The Savage Tides

The Lifeless Depths

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ULIOTH! WHERE ARE YOU!? ANSWER ME!
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE ALTER!?
IS THE BILEWRETCH SAFE!?
ARE MY PEARLS SAFE!?
ANSWER ME! NOOOOOW!

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How to lose an Aboleth City

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NO! The tear is shattered! My brethren, quick, see to the Primal Fish Gods and destroy their husks! Send warriors to inspect the tear and nearby fountains!
What has happened!? So sudden, so soon!? Have the Aztec Gods come to reclaim what is theirs!? Lord of all That Swims in Darkness! Ahmon-Ibor! Aid you’re most loyal and devout! What has gone wrong!?

I see.
Five Warriors? Five and a half truly…
They are on their way here to the ziggurat to slay me, killing any of my kind that get in their way. I will not let them seize the alter, Master! I must know more of them. Give me your insight, tell your humble servant what to do next…

~ Ulioth, First of Primas, Great Shaman to Demogorgon

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How to rule an Aboleth City

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Something is wrong, my Master- yet I don’t know what it is. I feel like something new is down here in this rotting city. But am I merely growing over protective? I shall not have the other Lords call me paranoid again. I’ve dispatched a few extra scouting parties to sweep through the alien city.
They’ve reported the Tooth-Beast, slain by claws, swords, and arrows, his treasure missing. This alone means nothing by itself. The FarRealmiam wild life here could have ended it. One of my own charges could have done the deed weeks ago and never reported it.
Another group has reported the chamber in which the fourth flame pillar resides has collapsed in on itself? Exploded by the way the scouts report it. We were never able to get past the pillar ourselves. Whatever Aboleth shrine lay on the other side could have very well erupted by itself. You known of The Altar we cultivate. Aboleth’s and their insane architecture FEH!
I am recalling some of my charges for extra protection around our Ziggurat. I can not act rashly without cause. Since the fall of the two other Lords of Dread we watch each other, questioning everything. I will not be branded a traitor of the Sibilant Beast- the one true two headed god.

Ulioth, First of Primas, Great Shaman to Demogorgon

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Lieutenant Corporal he said...

Recruiter #425 Rakis-Ka’s report:
Aye Sar. Managed to convince some of the two-headed-one’s own cutters into signing up for his own damn Bloodwar. Even some Aberrant towers from the forgotten city, signed up! This should more than keep the Sibilant-Beast from pestering the brass for more troops. Hope this message finds ya well, Sar!
A war for him, some souls for us. A prefect deal.
Ah. Some primies wandering down around here? Recruiting fresh souls is definitely worth O’ couple more coin in my cup. Didn’t know the two-headed-huncho was hiring full on geared adventurers. This should be an easy sell!
Hope nothing unexpected happens.

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Swim Deeper.

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How delightful!
A former slave managed to sneak into my … Prison while the Primas were away. I convinced the Troglodyte Priest into bringing surfacers here. These ones appear to be quite powerful. An array of Mind, Magic, and Might. The insects wished to barter with me, how adorable. I granted whatever it was their tiny minds have asked, assurances, the locations of some trinkets. In return they have said they would destroy Tlacloc’s Tear- the accrued thing keeping me here.
It doesn’t matter if they live or die so long as the tear is destroyed. Ideally they will also slay the Transformed Lizardfolk- and the Lord of Dread down there. Afterwards I will reclaim our Alter to Holashner and leave this place. The demons and mortals can have what is left for all we care.
I should make sure to attempt to “cure” as many of my brethren as I can. Those I can not, I fear I will have to put out of their misery. Truly a tragedy for the epoch.

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The Lightless Depths

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Strangers have arrived into Laogroat. They instantly slew our priest caste but spared myself and the rest of my brothers and sisters. Has Laogzed or Quezacotl sent them? No matter, they Must be the warriors sent by the gods to help save my people from this corruption. They are strange though
A Lizard skinned Human, who casts miracles as strong as the faithful, and wields weapons of the Red Pirates.
A Quyntyc but not a slave, Zombie, or Skinwalker. Strange. He is fit and healthy, I do not know what to make of this.
A Red Pirate- Orcish- Prehaps a fellow redeemer like myself? He claims to be a singer of song but does not seem to know any proper hymns. Perhaps I should teach him some.
Another human (Shep), whose skin, features, and hair are unlike any human I’ve seen before. Wielding a simple stick as mightily as a great warrior.
And what appears to be a tamed Jungle Tiger (Zepher) which speaks!, and a Fleshraker (Shep) (Raptor), which does not speak.

I’ve guided them past the burning pools, and they have slain the guardian in the hanging forest. Passing through The Cerulean Curtain proved a challenge as the Heros were weary of its existence, and why it repels water. Asking “Where it came from? What is it?” Useless questions. The Curtain has always been! Useless question will change nothing.

We passed the way to Barbus and were attacking by a creature I’ve rarely seen. A spider made of stone and runes. The Heros over came this beast, more proof they are worthy to free my Caste. We travel deeper into the Lightless Depths tomorrow… What awaits us? My dreams no longer tell me.

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Irgzid Uzeye's Imprisonment

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Wasting away in this cursed caged while my people rot around me! Trapped for MONTHS! Nothing to do but reflect.

When the Primas returned to us … Changed, I was one of the first to accept the blessed Gifts from the Lord of Dread, and we gladly passed them onto the idiot Red Pirates (CrimsonFleet) to spread our God’s will. My brothers were soon blessed with Laogzed’s Embrace afterward but I was not. At first I feared what this ment, but I wrapped myself in bandages and grew my claws out like the rest to hide my shame.

Slowly my brothers and sisters dwindled to this what I now know is a disease and they seem to drift futher and further away from the proper teachings. When they added that second head to the alter I knew something had gone horribly wrong. After our last exchange with the … Primas… I slipped away from my brothers (They seem to grow dimmer as the days press on), and snuck back into the Temple of Ancients.

There I had a vision.

My brothers are being deceived by the Primas! By the Lords of Dread! By Ulioth! By who ever these darker powers be!
I returned to Laogroat to gather warriors, but my rally proved to be my undoing. They imprisoned me after they realized I was not tainted by the disease. They left me in a cage by the dead hoping I would contract the plague, which I have not. Preaching to me daily of the sins of Health.

Recently the Skin-walkers, more deluded followers of one of the other Lords of Dread- brought a addle Olman as a slave or sacrifice, they left him in the cage beside me.
That was two weeks ago, and I still linger here.

What’s this? Strangers have come too Laogroat.

*Boom * *Bang * *Ka-Bang * Followed by other loud sounds, and artillery fire.

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Bill’s Report

- One and three fourths a barrel of Nails, Eight tons of timber.
I’ve heard the Olman workers talk about great cities of old, twisting cave networks stretching for miles under the Island, among other marvels of the Isle of Dread. I’d be impressed to know how the ancients did all of this considering the engineering feats they would need to undertake.

- One barrel of Nails, five and a half tons of timber.
Prior to the Heros leaving to “Check out something underground" they left their dog’s corpse inside a spell of some kind. Arhk was told it was important. The spell-ball slowly attracted all sorts of sea beasties. Swarms of large squid, more Reef Mashers, Shark’s big enough to swallow the ship, Writhing masses of tentacles, and house sized crabs looking for a new home.

I missed all the action as I was below patching holes and supervising the crews for almost sixty hours straight, lower compartments are still more flooded than I’d like. Took a long nap afterwards.

- Little less than one barrels of Nails, five tons of timber. half a ton of Drift wood.
When I came topside with a bowl of crab stew in my hands. We were well on our way to Gallant Cove. Arhk was a little mad at the captain, not sure why. Oh and the dog is alive again and a dino now. Not sure how that happened.

- Little less than one barrels of Nails, five tons of timber
Met with the Glutton, the Hero’s bribed the beast for safe passage. I wasn’t worried, but Churtle scared me- curled up in a ball under her work bench chanting “Don’t find me don’t find me.” Not sure the little Kobold knew that Dragon Turtles aren’t really Dragons.

Hero’s departed for some cave to look for those bombs the Crimson fleet use. Great time to send a crew a shore, and restock. No sea beasties will bug us this close to the Glutton’s lair. Think I’ll take Churtle with us, she could use the air and dry land.

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Arkh's Log

Oh-Ho! The Captain and his mates returned victorious! Cap’n tells me the beast is dead! That means Mithril! Which means more trade opening up! Which means once The cap’n and his crew clear the of rest these beasties off this island- Good Ol’ Arkh is set for life. Ah the Mithril trade- likely the only trade ever that never fall out of favour. Well ‘cept if the mine runs out, or I fall on a sword, or get eaten by a beastie.
Chin up! Some of the new lads took betting our Heros wouldn’ make it. Us more season hands are now that much richer. Good scan by Bill connin’ the newbies inta betting against the them adventurers. Ha!

The returning heros did some voodoo callin’ to the sky and sea to return the Shepherd’s dog back to the sea? Not sure what is going on, but the pups corpse is now in some floatin’ ball under the surf. Gives me the shivers ta be honest- Not evil, just something us men shouldn’t be messin’ with.

Ye’ Ol’ Heros and Lord o’ Dread also went back to explore something else deep down in the mine. Said they “Found something.” Two words I didn’t like hearin’.

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