Heroes of Arkhosia

Chapt. 1
Sing to me, O Muse, of the doings of Gaeshix,

The Destroyer of Devils, Walker on Water,

Owner of Great Ego, and Collector of Insurmountable Shinies.

The tale begins upon a field of battle,

by the hills of the Evil Dead,

A victory had been one over the horned empire

by the brave and troubled Rhogar of the Red.

Wrestling in the camp of the brave dragonkin,

Gaeshix Waterwalker was bested

by the brave and doomed warriors of scale and claw.

But, lo, how this strengthed the resolve of the

Crowned One!

Sent into battle on the morrow, the tribe

of Vethisvaerx Bahamut felled many devilspawn.

Devilspawn of arrow and sword gasped their last

before the mighty party of dragonborn.

Upon the cliff lay the goal of the parties venture:

a place of dark, evil and devil-commune.

Down into the temple went the fellowship.

Past trap and hazard they ventured

collecting all skulls and namesakes of the

cursed Nine Hells of the Devilkings domain.

Into the final chamber strode the party;

led by Talon the Ill-lucked, Son of Kell,

mighty champion of Red and wielder of Devilbane.

Patton the Long-Winded, Thinker of Much Repute,

Orator of Elements, Bringer of Chill and Longarmed

walked with them. It was he who discerned the purpose

of the golden skulls, reagents of Alarm-Givers summons.

Upon the placement of the final key, a portal did open

and the names of the pact-damned did themselves

write upon the walls in devilish blood.

'twas Vivexa the Short-legged, Slayer of Many,

Club-wrathful in Highest Respect, Owner of

Many Boots, Feller of the Invincible, and

Elven-tounged that first knew the purpose

of the dungeon. She bade withdraw from

the chamber and the party flew up the stairs

to the embrace of the dawning sun.

There, met the adventurers their foe.

Mantus, Lord of Avernus, stood before them.

A deal he offered them, a pact of terrible consequence.

All brave dragonborns denied. All brave kobolds denied.

It was here, Mantus showed his true soul.

He did not battle the party there,

back to his lair he fled, leaving naught but wonder

in the minds of the champions of Arkhosia.

Chapt. 2
A feast was had in honor of the heroes.

Great boars were prepared to celebrate

the return of Vethisvaerx Bahamut.

The cadre of remaining warriors drank

and sang songs of the fearless party's

small victory. But, they were all of them doomed.

In the middle of the moons jouney,

the devilspawn struck. Killing the sleeping

first, the horned fiends wreaked havoc

in the camp. Yet, it was Bewho who awoke first.

Bewho, Champion and Favored of Bahamut,

wielder of justice and sword, Foe-Finisher

and Strong-breathed, stepped forward

first to take her revenge. Threw hordes of

Tieflings did Gaeshix and his compatriots hack.

The host of assassins soon lay fallen before

the clawed feet of the Platinum God's chosen.

Rhogar, son of the Lord Murderer, was weakened

in the attack; a blade of the vilest make of Turathi

steel punctured his steel armor. Yet it is said that

the party of Gaeshix was as merciful

and benevolent as dangerous.

The wounds of the general were mended and lifted

to speak he was by Talon Blackarmor.

"Friends and warriors," he begun, "the time of victory

has passed us. Now, for the sake of the soldiers

we must flee through the mountains."

Shocked and awed was the party by such

Turathi and cowardly words, yet with their cunning

they saw wisdom behind the words of the war-master.

As Gaeshix looked through the dead for pieces of gold,

Patton rose and shouted his support of Rhogar's plan.

Threw the moutain would be the next

adventure of the fabled companions of

Gaeshix Sharkrider.

Chapt. 3
Through the mountain went

the party of the Breath.

Fearlessly led ahead by

Vivexa of the Never-Sated Club.

Past living pillars and doors belonging

to the morning's lamp and to evening's pilgrim.

Dared not venture through the doors

did the fearless scaled warriors

yet in their future it was fate-written

to enter these paths.

The party upon came the camp

of the dark-skinned elfkin,

reveling in their bounty.

Swords were drawn and final breaths

took in the battle. Gaeshix, of the

Fleeted-Foot chased down

the final of the white-haired raiders.

It was at this time, did the heroics of

Bewho, Owner of Much Wisdom,

Child of Who-bee the son of Rhogar,

was sharpened and revealed to all.

Back through the Mind Flayer's highway

she urged her fellows. Great Gaeshix

showed a moment of displeasure

at the thought of return, yet all went bravely.

It was at this moment, their true purpose of

their underground exploit was made known them;

discovery of a divine traitor and the relic of a

winged sire was their purpose that day.