Prophecy's Empire

The day of Mourning
What we saw.

As minor players in a cataclysmic event, the yet unformed party watched in horror as the brilliant Pog Middlethorp (James’ mentor), the mighty Rhogar Scalebane (noble dragonborn Warden), the angelic Ithiria (Deva), and a powerful warforged named Rampart were killed in a colossal explosion atop the Cannith enclave in the city of Making.

Following the explosion, a malicious shadow arose from within a towering column of greenish gray mist. Then the mists began filling the whole city, causing an immediate cessation of the siege as armies from all sides tried to flee the oncoming terror.

Knowing better than to wait and see what happened, James ordered the airship the party had come on to flee. Manishtu, a powerful yet mysterious Shardmind whose recovery was one of Pog’s goals in coming to Making had been secured, and nothing more could be done. At the last minute, a shackled dragonborn (Roshi), managed to cling to the airship’s anchor-lines, though for a brief moment he was subsumed by the mist and almost died.

The airship barely escaped the mist. Sobered and defeated, the group parted ways in the city of Newthrone in the wild jungles of Q’barra.

Teranu's Journal: Droaam & the Grayplains Clan (Background)

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Background: Droaam & the Grayplains Clan

I have become as powerful as I am through my heritage as much as my training. My sister Utara, and the rest of the Grayplains Clan would be proud of my accomplishments, and may even smile at my communing with the primal spirits.

One day I will see them again, when I can help rid them of Rhesh Turakbar and his demon-worshippers. Thankfully, they’ve moved the clan far south of Turakbar’s Fist. The Great Crag is harder to get to, but the distance is worth it.

The Daughters of Sora Kell. I’m not sure I agree with their values, but they seek unification and recognition for Droaam, which will help significantly.

Until then, hopefully the spirits will look fondly on my clan. The Graywall Plains are teaming with life … but if Rhesh expands southward… I may have to venture back early. Hopefully I am powerful enough and with the spirits guiding me, we can hold them off until the time comes to rid Eberron of Rhesh Turakbar.

Teranu's Journal: Day of Mourning

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

The Day of Mourning

Even at dock in Krona Peak, the Spirit of Stormholm is beautiful, and guarding it with Horn & Claw has been rewarding. All I do is look menacing with my hammer and people just walk away, thinking I am the monster that people make minotaurs out to be.

I am thankful for the opportunity to travel the world as I have, even during this hellish war. Going to Cyre and evacuating people from war-torn towns and cities, it feels like we’re doing good in the world, saving lives. I am glad I’m up here and not in the thick of it. Glad no-one wants to mess with Droaam, as chaotic as everything is.

Seargent Grainger Clodeck, came up to Terios and I and told us we’re movin’ out, to get to our stations. The captain, Captain Allara Del’orien, was already at the head, preparing the ship. I felt the heat of the elemental even as I boarded. We only took on a few passengers, but they exuded power. First there was the deva, Ithiria. She was this purple angel-like creature who wore her battle-gear proudly. Then came Rhogar Scalebane, a dragonborn warden. He was a guardian of the wood, and certainly dressed that way, in all leather and hides. Then the gnome, Pog. He was the oldest gnome I’ve ever seen, and probably could speak a dozen languages and used spells more often than muscle. He had an assistant, James, who mostly stayed in their cabin working with potions and herbs and what-not.

King’s Crown was fun, especially when Rhogar joined in. I know I lost money but it was worth it to hear his stories. He’s able to change into these forms who were the essence of these primal spirits he communes with. The wind and even the ground beneath him did as he asked.

Landed in Making. We landed in a park that’s been harvested of it’s trees. The heroes went off and did their thing, and Horn & Claw did our thing – guard the Spirit.

Pog came back with a crystal-covered humanoid, known as a Shardmind. He said later his name was Manishtu. Pog pleaded with me to keep him safe. He then said if anything happened that put the ship in danger, to take off. This just got serious.

Soon after, the tower the deva flew to exploded. Then mist started pouring out of it. We had to get out of there, and so we got on the ship and tried to leave Making as fast as we could. We did too – even got a stow-away – a dragonborn named Roshi. But Rhogar, Pog, Itharia … gone. We’re currently racing as fast as we can east trying to outrun whatever this mist is. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping all of us going, lest we be overcome, either mentally or physically by the mist.

Cyre is gone. I think we were the only people who managed to escape in the entire land. We landed on the highlands just inside the Valinar border. As insane as it sounds, it seemed to stop right at Cyre’s border.

We’re off to Newthrone. Grainger says the Liondrake Mercenaries are sure to get all there brutes in line preparing for the aftershock. Gonna miss the Spirit, but duty calls. We had a good run.

Roshi says he can the Riverwatcher Clan, a dragonborn clan south of Newthrone They know of Rhogar … hopefully I can find training there.

Teranu's Journal: Four Years Later

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Four Years Later

This has been a great four years. The Liondrake Mercenaries have been good to me, and I’ve learned a helluva lot. Heskin, my mentor at the Riverwatcher Tribe, has trained me well. Now I feel like I am ready for big and better things. I’m still House Tharashk through and through, but they’ll be benefiting from my experiences now, not the other way around. Kork’ll be great in my place – he’s a lot smarter than I am.

Heskin’s proud of me, and tells me to trust in myself. I’m proud of who I’ve become. I know I’ll return the favor when I become known like Rotgar, and until then, I need to work on me.

It was great seeing James, but it did bring … memories. Then Roshijoined us! Roshi believes it’s fate, and talks about our destiny. Not sure I agree, but it does mean something. They speak often of prophecies and fate, conversation which makes me yawn. Hopefully they keep it light at the Bitch’s Tit tonight! Time to drink!

The house Sivis problem

On the third Zul of Therendor (early spring), year 998, Sivis workers in Krona Peak received a distress call from the enclave in Newthrone. Under the leadership of Orla Santor, the Sivis gnomes of Newthrone had gone to excavate an ancient Dragonborn tmple in the ruined city of Sulthirak. The routine communication between Orla and the skeleton crew left to manage the House proper in Newthrone went dead.

James Biegle was sent by Talia Torralyn d’Sivis (leader of Taskers Dream) to investigate the matter. Manishtu, who has been living in Krona Peak studying the prophecy, seems to have played some role in encouraging James’ involvement.

Roshi and Teranu were hired on the 3rd Far of Therendor, 998, to assist James in finding out what happened to Orla and the other Sivis gnomes.

A new crew of gnomes from Zilargo arrived on the 4th Mol of Therendor. Operations were quickly restored to normal capacity. A terrible fever was established as a cover story for the weeks of disrupted operations at the House.

On the 4th Sar of Therendor (last day of early spring), James and his company returned and notified the enclave that Orla and the other gnomes in Sulthirak have been slain by demons they accidently released in their dig.

Teranu's Journal: Journey to Haka’torvhak

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Journey to Haka’torvhak

Day 1: I realized today that while it definitely is good to see James and Roshi again, we are entirely different people than we were four years ago. I agree with Roshi in that fate seems to have brought us together, I just don’t know why. Hopefully it is for good.

During the evening, James and Roshi started talking about fates, the world at large, and in general intellectual stuff. I decided to go to sleep, as it had been a long day, and I should get sleep while I can before we start getting close to Haka’torvhak. I’ve never been out that far, but I’ve heard the stories.

Day 2: Outside of running across some of the dragonborn tribes, it was a pretty uneventful day. There was some small talk throughout the day, but we kept to ourselves for the most part. I was in my element, James didn’t show any emotion either for or against it. Roshi hated this trek, even with Skash, his lizard, follwing him.

That evening, we tried to get to know each other in ways that really mattered – combat. I’m not exactly sure what Roshi does, but he’s made a pact with someone named Morial? All I know is that it apparently lives in Xoriat, the Realm of Madness. I’m fearful of whatever it is getting lose, but Roshi seems confident he can control it, so I will trust him.

James is impressive. For a gnome, he can move amazingly well, and jumps everywhere. He doesn’t seem to use weapons outside of tiny shuriken. He’s definitely the agile one of the group. Hopefully he can avoid getting hit.

I showed off my form. They did think it neat, especially in the sweltering jungle. Couldn’t really show them any of my guardian powers, as I didn’t want to hurt them. I did tell Roshi he should try to stick by me though, as it would help me do what I do better – protect them.

Day 3: Started getting into the border swamp of Haka’torvhak. The volcanic haze smelled of sulfer, and the waters had a layer or ash covering it. This may all be natural, but it does have the demonic taint of the dragon below.

Battle! Our first one together. We fought some corrupted bullywogs. I think I did well, except for leaving Roshi un-defended for a few seconds. They took advantage of it. I need to start trusting them more in battle – that they will bring my foes to me, and take care of any I can’t. My job is to protect Roshi, and keep them busy fighting me.. We got a Staff of Fiery Might, which had an Eberron Dragonshard of Animosity on it. Roshi turned the staff to dust, but the shard’ll help. Hopefully it doesn’t get lost in his stuff. Our party definitely is unique!

Rains started again. I turned my tent into a tarp and let them sleep. The rains refreshed me, and it was the one thing I could connect to as not being corrupted.

Day 4: Reached the rise before Haka’torvhak. The rains stopped and on an outcropping, we could see the sky again, if not for a second. There it stands off in the distance, as does our goal – Sulthirak. That volcano must be over 4 miles high!

Teranu's Journal: Heskin and the Winter Herald (Background)

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Background: Heskin and the Winter Herald

I’m starting to feel the call of nature. I feel the wind blow, backing the force behind my actions. I feel faster than I ever have. The mud is encouraging beneath my hooves, ready to support and stabilize me.

“Put your trust in nature. It will guide you to where you are needed, and knows who you will become. You are going to be a great warden of the world – believe in yourself.” Heskin’s right. I think I believe in myself, but it’s still a little foreign to me to trust in nature.

“You’ve come a great way, Teranu. It is time to see who nature has decided for you to become.” With only a day of rations, he sends me out into the Q’barra jungle to face whatever comes.

Nothing so far. The jungle is quiet. I have a good idea of where I am, but Heskin felt I should try to live more in the wild, so I’ve abandoned the trail. I started a campfire to heat the rations given to me. I’m not sure how smart it is to do this, but I’ll be doing this more often than not, so this is how life is going to be.

Then it came! A wolf almost as tall as I was, and white as the snow-capped mountains in the Mror Holds. I’ve never even heard of wolves this size, let alone this type, being this far south.

I took a defensive stance, and let it come. It lept towards my neck, but I used the incoming force to throw it behind me. Now it was my turn. I charged the wolf, who came at me just as fast.

We must’ve fought each other for some time, as the moons had shifted quite a bit. I kicked him off me and got up. In the second’s rest I had, I re-stablized my footing taking my earth stance and dared him to come at me, snorting.

But he didn’t. He did something I’ve never seen before or since – he bowed. Well, as much as a wolf can. I recognized the bow and returned the favor, holding my mace to my chest. I offered him some of my ration.

I knew in my heart that I had succeeded. The wolf stayed with me throughout the night, and ran with me the next day. Then … he was gone. I went back to the Tribe and told Heskin what happened, he smiled.

“The winter herald has deemed you worthy, Teranu. You certainly are going to be a great warden.” He taught me how to call on the winter herald, this white wolf of the Frostfell. Soon I was able to use a power he had bestowed upon me – the frostgrip. Water would shoot out of the ground like a hot spring, but freeze quickly around my enemies, freezing their entire lower-half in place.

When I turn into this form, I get to “see” my old friend again. I sense his presence, and am reminded of our great battle, and running through the wilds of Q’barra, racing through the jungles like it was our … home.


The temple of Sulthirak, near the base of the huge volcano Haka’Torvhak, held many secrets for party to unearth. The lands around Haka’Torvhak are clearly tainted, the party having had to fight bullywugs and demons to get to Sulthirak, a sign that the Rakshasa overlord imprisoned within the volcano is more active than any sane person would care to think about.

Most importantly, it was the resting place of The Heart of Eberron, a 12 foot eberron dragonshard which the party is currently escorting to Newthrone, with plans to take to Krona Peak and give to the care of Manishtu.

Strange ancient technology was found in the Temple, including a illusion generating device which told the story of the Temple. When the dragonborn failed to contain the Rakshasa 9000 years ago, the duty was taken from them by the dragons who to this day manage the fiend. Additionally, the Minotaurs have some kind of relevant connection to the dragonborn, having helped build the ancient structures of this lost city. The illusion did not say where the minotaurs are from.

A glowing segment of wall within the temple revealed a portion of the draconic prophecy. Because of the archaic syntax of this very old form of draconic, Roshi needs time and reference materials to make anything coherent out of the phrases.

Teranu's Journal: Sulthuriak Temple

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Sulthuriak Temple

We arrived early on the fifth day. We descended under the layer of haze persisting around Haka’torvhak, so we were actually about to see a good distance surrounding the excavation site. There were several tents surrounding the temple, all empty.

From what we could tell, nothing had come in and slaughtered them, nor were they poisoned. They hadn’t left in a hurry, and no-one had ransacked the place. We concluded they had probably been manipulated somehow and had gone into the temple, so that’s where we went.

The inside of the temple was as you would expect of an old dragonborn temple. Every so often, we came to a set of massive doors, which we would push open. We found out later there was some gadgets or magic which closed the doors after a while. At this point, we’re following some specks of blood found by one of the doors.

Combat! We found a corpose of one of the gnomes (we think) in one of the rooms we came across. Several demons walked about the room, one was feasting on the corpse. We may have been in over our heads, but we triumphed. We did a lot better than before, and I think Roshi only got hit once. My friend helped me throughout the fight, and I know he enjoyed defeating the demons just as much as I did.

James was in trouble, and I couldn’t get to him. He survived though, with the help of Roshi’s gadgets. I wish there was something I could’ve done.

One of the demons got away – a little fat round demon with wings. He carried a horn, which he had sounded to bring another … thing into the battle. We’ll have to face him again, I know it. And next time, he won’t get away!

We proceeded on, going through doorways and corridors, and came upon a huge room with the draconic prophecy written on the walls. Roshi and James were awe-struck. Roshi wrote down everything that he saw. I know draconic from being with the Riverwatchers, but this was foreign to me. James said it was more arcane than draconic.

The next big room we came to had statues surrounding a throne. Roshi walked up to the throne, and must’ve triggered something, cause these spinning tops of death, sharp edges included, appeared and started attacking us. I knocked the first one over easily enough, but another one appeared.

Roshi and James started trying to disarm it. I tried to keep them focused, cause theyw ere starting to panic … at least Roshi was.

It was not a battle we’re used to, but we got through it. Each top was powered by a shard, and in the end, we got three Khyber Dragonshards out of it. Those will be very useful.

Seems though we’re getting better and better as we move on. Grainger used to say “stay together, work together, win together!” I believe in those wors now more than ever.

After that, we made our way back up and out of the temple. We were all pretty drained, but we got through the night.

Teranu's Journal: Heart's Descent

Journal of Teranu Plainstrider

Heart’s Descent into Talenta

Newthrone. One would’ve never thought that I’d be so apprehensive entering the city I’ve been a part of for the past four years. However, it is exactly how well I know this city that makes me so apprehensive, carrying what we do. I’m almost glad I don’t have the understanding that James or Roshi have about the Heart. Keeps me focused on protecting it.

House Sivis has apparently been filled to full strength while we were go, which was expected. However, these gnomes are from Zilargo, not Krona Peak. Even though they are of the same house, if they found out we we carry, they would commandeer it for their own purposes. Through lying and deception, we managed to hide the Heart in House Sivis for the time being. We hid it in a crate as big as I am, which gives you a good idea of just how massive this Heart is. Afterwards, James spoke with Jin, who arranged to get us the airship we so desperately need right now to get this thing out of Newthrone.

The night passed by uneventfully. James submitted his report to the new leader of the Newthrone enclave, Breena, but she knew he was hiding something. With a crate this large and no eyes having seen what’s in it besides us, it was expected. James even slept with Roshi and I in the stables, as he feared for his life. We almost completely forgot that the assasin, Itharia re-born, is still on the loose.

In the morning, James guarded the crate while Roshi went to get us some supplies for the upcoming journey to Krona Peak. I realized that we probably could use some extra guards, so went to Liondrake and get Terios and Sark to help out. I paid them 100 gold each out of my own pocket. James told me that I’d get reimbursed. I just hope we don’t need them.

As soon as the airship arrived, we started booking it. Terios and I guarded each side of the crate while Sark was up top. When we arrived to the airship, we told the captain rather bluntly that we needed to get going. While surprised, he obliged, as we ghad gotten the supplies he would need. We were finally on our way to Krona Peak.

The Desert Wind
The Desert Wind is a capable-enough airship. Manned by a skeleton-crew of 6 half-elves, including Captain Drew, and first-mate Quinn, they went about their jobs a little more hectic than usual, but that was expected. I’m glad Terios and Sark were able to come.

A few rounds of Kings Crown helped to make the trip a little more enjoyable. Especially for me since I won 100g back.

Battle! Four elven warriors on bats descended upon the ship. They were definitely professionals, the way they fought and looked. They were dressed all in black leather riding black bats. They came for this ship and this cargo. We fought them off, but not soon enough, as the captain and first-officer were killed, meaning the elemental was un-controlled. We braced ourselves for the crash into the Ironroot Mountains (all three of the us guards almost got thrown off the ship). Everyone seemed to make it out okay, but each of us came to a scary realization:

If they wanted to crash the ship, they had people on the ground to pick up the downed cargo…


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