Pirates of the Abyss

Alberron's Summer Side Quest Part 2: Into the Twisted Earth
Everything has a catch

Just before midday (though who can tell with these ominous skies) the day after the harpies attacked Behemoth Bay Alberron begins to gather his things, having finally recovered from his hangover caused by celebrating the victory over the harpies, to join the others and try to find out what sort of trouble they’ve stirred up today. Before he can even properly find his equipment (having used his shield in a dare involving liquor, fire, and some supplies from the ship’s surgeon it was the hardest to find) he is approached by Brin.

“You must take me to these Distorted Tunnels the harpy we captured talked about.” Brin stated.

“What sort of tunnels? Harpy?” questioned Alberron rubbing his head trying to remember the previous night,”…Oh right THAT harpy. I still need to get that recipe. What are in these Distended Tunnels again?”

“Distorted Tunnels” Brin said matter of factually, ”I talked with the harpy last night after you joined the crew to celebrate (she doesn’t like you very much) and found out what she meant by ‘those who know to much.’ Choire sends people who were once within her organization but who she has no more use for to The Distorted Tunnels because they know to much to be killed and go elsewhere in the Abyss and found by another Devil or Demon. So if we sneak in to this place for even a little bit we can get some information that could prove to be very useful in our pursuits.”

“Alright, this place sounds interesting. If the people you say are there then I think we should try to release some of them if we can. I’ll see if the others are up for a little smash and grab.”said Alberron.

“No, no this we don’t need to bother the others. They’re busy winning over the town. Besides I want to be part of the action not just sit on the boat and study and with you this’ll be easy, right?” Smiled Brin.

“Hmm, I suppose we wouldn’t need the others to do a simple job like this.” Contemplated Alberron not realizing his ego was being artificially boosted, “Lets do this then. Where is the entrance?”

“Well Ocypete, the harpy you tortured, says that she can lead me to the entrance.”

“Very well. I’ll go get her, but we need to keep an eye on her so that she can’t escape.”

And with that Alberron went below decks to grab the harpy, who was very unhappy to learn that he was among those she would be leading to the Distorted Tunnels. Ocypete then lead the small group (Brin had gathered up some spare crew members to help with the spelunking) to a small cave just inside the wall of Behemoth Bay. The cave looked like it was once used as a dock before the town grew too big for it and now was in disrepair. The harpy then ran a finger along a winding groove barely noticeable on the back wall of the cave. With a rumble the cave wall split along the groove revealing an entrance into the network of caves beneath the city. With torches in hand the party entered the caverns and began to wind through the tunnels, passing what appeared to be ruins of temples that probably belonged to the people who worshiped the demons before the continent was thrown into the Abyss. Hours later the harpy stopped at one of the snake temples and approached the alter (which was far more intact then anything seen previously). “Here, the entrance to the Distorted Tunnels lies here,” indicated Ocypete frantically, “Now please release me, I’ve taken you where you wanted to go.”

“Who said you’d be released? Now step aside while Brin here’ll get us in.” stated Alberron.

“Umm…sure I’ll see what I can do.”said Brin uneasily.

Fortunately the entrance was easy to spot and the magic blocking and masking the way was simple enough to dispell. Unfortunately it was too easy and as soon as the party entered the Distorted Tunnels the entrance became blocked with a small rock slide. “I knew it was too easy. You two start digging us out and you two guard them,” stated Alberron motioning to some of the crew that had come along.

“I guess it’ll just be us three then,” commented Brin as she indicated to Alberron, Ocypete, and herself.

“I suppose so.” Alberron gruffly replied.

As they headed further into the Distorted Tunnels the name of the place soon became obvious. Perhaps because of how the continent was brought to the Abyss or perhaps because of some magic worked by Choire the twisting tunnels branched off in dozens of directions frequently including straight up and straight down and to add to that it seemed that gravity pull towards every surface so that someone could easily stand on the ceiling if they were so inclined. After mere minutes of exploring the place no one could tell which way up was suppose to be let alone where they had come from. Throughout the tunnels a cacophony of voices could be heard though the clearest voice seemed to be singing a very familiar tune, but before the party could find the person behind the voice Ocypete let out a chittering sound akin to laughter, “Ha, you were foolish to not let me free!” and with a swift press of a white pebble set into the wall (or maybe the floor) the world seemed to tip sideways and all three of them fell into a small cave they were passing.”Well, that didn’t go as planned,”said the harpy staring up at a pair of angry pirates.

Alberron’s trial tattoo——————

I decide to photoshop it with my freetime. It’s suppose to be 7 hammers that slowly spin over a round shield with icicles attached to it. There seems to be a constant layer of glistening frost over the shield.

Alberrons 7 tattoo

Alberron's Summer Side Quest Part 1: Dinner and a Fight
Even the simple minded know knowledge is power

Upon arriving in the town of Behemoth Bay Alberron ran for the Heart of Hell hoping to rouse the crew and fend off the harpies, as he neared where the ship was docked he saw that the harpies were already upon the Heart and the crew was giving a valiant effort to defend themselves. Skimming across the surface of the water Alberron neared the ship. He was however unprepared for a pair of the harpies to break off and dive bomb him. He was able to duck behind his shield for the first one but could switch positions quick enough to defend against second. Fortunately a grappling harpoon burst through the surface of the water and speared the harpy before it could rake him. Alberron gave a salute to Brin in the sub below and continued onto the ship.

As the end of the battle neared, the submarine’s grappling harpoon again burst through the water near Alberron. As the harpoon whizzed past his ear a strange idea entered Alberron’s mind. Upon it striking the harpy soaring above the ship he reached out and grasped the chain of the harpoon preventing it from being pulled back in. Glancing back at Brin he motioned for her to stop the reel and allow the harpy to crash onto the ship itself. With the battle wrapping up Alberron ties down the harpy before it can recover and escape.

“You dwarven lackey. What does your captain think he’s doing capturing me!” the harpy sneered, “If he thinks I’ll give him information, he’s made a big mistake!”
Chuckling Alberron reached for a long carving knife, “Information? I merely wanted to ask how best to grill your wings. Battle makes me hungry.”
He then began to pull on of the harpy’s wings from the bindings and nailing it to the deck.
“Wait! Wait! At least kill me first! Its not like I even know enough to be thrown in The Distorted Tunnels!”
Pausing in his work Alberron grinned down at the harpy, “Now that is interesting. Tell me more about these distorted tunnels.”
“It.tt.s a..a.a.a prison of s.s.ssorts, m.mm..made up of a network of tunnels, gates, and cells. Heh, Choire charged Kratos with guarding its entrance even though he doesn’t know it. Madam is clever that way.”
“Prison? Prison for who? Or what?” asked Brin finally speaking up after looking on in horror towards Alberron.
“For those who know too much… too much about madam.”
Amused, Alberron sat back and looked the harpy in the eye. “Well now, that bit of information can be very useful to us, and for that you’ve earned a sedative,” he stated as he landed a blow to the harpy’s head with the face of his hammer.
Later that evening as Alberron was finishing his grilling the harpy awoke groaning in pain but very much alive. “Ah, you’re awake! Good, good, I have thought much over dinner and decided that you should lead us into this prison. By the way, your wings were very tasty, I just need to find a good sauce to marinate them in… perhaps Icoso would know the recipe for one, ha ha ha.”

The diary of Lo-Kag, entry #1

Ah, what day is it today? They have all run together I’m afraid. I no longer trust the gods, Multea my love. Vengeance eludes me and my prayers go unanswered. Every night sky is as the last, empty and dark, for you are no longer with me. Even the stars seem dim as if in mourning. Your death has changed me more than I can say, my heart is hard and my soul cold. Search as I may I can find no word on Surgt’s location. Writing his name makes my hand tremble in rage, and saying it makes the bile well up in my throat. His days are numbered. I can hear your voice as if you are here with me, and I know what you would say to me sitting here, knowing what I’m about to do, but I cannot listen. I set sail tomorrow for places unknown. I cannot rest until the traitors head sits atop a pike. I wish, at least, you could have seen the ship. I know how you love them, though this one may have made your breath catch in your throat and your blood freeze in your veins. It is an extraordinary vessel to be sure but there’s something… something wrong about it. They call it The Heart Of Hell, and I fear it will be my only home for quite a while. The time of my departure is drawing near, and I must depart. Even though you are not here it calms me but a little to write to you. Farewell, until another time my love.

Multea, the sea is a disagreeable lady to be sure. I am far more suited to traveling by land, but I have gotten somewhat accustomed to the incessant rocking and creaking. The captain, Krail, is a good man if a private one. The crew is another thing altogether: Pirates my dear, bloodthirsty and dirty. There are some who seem to have more whits about them than not, I shall try to talk to them and learn what I can in hope that it can speed my deadly errand.

The gods have surely forsaken us my love. We have been swallowed whole by the sea, only to arrive in a world of blood red nightmare. There seems little hope, Krail has been shot and for all I know I am dead and serving as a meal for some fearsome fish. Frighteningly, everything seems real. Too real. I and what are left of the crew are deliberating about what to do next. What I wouldn’t give for the feel of a fistful of soft earth in my hand and the smell of spring grass.

I scarce believe it myself, but I am in the midst of a hundred talking bird-men. Kenku they call themselves, though it’s hard to understand them. Their look is unnatural, though they look frail enough. I believe a good blow to the head would put them down outright. Perhaps they know of a way out of here though, of the abyss, out of Choire’s realm. I don’t wish this fate on any other mortal. A human by the name of Telemachus Pelagic has assumed leadership of our ragtag group, and although he looks like a twig in the wind his words are sharp enough. I am not much use in the ways of speech-craft so I must make up for it in other ways. Hitting things, most likely.

My world is a black dream, Multea. I have fallen into a deep depression. This place, this realm leeches the life from you, drains you of your hope of ever seeing the mortal world again. I must confess I have allowed myself to become useless. While I succumb to myself here the rest of the crew is abroad finding a way out of this place. I wish I had the strength of will, but it is a hard thing to come by in the abyss.

It has been a while since last I wrote in these dirty pages, though how long exactly I cannot tell you. I have wallowed in my own decrepitude for these many long nights and I am sick of myself. What has happened to the strong man I once was? You would be ashamed to look upon me as I am. Once, I led a hundred strong Goliath men against twice that of the goblin tribe, and what am I now? A weak old fool. No more. We have acquired a second ship, the Jackdaw and I have new information my friends must know. There have been great events here and they must hear of it. I will aid them, and in doing so perhaps redeem myself and help deliver us from this place so that I may continue the search for your murderer. I won’t allow myself to fall so far again, I am renewed and a cold fire burns in my veins. Onward, onward to death, ruin or triumph. Whatever finds me first.

I have found my crew-mates, and not a moment too soon. They thought to take on some fearsome apes without my aid, how foolish! Though perhaps they can be forgiven as they thought me lost to my solemness, which they did not mention and for which I am thankful. You should have seen the ziggurat my dear. It was incredible, Fashioned by some lost civilization at the beginning of time, or so it seemed. It housed a mighty secret thought, and in it’s depths upon his throne of skulls sat the Ape King Zod, frightening to behold. But we persevered, and with a tenacity unrivaled we beat him down and threw his body into the great fires below while rescuing our prize, a strange girl that I have not seen before. Perhaps my companions can illuminate me further. Captain Telemachus and the Machine Man Icoso have gone to speak with the succubus, and I wish them well though I doubt they will return. In the meantime we wait, and I write.

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