PROLOGUE:
The room before you fills with a white light and your minds are taken to another place. You feel that you are looking back in history to an epic location now only known by those versed in history of a faraway plane of existence known as Greyhawk.
A you follow a group of adventurer's garbed in strange but somewhat familiar dress. You seemed to have remembered seeing them before perhaps in a painting or in a book. They trudge through a swamp and end up at a small hill with several entrances. After observing them for several of their days, you now know them by the sound of their voice, appearance and name. They are:
Sonny Dawnbreaker, the Paladin of a strange god called Heironious
Feanor, an Elven Wizard/Ranger/Druid
Rax Frost, the Wizard
Oakbranch, a somewhat crazed Druid
Mr. Pink, a Thief of great renown
Wither they are there for riches or fame you feel the party has journeyed together for many adventures and are true friends. From their conversations you hear that this is the rumored resting place of an ancient archwizard turned Lich named Acererak. He is described as a creature of surpassing evil. The group enters the tomb and encounters many obstacles, over coming all of them. You yourselves see traps and puzzles that appear so devious that passing through them seems all but impossible. But this group must be lucky, or destined for something greater and they manage to get though the tomb and head into the final room. As they close into the final room, Leif almost has a stroke as the pain in his head intensifies and he screams and drops to his knees. Jax seems to recognize some of the runes on the wall as the somewhat crazed runes from the Garden of Graves in the Faewild. A wild encounter in the last room is overcome, and the jeweled skull of Acererak is discovered! The 5 friends surround the skull and ponder their next move. Rashly, Oakenbranch touches Acererak's skull and it animates! The skull rises in the air and before anyone can act it smotes Feanor dead! The remaining players crush the skull and end the undead life of Acererak! They pile the loot in bags of holding (along with Feanor's body) and leave the tomb.
Time flies by quickly now, hours become days, days become months, until finally many years have passed. The tomb is now inhabited by small rodents and other mean creatures. A rat scurrying by is zapped by some magical energy and a shade arises out of the long dead ashes of the skull. The spirit of Acererak arises, held together by nothing more than its will during the many long years, until it finally gathered enough strength to form an essence once more. It summons its long dormant magic and calls on its infernal allies for strength it was promised. First things first the evil demi-lich thinks, as it sacrifices some animals and breaks long hidden magical gems as part of the ritual. A fiery demon is summoned from the Abyss. Acererak commands it: "You are to slay every son of Rax Frost's bloodline on the eve of their 30th birthday, and enslave their souls. I will feast on his descendants and torment their souls for eternity". Acererak continues, "Mr. Pink is of elven decent and may be among the living. You will find him, and lay this curse upon him. The curse will change his luck to be forever bad, and will eventually make him penniless and destitute. Feanor died in my halls, so I will not curse him, however I will make something especially nasty for the paladin of Heironious. I now call upon my god Vecna to curse the paladin's family! They will love and care about serving their god more than other duties even to family. They will die friendless and scorned by their children. Finally, for the Druid Oakbranch, his line is to be cursed by insanity that will lead to self-destruction. I will send part of my essence into his bloodline to be tainted by me forever! As long as the taint exists I cannot be wholly destroyed! Muh Hah hah!
Your vision fades out, the Drow that are with you look at you all oddly. Rodchewer speaks, "What an odd vision, did everyone else see it too?" The party members look at each other and without a word continue onward.
A you follow a group of adventurer's garbed in strange but somewhat familiar dress. You seemed to have remembered seeing them before perhaps in a painting or in a book. They trudge through a swamp and end up at a small hill with several entrances. After observing them for several of their days, you now know them by the sound of their voice, appearance and name. They are:
Sonny Dawnbreaker, the Paladin of a strange god called Heironious
Feanor, an Elven Wizard/Ranger/Druid
Rax Frost, the Wizard
Oakbranch, a somewhat crazed Druid
Mr. Pink, a Thief of great renown
Wither they are there for riches or fame you feel the party has journeyed together for many adventures and are true friends. From their conversations you hear that this is the rumored resting place of an ancient archwizard turned Lich named Acererak. He is described as a creature of surpassing evil. The group enters the tomb and encounters many obstacles, over coming all of them. You yourselves see traps and puzzles that appear so devious that passing through them seems all but impossible. But this group must be lucky, or destined for something greater and they manage to get though the tomb and head into the final room. As they close into the final room, Leif almost has a stroke as the pain in his head intensifies and he screams and drops to his knees. Jax seems to recognize some of the runes on the wall as the somewhat crazed runes from the Garden of Graves in the Faewild. A wild encounter in the last room is overcome, and the jeweled skull of Acererak is discovered! The 5 friends surround the skull and ponder their next move. Rashly, Oakenbranch touches Acererak's skull and it animates! The skull rises in the air and before anyone can act it smotes Feanor dead! The remaining players crush the skull and end the undead life of Acererak! They pile the loot in bags of holding (along with Feanor's body) and leave the tomb.
Time flies by quickly now, hours become days, days become months, until finally many years have passed. The tomb is now inhabited by small rodents and other mean creatures. A rat scurrying by is zapped by some magical energy and a shade arises out of the long dead ashes of the skull. The spirit of Acererak arises, held together by nothing more than its will during the many long years, until it finally gathered enough strength to form an essence once more. It summons its long dormant magic and calls on its infernal allies for strength it was promised. First things first the evil demi-lich thinks, as it sacrifices some animals and breaks long hidden magical gems as part of the ritual. A fiery demon is summoned from the Abyss. Acererak commands it: "You are to slay every son of Rax Frost's bloodline on the eve of their 30th birthday, and enslave their souls. I will feast on his descendants and torment their souls for eternity". Acererak continues, "Mr. Pink is of elven decent and may be among the living. You will find him, and lay this curse upon him. The curse will change his luck to be forever bad, and will eventually make him penniless and destitute. Feanor died in my halls, so I will not curse him, however I will make something especially nasty for the paladin of Heironious. I now call upon my god Vecna to curse the paladin's family! They will love and care about serving their god more than other duties even to family. They will die friendless and scorned by their children. Finally, for the Druid Oakbranch, his line is to be cursed by insanity that will lead to self-destruction. I will send part of my essence into his bloodline to be tainted by me forever! As long as the taint exists I cannot be wholly destroyed! Muh Hah hah!
Your vision fades out, the Drow that are with you look at you all oddly. Rodchewer speaks, "What an odd vision, did everyone else see it too?" The party members look at each other and without a word continue onward.