Our seventh session, 17 September 2011:
The Protagonists, as in the last session:
Gilles: Seppo The Protagonist
Eric: Balto The Warrior-Scholar
Beau: Aldan The Righteous Deliverer
Hector: Foliage The Warped
Tulia The Librarian
Today joined by:
Tony: Rast The Amazing Spellcaster
Gorbo The Apprentice, loyally at his side
The session began with the first five heroes resting at the mouth of the tomb of Naxim the Mountain Man; Rast and Gorbo conveniently met up with the group on the trail back to the Outer Hold. Nature, perhaps resulting from the offenses against the Tomb despite the efforts of the Demented Druid, rallied against the party, grasping at ankles, swooping from above, and otherwise making for a wary return hike.
As it happened, on a winding ridgetop path through unwelcome trees the party was met with two feral boars, mad and charging, supported by pairs of mysterious sylvan spirits. Aldan, in the spirit of protecting Tulia, the charge he is forbidden to embrace, nobly took a boar-gore in the back, before crafting a lethal pig-sticker by strapping Back Talker to a branch. Rast entangled one beast with a web and lifted an obscuring mist upon the sylvan assassins as Balto rushed into the fray to chase down the spirits which had struck him with an arrow (a rare chance for Balto to feel the sting of injury so often enjoyed by his comrades). Seppo proved the mortality of the tree-spirits with a crossbow bolt and was then gored and flipped into the air by the boar which had escaped Rast's webs. Foliage brought the boar to heel and as Balto arrested one unlucky spirit he translated the creature's tongue to learn they sought to cleanse the woods from "defilers" who did not properly respect the memory of The Mountain Man.
As the sylvan creature faded from existence and with Foliage barking like a schoolteacher to his unruly fellow travelers, adolescent Seppo, regaining consciousness as he rested in the lap of Tulia, declared an end to his childish antics. She patted him on the head and laughed off the silly words of her adopted younger brother.
Back in Fortress Town, in the Outer Hold, the people were shaken up and on guard. Foliage, ever blunt, demanded to know who had defiled the Tomb and taken the Iron-Shafted Spear. The heroes learned of a group of "adventurers" who marched in from the Tomb's direction, brandishing the Spear, roughed up the place, apparently assaulted a crazed woodsman, and left hooting off for Gar.
Aldan, true to his original duty, broached pacifying the "rebellious" Fortress Town and tried to reason to a solution with the town's elders. The independent-minded folk wouldn't play, so they agreed the Town would make a donation (or tribute, as The Paladin justified) to the rulers of Gar of local goat cheese, beer, and the very rye bread which Tulia, ever the loyal citizen of Gar, had warned the visitors against sampling. After loading a wagon full of the town's finest, the heroes set out for Gar.
Back at The Beetle, the heroes set off in their own directions: Aldan was grilled by the priests at the Temple of the Searing Light as to the success or failure of his impossible one-man mission; Foliage got drunk and shared the tribute with the owners of the Beetle; Rast went to the Red Veil exclusive club for the city's power players, meeting up with the wealthy and foolish theoretical thaumaturgian Otto, who funded the joint research of a spell to detect such artifacts as the heroes had been seeking; Balto and Seppo learned of Ekk The Fence, a fatherly type running one of the more savory businesses in Gar's lawless Canal Town...
Ah, Canal Town: A bilge-soaked den of thieves, deal-makers, drunks, and unsavory shellfish tenders. As Balto cased the area, it turned out Ekk, out of his dank and debris-filled lair, had a job for young Seppo, which put him in touch with Reinhart, who it turned out was one of the very adventurers who held The Iron-Shafted Spear.
He agreed to meet with the heroes, where he sheepishly admitted to having fallen out with the other two, over the terms of their deal with the client who paid them to retrieve the spear. He knew of the heroes and was hoping not to have run in with them.
Upon learning from Reinhart that the adventurers' once-comrades were frequent patrons of the Canal Town's Broken Cup, a drinking hall not for the faint of heart, lungs, or liver, they marched the poor hostage into the place, barricaded the exits, and stationed their number hunching under the low ceilings in disguise, obscured by the impenetrable smoke, tar, and ill-humor of the Cup. Aldan, wisely thinking of his honor, set up guard outside the "secret" rear door identified earlier by Balto's investigations.
Sure enough, the two remaining adventurers recognized Reinhart, and were immediately set upon by the heroes. A chase ensued over the narrow planks and slippery canal edges, with Foliage transforming into hawk form to guide the pursuit. As the outnumbered "adventurers" were bravely cornered by the heroes on a rain-soaked jetty between two canals, the pair was met with a massacre of combined heroic fury, but not before Foliage, in an un-replicable twist of Fate, re-formed into human shape and fell, Branch Cutter in hand, upon the Spear-wielder, who thrust the Spear right through the heart of the Demented Druid. The two falling to the ground together in a heap.
And so, thus ended the session with a taint; in the rain, dark, and damp on another late winter night, the Iron-Shafted Spear was recovered but at the cost of its protector and inheritor.
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The Mysterious Merchant Hans; or, Poori Fades Over the Horizon
Our bizarre fifth session, 7 August 2011:
Giovanni: Rast the Amazing Spellcaster
Beau: Aldan the Righteous Deliverer
Eric: Balto the Warrior-Scholar
Dave: Gurgrock the Assassin
Hector: Seppo the Protagonist
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After a Quiet Month, A Ship
Now February, it has been a month since the players all rallied around Rast on Evil Island in the harbor of their backwater port town, where he finished the two-part Spell of Control which abjured the countless ghosts and spirits conjured by the late Magister Hienimi back to the nether word from which they came. Aldan had been busying himself with helping rebuild the houses burnt down in the struggle. Balto and Rast had been enjoying the Magister's house in his absence, making a home of it and studying from his library. I'd like to think that Gurgrock and his old mate Seppo made sure their late friend Nikko's mother was comfortable waiting for her son to come home.
And then, drinking at the Old Oak Inn, the players joined the crowd rushing to the docks at the announcement of a ship coming in. It has been a long and rainy winter, and the lumber, hides, and other trade goods have been languishing in the harbor waiting for a merchant ship to sail this far. Indeed, a merchant ship from the week-distant port city of Gar approached the port to the glee of the townsfolk.
Alcohol flowed freely and the sailors of the visiting one-masted ship hit the docks as the women hoped for more exciting lives on foreign shores, and the men hoped to win some honest work and maybe word from the outside world.
Mayhem on the Docks
Indeed, one of the towns' ladies, waiting on the dock for her long-at-sea lover, recognized Aldan, as always in his resplendent and gleaming glory, just as her lover emerged from a week at sea and longer from his lover's embrace. Jealousy ensued, as it does, and as the cuckolded man pushed through the dock to the Paladin now uncomfortably embracing his beloved, he was tripped by a quick-thinking Seppo (avoiding real labor) and was pitched into the embrace. A struggle, and the two original lovers were over the edge and into the drink, along with an unfortunate mother and child.
Meanwhile, Balto and Gurgrock infiltrated the ship by their respective means of acrobatic ropework and fast-talking aided by light disguise work and an accent cultivated from working the docks and servicing Gar ships, and learned that the person in charge was not the captain, but a mysterious and learned man named Hans who chartered the vessel, not for trade but for his personal reasons to visit this backwater.
Gurgrock, in desperation, clocked out a young seaman stealing food from the hold who'd once been the brother of the victim of the half-orc's teenage abuses a decade and a half ago in the streets of this very town, and now threatened to call him out.
Back on the docks with innocents unable to tread water, Gorbo the Apprentice (Rast's newest minion), now bedecked in the Trell-Beast's hide, tasted heroism by leaping into the water and swimming, as a wild animal might, and rescuing the child.
Two of the jealous man's mates rushed Aldan, who, impelled by the bloodthirsty Back Talker sword, in an incredible swing cleaved them in two, sating the blade but ensuring a messy outcome. Aldan risked further spiritual contamination as a price to pay for jumping in after his babe-in-arms, hoping that the bilge-stained water would be pure enough to cleanse his transgressions.
He, predictably, sank like a stone.
By the time the adventurers were all safe and sound and the belligerents were sated or defeated, Rast too was soaking wet from a pitch in the drink, Gurgrock snagged a sailor with a poisoned dagger in the fray, and the mysterious Hans, observed only briefly as a portly, well-dressed aristocratic type, had escaped the chaos and
absconded into the town.
The Antagonizing of the "Merchant" Hans
Wisely, the players surmised Hans might be looking for the Magister Hienimi, so they retreated to the House and waited.
Before long, four townsman approached and passed word that Hans, now in the Old Oak Inn, requested a meeting. They said to tell Hans to come back tomorrow. They promptly followed the men back to town to the Inn, observed the finely-attired Hans and two hired valets at a crooked table (along with the lad now twice abused by Gurgrock's crueler impulses), and, in true style, had the innkeeper drug Hans' drink. The mysterious man passed out halfway up the stairs and they proceeded to steal his chest of clothes, rob him blind, step on his fingers; later bringing out the unnoticed Seppo to put on his innocent look and garner sympathy from the woozy and rotund traveler, woozy from his run-in with petty thieves in this dangerous backwater.
The next morning at the House as planned, Hans squeezed to discomfort by overnight-tailored suits cut a size too small, met with Rast, acting as if he were the magistrate all along. Hans was here for the Crystal (the one which Gurgrock, Foliage, and Rast all realized saps one's very life energy away as it boosts one's mystic potential), and ready to pay well for it. The deal: mundane for arcane. Hans' "master", whom he did not describe, was very interested in the Crystal's power when combined with other artifacts of lore. The Master has been watching all along, and has eyes in many places. A bag of gold emerged from Hans' coat (it had not been observed by the band of thieves beforehand) and dropped onto the table. Rast (er, "the Magister") tantalized with the Crystal as Hans waited patiently.
Predictably in retrospect, the players, having learned that Hans was an adept of divination and other magics and thus clearly a threat, decided to ambush him while in the house. Surely a diviner would not have seen such coming. One hired hand ran for the kitchen, pursued by Gorbo, egged on and uncharacteristically animalistic under the Trell-Beast's impulses, while the other hired hand hit the ground fast from a handful of marbles and a crossbow bolt from Seppo to the back. As Balto, as is his way, burst from the outside through a window at Hans, the target, in that irritating way that wizards, good, evil or neutral, are known to do, snapped his fingers and disappeared. This would not be the last of Hans.
Passage to the Wider World
Fortunately, Aldan had made arrangements with the ship's captain, no fan of Hans or of this sudden chartering which left him will little in the way of trade goods, and had booked passage on it for all the players, to return to the city of Gar forthwith, as hired hands to replace the very hands Aldan had cut down in his fury.
That very night, with only a brief goodbye to Nikko's mother, without explanation of the crimes committed against her only son but a half-bag of gold left to rebuild her life, they set sail for Gar in the driving rain and wind. That the town was not left a smoking ruin was perhaps a testament to the characters' desire to leave at once.
A week later the ship arrived, and the players, in their respective roles, scattered gleefully to their respective roles, immediately seeking out the library, temple, and dens of thieves, fences, and dealmakers.
Thoughts
This was not a session of great heroism, climactic battles, or deep intrigue. But the passage to Gar nonetheless opens a new chapter to the players. This Crystal, and those who seek it out, will be sure to bring new troubles and challenges, hopefully ones to bring out the players' more valiant colors and test their calling as great men. So many open roads ahead.
Giovanni: Rast the Amazing Spellcaster
Beau: Aldan the Righteous Deliverer
Eric: Balto the Warrior-Scholar
Dave: Gurgrock the Assassin
Hector: Seppo the Protagonist
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After a Quiet Month, A Ship
Now February, it has been a month since the players all rallied around Rast on Evil Island in the harbor of their backwater port town, where he finished the two-part Spell of Control which abjured the countless ghosts and spirits conjured by the late Magister Hienimi back to the nether word from which they came. Aldan had been busying himself with helping rebuild the houses burnt down in the struggle. Balto and Rast had been enjoying the Magister's house in his absence, making a home of it and studying from his library. I'd like to think that Gurgrock and his old mate Seppo made sure their late friend Nikko's mother was comfortable waiting for her son to come home.
And then, drinking at the Old Oak Inn, the players joined the crowd rushing to the docks at the announcement of a ship coming in. It has been a long and rainy winter, and the lumber, hides, and other trade goods have been languishing in the harbor waiting for a merchant ship to sail this far. Indeed, a merchant ship from the week-distant port city of Gar approached the port to the glee of the townsfolk.
Alcohol flowed freely and the sailors of the visiting one-masted ship hit the docks as the women hoped for more exciting lives on foreign shores, and the men hoped to win some honest work and maybe word from the outside world.
Mayhem on the Docks
Indeed, one of the towns' ladies, waiting on the dock for her long-at-sea lover, recognized Aldan, as always in his resplendent and gleaming glory, just as her lover emerged from a week at sea and longer from his lover's embrace. Jealousy ensued, as it does, and as the cuckolded man pushed through the dock to the Paladin now uncomfortably embracing his beloved, he was tripped by a quick-thinking Seppo (avoiding real labor) and was pitched into the embrace. A struggle, and the two original lovers were over the edge and into the drink, along with an unfortunate mother and child.
Meanwhile, Balto and Gurgrock infiltrated the ship by their respective means of acrobatic ropework and fast-talking aided by light disguise work and an accent cultivated from working the docks and servicing Gar ships, and learned that the person in charge was not the captain, but a mysterious and learned man named Hans who chartered the vessel, not for trade but for his personal reasons to visit this backwater.
Gurgrock, in desperation, clocked out a young seaman stealing food from the hold who'd once been the brother of the victim of the half-orc's teenage abuses a decade and a half ago in the streets of this very town, and now threatened to call him out.
Back on the docks with innocents unable to tread water, Gorbo the Apprentice (Rast's newest minion), now bedecked in the Trell-Beast's hide, tasted heroism by leaping into the water and swimming, as a wild animal might, and rescuing the child.
Two of the jealous man's mates rushed Aldan, who, impelled by the bloodthirsty Back Talker sword, in an incredible swing cleaved them in two, sating the blade but ensuring a messy outcome. Aldan risked further spiritual contamination as a price to pay for jumping in after his babe-in-arms, hoping that the bilge-stained water would be pure enough to cleanse his transgressions.
He, predictably, sank like a stone.
By the time the adventurers were all safe and sound and the belligerents were sated or defeated, Rast too was soaking wet from a pitch in the drink, Gurgrock snagged a sailor with a poisoned dagger in the fray, and the mysterious Hans, observed only briefly as a portly, well-dressed aristocratic type, had escaped the chaos and
absconded into the town.
The Antagonizing of the "Merchant" Hans
Wisely, the players surmised Hans might be looking for the Magister Hienimi, so they retreated to the House and waited.
Before long, four townsman approached and passed word that Hans, now in the Old Oak Inn, requested a meeting. They said to tell Hans to come back tomorrow. They promptly followed the men back to town to the Inn, observed the finely-attired Hans and two hired valets at a crooked table (along with the lad now twice abused by Gurgrock's crueler impulses), and, in true style, had the innkeeper drug Hans' drink. The mysterious man passed out halfway up the stairs and they proceeded to steal his chest of clothes, rob him blind, step on his fingers; later bringing out the unnoticed Seppo to put on his innocent look and garner sympathy from the woozy and rotund traveler, woozy from his run-in with petty thieves in this dangerous backwater.
The next morning at the House as planned, Hans squeezed to discomfort by overnight-tailored suits cut a size too small, met with Rast, acting as if he were the magistrate all along. Hans was here for the Crystal (the one which Gurgrock, Foliage, and Rast all realized saps one's very life energy away as it boosts one's mystic potential), and ready to pay well for it. The deal: mundane for arcane. Hans' "master", whom he did not describe, was very interested in the Crystal's power when combined with other artifacts of lore. The Master has been watching all along, and has eyes in many places. A bag of gold emerged from Hans' coat (it had not been observed by the band of thieves beforehand) and dropped onto the table. Rast (er, "the Magister") tantalized with the Crystal as Hans waited patiently.
Predictably in retrospect, the players, having learned that Hans was an adept of divination and other magics and thus clearly a threat, decided to ambush him while in the house. Surely a diviner would not have seen such coming. One hired hand ran for the kitchen, pursued by Gorbo, egged on and uncharacteristically animalistic under the Trell-Beast's impulses, while the other hired hand hit the ground fast from a handful of marbles and a crossbow bolt from Seppo to the back. As Balto, as is his way, burst from the outside through a window at Hans, the target, in that irritating way that wizards, good, evil or neutral, are known to do, snapped his fingers and disappeared. This would not be the last of Hans.
Passage to the Wider World
Fortunately, Aldan had made arrangements with the ship's captain, no fan of Hans or of this sudden chartering which left him will little in the way of trade goods, and had booked passage on it for all the players, to return to the city of Gar forthwith, as hired hands to replace the very hands Aldan had cut down in his fury.
That very night, with only a brief goodbye to Nikko's mother, without explanation of the crimes committed against her only son but a half-bag of gold left to rebuild her life, they set sail for Gar in the driving rain and wind. That the town was not left a smoking ruin was perhaps a testament to the characters' desire to leave at once.
A week later the ship arrived, and the players, in their respective roles, scattered gleefully to their respective roles, immediately seeking out the library, temple, and dens of thieves, fences, and dealmakers.
Thoughts
This was not a session of great heroism, climactic battles, or deep intrigue. But the passage to Gar nonetheless opens a new chapter to the players. This Crystal, and those who seek it out, will be sure to bring new troubles and challenges, hopefully ones to bring out the players' more valiant colors and test their calling as great men. So many open roads ahead.
The Old Ways Seek To Reclaim What Is Theirs; or, The Valiant Death of Samaras
Our second and third sessions, 15 and 27 May 2011:
Giovanni: Gurgrock the Assassin
Eric: Balto the Warrior-Scholar
Dai: Samaras the Unlucky
Tony: Rast the Amazing Spellcaster (first session only)
Ziad: Vrannian the Gnome (first session only)
Dob: Aldan the Righteous Deliverer (second session only)
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The Hunters Hunted
After two weeks trudging through the mid-winter rain and wind back south from Akikorva village in the empty swampy forests, Samaras, Aldan, Rast, and Vrannian made it back to the port town of Poori, from whence they entered this backwater country. The whole walk back it was as if they were being followed, with campfires in the distance, the sounds of horses and voices, just that feeling you get from being watched.
In the relative civilization of Poori they arrived at the Old Oak Inn, named for the eponymous tree in the center of the main room, looking for a contact which would take them to the reclusive Magister Hienimi the Gray Wizard, in hopes of selling him the Pelt and Relics from the Trell-Beast.
Instead they met with Balto and Gurgrock, two lovable local losers drinking together at the Old Oak. After introductions trouble quickly ensued, as one would expect, when local toughs hired by unknown parties and probably tailing the party to the Inn, burst in, looking to take the Pelt.
Death and a Mother's Love
Rast made an illusion of grand power and all hell broke loose. The PCs trashed the place, escalated the violence to massacre levels, and cleared the room, including through a point-blank fire blast making a mortal casualty of Nikko, a childhood friend of Gurgrock and probably just a kid who made some bad choices in life, ending his days as a hired bully.
During the violence, the PCs noticed that they were indeed being followed by more than local hoodlums, as two men in capes and hoods with leather and wooden crow's-beak masks poked into the Inn, noticed the characters and the Pelt, and escaped again into the night.
The second session: The characters bravely fled into the night; the only place they could think to flee was to the one-room shack of Nikko's mother, in the slum areas by the port. It had been years since she'd seen young Gurgrock, all grown up, so on she gabbed and reminisced about old and better times, and how her boy Nikko had just got a new job (and would hopefully return come morning), and that one day her boy would grow up to be someone...
They couldn't bear to tell her the news.
In the shanty, Samaras detected danger outside and Balto, taking advantage of his Opal Headband (the one possession he hadn't pawned for drink) determined there were thugs outside. Balto wisely beat the poor woman upside the head to silence her, and they rushed into the filthy alley, only to be jumped by a bunch of the crow-beak-masked figures. No match for adventurers, the PCs knocked the masked goons senseless, although Gurgrock took a knife in the back from a masked woman and a stray arrow to the shoulder fired from Samaras' cursed bow.
The Old Ways, Underground
In the process of interrogating the attackers, the PCs learned they were local adherents to the same Old Faith cult which praised the Trell-Beast (the Pelt of which was gracing Samaras' back) as a deity; they sought to retake the relics of their god and return them to the holy swamps and their brothers and sisters to the north.
In tracking one of the cultists who fled the slum rumble, the PCs were led to a port-side booze-house The Goat and a local meeting place for the cultists, many of whom blended into the community in Poori of those who spoke the language of the northern peoples and labored in the shadows.
Gurgrock, wounded but able to take on the disguise as a deaf-mute, infiltrated The Goat and found more of their number; when questioned by a suspicious cultist enjoying a drink, he merely gestured to a purloined cultist mask and they backed off.
Meanwhile, waiting outside The Goat, Samaras and Balto were approached by a well-dressed agent of Magister Hienimi the Gray Wizard, whom they almost killed by reflex but still roughed up a little, before sending him on his way with an agreement to meet Hienimi's men by the big tree at the Poori fort's walls the next day at midnight.
After another scuffle with the cultists, Balto cleverly made the same arrangement with their leader to meet by the big tree at the same time.
Sure enough, the PCs set up for an ambush, with Gurgrock playing the pigeon, Balto high in the tree's boughs, and Samaras ready to shoot from a closed market stall. As planned, Hienimi's armed men showed up, led by a sergeant and, of all people, Aldan the Righteous, who had been recruited on the pretense of serving a morally just master. Sure enough, also came several cultists.
At the Magister's House
Each side, surprised a bit to see the other, demanded the Pelt and Relics but in the end no one got anything and an ambush was averted (it helped that the cultists were badly under-armed), and the PCs led the whole train to the Magister's house on the hill past the fort.
The cultists waited outside along with Hienimi's men while an aging manservant led Aldan and Gurgrock inside to meet with the reclusive Magister in the sitting room warmed by a great fire, while Balto and Samaras waited outside the windows, expecting trouble.
It wasn't long before Hienimi's cockiness and hubris showed forth, when he demanded the Pelt, not for noble reasons but to glean its power for his own wicked sorcerous ends, and tossed a bag of coins on the table.
Wisely, the characters realized the consequences were they to accept this filthy lucre, and when the cultists arrived en masse, overpowering the guards and swarming the place, the battle began. Balto preemptively slid through the window, across the table, and kicked down the frail and harmless manservant; while Samaras, outside, bravely took on a number of cultists, and Aldan, a servant only to justice, enjoyed close-quarters swordplay.
Hienimi, furious, let loose a gout of flame which badly scorched Gurgrock, just missed Balto and Aldan, and took down several cultists. The brawl continued, with Balto and Aldan bashing cultist skull while Gurgrock was kept from pounding Hienimi into oblivion by a second cut from the same female cultist who'd stabbed him in the back in the brawl at Nikko's mom's place.
The Departure of a Hero, in a Forgotten House Far From Home
Seizing an opportunity, Hienimi launched three magic missiles into the chest of Samaras, a mortal wound, as the latter attempted to snipe the Gray Wizard with the Splinter of the Fallen Hero. With his last energy as his life fast faded forever from his mortal shell, Samaras burst through the window, grappled a badly-bruised Magister Hienimi, and pulled them both into hearth and the roaring fire.
By the time Aldan pulled them from the fire, the Magister was nothing more than a charred husk, while Samaras (the Pelt merely scorched) mustered up just enough life to utter his final word before expiring:
"VICTORY"
Giovanni: Gurgrock the Assassin
Eric: Balto the Warrior-Scholar
Dai: Samaras the Unlucky
Tony: Rast the Amazing Spellcaster (first session only)
Ziad: Vrannian the Gnome (first session only)
Dob: Aldan the Righteous Deliverer (second session only)
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The Hunters Hunted
After two weeks trudging through the mid-winter rain and wind back south from Akikorva village in the empty swampy forests, Samaras, Aldan, Rast, and Vrannian made it back to the port town of Poori, from whence they entered this backwater country. The whole walk back it was as if they were being followed, with campfires in the distance, the sounds of horses and voices, just that feeling you get from being watched.
In the relative civilization of Poori they arrived at the Old Oak Inn, named for the eponymous tree in the center of the main room, looking for a contact which would take them to the reclusive Magister Hienimi the Gray Wizard, in hopes of selling him the Pelt and Relics from the Trell-Beast.
Instead they met with Balto and Gurgrock, two lovable local losers drinking together at the Old Oak. After introductions trouble quickly ensued, as one would expect, when local toughs hired by unknown parties and probably tailing the party to the Inn, burst in, looking to take the Pelt.
Death and a Mother's Love
Rast made an illusion of grand power and all hell broke loose. The PCs trashed the place, escalated the violence to massacre levels, and cleared the room, including through a point-blank fire blast making a mortal casualty of Nikko, a childhood friend of Gurgrock and probably just a kid who made some bad choices in life, ending his days as a hired bully.
During the violence, the PCs noticed that they were indeed being followed by more than local hoodlums, as two men in capes and hoods with leather and wooden crow's-beak masks poked into the Inn, noticed the characters and the Pelt, and escaped again into the night.
The second session: The characters bravely fled into the night; the only place they could think to flee was to the one-room shack of Nikko's mother, in the slum areas by the port. It had been years since she'd seen young Gurgrock, all grown up, so on she gabbed and reminisced about old and better times, and how her boy Nikko had just got a new job (and would hopefully return come morning), and that one day her boy would grow up to be someone...
They couldn't bear to tell her the news.
In the shanty, Samaras detected danger outside and Balto, taking advantage of his Opal Headband (the one possession he hadn't pawned for drink) determined there were thugs outside. Balto wisely beat the poor woman upside the head to silence her, and they rushed into the filthy alley, only to be jumped by a bunch of the crow-beak-masked figures. No match for adventurers, the PCs knocked the masked goons senseless, although Gurgrock took a knife in the back from a masked woman and a stray arrow to the shoulder fired from Samaras' cursed bow.
The Old Ways, Underground
In the process of interrogating the attackers, the PCs learned they were local adherents to the same Old Faith cult which praised the Trell-Beast (the Pelt of which was gracing Samaras' back) as a deity; they sought to retake the relics of their god and return them to the holy swamps and their brothers and sisters to the north.
In tracking one of the cultists who fled the slum rumble, the PCs were led to a port-side booze-house The Goat and a local meeting place for the cultists, many of whom blended into the community in Poori of those who spoke the language of the northern peoples and labored in the shadows.
Gurgrock, wounded but able to take on the disguise as a deaf-mute, infiltrated The Goat and found more of their number; when questioned by a suspicious cultist enjoying a drink, he merely gestured to a purloined cultist mask and they backed off.
Meanwhile, waiting outside The Goat, Samaras and Balto were approached by a well-dressed agent of Magister Hienimi the Gray Wizard, whom they almost killed by reflex but still roughed up a little, before sending him on his way with an agreement to meet Hienimi's men by the big tree at the Poori fort's walls the next day at midnight.
After another scuffle with the cultists, Balto cleverly made the same arrangement with their leader to meet by the big tree at the same time.
Sure enough, the PCs set up for an ambush, with Gurgrock playing the pigeon, Balto high in the tree's boughs, and Samaras ready to shoot from a closed market stall. As planned, Hienimi's armed men showed up, led by a sergeant and, of all people, Aldan the Righteous, who had been recruited on the pretense of serving a morally just master. Sure enough, also came several cultists.
At the Magister's House
Each side, surprised a bit to see the other, demanded the Pelt and Relics but in the end no one got anything and an ambush was averted (it helped that the cultists were badly under-armed), and the PCs led the whole train to the Magister's house on the hill past the fort.
The cultists waited outside along with Hienimi's men while an aging manservant led Aldan and Gurgrock inside to meet with the reclusive Magister in the sitting room warmed by a great fire, while Balto and Samaras waited outside the windows, expecting trouble.
It wasn't long before Hienimi's cockiness and hubris showed forth, when he demanded the Pelt, not for noble reasons but to glean its power for his own wicked sorcerous ends, and tossed a bag of coins on the table.
Wisely, the characters realized the consequences were they to accept this filthy lucre, and when the cultists arrived en masse, overpowering the guards and swarming the place, the battle began. Balto preemptively slid through the window, across the table, and kicked down the frail and harmless manservant; while Samaras, outside, bravely took on a number of cultists, and Aldan, a servant only to justice, enjoyed close-quarters swordplay.
Hienimi, furious, let loose a gout of flame which badly scorched Gurgrock, just missed Balto and Aldan, and took down several cultists. The brawl continued, with Balto and Aldan bashing cultist skull while Gurgrock was kept from pounding Hienimi into oblivion by a second cut from the same female cultist who'd stabbed him in the back in the brawl at Nikko's mom's place.
The Departure of a Hero, in a Forgotten House Far From Home
Seizing an opportunity, Hienimi launched three magic missiles into the chest of Samaras, a mortal wound, as the latter attempted to snipe the Gray Wizard with the Splinter of the Fallen Hero. With his last energy as his life fast faded forever from his mortal shell, Samaras burst through the window, grappled a badly-bruised Magister Hienimi, and pulled them both into hearth and the roaring fire.
By the time Aldan pulled them from the fire, the Magister was nothing more than a charred husk, while Samaras (the Pelt merely scorched) mustered up just enough life to utter his final word before expiring:
"VICTORY"
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Heroes: Balto, Gurgrock
Below are two more personalities who joined the group in the second session:
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Balto The Warrior-Scholar
Wise and hardy, Balto is a strange character. Hailing from distant lands to the south and east and a onetime resident of many parts, he is an enigmatic and incomprehensible Monk who believes himself to be isolated from the earthly world, after he defied his fate and survived a climactic struggle which was destined to consume him and which he never speaks of.
Both a slave to but also free of earthly addictions of drink and debt, he serves his own ends but also has shown a human side to fight for what leftover causes he comes across in his wanderings.
His mastery of his own body and mind, unarmed brawling techniques, and troves of esoteric knowledge is aided by the powers of the Opal Headband, which allows him to project his hearing at the cost of his engagement with his immediate surroundings.
Motivations: Increase personal understanding and knowledge; also pay off a few debts
Heroic Flaws: Already fulfilled his role in Fate and now lost without a purpose
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Gurgrock The Assassin
Half adolescent human, half full-grown Orc, Gurgrock is the product of the constraints of and liberation from unfair birth. As a youth in the rough-and-tumble docks of Poori he quickly grew strong and tough, abandoning hope for a better life and settling into the role of a hired thug. Conflicted between an essentially good heart, his sometimes-violent humanoid impulses, and society's prejudices, he often ends up on the wrong side of right.
He, like childhood friends Seppo and Nikko, is well-connected with less-savory types in Poori and is wise to the ways of the streets wherever he travels. He has worked as an alchemist's assistant, fence of purloined shipments, truncheon-wielding heavy, and even a tailor and costumer, along the way learning skills often useful as he plies his unwilling trade.
Motivations: Wants to be understood and prove his true inner humanity
Heroic Flaws: Victimized by forces beyond his control, both of society and the green blood in his veins
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Balto The Warrior-Scholar
Wise and hardy, Balto is a strange character. Hailing from distant lands to the south and east and a onetime resident of many parts, he is an enigmatic and incomprehensible Monk who believes himself to be isolated from the earthly world, after he defied his fate and survived a climactic struggle which was destined to consume him and which he never speaks of.
Both a slave to but also free of earthly addictions of drink and debt, he serves his own ends but also has shown a human side to fight for what leftover causes he comes across in his wanderings.
His mastery of his own body and mind, unarmed brawling techniques, and troves of esoteric knowledge is aided by the powers of the Opal Headband, which allows him to project his hearing at the cost of his engagement with his immediate surroundings.
Motivations: Increase personal understanding and knowledge; also pay off a few debts
Heroic Flaws: Already fulfilled his role in Fate and now lost without a purpose
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Gurgrock The Assassin
Half adolescent human, half full-grown Orc, Gurgrock is the product of the constraints of and liberation from unfair birth. As a youth in the rough-and-tumble docks of Poori he quickly grew strong and tough, abandoning hope for a better life and settling into the role of a hired thug. Conflicted between an essentially good heart, his sometimes-violent humanoid impulses, and society's prejudices, he often ends up on the wrong side of right.
He, like childhood friends Seppo and Nikko, is well-connected with less-savory types in Poori and is wise to the ways of the streets wherever he travels. He has worked as an alchemist's assistant, fence of purloined shipments, truncheon-wielding heavy, and even a tailor and costumer, along the way learning skills often useful as he plies his unwilling trade.
Motivations: Wants to be understood and prove his true inner humanity
Heroic Flaws: Victimized by forces beyond his control, both of society and the green blood in his veins
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