The crash of siege weapons could be heard even within the walls of the outpost. It wouldn't be long now. The human armies would smash in the barred door and slaughter the priests and magicians within, along with their hobgoblin guards. The Kingdom was falling, and the goblins had failed. No ritual power could be gathered, no harnessing of arcane or abyssal energies would prevent it. Sent here only a month before, Striegboirk wandered the halls, looking for anything he might be able to loot easily. He was planning an escape, but the encircling defenders were a problem. Perhaps if he could survive the initial assault, he could slip out in the chaos of battle and escape. Of all the magicians and priests here, it seemed Striegboirk was the only one looking for a way to survive the day. The Venkelvorians were hosting a feast, gorging on food to carry into the afterlife for the Most Glorious Never Full. The Zarongellians had already immolated themselves that morning. Only Hrugo seemed to still be trying to "win" something. He and his dedicated hobgoblin bodyguards were even now below, conducting a ritual of some sort that Hrugo referred to as his "salvation and destruction".
Gliding down the hall, Striegboirk heard a great roar and the groan of a structure failing even as he fought to keep his feet. The walls were breached! Some mighty force had toppled a wall or a door somewhere and the whole building had felt it. Dust and smoke began filling the halls and Striegboirk scurried for cover. Hobgoblin soldiers were swarming the halls now, and the clash of combat began to echo everywhere. Striegboirk joined a contingent of soldiers, fighting off a veritable horde of humans intent on killing every goblinoid they saw. His spells slowed the onslaught and the hobgoblins rallied around Striegboirk. But even potent magics and dedicated soldiers wouldn't win this day. One by one Striegboirk's hobgoblin allies fell around him until only three stood between him and certain death. His group had been pushed back and deeper within the outpost. Seeing the opportunity to run, Striegboirk utilized a secret door, disappearing from the combat none too soon. Some human wearing the robes of the GoldGuard had arrived with the humans. His magics were far more powerful than Striegboirk's, and Strieg knew it. Rushing down the secret passage, Strieg stumbled as some blast of sorcery behind him likely annihilated the remaining hobgoblins beside which he had been fighting. Regaining his feet, he saw, to his horror, that the sorcery had penetrated the secret passage and was seeping towards him. A pallid turquoise blue smoke cloud was gaining on him as he scrambled to reach the end of the passage. Not worrying who might be on the other side, Striegboirk ripped open the door and scrambled through. The turquoise smoke seemed to reach the door just closed and stopped. Breathing hard, Strieg turned to see what now lay before him. He blanched. Staring at him were not one but three of the GoldGuard, with their bodyguards! Blood dripping from their blades, the bodyguards turned and Strieg prepared to be cut down. A voice barked over the guards' war cries, though, stopping the men in their tracks. Strieg looked. A woman wearing a turquoise stole over her golden robes looked at Strieg. She began waving her arms and chanting. Strieg tried to bolt, but the guardsmen simply grabbed him and held him down. Finishing her spell, the woman with the stole laid her hands upon Strieg and there was a great blue flash. Striegbork waited for the pain. It didn't come. He opened one eye, then the other. The guards and mages were all gone. What lay before him was the ruins of the hall in which Strieg had exited the secret passage. The damage of battle still marred the scene. And yet... Strieg stared. Something was amiss. Gradually it occurred to him what was wrong, and oh, how he railed. Striegboirk had become unstuck in time!
He could not move from his position, and he watched, fascinated, as time swept past him, gaining speed. The decay of the surroundings played out before him, occasionally enlivened by creatures and beings passing through the halls. None of them seemed to notice him. Eventually, he got used to watching the passage of time around him. He could tell that many years, far more than he would have lived as a mortal, were passing, slowly increasing in speed the longer he was unstuck in time. Then something curious happened. The Green Man came.
Strieg was watching a lovely fungus expand itself along a wall, poisoning the other fungus around it as it also leeched mineral from the walls to strengthen itself even as it weakened dangerously those same walls to which it clung. Strieg felt a tingle unlike anything he had ever felt and suddenly a man in black and white robes and a domino mask split between the two colors with bits of green glass or crystal sticking into his skin was rushing through the ruins, a knee-high cloud of turquoise dust kicked up by his passage and a billowing cloud of it in his wake. Strieg stared slack-jawed as the man, a human by all appearances, said to Strieg "Out of the way, little goblin. I have business this direction!"
He then did something Strieg quite did not expect. Aside from apparently being able to see the goblin, unlike anyone else in all the long years Strieg had been stuck, the man actually touched Strieg!
Jolted out of the man's way, Strieg stumbled from the impact, coughing as a cloud of the turquoise dust enveloped him in the man's wake. Then Strieg felt an extreme drain. Fatigue unlike any he had ever known gripped him. He fell to his knees, onto his face, leaving him prone upon the floor.
Awakening some time later, Strieg pulled himself upright. He checked for damage, but found none, only a strange hollowness within him, where his power once welled up and sprang forth. And a new wrinkle to his appearance. Not a speck of his green warty hide still showed. He was smooth... and deep blue in hue! The same shade of turquoise he had seen making dust had replaced his natural coloring. And stolen his power. Striegboirk could feel it. He was weakened by his time unstuck... in time.
Striegboirk was in the remains of the chamber he had exited into all those years ago. It was a hub room. Several passages split off from it, as well as a few doors and some stairs. Not really remembering his way around after all this time, Striegboirk chose a random path and set out.
Striegboirk used up much of his power fighting off the human attack, but some of his power remains. Currently Striegboirk has one less spellslot/level he can normally cast. He needs to rest and he will be ok. Once upon a time, Striegboirk was at least a 9th level caster. Time decayed his power so he is now only a 3rd level caster. Regaining xp will renew his power again, obviously. In addition, once upon a time Strieg was not Blue. Time seems to have stained his hide and removed all his previous blemishes.
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Striegboirk's legs were shaky, so Striegboirk fell to Striegboirk's knees and vomited. Wuz Striegboirk dead? What had that hooman wench dun to Striegboirk. Had his spirit fursaken Striegboirk? Striegboirk needed to find Striegboirk's spirit rat.
Striegboirk dug thru Striegboirk's juju pouch and fondled Striegboirk's "special mushrooms". Striegboirk knew that fasting before a spirit quest was necessary, and luckily Striegboirk hadn't eaten in Striegboirk-didn't-know-how-many years. Striegboirk didn't know where Striegboirk wuz, so Striegboirk pooped on the floor to make Striegboirk feel better.
Striegboirk grasped Striegboirk's juju necklace, made of tasty hooman finger bones and sinew, and weaved a juju chantation. Striegboirk threw a handful of bones on the ground and danced around them. Striegboirk tried to read the bones to see if finding a new spirit rat, right here and now, would be a good idea or not.
Cast Augury to see if doing an 8 hour ritual to get his "Spirit Animal" (aka familiar) will bring about good or bad results for Striegboirk
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Striegboirk cast the bones and asked questions...but the mysteries were too complex, or the question too vague, or the herbs used for the ritual too stale. Striegboirk cast his divination, seeking guidance from the hero-gods. Should Striegboirk seek his spirit rat? Would Striegboirk find success here? Alas, the small fire lit burned down, the herbs consumed, and nothing came to Striegboirk. Whether the hero-gods weren't listening or they didn't care to answer, Striegboirk knew not. He scooped up his knucklebones and danced on one leg, yet the hero-gods were indifferent. The darkness of the halls oppressed him rather than comforted, a strange sensation for any goblin. Striegboirk sauntered down the hall he had been squatting in and randomly took the first set of stairs he found. A rumble from Strieg's belly assured him that now that he was a part of the time stream again, his body would require food...soon.
Augury can only tell you things up to a half-hour in advance, so knowing whether or not an 8 hour ritual was a good idea was outside the spell's capabilities. I rolled a 92%; per the spell you had a 70%+1%/level chance of success. Failing gets you a result of "nothing", which the cleric cannot tell is either a "failed" result or an actual "nothing" result. Sorry, Strieg. Like Jon Snow, you know nothing...
Striegboirk asked the heroes a question. The heroes didn't tell Striegboirk either way. So, obviously, they wanted Striegboirk to decide if Striegboirk should do it or not. Striegboirk pooped again because Striegboirk did Striegboirk's best thinking while pooping. Striegboirk decided that Striegboirk should do it, so Striegboirk pulled out Striegboirk's portable campfire, ate some Striegboirk-doesn't-know-how-old rations, and then ate Striegboirk's "special mushrooms" and Striegboirk began a new chantation. Striegboirk beckoned the spirits for another spirit rat, Striegboirk's connection to the spirit world.
try his ritual for a new spirit animal
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Striegboirk surrendered to the mushrooms, to the chantations. An ecstasy of feelings overwhelmed Striegboirk. Striegboirk wandered from the Halls of Zog into the Halls of Spirit Beasts. Strieg followed a running creek to the side of a mountain. Scratching came from the mountain. Strieg ripped open the mountain with Strieg's giant hands. Mushroom hands! Strieg bit off a piece of Strieg's mushroom hand and ate it. Tearing up mountains is hard work! Now the mountain was open and Strieg looked inside Strieg saw a hole down inside. Strieg climbed in the hole. It was a good goblin hole. just the right size. Crawling was tiring work! Better have a mushroom break to refuel. Strieg ate more of Strieg's mushroom hand. It was a funky mushroom. Hair filaments on the inside tickled at Strieg's throat as Strieg chewed. Strieg heard a squeak ahead. Strieg leaped up, swallowed the last bit of mushroom in Strieg's mouth, and pressed forward. Strieg came to a chamber at the end of the tunnel. Inside were scurrying shapes. Strieg couldn't see into the shadows clearly. Strieg peered hard at the far end of the chamber. Peering into shadow was hard work! Strieg munched on Strieg's mushroom hand as Strieg peered. Strieg looked at the stalk of the mushroom. It was chewed down to a squiggly pink strip, unappetizing to say the least. Strieg took Strieg's next bite from the far end. A flash of movement across the room caught Strieg's eye. Strieg closed on it. It fled! Chasing down a new tunnel, Strieg felt the flush of sweat. The temperature was rising as Striegboirk followed Strieg's quarry. Chasing quarry was hard work! As Strieg ran, Strieg tried to finish off Strieg's mushroom hands. Steigboirk wasn't paying attention to hStrieg's quarry's flight. Striegboirk stumbled in the tunnel and pitched forward. Strieg was so sweaty Striegboirk slid! Down, down, down Strieg slid. The heat became unbearable. Sliding forever was hard work! Strieg ate the last bit of Strieg's mushroom hands, noticing that the nibble-marks Strieg had created looked funny, sort of familiar and yet Strieg couldn't place it. Strieg finally slid free of the tunnel. Strieg was falling down into a vast sea of fire! The mushroom leftovers in Strieg's hands writhed fearfully. As Strieg splashed into the sea of fire, Streig suddenly rolled, scattering embers and wiping out Strieg's summoning circle. Strieg rolled around the ground, putting out the fires burning Strieg's clothing. Strieg hopped and hooted, patting out fire and smoking like a cigar. As Striegboirk finally settled. Strieg turned to look at Strieg's mess. A huge rat stared at Strieg. It twitched it's pink tail. It looked bored.
Strieg gathered Strieg's meager supplies. Rat stared. It searched the mess for food bits lost in the scatter. When Strieg was ready, Rat slouched closer and followed as Strieg headed down a random hall. Strieg needed an exit!
Spirit Rat summoned. Eight hours passed.
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Striegboirk's pants were on fire. Striegboirk relieved Striegboirk of those and left them in a steamy pile next to the poop. Striegboirk's new rat friend was hungry, so Striegboirk gave Slurry Striegboirk's last ration. Striegboirk collected Striegboirk's portable campfire bead, it would not work for some time now. Striegboirk pooped again, Striegboirk's poop pile was becoming mighty at this point. Striegboirk needed sleep, so Striegboirk cuddled Striegboirk's new rat friend next to Striegboirk's epic pile of poop and hopefully got some sleep.
sleep.. taking turns with Slurry....
Slurry is my rat BTW
Strieg woke famished. Strieg had nothing for Strieg to eat. Except Slurry. Slurry confirmed to Strieg that eating Slurry would not be good. Slurry nipped Strieg on the toe even as Strieg licked Strieg's lips and eyed the big rat hungrily. Seeing Slurry intended to do the devouring if Strieg pressed things, Strieg abandoned eating Slurry. And Strieg also had no mushrooms. Strieg ate all of Strieg's mushrooms on the way to and from the Halls of Spirit Beasts. Strieg moved off down a random hallway, brushing cobwebs from Strieg's way as Strieg passed. In Strieg's spotty memory, this hallway descended to the priest floor. Hrugo's realm, once. Moving cautiously in the dark, Strieg and Slurry looked for stairs down. The priests were still a floor or two above the ground, but Strieg got the impression the ground wasn't exactly the same anymore. And Strieg had no concept of how much damage the attack that stranded Strieg outside time had done to the whole keep. Whatever had caused that breach that started the attack had been on a massive scale. No siege weapon had done that. It had to have been sorcery, and Strieg had no idea what it may have done. Seeing deep cracks in the walls, Strieg and Slurry watched for widening fissures and signs of dangerous areas. Striegboirk and Slurry weren't very good at this. Strieg was negotiating a cracked floor in the hallway. Some pressure had shoved the far end of the hallway Strieg followed up, creating a higher floor at the crack. As Strieg clambered over the hole, Slurry decided then to use Strieg as a bridge. Bad idea. Strieg's fingers were barely holding the far side of the crack. Slurry was not a small rat. Slurry's weight overbalanced Strieg's perch and Strieg's fingers slipped loose. With a howl of despair, Strieg and Slurry plummeted down, down, down, banging and bumping roughly. Abruptly, the hole opened up below Strieg and Slurry. Strieg and Slurry free fell into a chamber, watching as a troupe of goblins were exiting the Barghest Door. Strieg and Slurry managed to tumble facing them as they watched Strieg and Slurry fall from a crack in the ceiling. As Strieg came to an abrupt halt, Strieg looked around Strieg. The face of Snarling Zagog looked down on Strieg and Strieg screamed in fear before Strieg realized it was merely an illusion of mighty Zagog. Strieg lay on the floor of Hrugo's Temple to Venkelvore! Then, achingly bruised and battered Strieg passed right out. Slurry disentangled Slurry from Slurry's master's mess, stared unconcernedly at the goblins watching Slurry's master be unconscious, and then wandered off to find food. Strieg had given Slurry none. Strieg isnt very good at this, thought Slurry.
Strieg has joined up with the party. Strieg has enough non-lethal damage to knock Strieg unconscious for a moment.
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