“Planehopping” is an ongoing campaign moving from online to play-by-post. While the roster is currently full, slots may open as play progresses. The current cast of characters is as follows:
PCs
Elecia Rhell – Private sorceress with a mysterious past that haunts her both day and night. (sorcerer 9/elemental transcendent 3)
Lucius Varrelialus – Fallen paladin driven to catatonia by the horrors perpetrated on his beloved wife. (fallen paladin 10/fist of Raziel 2)
Nexx Redscales – Mysterious t’kel driven to free his people from slavery to the adu’jas. (druid 12)
Orisen Leafsong – Naïve elf who is master of the bow…or is it servant? (rogue 5/fighter 4/Order of the Bow Initiate 4)
Pasha Varrelialus – Devoted wife subjected to the cruel experiments of the Tacharim, now restored only to find her husband a near vegetable. (bard 4/druid 4/dervish 3/hand of nature 1)
Sakor Gersason – Devotee of a dead god on a quest for his deity’s restoration…or is it his own deification? (arcane disciple 9/mystic supplicant 4)
NPCs
Aeapas – Elecia Rhell’s air elemental familiar.
Graastu-Mulafa-Haak-Raak-Ma – Sakor Gersason’s grimalkin companion.
Kothar – Nexx Redscales’ dire wolf animal companion.
Xenos Redscales – Nexx Redscales’ infant son by way of a dalliance with a tiefling.
The Story So Far…
Our heroes have become embroiled with the Modron March, tasked by mysterious beings calling themselves the Four-Horned Feathered Fowl to safeguard the Mechanus natives on their unscheduled journey around the Great Ring. Along the way, the group has earned the enmity of an organization called the Tacharim. To date, they have thwarted a raid on the modrons outside of Excelsior and destroyed a Tacharim outpost, rescued the Master Trader from the clutches of Graz’zt, and restored all the subjects of one Doctor Valran’s hideous experiments via the use of a wish spell. Now, Pasha intends to escort her husband to Sigil, hoping the Bleak Cabal can do something to restore his mind. The rest of the group intends to continue keeping pace with the modrons, all the while plotting an attack on the Tacharim stronghold on Gehenna.
Side Plots…
Thanks to their naivete, the heroes introduced the adu’jas to the Great Ring, and the plant people are even now building an army intent on conquering the first layer of the Abyss. While everyone knows the plan will come to naught, Nexx Redscales is concerned for the welfare of his people; he is sure the t’kel will be used as fodder and slaughtered wholesale by the tanar’ri.
Pasha Varrelialus is torn between her devotion to her husband and the pull of the wild kindled by the mysterious being known as Haiel. Even now, the Four-Horned Feathered Fowl awaits her arrival on the Beastlands. But will she keep the appointed rendezvous or remain at her stricken husband’s side?
Orisen Leafsong was devoted to the Four-Horned Feathered Fowl named Orif’elle, but she forsook that oath in order to become the guardian of an artifact of the Seldarine. She has yet to confront the mysterious being about her choice.
Lucius Varrelialus was a paladin dedicated to the now-defunct god Xeos, named a Fist of Raziel, made a lord of Soqed Hezi, declared a champion of Ama-Tsu-Mara, and is fated to face the Destroyer of Worlds – but his spirit and mind have been broken by seeing his wife surgically altered with modron parts. With so many oaths left unfulfilled, will destiny allow this former paladin to regain his honor, or will it make an example of him?
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The Flower Infernal, Gehenna
“I don’t know how they did it! I expect it was magic. I don’t have time to worry about that now, though – all my research is in their hands. All my notes! All my recorder stone experiments!” Valran paced back and forth like a caged beast, ringing a pointed hat in his hands. The woman stood a few paces away, slowing flexing her right arm.
“Maybe this is for the best. We were always vulnerable, because the hosts had to be kept alive.”
Valran waved a hand to dismiss the comment. “I was working on it! I told you I could get around that if you’d just get me some chaos beasts!”
The woman stopped flexing and stared at the wizard, who faltered in his pacing and returned her gaze with wide eyes. He swallowed. The woman returned to admiring her arm. “We have one,” she said softly.
A smile spread across Valran’s face. “Really? Then I need to get started. I know exactly who the first patient will be…”
Somewhere Between Space and Time
Israfel reached out and snuffed the white candle on the altar. Although she couldn’t see through the faceless helm, she knew Barbello was smirking. There were now two unlit candles…the blue one had been the first one snuffed, by Orif’elle. The green candle guttered low.
“I told you they were too weak.” Barbello’s voice sounded like steel scratching glass. Israfel winced slightly and flexed her wings. She made no reply.
“You’re as bad as Haiel…always putting your faith in lesser beings. We should cultivate the exemplars! You know I’m right!” Barbello stamped a steel-booted foot for emphasis, and the sound rang throughout the chapel, rattling the stained-glass windows.
Israfel turned without a word and drifted toward the exit. Her blade-harp left its stand and drifted after her, nestling into the sheath on her back, between her wings. The book chained to her waist dragged across the marble floor, a moving target for Barbello’s blade.
“Don’t,” whispered Israfel a split second before the massive sword tip touched the book’s worn leather. Barbello halted her thrust, frozen in an awkward pose from which a mere mortal would have toppled. Without a word the armored figure reversed her movement and returned to a standing position, sword at her side. Israfel continued her egress from the chapel.
The Friendly Fiend, Sigil
“What an interesting turn of events! Never in a million years would I have guessed that outcome! I really ought to get out more…I have lost all touch with reality cooped up here in this shop!” A’kin smiled, showing his teeth, which made his guest squirm uncomfortably.
“Another cookie?” The arcanoloth held out a silver platter in one gloved hand. The red-headed man reached out and gingerly took one of the morsels. A’kin’s smile dissolved into a somber mask as he leaned forward in his seat.
“Now…tell me again about the paladin’s behavior…”