As we made preparations to sail to the Hinterlands, we were hailed from the docks by a group of adventurers we had never seen before. They asked to come aboard to talk, which permission Eil granted them. As they came aboard, another passenger we had taken on, called Thaljun, came on deck from below. They seemed to know and claimed to have met him before, even though he said he had never seen them before. In the time thereafter, they told an incredible tale, a tale of the manipulation of time itself. They explained that they were from five years in our future, when the arcane was still mistrusted but allowed to some degree. Most fascinating to me was one who bore a symbol of Halav. He identified himself to me as David, who I vaguely remember as a boy in Luln. I could hardly recognize him before me now. Most shocking of all was that he identified himself as a Paladin of Halav! A Paladin?!? In some odd way, this was confirmation to me that what these people said was true, as unlikely as it was.
In addition to being from another time, they indicated to use that they were on a mission, sent by an incredible being named Redrian. Apparently, this Redrian was a traveler from another plane or place, aboard a ship that he and his comrades traveled upon. A mishap occurred, and they became stuck in our realm. Many millennia they were trapped, and so the crew took turns guarding their vessel while others slumbered. While in this state, some of the crew conspired against the others and sought alliances with the people of the land for their own gain. The vessel was attacked and plundered, which caused an explosion, scattering what was left of the ship’s relics. This event, said Redrian, caused a chain of events which led to the land banishing the arcane and destroying anyone or anything that had anything to do with it. As I contemplated this in the days following our quest to correct the wrong, I often wondered what my life would have been like in this other time. Would it have been free of the tyranny and oppression that I knew growing up? I dare not dwell too long on these subjects too long.
Once the tale was told, our path seemed clear: we must assist the Traveler in the correction of this problem. Redrian had left instructions on how to change the timeline. We must first acquire an artifact from a man known to Thaljun, a man named Vorloi. We undertook sail to Karameikos to find him. As we arrived in port, it was agreed that we would proceed as to not be perceived as enemies to Lord Vorloi. Thaljun believed that he could persuade the man to surrender the object we sought. As dusk grew, we ventured into town, and directly to the keep on the far side of town. We approached the place, and, after Thaljun identified himself, were allowed in. Vorloi was a handsome man with long, blonde hair, and was very well-spoken. He greeted us quite cordially, as he and Thaljun conversed about the object. As Vorloi spoke, I was overcome by a most peculiar feeling. I felt as though I wanted no more to do with this man’s interrogation, and left to go to the pub, where he said he would meet me later, which I did. I was told later that Vorloi had put me under his spell, a charm which put me at his suggestion. It was said that most of our party were so affected, until only Thaljun, Saladin and Dante remained. They were able to take the artifact, after which we fled the land.
As we made sail, we were instructed to place the hourglass in front of the mirror, after which Redrian would take us to where we needed to go. As we did so, the ship and all of its’ passengers were transported to a different place. It was a strange, foreboding place as I have never seen. The land was broken and rocky. Afar off, we saw a large and powerful demon, fighting a man. This man was Montrossore, the master of Thaljun. Their battle was tremendous. Afar off, we saw the glint of metal. Redrian had explained to us that there was another group of heroes here, with a mission to destory the artifact. A traitor had been exposed by the journal that Thaljun had taken from the home of Vorloi. Vorloi’s ancestor had led these heroes, in his service of a foul Immortal, into believing that they were protecting the world from certain destruction by destroying an artifact in this realm. We were there to stop them from doing so. We saw that first; we must defeat the demon foes that now lay in our way. Thaljun and I had made many preparations ahead of the battle, and tried to make the group as ready as we could for our now incoming foes. And horrifying they were, twisted vulture-like demons that flew in toward us. We engaged them, and a heavy battle ensued. Pitched it was, and I was tasked to my greatest trying to keep our party healthy and fighting. The vulture demons excreted a substance that, when it contacted human flesh, caused foul vines to grow from it. Eventually, we gained the upper hand, and destroyed all of the foul creatures. Far off, on the rocks above, Thaljun’s master held the demon at bay. We ran to meet the heroes ahead. Hailing them, they turned to meet us. Four, they were, people of a time long ago. Lord Ordanris, a cleric. Lady Aerdus of Alphatia. Krunthor the dwarf, a fighter of Rockholm and Acsei Vorloi. Thaljun addressed him, and began to speak of the true nature of what was happening. He explained why they should not undertake this task, and the true nature of Vorloi. We offered the journal as proof of his conniving. The group believed us, and assembled medallions they had to teleport out. Confident that we had succeeded, we ran back to the ship. Our escape was timely. As we boarded our vessel, we saw that the mighty demon had finally defeated Montrossore, and had turned his attention to us. We disappeared in a flash of light, and reappeared in a splash of water. We had returned. Redrian rewarded us with a chest of gold, and told us that we had been successful in our quest. I felt a sense of relief. As I looked across the water at the beautiful city of Specularum, I wondered, what now?