by Thrugg (Marty) 23 Hs
TL;DR: Thrugg awakens 1,000 years in the future and finds the tropical island of Summerport is now frozen. He writes some new songs. Salazar's Recap | Theobold's Recap | Mindartis' Recap | Kegrove Chronicles
Well, recent events have forced me to continue documenting my adventures in this paltry medium. It appears that the great wave we sought refuge from sent us nearly 1,000 years into the future. On our arrival, it was quite clear that Summerport had been decimated. What was once a mighty tropical port is not longer mighty, tropical, nor even a port. In light of this, I have renamed this city to Winterport!
Seeing our surroundings, Dwain and I volunteered to take point and make sure the way to the Tankerd was safe. We left Onen and Salazar at the obelisk to manage the survivors with clear instructions that they should give us a head start and then follow. Not wanting to burden Onen and Salazar more, we let Bryn join us.
We made it to the Tankerd,made the necessary fixes to ensure that it was habitable and located enough rations for our party and the survivors for several days. After doing so, Onen and Salazar made it to the Tankerd with a handful of men. Salazar informed me that the rest were lost. Knowing Salazar all too well, I ran out to try to rescue as many of my fans as I could. While my efforts were great, we still lost nearly 100 of the survivors. I don’t blame Salazar for this, after all, what did I expect? However, I am disappointed that Onen was not able to do more to protect these innocent survivors from Salazar’s actions.
by salazar (Paul) 23 hs
TL;DR: The heroes of Summerport awaken 700 years later in a frozen version of what they knew before. Theobold's Recap | Mindartis Recap
It has been another long, cold day here at the Tankard. Lok Feyn has been more loyal to his duties than I ever expected my companion to be. He must have put a lot of trust in me since that fateful day we met. Those who volunteered for guard training seem to be doing well, my appointed captain Fredisicmo and I will have to go out and lead a hunt later today. The rations are getting low.
As the day passes and it starts getting closer to dusk, Lok Feyn rushes in with a warning to the East, it seems that Thrugg and Dwain have returned with others and that he noticed they are being surrounded by bandits. I rush out of the office shouting to Fredisicmo to grab two men and follow me. We rush East towards the crumble lighthouse to aid my comrades.
As I get closer I can see one group of the bandits are aflame, I order my guards to flanks the group of bandits to the right of us and aid the man with a new face. I knock an arrow and let loose, it grazes by the brow of this bandit, but as it does I see something very interesting. This bandit has a beak, and dark feathers. I have heard stories from home about birds that walk like men, but those stories told that they were as tall as men, and had wings that could span the length of my body. These creatures barely came up to my waist. I must interrogate one of them.
The following is recovered from a journal found and translated from draconic into the common to the best of my ability; according to the old ledgers the owner of this journal passed through our town, and this very college, right around the time of the Great Cataclysm.
- Ordos, Archmage of the Mage’s College of Kegrove
Everything seemed to be going well, I have meet new companions on my shore leave and we seem to form a bond in order to survive our predicament. But that was also the day that changed my life. For better or worse is yet to be known.
It has been one day since I have recovered my body from a strange series of events. At some point I need to get back to my ship and inform my captain what has been going on. But as of right now, I am honoring my promise to help the last of my new companions recover his body. After all they helped me recover mine. The other three decided to spend the night in the safety of the Mages College, whereas I opted to prepare for the next day. I have set up camp in the woods scouting the area and setting traps to both catch food and materials to make weapons out of. Learning how to make the most of a kill while growing up in the swamplands with my tribe has been a blessing. I don’t know how I would have survived until now without that knowledge.
One of the earliest writings from our lord, the Great Thur’a’ugh. The Great Thur’a’ugh seemed to have an impairment in handwriting, we have done our best to correct his understandable mistakes (though they are few!) For instance, the crude script “Thrugg” clearly indicates “Thur’a’ugh”, and the even more foul “Thruggalo” is obviously “Thur’a’ugh Loh”, the followers of Thur’a’ugh. It is not the Great Thur’a’ugh’s fault, he did not have a formal education as the vast majority of us do in this day and age. He spoke through his music, not through his writing. Should you find yourself beginning to question the validity of our lord through his writings, I refer you to his great “album”, bask in its glory should ever you experience doubt in his teachings. Praise Thur’a’ugh!
- Head Archiver, Library of Thur’a’ugh
[Continue reading for some fantastic bard songs!]
The Great Cataclysm
A recited journal reading from a survivor of old Summerport. As usual, I was bored while sitting against one of the remaining pillars of what was once the Thieves' Tankard drinking hall and decided to record this mad-elf's rantings. It tells an interesting tale, but who knows what's true and what's not any more. Certainly, this Gaia he keeps referring to is driving him insane. Nevertheless, this record shall remain in my notes, a collection of stories of The Travelled, the lone survivors of a great wave that crushed the city of Summerport.
There is one detail shared among many of us from numerous discussions since our awakening: that the mage who materialized in the sky that fateful day was able to awaken the Lone Obelisk, enveloping us in a sphere of energy, propelling us countless centuries into the future. Or to the present, as it were. That's one interpretation at least.
There are still people living here in the shambles of Summerport. According to the people of this time we are the only known living witnesses of, what they call, The Great Cataclysm…
- Gertrand, Scribe of The Travelled
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
All Abaza Amaranth Aredhel Lethe Astrid Gilrin Atuji Of Clan Greatscale Audra Ayten Gilrin Basil Benedict Greenfield Black River Swamp Blackscale Brea Daergle Brynn Bryn Naikaho Cavalier's Watch Chat Clan Shimmerscale Crimson Surgeon Cylowboborow Nonsoon Demogorgon Diamondshard Banwyze DILONDORG KAAL Doros Doross Dorros Dredge Dufdor Dwain Eilis Eilis Gilrin Eladrinne Escobar Fagan Far Reach Fort Providence Gator Rock Genji The Wererat Glin Ybendawien Droat Golden Apple Great Cataclysm Griffin's Roost Grildor Trueforge Haldor Kemleigh Ham Hamilton Hekili Nalani HEYKITD GETOFF MELAYN Icegate Jerimiah Jerwin Jinn Kanyu Il Senya Kathra Kegrove Kellen McCall Kenku Kiera Lyssandria Kohaku Ruim Koltalon Kresh Krolan Kunyata Kar Leatherhead Liam Buckham Liana Lindir Lizardfolk Longtail Lucretzia Borgia Makani Pahili Malmir Merelda Meznen Midden Heap Mindartis Morgrimm Naill Amakir Namfoodle Nehi Xum Nehi-Xum New Cadeni Njord Noric Synphase Noxochiyotl Obelisks Of The Bayou Omgar Onen Peter The Wolf Phoncledeh Player Character Journal Entry Polar Bear Polg Pollen Quinzli Rabbits Ralthor Rawq Elrid Rhogar Roscoe Greenfeld Rotten Morgan Bonecrusher Rube Lastname Ruins Salazar Sang Woo Ser Mathius Shaena Tosscobble Silent Mockingbird Som Sorrel Summerport Syndar Beratos Tabaxi Tainted Falls Teddy Bear Tharrus The Fist Theobold Peacekeeper Thur’a’ugh Tormund Firehammer Tortles Treewalker Truss Stacianodel Udoroth UDOROTH THAMMILIDAAR Umberlee Underdark Valaquaraptors Vandil Varron Greensleeves Vengir Duskhallow Verloren Yuan Ti Zorak Dreadmast