The Scourge of Iverbent
We awoke relatively rested the next day and interviewed the survivors again in order to determine the best possible course of action that would benefit the lot. We learned that many people had ventured to the fields in the north-west to gather food, but often returned almost dead after being attacked from an unknown and unseen enemy. At first we thought the creature might make itself invisible, but a wounded eyewitness told of a monster with wings. The group decided to find and kill the creature, and after fetching some nets from the harbor, we set off.
Trying to stay hidden, we avoided the open road and instead made our way between the crumbling houses. Eventually we spotted the creature: a winged monstrosity resembling a bat sat on one of the roofs and looked down at the streets, probably searching for its next prey. It was not alone, however. A dark-clad rider sat motionless on the beast's back, armed with a huge scythe.
I had a bad feeling about this and intuitively conjured a protective barrier of ice around me. This thing looked dangerous and very undead, perhaps a henchman of Godard who had stayed behind to kill the rest of the living. And there was no plan, absolutely none. I heard my alter ego scream in despair in my head. She would never have dared to take on this creature unprepared and I realized that it had been a shitty idea to be considerate of the others and not take the lead on this mission.
Since it didn't seem to have discovered us yet, I was about to suggest withdrawing, but I was too late. Somebody had started the attack. The monster pushed itself off the roof with its hind legs and plunged towards Nabi, who suddenly stood in the middle of the street. It released a deafening screech that caused devastating pain to everyone. Only I was spared, probably because I had wisely sought cover behind a pillar. I cast a cautious look at Nabi. She was still standing there, her gaze fixating a distant point somewhere in the sky. She seemed completely paralyzed by the scream and showed no reaction when the enemy landed on the street a few dozen meters in front of her. The rider dismounted and started walking towards her. I briefly calculated my odds of successfully getting her out of harm’s way, but then decided to try to draw his attention instead.
I released two eldritch blasts from my palm in quick succession, hitting him right in the chest. The undead figure eyed me for a moment with stoic calm before turning on its heel to return to its mount. Cid spoke a blessing at us and rushed towards the fleeing rider. Oxton, I think, rushed to Nabi and tried to shake her out of her stupor. The undead mounted his beast and rowed it. It rose into the air and shortly afterwards released that unholy screeching again.
Finally, Nabi broke out of her paralysis and sprinted towards the bat. With one skillful leap, she jumped close to the animal and cast her net. It got caught in one of its claws, but provided Nabi with enough grip to slowly but steadily pull herself up its flank. Neither the rider nor the monster seemed to take much notice of her. Instead, they headed straight for the Hero’s Seat.
Knowing that I wasn't an enduring runner, I closed my eyes and called to Balthazar for aid.
"Lend me your strength, for I wish to safe my friend!"
Suddenly gusts of wind riddled with lightning formed around my thighs and before I knew it, I whirled after the monster.
In the heat of the moment, I conjured up an illusion over the enemy, hoping that they might crash. However, he seemed to be able to see through it and flew on towards the city center.
As Oxton continued to pelt the undead with sacred fire, Cid attempted to catch up with the monster on foot. The moment he got there, the bat-like creature came down from the sky and struck him with its claws. At the last moment he cast a protective spell and repelled the attack.
Meanwhile, Nabi tried to wound the rider with her spear, which, however, struck in the void every time the undead cleverly let his mount shift its weight.
Although neither the rider nor the creature showed any visible wounds from our attacks, a final blast of eldritch energy caused the mount to crumble into black dust. The rider, however, skilfully pushed himself away from the animal and struck me with his scythe. Fortunately, I was still enveloped by my barrier and when his scythe pierced it and dug deep into my shoulder, the ice shards of my spell struck his body and destroyed it.
While Nabi completed a graceful landing, it cost me the last of my strength not to fall from the sky like a wet sack.
Oxton approached us with a look of concern. He put his hand on my shoulder, said a prayer and instantly my wound closed. I think he had to heal the others too, but we seemed to have gotten off lightly again.
Exhausted and in robes soiled by our own blood, we made our way back.
Serendipity's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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How to become a Paradox.
11th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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Murder in the bathhouse!
12th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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The orc shaman and the dungeon of the ugly red blob.
13th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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Pride is seldom delicate, it will please itself with very mean advantages.
13th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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Goblin-Balls of Steel.
14th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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Tallag the Goblin and the Mystery Ruins
15th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
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Beshaba called cloak and her sister smiled
17th of Tarsakh, 1521 DR
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A new Beginning in a broken Kingdom
18th of Tarsakh, 1521 DR
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The Scourge of Iverbent
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11th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
12th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
13th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
13th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
14th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
15th of Tarsakh, 1496 DR
17th of Tarsakh, 1521 DR
18th of Tarsakh, 1521 DR
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The major events and journals in Serendipity's history, from the beginning to today.
Pride is seldom delicate, it will please itself with very mean advantages.
[Quote by Samual Johnson, The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia, 1795] So we continued exploring the depths of the crypt were last time we had managed to defeat the aberration that was the Gibbering Mouther. Cid was still suffering the lasting e...
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08:27 pm - 06.04.2021A new beginning in a broken kingdom
As the darkness around me finally dissipated, I found myself surrounded by my companions examining me curiously. “So… what exactly did you change this time around?” Nabi asked. I looked down at my body and up again. “I think, I have just re...
03:42 pm - 17.05.2021The Scourge of Iverbent
We awoke relatively rested the next day and interviewed the survivors again in order to determine the best possible course of action that would benefit the lot. We learned that many people had ventured to the fields in the north-west to gather food, but o...
03:28 pm - 01.06.2021The list of amazing people following the adventures of Serendipity.
Social
Birthplace
Huzuz, City of Delights
Current Residence
Iverbent, Inquest
Contacts & Relations
Besides my dear parents, I had to leave behind my childhood friends and colleagues; Farah, daughter of Grand Calipha Ashgan bint Janya and heiress to the throne. We grew up together and eventually attended the same school. Farah is keen-witted, very competative and an overachiever by nature. Rarely was I able to convince her to skip class. Fortunately, my friend Balthazar the Fabulous, son of Husam al-Balil ben Nafhat al-Yugayyim, also known as the Great Caliph of the Citadel of Ice and Steel, rarely needed convincing to do so and had a well-developed tendency towards mischief. He was also the one who agreed to be my patron. I think by now he must have returned to the Elemental Plane of Air and I hope to be able to visit him some day.
Wealth & Financial state
Honestly, apart from the coin acquired by my alter ego and my families' fortune, I don't have a copper piece to my name. After seeing that the capital is in ruins, gold probably wouldn't be of much use to me anyway.
Family Ties
My proud parents stayed behind when I left Huzuz. Father had tears in his eyes when I boarded the ship to Faerûn. Later that night I even found a small container in my satchel, filled with all kinds of my favourite food and a small coin purse. If Mother had seen that, she would have accused him of spoiling his little devil too much again. Still, I know, her rigid nature is merely a façade. Both of them love me in their own quirky way and while I wouldn't admit it to them, I feel very grateful. Especially now that I know how it feels to grow up without parents or people you trust like my alter ego.
According to my father, relatives of ours still live in and around Halruaa, but I have not yet had the opportunity to meet them.
Religious Views
Rather liberal I'd say. People should believe in and pray to whoever they want. Personally, I have adopted my father's faith in Tymora, mainly because I can easily identify with her creed to bear and conduct myself as my own master and to pursue my own unique goals.
Social Aptitude
I'd like to believe that my ability to read people is well developed and I usually try not to take advantage of the common folk or my friends. Sometimes though, I can't help it.
Mannerisms
As part of my training, I was taught to consciously control my act. It is helpful and necessary in the presence of nobles to be taken seriously, especially as a woman.
Hobbies & Pets
I am relatively indifferent to animals in general. In my experience, most animals are unable to have intelligent conversation and, moreover, they smell.
In my spare time I mostly dabble in the arcane. I'm fascinated by Spellweaving and Halruaan shipbuilding technology.
Speech
Sophisticated and polite when necessary, presumptuous and sarcastic otherwise. She has a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree.