The Cadre of Nine: The Orb Lords

The Orb Lords, as they are called by the common folk, are a cadre of wizards that rule the lands far to the south from Haela-Belee, the city of glass. The Orb Lords held court in a palace created entirely of glass steel. It is said that there are many tall towers purely constructed from glass steel as well. The city is one of the nine remaining of the  seventeen wonders of the ancient world. Haela-Belee sits atop a three kilometer hill surrounded by grasslands, farms and the river Beh-Laa. At sunrise the city seems to glow atop the hill like the fire atop a candle.  

The lords have created a great many magical orbs and thus earned their place in history. It is said that every single magical orb in existence today was created by the Cadre of Nine. The Orb of Storms, the Black Orb of Untog and the Spheres of Annihilation are also attributed to the Nine. One thing is certain and that is that a great many orbs have been created and a great many survive to this day. Their powers are myriad, in some cases many copies of the same orb are created and in other cases the orbs powers are unique.
The lands of the nine are a beacon of civilization from the old times before the apocalyptic wars that destroyed much of what was. Wizard kings unleased godlike magics and demonologists summoned hords of demons from the abyss.
   

The Pyramid of the Sun

Breaking into ancient pyramids is crazy dangerous. I predict an ancient curse in your future.

The Ninth World

The chaos world. Land of titanic fluxes of magical energy that warps all material things. These eruptions of raw magical forces sweep across the surface world making and remaking reality. When the sane set foot upon this world their sanity begins to peel away as if it were a fragile vanier loosly fitted. An ancient forgotten race once dwelt upon this beautiful world though their magical might eventually drained the solar disk causing widespread destruction and wild magical vortexes that destroyed permanent magics on contact. It is certain death for any mortal to set foot upon this doomed world.

The Legend of the 9 realms.

Twin stars Aquilae Major and Aquilae Minor once had a total of 44 worlds in orbit! Only 9 survived the solar systems adolescense. But this is naught but rumor. Now there are only five realms, Eshtar, Oerth, The Dragon Realm, Midkemia, and Earth. Fairy tales speak of a 6th realm now know as The Sundered World. It is a land of darkness and evil. Perhaps a 7th; The burning World: This volcanic planet was once the seat of a galactic empire. Only echos of what once may have been remain. And possibly an 8th; Necropolis: Fallen Ovtarion Prime is a world of the undead. This is the realm of the Illithid and their homeworld. Ryleh lies beneath the black ocean waters. The sun of Ovtarion Prime was put out by raw psionic power of the Illithid eldar brains. Portals exist between worlds, left by long lost and forgotten empires. Commerce exists between certain worlds through the use of some of these eternal artifacts.

Eshtar Campaign

You are traders of the Yapurian coast on a voyage like any other. The Sarina Song, heavily laiden with casks of the finest olive oil of Insigid peninsula, ran into heavy seas and a storm of epic preportions on November 7th the 130th year in the reign of Phul the goddess of Disease and Decay. The storm was bad but the Sarina Song had seen worse. Unfortunately the lords of entrophy, greater gods of chaos, are granted access to this world given power by the chaos of the greatest of storms and manifest themselves in the form of titanic waves. One of these chaos lords, a wave 100' high, hit the tradeship amid ships, swamping it completely. The ship sank with all hands save the night guards and the helmsman. These handfull of survivors made their way to shore on pieces of debris tied together to form a makeshift raft. After a week of following the frigid near arctic coastline south you have seen naught but black rock, Ice, Snow and the ice blue ocean. You spend another week moving inland, living on berries and the occasional white bear. At last less than an hour before nightfall you come upon the ruins of a once great city. Piles of bricks are all that is left for as far as you can see in the twilight. You suddenly find yourselves faced with a structure that has been repaired. A small guard tower that was once part of a city wall has been kept up over the years. You see the flicker of firelight in the windows of this fifteen foot tall brick tower.

Game On. Phil's manifesto

We are starting completely afresh. All previous characters and campaigns are retired. I will run a game for the high level party once a year but the other parties are gone. This new campaign takes place on a new game world called Eshtar. We are playing a Pathfinder based game with some minimal modifications. I would like to spend a lot of time on this campaign but in order for me to justify the effort I will need something from you! Don't play cellphone games. Don't talk about nonsense while we should be playing the game. Don't be late. Do memorize your character and all of it's abilities. Do not be an asshole to your fellow players. Do have loads of fun! If you are still in for Monday please reply to this post! Thanks, Philip

game on?

I have to admit that DM'ing for the high level party is draining my reserves. I am going to return to only DM'ing for the epic party sparingly. We are going to proceed with the current campaign, just more spaced out. So, this brings us to a few decisions. Do we want to convert our other parties to Pathfinder and just start playing them again. Do we want to make new pathfinder characters and start something completely new? Or do we want to do both?

Game On

We are playing Dungeons and Dragons this Monday at 6:00 p.m. We are playing the Epic level party resuming the Illerth War Campaign.

Three Days have past

Collossal golems are visible in any direction. The pause periodically to build up a huge red charge that they discharge in the form of a gigantic ball of fire propelled from their round mouth. Great round cannons of fire that ignite whole sections of the city killing and charring remains of the citizenry. The city is all but rubble. The death toll is near total. The last remaining refugees are leaving by boat. A feat that has become difficult due to a golem waist deep in the bay smashing boats like an angry child. You see a huge catamaran with a small castle suspended between the pontoons. It is just about the final departure from this accursed city.

I need some replys on what action you are taking.

Game On

With the rejection of the Crown of Life from BAST the party has tipped the scales heavily towards Evil. A far from surprising development. The party has fled to it's safe house in Waterdeep. Unfortunately Waterdeep is under heavy siege by the Dreadlords. Monstrous Golems the size of two story towers walk about pushing over buildings and stepping on anything too slow to get out of the way. Thousands of man sized golems comb the streets and ruined buildings for people to kill. You hear the sounds of combat coming from every direction. The city is in utter chaos.

We are playing Monday at 6:00.

Game On

We are continuing The Vault adventure this Monday at 6:00 p.m.

I am considering altering the rules for Vorpal weapons. Here are the options:
1. leave it alone
2. Fully Vorpal only on a natural 20
3. allow a reflex save.

We will discuss Monday.

Game On

We are playing tonight at 6:00pm, continuing the high level campaign. FYI I will be running for the high level party for the forseeable future.

Just a quick reminder there is no game next week. I will be out of town.

Game On

We are playing the high level party this Monday. We will take up where we left off in the Vault. Game starts at 6:00 p.m.

Game on

We will play something this Monday.

I am recruiting players again if you know someone who is interested in playing.


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Game on

We are playing Monday at 6:00. Tamar wants to cook so please confirm.


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