demon lord Chathivus, lord of Corruption, learned of Aela’s dissatisfaction and paid a visit to her as she traveled to the plane of mortals. He offered her a place with his cohort in hell. Of course her initial reaction was revulsion, but Chathivus’ words were like sugar. Sweet and tempting. He continued to visit Aela, and she continued to turn him down but each time she listened longer and considered more. Eventually Chathivus asked her why she would not join him in hell. She was clearly unhappy, and could never become anything more than she was already in heaven. But in hell she could be so much more. She would start in the first levels of hell, but hard work and persistence was rewarded, unlike in the heavens. She could move to the deeper and deeper levels of hell, gaining more power and prestige. She could have her own cohort and rule over them and the souls they gathered. But she refused. She would never turn away from goodness to join evil, to which Chathivus laughed.
“Do you really think us evil!? What do you think it is we do in hell?”
“You sow hate and death and darkness across the many planes of existence. Yours are the ways of pure evil and I could never be a part of that.”
“How blinded you are from living so long in the light.” Chathivus told her, “There are no evil demons any more than there are any good angels. We simply are. The difference is that heaven accepts only the pure and pious. They are treated like kings and you are their servants. But in hell we gather the wicked, the murderous and truly black hearted scum of the worlds. And it’s not because we want to serve them and offer them rewards. We punish them for their misdeeds. We flay the rapists. Burn the murderers. They are our play things and we do with them as we please. We do not bow to them. They bow to us.”
After that Aela was convinced. She joined Chathivus, though he was not entirely sincere. Hell is well and truly a dark and evil place, and while the demons do not serve the souls they harvest, they serve other powers, and their torture of the damned is not for any sense of justice, but rather to fulfill the dark desires of the dark gods and demons that fester in the seven layers of hell.
But it was too late. Aela was corrupted. She turned her back on Alablyss and never returned to heaven. Nor could she once she had joined the forces of hell. She was tainted and could never return. But by then she did not care. Her new position was very similar to her last, but now she sought the souls of those who had wickedness and sin in their hearts. Her golden cloak was reforged into a cythe, with which she carved the souls out of the wicked. Her pure white wings and golden hair turned to black. Her golden eyes burned red with the flames of hell.
Aela gave herself completely to her new position and moved up the ranks of Chathivus’ cohort quickly. She experienced all that the many levels of hell had to offer. She wore masks of flesh at the masquerade ball of Galbinus, the demon lord of Debauchery and Butchery. She learned from Heshkinah, demoness lady of sadism, how to wield hellfire so that it could both burn and simultaneously heal, creating a nonlethal flame of eternal torture. She bathed in the molten crystalline sea of shattered souls.
After tens of thousands of years in hell, Aela could barely remember her life in Heaven. She had given herself completely to the corruption. Only her stark white skin remained as an unchangable reminder of her true origin. As the new rising dark star of hell Aela was choosen by Belial in a wager against the Archangel Raziel. The two had wagered that their champion could collect a million souls before the other. Rules were set in place. Aela could only gather the souls of those already corrupted by darkness: Murderers, rapists, thieves and all those who had already brought the darkness into their souls. While Neru, Aela’s replacement in the Heaven’s, could only gather the souls of the pious and good. With all the wars raging, it seemed a simple task for Aela, but at the start of the wager a new era of peace and prosperity was ushered in. Religious zealotry have Neru a quick lead and caused Aela to struggle early on. But for hundreds of years they gathered souls where they could until it became clear that Neru would win.
Battles between Theriol and Hurthiric provided Aela with a great source of souls, but not nearly enough. Belial had promised her that if she won this wager for him that a lordship would be granted to her. She would be the Lady of Death and free of Chathivus’ cohort and free to form her own. But unbeknownst to her is the winnings wagered between Belial and Raziell. The loser’s layer of respective heaven or hell is annexed to the other. So angels and demons watch with bated breath to see where their allegiance and realms may fall to.
The turning point for Aela is in sight. It is well documented that one soul is not worth the same as the next. The soul of a king is worth that of 500 farmers. A warrior is worth a dozen miners. But the soul of a Dragon God is worth a billion common souls. With one swift stroke, Aela can end this wager and return to hell a champion. But along the way she must continue to harvest the souls of every killer and criminal she encounters, for if she were to fail (and somehow live) the wager will not end and the time she spent pursuing Tiamat cannot have been in vain.
Lords of The Red Tower
Posted in Dragons, Innien, Lands of the East, The Dragongods on April 18, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
The lord emperor of the Dragonkin empire is Hurthyric of the Red Tower. Over a century ago, he ascended the throne – delivering, as he proclaimed, the righteousness of Tiamat from the Far Realm – where he had been held in stasis for the past thousand years. Since that time he has rained endless fire and war upon the humans armies of the South. The Front, long entrenched, deep and blanketed in the blood of the fallen, will soon break. So says the prophecies of the Red Court, in fact, it has all unfolded exactly by his plan.
There are five main, noble houses, or Voltain, from the Red Tower of Hurthyric. These five predate the coming of the Tiamat Revelation. Corinthyric is the oldest of the Voltain. Master Onok is the Lord of the Howling Wind and is the only Venerable Fang on the Court. Ablithox is the Lord of The Ferrunok, House of Sword Tooth, and the venerable, maned-dragon, Aergressin is a constant objector to lord Hurthyric’s plans to expand the empire. Babrinilox is lord of the Othymot, House of Obsidian, and is the commander of a large cabal of elementalists – dark and wise, who in turn, command a large army of earth and fire elementals. Malphareneth is the lord of Uthrot, the House of the Fire Heart and the General of the Red Ring – those responsible for training all the soldier gladiators in Tiamat’s Army. HaelRenMeh is lord of ThanMa, the House of the Spearhead and slaving is their purview – with Fire Giants as slaves, this house is responsible for arming the legion with the products of the great forges in their charge.
Castle Theriol
Posted in Innien, Lands of the East, Men on April 17, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
After the Assault of the Star Spawn nearly a year ago, Castle Theriol has been rebuilt. Now, Young King Brogan VIII has realized his vision of a fortress that stands ready for anything that this realm, or the next, might throw at it. The Castle home of the Clockwork knights spins slowly, on a heavy cog, always oriented to face the dawning sun.
The Fay enemies of the North
Posted in Ehmis Ogh, Innien, the Fey Dark, The Fey People, The North on April 10, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
In the long and harsh Winter of 1156, Fort Loren was set upon by a trio of enemies from the Underdark. Their mission was to take control of the Creation Forge in the Fay North and spawn an army of Titanbound Forge spawnlings. Mirana, the half-giant dark elf, the Oni known as Orlok and the Fay witch called Ula did manage to take advantage of the distraction that was the siege of the Dragonbred Faederkin (below) and take the Forge. In an act of desperation, before driving off the interlopers, the Defenders of Fort Loren were forced to destroy the ancient and unique Creation Forge.
The Defenders of Fort Loren
Posted in Ehmis Ogh, Elves, Innien, Men, The Fey People on April 4, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
Fort Loren lies two days ride West of Behlwis in Northern Innien – a wild and desolate, fay-filled region known as Ehmis Ogh (Eh-miss-uff). Fort Loren is the secret guard of one of the world’s last Creation Forges. It is guarded by multiple brigades of Belhwin archers, Dehlfold warriors and warforged soldiers.
The Lords of Loren Fort are the Half-Firbolg Ythilian, the elite-warforged knight of Theriol, simply called Flint, and the elven archdruid Sahfein.
The Tablets of Fate
Posted in Innien, Lands of the East on April 1, 2013 by coyoteandthunder
The Tablets of Fate were being transported North from Theriol to the front of Tiamanthus – escorted by the veteran knights of Theriol when they were sacked by the wannabe Blightlord, Ythrot. Although Ythrotkai was able to use the Tablets to become YthrotKai, she was quickly killed and the Tablet made it to the Front. Ilja rolled a natural 20/double 00 on the finishing blow!
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The Fellkin and the Blighted Goblins
Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr 