Ordar D&D Campaign

Thus it begins, I shall tell you the tale of the Five mighty warriors of Asgard, that did descend upon our world upon the chariots of the gods themselves.

Heroes one and all, they destroyed the Shadow Fell and defeated the fell gods at Thunderspire Mountain.

As the autumn settled in and the cold northern winds locked the isle in it's icy embrace as it did every year, our heroes were approached by the servants of Odin and shown secrets unearthed by recent excavations of an old ruin. The secrets, stamped upon stone tablets and interpreted with the help of arcane magic, told of an old ogre chieftain that once had ruled the land where our heroes now breathed.

Legend had it that this mighty chieftain had been a king of kings, and had unified his tribes over one thousand years ago. Such a powerful individual was worthy of the respect of the gods and in fact his kingdom was said to have been the most prosperous of any that had stood the test of time.

But as with all things, it ended one day when unknown invaders from outside of his realm threatened its total destruction. The ogres fought hard and fought well, but it was not enough to stop the enemy.

Faced with annihilation, the ogre-king agreed to surrender his forces if his would be spared for his life in return. The invaders agreed to this, and the ogre-king disappeared along with the invaders, who promised to return in one thousand years time.

That time is now. It is said that their weapons could level entire cities, and with such power threatening the realm, the priests of Odin have asked the heroes for their help in determining if the ancient shrine of the ogre-king had been disturbed.

They agreed to do so and treked out. Twenty miles from the city lay the Field of Bones, an ancient burial ground with scores of burial cairns reaching to the sky. The land had a reputation for being haunted, for it contained the spirits and bodies of many fallen warriors who had died over the many years that the field served them.

The heroes immediately felt this as they entered, but were undeterred. It was the ranger Sokoro who noticed the ogre-king's shrine, for it was carved into the side of a mighty hill and had many faded markings depicting his life. The warlock Madison felt the necrotic powers strengthening around her and around the site and warned her party to be wary.

A giant slab of stone blocked the entrance, and Sokoro proved her might by rolling it aside. Dank, slippery stone steps led down to a set of stone doors, which the party opened. Within, a dusty tomb that had laid undisturbed for an aeon waited.

The party entered and looked around in the darkness. Nothing moved. Only a faint whispering could be heard... and it was then that ogres and orcs began fading in! Such power that only the gods could wield it it was said... these ogres and orcs were confused as to where they were. Upon seeing the party, they attacked! The ogres wielded large clubs, the size of small trees! The orcs wielded great and ancient axes that were still much sharp.

The battle was over after a few moments. The ogres did some damage, breaking Sokoro's ribs and dropping Idria, the shaman, before the party rallied and drove their steel into the flesh of their enemies.

But what a price they had paid....

It was during this titanic battle that the warlord Sardis, the elemental Genasi, discovered that his flaming hammer had a lot to it besides being enchanted. It had a will of its own. Having had plucked it from the hands of a dead dueragar paladin of Asmodeus, the hammer had been specially crafted in the bowels of Ester by the titan champion Odis. It had been given the name Saturnaeila and was blessed with the tears of the divine and the molten metal of the mountain itself. As a weapon for the gods, it was bestowed upon the champion Odis, who wielded it with a mighty force, toppling enemy after enemy before he was slain in combat seven hundred years ago at the mighty battle of Baelentor near the Plains of the Valkyrie.

The hammer was said to be buried with him upon his interment into his tomb, but the hammer had been stolen. Whether by common thieves or by other nefarious creatures, the hammer was lost unto time until it was captured by Sardis after he slayed the demonic champion Karegar.

The once noble hammer, however, had been corrupted. It had laid not with its intended champion, but in the bowels of Hel itself, and there Saturnaeila became Diodane, the devil's hammer.

Diodane is a twisted remnant of its once noble cause. It pulls and twists its wielder into a murderous rampage, where the wielder cannot discern friend from foe. But such a noble weapon, blessed by the gods themselves, cannot possibly be allowed to succumb to the darkness. Sardis may bring it back to the light, or himself be dragged into the darkness with it.

A locked iron door awaits the party as they catch their breath. The hammer Diodane calls for more blood... and something fell stirs in the shadows of this ancient crypt.

	Thus it begins, I shall tell you the tale of the Five mighty warriors of Asgard, that did descend upon our world upon the chariots of the gods themselves. Heroes one and all, they destroyed the Shadow Fell and defeated the fell gods at Thunderspire Mountain. As the autumn settled in and the cold northern winds locked the isle in it's icy embrace as it did every year, our heroes were approached by the servants of Odin and shown secrets unearthed by recent excavations of an old ruin. The secrets, stamped upon stone tablets and interpreted with the help of arcane magic, told of an old ogre chieftain that once had ruled the land where our heroes now breathed. Legend had it that this mighty chieftain had been a king of kings, and had unified his tribes over one thousand years ago. Such a powerful individual was worthy of the respect of the gods and in fact his kingdom was said to have been the most prosperous of any that had stood the test of time. But as with all things, it ended one day when unknown invaders from outside of his realm threatened its total destruction. The ogres fought hard and fought well, but it was not enough to stop the enemy. Faced with annihilation, the ogre-king agreed to surrender his forces if his would be spared for his life in return. The invaders agreed to this, and the ogre-king disappeared along with the invaders, who promised to return in one thousand years time. That time is now. It is said that their weapons could level entire cities, and with such power threatening the realm, the priests of Odin have asked the heroes for their help in determining if the ancient shrine of the ogre-king had been disturbed. They agreed to do so and treked out. Twenty miles from the city lay the Field of Bones, an ancient burial ground with scores of burial cairns reaching to the sky. The land had a reputation for being haunted, for it contained the spirits and bodies of many fallen warriors who had died over the many years that the field served them. The heroes immediately felt this as they entered, but were undeterred. It was the ranger Sokoro who noticed the ogre-king's shrine, for it was carved into the side of a mighty hill and had many faded markings depicting his life. The warlock Madison felt the necrotic powers strengthening around her and around the site and warned her party to be wary. A giant slab of stone blocked the entrance, and Sokoro proved her might by rolling it aside. Dank, slippery stone steps led down to a set of stone doors, which the party opened. Within, a dusty tomb that had laid undisturbed for an aeon waited. The party entered and looked around in the darkness. Nothing moved. Only a faint whispering could be heard... and it was then that ogres and orcs began fading in! Such power that only the gods could wield it it was said... these ogres and orcs were confused as to where they were. Upon seeing the party, they attacked! The ogres wielded large clubs, the size of small trees! The orcs wielded great and ancient axes that were still much sharp. The battle was over after a few moments. The ogres did some damage, breaking Sokoro's ribs and dropping Idria, the shaman, before the party rallied and drove their steel into the flesh of their enemies. But what a price they had paid.... It was during this titanic battle that the warlord Sardis, the elemental Genasi, discovered that his flaming hammer had a lot to it besides being enchanted. It had a will of its own. Having had plucked it from the hands of a dead dueragar paladin of Asmodeus, the hammer had been specially crafted in the bowels of Ester by the titan champion Odis. It had been given the name Saturnaeila and was blessed with the tears of the divine and the molten metal of the mountain itself. As a weapon for the gods, it was bestowed upon the champion Odis, who wielded it with a mighty force, toppling enemy after enemy before he was slain in combat seven hundred years ago at the mighty battle of Baelentor near the Plains of the Valkyrie. The hammer was said to be buried with him upon his interment into his tomb, but the hammer had been stolen. Whether by common thieves or by other nefarious creatures, the hammer was lost unto time until it was captured by Sardis after he slayed the demonic champion Karegar. The once noble hammer, however, had been corrupted. It had laid not with its intended champion, but in the bowels of Hel itself, and there Saturnaeila became Diodane, the devil's hammer. Diodane is a twisted remnant of its once noble cause. It pulls and twists its wielder into a murderous rampage, where the wielder cannot discern friend from foe. But such a noble weapon, blessed by the gods themselves, cannot possibly be allowed to succumb to the darkness. Sardis may bring it back to the light, or himself be dragged into the darkness with it. A locked iron door awaits the party as they catch their breath. The hammer Diodane calls for more blood... and something fell stirs in the shadows of this ancient crypt.
	SESSION II & III Beyond the iron door, the party encountered a sloping hallway that took them to a chamber that looked as if rituals were performed in. A large mutated ogre that looked like it was mixed with dragon attacked them along with two zombified ogres. The battle was fierce but in the end the party conquered. Heading through the last part of the crypt the party encountered the former Ogre King, now a hideous zombie that attacked them with a huge flail. A necrotic gate sat in the room, recharging the king and it was Maddie who ran behind the ogre and took down the gate. The ogre king fell but not before slaying the warlord with his giant weapon.

Session Log - Monday October 19, 2009 - November 4, 2009