The City of the Eternal Siege

Session 7
Shoot First, Think About Asking Questions Later

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Note: From this session forward, The City of the Eternal Siege campaign will be played with the released 5th edition Basic Rules version 0.2

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound
  • Oroso Wind-Caller
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen
  • Tron the Balling

NPCs/Monsters in this Session

Locations Visited

  • Emperor Lucius the Conqueror’s Tomb
  • Gardens District Administration
  • Mage University
  • Merrid Woods
  • Unknown Location

Magic/ Special Items

  • Emperor Lucius the Conqueror’s Shield

XP Distribution
Kingsley Cinderhound
Defeating Guardians of the Peace (2) – 1,400
Defeating Insectoid Creatures (3) – 1,000
Surviving Sovak the Spectator – 275
“You’re So-vaking Ugly!” – 100
Total: 2,775

Shane the Monk
Defeating Guardians of the Peace (2) – 1,400
Defeating Insectoid Creatures (3) – 1,000
Surviving Sovak the Spectator – 275
Total: 2,675 Points

Oroso
Defeating Guardians of the Peace (2) – 1,400
Defeating Insectoid Creatures (3) – 1,000
Surviving Sovak the Spectator – 275
Writing a Recap – 200
Total: 2,875 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Defeating Guardians of the Peace (2) – 1,400
Defeating Insectoid Creatures (3) – 1,000
Protecting the Paralyzed Monk – 100
Surviving Sovak the Spectator – 275
Total: 2,775 Points

Tron the Balling
Defeating Guardians of the Peace (2) – 1,400
Defeating Insectoid Creatures (3) – 1,000
Surviving Sovak the Spectator – 275
Total: 2,675 Points

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Session 6
The One Where The Party Solved A Puzzle

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Characters Present

  • Oroso Wind-Caller
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen
  • Tron the Balling

NPCs in this Session

Locations Visited

  • Emperor Lucius the Conquerer’s Tomb
  • Enchantment’s by Elzar
  • Gardens District Administration
  • Laine Manor
  • Logger’s Table
  • Merrid Woods
  • South Gate Camp Quartermaster
  • Tron the Balling’s House
  • Tueller’s Market

Magic/ Special Items

XP Distribution
Shane the Monk
Defeating Dark One Creeper (2) – 1,200
Defeating Dark One Witchdoctor – 700
Solving the Mirror/Altar Puzzle – 100
Total: 2,000 Points

Oroso
Defeating Dark One Creeper (2) – 1,200
Defeating Dark One Witchdoctor – 700
Solving the Mirror/Altar Puzzle – 100
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 2,050 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Defeating Dark One Creeper (2) – 1,200
Defeating Dark One Witchdoctor – 700
Solving the Mirror/Altar Puzzle – 100
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 2,050 Points

Tron the Balling
Defeating Dark One Creeper (2) – 1,200
Defeating Dark One Witchdoctor – 700
Defeating Kriter the Bounty Hunter – 200
Solving the Mirror/Altar Puzzle – 100
Total: 2,200 Points

Player Recap
by Oroso Wind-Caller

“Do you know why I summoned you here today?”
The question hung in the air for what seemed like forever and a day. Oroso stared back into the eyes of Inquisitor Joslyn until she asked again. Only this time a Guardian walked over to stand behind the chair Oroso sat in. He liked to entice the Inquisitor, she drops her guard when she gets angry and I think she knows it which is why she motioned the Guardian to stand behind him.
“…I have an idea as to why, my Lady.” He calmly replied.
“Well why don’t I point you in the right direction” she replied, with a hand gesture following. Oroso felt the ground leave his feet as the Guardian picked him up, chair and all, and walked him over to a map of Mardenhold and set him back down with a thud.
“Show me where they are!” She screamed, her voice echoed through her office.
“Well I’m assuming you want to hear the whole story?”
Inquisitor Joslyn managed a crooked smile.
“I thought you would never ask. Start from the beginning…”
………..
Oroso awoke from his trance like state feeling refreshed and more motivated than he had been in a long time. He managed to go to the bower and learn some new tricks of the trade the night before, one of those tricks is managing to shoot two arrows at once and he was eager to try it out. First though, he had a prior engagement with others and grabbed his things and headed east towards the south gate. Once he arrived it was about dawn and Shane was already waiting, Tanner following not long after Oroso showed up.
“Kingsley had some pressing issues to deal with at the college, I’m sure it was about those two kids we apprehended.” Shane said.
“Do we wait for Tron?” Tanner asked, a hint of annoyance could be heard.
“Not unless we want to be here all morning, plus, I’m sure we won’t find much of anything at Sir Wheeler’s room.” The three of them, including the dwarf and the elf mage, were tasked in finding Sir Wheeler and his son Jacob. Both of which disappeared shortly after the murder of Justine Laine. Lord Metus Laine, still recovering from the attack, is the one who informed the companions of the two missing. As they neared the barracks, Tanner walked in first, considering he was a guard and a higher ranking one at that so no one would give them any trouble. As they entered, the guards looked as if they were plucked right off the streets and thrown into armor that was three sizes too big. The group of adventures continued on until they went through another door, only this one led to a room. The room was big enough for a small cot, a desk a chair a foot chest and a larder to store and keep food fresh. The three of them noticed that the small room had been overturned as if someone were looking for something…or clues to find someone.
After a brief glance around the room and at each other, the door swung open with a thud as it hit the wall and three men stood in the doorway. The three men were guards, but not the guards they had seen when they first arrived. These guards looked more battle hardened, especially the one in the middle.
It was he who spoke first. “This room is off limits as ordered by Inquisitor Joslyn herself. Leave now, or face the consequences.” He finished as the two men behind them put their hands to their belts and onto their hilts. Tanner recognized the middle guard as a captain and the two behind him as mere soldiers and lower rank than tanner himself. He saluted the Captain and the Captain followed. Tanner spoke as his hand moved back down from his forehead to his side.
“Sir, we are looking into the disappearance of Sir Wheeler.”
“The criminal known as Sir Mand Wheeler is to be arrested on site for the murder of Justine Laine as ordered by Inquisitor Joslyn. Any evidence or known whereabouts of his location should be reported directly to her.”
Shane was the one who spoke next. “We are here on behalf of the Lady Inquisitor Joslyn.” The look on the captain’s face was of shock and disbelief.
“I have heard of no others leading this investigation but Joslyn herself.”
“Sir”, began Tanner, “we are newly appointed agents of the council and have free reign, according to the Inquisitor herself, to go where we please answering only to the council.” The captain didn’t like that Tanner pulled rank in front of his own men, considering Tanner had only the “Lieutenant” mark on his sleeve.
“Well I suppose you three wouldn’t be opposed if we brought this matter to her in person now would you?” The captain responded, trying to save a little dignity.
Oroso finally spoke. “Are you sure you want to bring this small, petty matter to Lady Inquisitor Joslyn, who spends most of her days dealing with more pressing matters?” Sweat began to form above the captain’s brow. He cursed silently to himself and motioned his fellow brothers to follow him out, leaving the group alone once again. There was nothing worth noting besides the room being ransacked so they decided to head back outside, hoping that Tron had finally decided to show up. After a few moments he did.
“Tron, so nice of you to join us this morning now that….”But Tanner stopped once he noticed the blood trickling down the front of his face and the spatters of it across his chest.
“What happened?!” Tanner screamed as the group stammered over to him with looks of concern.
“Huh”, he began “Oh you mean this?” He motioned to the blood spots on his garb. “Don’t worry it isn’t mine. But this is.” He finished as he wiped the blood from his face.
“Who did this to you Tron?” Shane asked.
“Some lowlife bounty hunter trying to make a name for himself by taking me down, but he was no match for my maul.” Tron blurted out.
“A bounty hunter?” Oroso asked with a surprised tone. “What do you mean?”
Without saying a word Tron handed the group a bloody rolled up piece of parchment with a detailed sketch of Tron with the headline “Tron The Balling wanted dead or alive for the sum of 600 gold pieces.”
“600 pieces! Who has that kind of gold?” Tanner wondered aloud.
“That is the question we should find the answer to lads.” Tron answered as he wiped the rest of the blood from his face with a rag and tossed it into a watering bucket that lay next to the guards barrack doors.
“I assume you didn’t find anything in Wheelers room”
“No, it looked as if someone had been there before us.”
“Any other leads to follow up on?”
After a short pause, Shane spoke up.
“We should talk to Jules.” Jules was the head servant at the Laine manner and seemed to have his ear everywhere. “I bet we can get something from him, I’ll go fetch him from the Manor why don’t you three head to the tavern over there and wait for us.” Shane pointed to the tavern that was used by mostly mages and magic folk. It was made of complete stone, the entrance had a sign that read “The Floating Drink” chiseled on the stone arches that stood ten feet high and attached to the roof. The three of them walked in, Oroso decided to head to the bar to get them all a drink while Tanner and Tron grabbed a table in the back away from the crowd. The crowd consisted of mostly students at the college; they were wearing bright colored robes and huge hats that were colored to indicate which school of magic they were attending. Oroso made his way through the crowd and back to the table with a flagon of…something. Tron and Tanner couldn’t recognize the look or smell of it. Oroso set out five mugs and poured this liquid into each cup, he spoke as he began…
“The barkeep told me we needed to try this special brew if we haven’t and he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer so I just gave him the 10 silver pieces and took it.”
“Ten silver pieces, this better taste just as good as that lamb we had or better for that price.” Tron spat. He was a brewmaster at his on brewhouse back in the dwarven part of the city and Oroso could tell that he was angry at the price for the amount we received. Oroso has heard great things about his mead but has never tried it before, he planned on doing it sooner rather than later.
“This tastes like absolute piss compared to my own brew and you paid ten silver for this Elf?” Tron laughed as he finished his cup anyways without any further complaints. Shane arrived with Jules following. Jules looked like a typical house steward. He had on fancy clothes that had the symbol of the Laine family outlined with gold trim on the front of his shirt. His pants were a pale green with the same gold trim running along the sides; his balding head was covered up with a elegant hat with a golden feather stretching out towards the ceiling. Most cities would confuse him with royalty or of noble birth but all of the head stewards dressed this way. The only thing that stood out to everyone at the table was that Jules looked as if he had just woken up, or was up all night.
They both sat down at the table, Shane reached for the cup in front of him and took a quick sip. The look on his face suggested he was thinking the same as Tron as he set the cup back down.
“So I am here, now what is it you all wanted from me?” Jules spoke as he sat down.
Tanner was the first to speak out of the group, “We were wondering if you had any idea, or heard anything concerning Sir Mand?”
Jules looked back at each of the adventurers faces with confusion. After a brief moment of silence he finally replied.
“Wha…what do you mean? Haven’t you all talked to Lord Laine? He told me to do it last night; I was up all night doing it for him. Tanner you received it didn’t you?
The group looked Tanner’s way; his face looked to have been painted red.
“Yes, I received it but all the note said was “Honor the old ways” and I haven’t the smallest idea as to what that means.
“And you think I do? All that my Lord told me to do was to fetch the engraved rock and give you that letter and that was all.” Jules seemed to be agitated now, most likely from the lack of sleep. He looked the part, as his eyes were droopy and bags formed under his eyes.
“Let us see this rock Tanner.” Oroso said firmly.
Tanner, after a moment of hesitation, pulled out a black rock shaped like a skull. It was perfectly crafted to look like a skull of a man. The black rock glistened from the magic light fixtures scattered throughout the tavern.
“So you have no idea what this is for?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
After a long pause Jules finally broke the silence.
“It might have something to do with that old Temple in the woods over by Laine manner. My lord mentioned it a few days ago but it escaped my mind til now.”
“Well it is our only choice; I guess we can check it out.” Shane stated as he stood up along with Jules, shook his hand and led him to the door.
Oroso looked up from the table and spoke, “Jules, you didn’t have any of the mead.”
Jules looked back at Oroso, shook his head and replied “It tastes like piss.”
….
The four of them walked back towards the Laine Manor, but decided none of them had been in the woods before and thought it would be a good idea to get a guide who has. The tavern next to the woods was a safe place to start. The Lumberjacks have all been in the woods plenty of times and at this hour it was a safe bet that most, if not all of them, were in the tavern drinking.
As the group walked in they could immediately see the difference in this tavern from the last. This tavern was more accustomed to have hard working lumber men and woman and was more laid back, rowdy, and loud, whereas the Floating Drink was more quite, somber and depressing to even be inside of. Not to mention the prices of drinks. Oroso decided to buy another round for the group and only spent one silver piece including a hefty tip to the barkeep. The group liked this tavern better, especially Tron who was on his fourth glass by the time they found someone who may help them out.
“The names Larry and I hear y’all are lookin’ fer a guide to get through the forest to some ol temple of some sorts?” Truth is I seen it before and don’t know why you folks would want to go there, ain’t nothing there but broken walls and some old mirrors. But what you do is your business.” Larry didn’t look like the typical lumber jack, he was scrawny, with weak looking arms and legs and didn’t look like he could even yield an axe let alone swing one. He couldn’t have been more than 17 years old. But he knew how to handle himself while talking which came apparent to the group as he robbed them for 20 gold pieces to bring them through the forest.
“ Now I know it looks like I be cheatin’ you in this deal, but we all have do what is best for ourselves when it comes down to it. And I don’t want to be stuck being a lumberjack for the rest of me life.” The group looked at each other and motioned for Larry to lead the way.
The temple was an hour or so hike through the thick trees of this forest. Larry may not look strong but he sure was nimble and knew this area as well as anyone. When they arrived at the temple Tanner recognized it as a temple to the Deity Palor. Followers of Palor were genuinely good hearted people, Tanner assumed the temple grounds would be safe and led the rest of the group inside. Tanner took the lead with Shane and Tron next and Oroso taking up the rear and Larry in front of him.
The temple doors swung open easily enough into a giant room. This room had pillars lined up and down each side that stretched up to the ceiling, the left side of the temple was missing a chunk of the wall as one pillar looks to have fallen and crashed into it spilling the swamp from outside into the temple grounds. The right side had mirrors lined up the whole wall, looked like nine total in all, and they were smaller mirrors than those found in other temples. The back of the room was blocked by an altar of some sort that rose up from the center of the room, stairs led up to some sort of bowl that sat in the middle. Tanner and Shane made their way to the stairs as Tron walked around the left side. Oroso, with Larry on his back, made their way to the right. As they moved around the center structure where Shane and Tanner now were, Oroso noticed smoke coming from the back.
“Tron, do you see it?”
“Aye” He responded as he swung his warhammer from his back and down to his hands. Oroso took out his bow and readied an arrow. As he stepped closer towards the smoke he heard the sound of fire on wood. He heard Tron say something and turned the corner to see Tron standing around a campfire with chairs surrounding it. In one of these chairs was a woman dressed in all red with her hair in a bun behind her head and her eyes fixed on the fire, her eyes filled with blankness.
“My lady” Tron let out a soft whisper as he drew near. Oroso fixed his bow on her ready for anything.
Her eyes finally blinked. Then the screams followed. Terrible, unbearable screams were let out by this woman as she fell back in the chair and bolted back up to her feet. Tron reached out for her but she recoiled and turned to run but that is when she noticed Oroso and the arrow that was fixed on her. She stepped back right into Trons big dwarf arms.
“NO!!!! LET ME GO!” Her voice echoed throughout the temple, Shane and Tanner looked on from above as Tron tried to settle her nerves.
“Lady we aren’t here to hurt you, we are here looking for someone.”
“DEAD! THEY ARE ALL DEAD! THEY MADE ME WATCH!” her screams continued to echo.
“Who is dead? Who made you watch?” Larry spoke up as he moved right beside Oroso. At that moment, Oroso felt a chill creep up his spine as if someone were standing behind him. He turned, but it was already too late. In an instant, a shadow emerged and stuck Larry through the heart with a dagger and disappeared again into the shadows. With a surprised look on his face, Larry clenched at his chest and fell to the ground. Oroso knew there was nothing he could do about Larry now except to avenge him.
The woman screamed again as another figure formed beside Tron and whispered into his ear. Tron looked up at Shane and Tanner with blood in his eyes. Oroso notched two arrows to his bow string and let them go towards the figure next to Tron. He dodged them but in the process his hood fell down to show his face. Staring back at Oroso was two eyes of different color filled with hate, a mouth full of razors for teeth and ears that flopped over. His grey skin was covered in magical markings that seemed to glow now that he put a spell on Tron. The sound of shield against steel came from where Shane and Tanner were standing atop the spire near the altar. Two more hooded figures stood next to Tanner and Shane with daggers in hand, Tanner shielded himself from the blows just in time as Shane stringed together a flurry of punches against the nearest one, killing him fast enough for only one punch to land but actually it was nearly five that connected. Tron climbed the steps and was only yards away from Tanner with his maul at the ready. Oroso strung two more arrows and fired. This time at the hooded figure next to Tanner, the arrows struck the figure in the chest dropping him. Tanner turned to look Oroso’s way but saw Tron instead with his hammer raised above his head. Tanner managed to bring his own weapon up just in time to soften the dwarfs blow. Shane quickly turned and leaped into action against Tron. He flipped over his head landing behind him, stuck out his fist towards Tron but Tron grabbed it with his open hand. Shane smiled as he brought his open palm down hard across Trons face.
“Damn monk! That hurt.” Tron screamed as his senses were returned to normal.
Oroso notched two more arrows and took aim at the hooded figure by the fire but he wasn’t there anymore. Splashes could be heard from the other side of the center spire. Oroso made his way to the top to see Shane pointing at the opening in the far corner of the temple. The lone figure looked back at the group, hissed and disappeared into the forest.
“What were those things?” Tron asked as he made sure Tanner was ok. Tanner was bleeding from the arm but no serious signs of injury. Oroso looked back to see the body of Larry lying in a pool of his own blood.
“I don’t know who they were, but that woman may know. Where is she?”
“I saw her running towards the exit before that…thing put a spell on me.”
“Well let’s have a look around, keep your eyes open and watch each other’s backs for more of these fiends.” Shane responded.
The group made their way over to the fire. The four chairs surrounding it were spaced out evenly and above the fire was a kettle. Tron opened it up and steam poured out along with a pleasant smell. Tron took the ladle by its handle and began to stir
“Well they may have been ugly but they sure know how to co…” Tron stopped mid sentence as his face went white. The rest of the group peered into the kettle and saw a hand floating at the top. Tron tossed the lid back on and grumbled something before continuing his search. The group looked around for what seemed like an eternity before Tron spoke up.
“We have searched high and low and the only thing in these temple ruins are a body of a boy we pretty much killed, a broth made out of human parts and some blasted mirrors!” His voice cracked as he sat down against a pillar. He reached into his pack and pulled out a flask of ale and began to drink. Oroso sat down next to Tron and brought out his own flask and struck his against Trons and began to drink. That is when Shane began to wave towards the mirror.
“Guys, my reflection isn’t in that mirror.” He pointed to the third one from the left. Tron and Oroso stood up as Tanner marched over to it. A few feet away from it he stopped, gasped aloud and took it from the wall.
“You aren’t going to believe this.” He said while bringing the mirror closer.
As he neared, the group saw people in the reflection but it was not them staring back. Instead what they saw was the temple not in ruin and the altar atop the staircase surrounded by priests in robes bowing to something towards the entrance.
“Tanner, shift the mirror so we can see the front of the room.” Shane commanded as he grabbed a rag from his pouch and wiped smudges and dirt from the mirror. Tanner obeyed and turned the mirror and in the reflection was a man dawned in all gold armor with a red cape flowing behind him dragging on the floor as he walked into the temple. He stopped between two statues that were carved out of stone that resembled him. He struck a pose that the statues were carved into and the people clapped and threw their hands into the air.
“What is this Tanner?” Tron finally asked the question the rest of the group was wondering.
“The guy in the armor is Emperor Lucius the third. Lucius the Conqueror as many know him. It was his blood line that sat atop the throne before being overthrown.” Tanner answered but his gaze never looked away from the mirror.
Oroso looked up for an instant and caught a glimpse of another mirror. He walked away from the group and stopped dead in his tracks. In this mirror he didn’t see a man in stunning gold armor or himself. Instead, he saw a group of men in white togas surrounding a man in a black toga with a dagger held above his head.
“Guys….” Oroso called out as he grabbed the mirror from the wall and brought it over to them.
The group looked on as they watched the man with the dagger grab a woman by her hair and hold her over the altar atop the spire. He placed the dagger near one ear and in a quick motion the dagger was red with blood. Her blood spilled out over and into the altar as it changed shape and a small opening formed in the center. The man with the dagger was now holding a skull and placed it in the opening.
“I got it!” Tanner screamed as he set the mirror down and grabbed Larry’s body and carried him up the stairs. He set the boy inside…but nothing happened.
“Wait,” Shane chimed in. “the alter is different in that mirror somehow. Tron help me turn it.” Shane and Tron climbed the steps as Oroso set the mirror down and followed. Shane and Tron turned it and it locked into place with a thud. The blood of Larry filled the bowl and as it did, the structure that was formed in the mirror was now forming for the group.
“That must have been what Jules meant by “follow the old ways”. That mirror you held Oroso was from before even Lucius and his day. It must have been thousands of years ago whereas the one with Lucius was only hundreds. I don’t like using the blood of a small boy but I wasn’t thinking I just sort of sprung into action.”
The small cylinder finished forming and now the alter remained still until Tanner placed the skull shaped rock into the opening and pressed the cylinder back into place. The ground began to shake and the floor where the fire had been began to shift and move. The group peered down to an opening in the floor with a set of steps leading down.
“Ok, it worked. But we are not leaving this boy here like this.” Tanner stated as he grabbed him and set him down gently on the stone floor. “We will be back for you. May Palor guide you.” His hand went to the boy’s forehead as he said the words of blessing. The group remained motionless and waited.
Tanner stood up and began walking towards the new set of stairs that had just appeared. The rest of the group followed into the darkness beyond. As the companions neared the bottom of the stairs, a faint glow could be seen.
“Someone must be done here” Shane started. “There is a light ahead.”
But as the group made their way to the bottom and peered inside the light was gone and they stood in complete darkness. Oroso, with his elf eyes, could see just enough to tell the group where they are.
“We seem to be in a tomb of some sorts, there are coffins lined up along the walls.”
“Hold on, I have a torch in my bag of holding.” Tron blurted out. Tron came into the possession of this magic sack a few days ago. It is a very interesting item as it is capable of holding just about anything without becoming heavy. Tron even joked about putting a person in there once. Whether he was actually joking or not the group has no idea.
The torch lit up the room and shadows started to dance off the walls as Tron panned the lit torch from one side of his face to the other. Sure enough, all that was in this room were coffins. Each coffin had the same markings as the group moved through the narrow hall. They walked for a short while before they saw another coffin atop a platform covered in different markings.
“This is the resting place of Emperor Lucius the third.” Tanner spoke up as the group neared the platform. A faint glow began to appear in the corner next to the coffin…
“AHH WHAT A GREAT BATTLE THAT WAS TO WATCH, A GREAT BATTLE INDEED!” A voice boomed and echoed throughout the narrow passage, the group looked stunned to see a transparent man standing in the corner, his armor identical to the man in the mirror.
“I AM EMPEROR LUCIUS, OR LUCIUS THE CONQUERER AND THIS IS MY TOMB!” He raised his arms above his head as he said the words.
Tanner, upon hearing the figure speak, dropped to a knee.
“My lord it is an honor.”
“AH YOU HUMBLE ME, PLEASE STAND UP. STAND UP!” His voice continued to echo. “NOW WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY HEIR?
The four of them looked at each other confused before Shane spoke up.
“Your heir? What ever do you mean?”
“MY BLOOD! MY KIN! THE RIGHTFUL HEIR TO THE THRONE! YOUR KING!”
“My lord,” began Tanner, “the throne was overthrown some years ago. The lineage, I am sorry to say, died along with the last known King.” Tanner finished, his voice shaking.
The transparent Lucius smiled, extended his arm and pointed to a wall behind him. A very small jewel could be seen. This jewel seemed to glow very dimly and was also surrounded by hundreds of other small jewels except their glow was completely gone.
“THAN TELL ME, TANNER STROMGEN,” Tanner was thrown aback as to how he knew his full name. “WHY DOES THE STAR OF MY PEOPLE STILL GLOW?!”
The group, lost for words at this moment, could do or say nothing. Emperor Lucius’ smile turned to a frown as his voice seemed to echo even louder.
“IF YOU CAN’T THAN PERHAPS OROSO WIND-CALLER MIGHT BE ABLE TO? OR PERHAPS SHANE, OR TRON THE BALLIN’! OR SHOULD I GET YOUR OTHER COMPANION TO TELL ME? THE MAGE, THE ONE WHO GOES BY KINGSLEY CINDERHOUND!”
Oroso finally managed to speak, if only to stop him from becoming any more upset.
“Perhaps it is because there is one from your blood who yet lives, someone no one knows about? Someone who perhaps everyone is looking for at this very moment?” Oroso finished as he shot a quick look over to Tanner. Tanner’s eyes grew wide.
“Of course!” He yelled as it became clear to him. “I know who it is!”
“Who?” Shane begged to know
“I know now why they would try to kill him, and cover it up at Justine’s birthday celebration. He was adopted at a very young age and Sir Mand was giving the orders to raise him as his own. Lucas Wheeler is the one of whom you speak.” He finished and looked up at Emperor Lucius. The Emperor of old looked at each of them and smiled.
“I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I LIKED YOU ALL.” He stated, he raised his arms and clasped his hands together. “NOW I MUST BID YOU ALL A FAREWELL.”
“Well hold on just a minute there Lord Conqueror” Tron began, “You must know where this Lucas boy is?”
Lucius dropped his arms to the side, and whispered just loudly enough for the group to hear.
“Why yes, I do. And so does your friend Tanner. There is only one place a true King goes if in real danger. Only one place that opens up for us and only us. NOW GO!” His voice booming once again as his ghost began to fade away once more.
“So Tanner,” began the dwarf Tron. “Where is this place he spoke of?”
As Tanner turned to face the group the wall behind the coffin began to tear apart with a thundering clasp. Red light started to fill the once again dim room. The four of them could do nothing but watch as a doorway formed right in front of their faces and a red glow illuminated from where the stone wall used to be.
“I wish Kingsley was here to see this again.” Tron stated, Oroso took note as to what he said and responded first.
“What do you mean by again?”
Tron looked up at the Elf staring back down at him.
“Me and that Kingsley first saw one of these portals back a few days ago before any of us even met you. We decided to venture inside but only for a moment.”
“And why haven’t you ever said anything about this to us?” Shane demanded as he drew closer to Tron.
Tron took a step in Shane’s direction.
“Because Monk, you never asked.”
“Enough of this you two,” Tanner interrupted them. “We do not need to be fighting each other, especially not after what we just learned.”
“Agreed,” answered Oroso as he unsheathed his rapier and began heading towards the newly opened portal.
“I guess we should have a look…”

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Session 5
Drinking the Kool-Aid

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6

Note: From this session forward, The City of the Eternal Siege campaign will be played with the released 5th edition D&D Basic Rules

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound
  • Oroso
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen
  • Tron the Balling

NPCs in this Session

Locations Visited

  • Bristling Bag
  • Druidic Circle
  • Gardens District Administration
  • Laine Manor
  • Mardenhold Immigration and Emigration Bureau
  • Potsby’s Patented Potions
  • Raegan’s Anvil
  • Scribewell Ruins
  • Second Hand Goods
  • South Gate Camp Quartermaster
  • Tron the Balling’s House

Magic/ Special Items

XP Distribution
Kingsley Cinderhound
Defeating the “Shady” Character – 200
Defeating the Orb – 30
Total: 230 Points

Shane the Monk
Becoming A Council Agent – 100
Defeating the “Shady” Character – 200
Defeating the Orb – 30
Shelf-jitsu – 10
Total: 340 Points

Oroso
Becoming A Council Agent – 100
Defeating the “Shady” Character – 200
Defeating the Orb – 30
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 380 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Becoming A Council Agent – 100
Defeating the “Shady” Character – 200
Defeating the Orb – 30
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 380 Points

Tron the Balling
Becoming A Council Agent – 100
Defeating the “Shady” Character – 200
Defeating the Orb – 30
Furthering the Stolen Chair Black Market – 10
Total: 340 Points

Player Recaps
by Oroso Wind-Caller
“…It has been awhile my friend. The last time I wrote in here was well before my last hunt. I
guess I write today because of the way things are going these days. After following those Blue Wolf Mercs and dispatching some very troubled youth, Shane, Tron, Kingsley, Tanner and myself found some strange orb in what I can only describe as a warehouse. The reason I call this orb “strange” is because when I picked it up, it began to speak to us. It spoke as if it knew we were coming, as if it knew where we were. It said it was waiting for us. I should have thrown it to the ground and smashed it right than, but my curiosity got the better of me. In all my years I have never seen anything like it and probably never will again. We were all fixated on this orb, which is when the shadow from behind us began to move and snuck up behind Tron and stabbed him. Tron however, wasn’t fazed by this shadow and went in to attack as the rest of us were thrown and blasted away by the orb. It hurt. I will say during the last few days we have been in the thick of things but nothing scared me more than this orb did. Shane, who still baffles me with the things he is able to do, jumped to a nearby shelf, somersaulted toward the orb and struck it so hard and so fast I nearly missed it. The orb shattered in midair. Tron dispatched of the shadow as well and we left and headed back to Laine manor. Lord Laine was still bedridden upon our return, but he was able to speak and asked for all of us personally. What he told us will stay with me forever, and will not be written down for fear of someone snooping around my things. Joslyn was waiting for us downstairs as we left the Lord bedroom. She escorted us to her office where she offered us all a job. Except Kingsley, who had to depart back to his professor at the college.

I felt I had to take it even though I was on the hunt already for another individual whom shall
not be named here either. And now I am here, at home in the Elf part of the city writing in this jounal for the first time in decades. Looking back through the previous pages I now wonder why I stopped….

by Mathias Gothschild
“… We bound the hands of the two students and walked back the other way down the corridor. We entered into another warehouse that was full of carts and tents and rotten gods know what, and there were many bookshelves as well that were mostly empty.

“We headed for the warehouse door when suddenly, a green orb sprang to life. There was no face but it spoke as if there was another man in the room with us. He taunted us, claiming to know who we were and knew that we were at the Laine manor during Justine’s murder.”

“Who was the man?”

“In good time, Mr. Gothschild. As he was taunting us, a shady figure snuck up behind us and plunged a sword into Tron’s side; and this was the guy who shot the poison dart at Lucas. He was disposed of and this orb floated up above us and shot some magic bolts at us. And of course, Shane did another feat of acrobatics and smacked the thing right out of the air, and it shattered into a million pieces.”

“What did the students do while you all were fighting?”

“I pushed them out of the way once the fighting started so they just laid there. And it was during this battle that Kord smiled upon me gracefully and it was at that moment I knew I was to become a discipline of his order.

“We left the warehouse and sure enough: middle of the Scribewell, just outside of the Thousand and One. We headed back to the Laine Manor while Kingsley returned the students back to the University. We were stopped by Guardians at the Laine manor, with good reason. We were technically supposed to be there.”

“Was the Inquisitor there?”

He shook his head, “Not yet. Lady Laine was tending to her garden, and by now she was officially touched. The staff had told her Justine had left for the Laine ancestral homeland outside the city. Jules quickly ushered us up to Lord Metus’s chambers where we had quite the serious conversation with him.”

He paused for a moment and looked around. He leaned in close and restarted his recounting. "Lord Metus said that the assassins were after Lucas Wheeler, that he was the target and Justine was just a decoy. He couldn’t tell us why Lucas was important, bound by some magical contract, but he also mentioned that no one had seen Sir Wheeler since I had sent him away after telling him about the fire lizards. He instructed us to find Lucas and Sir Wheeler and keep them as FAR away from the Manor as possible.

“Just then, Jules came in and told us that Inquisitor Joslyn had returned to the Manor and requested to speak with us. Not wanting to anger the lovely Inquisitor, we went to see her.

“She wasn’t on her floating disk when we met her. She knew that we had been gone, and the staff had covered for us, saying that we were on a morning stroll, but once she brought us to the administration building in the Gardens, she knew that we were in Scribewell, which you certainly know is off-limits to citizens.

“The interview with her was very strange. She talked to us all, except Kingsley, together. Her office was the gawdy thing on this earth and the Skids would do nicely if they sold even her pen. We told her everything that we had discovered that morning: Kyder’s Doors, the Immigration Office, the zombies, all of that. She claimed that Sir Wheeler was behind the assassination, as not even the Inquisition had seen him. And then, out of nowhere, she officered us Inquisitor positions. We accepted the job, and the 500 gold piece bonus, after much debate. ‘Keep your enemies close, and drink the Cool-aide’ were Shane’s words.”

“What’s Cool-Aide?”

“No idea, probably some Monk bullshit. Anyways, the rest of the day, we split up to take care of various business around the city. I visited Tark’s blacksmith to order a new Darksteel sword, and I can’t remember whatever else did, but they all did their fair share of reflection. I eventually found my way to the Kord shire in the Gods’ House where I began my training as a disciple of Kord. One of the Brothers there also told me a holy relic buried with some old Emperor.”

“Did you go and get the relic?”

“Well…”

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Session 4
Attack of the Necr-emo-mancers

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound
  • Oroso
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen

NPCs in this Session

Locations Visited

Magic Items

XP Distribution
Kingsley Cinderhound
Defeating “Dark Lord” Wayland Aurum – 150
Defeating Quincy Wynd – 100
Defeating Vincent Quillard – 100
Defeating Seven (7) Zombies – 70
“I’d call that a shot in the dark!” – 50
Sparing the Mage Students – 100
Total: 570 Points

Shane the Monk
Defeating “Dark Lord” Wayland Aurum – 150
Defeating Quincy Wynd – 100
Defeating Vincent Quillard – 100
Defeating Seven (7) Zombies – 70
Pre-Game Recap – 50
Sparing the Mage Students – 100
Total: 570 Points

Oroso
Defeating “Dark Lord” Wayland Aurum – 150
Defeating Quincy Wynd – 100
Defeating Vincent Quillard – 100
Defeating Seven (7) Zombies – 70
Sparing the Mage Students – 100
Total: 520 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Defeating “Dark Lord” Wayland Aurum – 150
Defeating Quincy Wynd – 100
Defeating Vincent Quillard – 100
Sparing the Mage Students – 100
Defeating Seven (7) Zombies – 70
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 570 Points

Player Recap
by Mathias Gothschild

“After a brief moment, and some healing done by me, we continued onwards down the hall…” He paused for a moment. “I’m sorry, my head gets a bit fuzzy here. You see, there were more zombies down the hall. I remember that vividly; we all crowded around a door and easily cut them down.” Another pause. He seemed to be concentrating very hard on remembering. “We found this pen that wrote down anything that happened in the room and it had recorded a conversation between an immigration officer and an immigrant… as well as about 20 pages of screams…” He paused agian; only this I time, I don’t think it was to remember something.

“We went into the room that the other zombies were in. And from a door across the room, we heard this gutteral noise. It sounded like a person; it turned out to be some students from the University who were ‘practicing’ necromancy… I use the term ‘practicing’ very lightly. Though they were reanimating corpses from this massive mound of bodies piled up the ten foot ceilings. They hadn’t put them there, though. That’s for certain.

“There was a skirmish, which is why I can’t remember it very well. I was swarmed by zombies and I was weakened by the goo-cube things no more than ten minutes before; I was overwhelmed quickly. I regained consciousness after the fighting had ended. Apparently, Shane had also gone down. Kingsley was holding this gem that one of the students was using to reanimate the corpses. We escorted them out.”

“Escorted who?” I asked for clarification.

“The students. Well, two of them. The third one transformed into a rat or something and ran.”

“Were the students injured?”

“Define injured… I’m kidding. The leader, whose name I can’t remember, took two arrows in the hands, but that’s all the injuries they took. We took a far greater beating than they did.
And if it hadn’t been for Kingsley, well, I would be telling a very different story…”

by Oroso
Session 3 and 4 Recap

Oroso stood over the Elf mage while he reached for the rope hanging from his belt and started to tie up the remaining members of the mercenary group known as the blue wolves. “I’m Kingsley” the elf managed to say as he stood up. “Thank you so very much for the assistance but I must ask who you are?” Oroso, after securing the last of his knots on the mercs, turned around and calmly said “I am Oroso, a friend, and that is all you need to know.” At that moment the doors burst open and Guardians came piling in one after another. Oroso knew better than to take on one Guardian let alone a whole group. He dropped his weapons to his feet and put his hands in the air. The Paladin guard did the same. Kingsley hesitated for a split second before following everyone else while Tron mumbled something before throwing his weapon down with a thud.

The man standing over the Merc captain had no weapons but raised his hands over his head regardless.

Smart man.

Following the Guardians were a number of guards, a man dressed in robes and a woman dressed in all white with the mage council symbol on her chest. Inquisitor Joslyn. Oroso has had dealings with her in the past. As he looked closer at her he noticed she wasn’t walking, but flying through the great hall on a stone slab shaped like a disc. Most likely magic, Oroso concluded.

“What IS going on here?!” Her voice boomed through the great hall, her question not aimed at a specific person as she shot her gaze around to everyone present in the room. Her eyes stopped and her face went as white as her garb when she saw Lady Justine’s motionless body lying in a pool of her own blood.

“My lady we….” The man with no weapons began to speak.

“Inquisitor Joslyn is how you will address me.” She shouted over him.

“A thousand apologies inquisitor Joslyn. My name is Shane, I…”

“I know who you are.” She cut him off again. “What I don’t know is how this managed to happen or who some of these people are.” Her eyes moved from Shane to the others.

“Kingsley…I know you. Your teacher is over by the door. And you…” her eyes now fixed now fixed on Oroso.

“You’re Oroso. The bounty hunter. Why would you be here…unless.”

“May we speak in private my lady Inquisitor Joslyn?” Oroso blurted out.
Joslyn stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. “Fine” She finally stated.

Her eyes moved on now to the Paladin.

“Tanner Stromgen of the city guard my lady Inquisitor Joslyn.” He managed to say as he dropped his head and bowed. By the look on her face, she knew him as well. Then her eyes fixed on the Dwarf, Tron.

“…I don’t know you.” She said as she motioned the Guardians into position.

“Sieze him!” A voice came from behind the Guardians. It was Arthur Laine.
Tron picked up his weapon and swung it over his head back down into his hand and gripped it tight as a smile came upon his face.

“My Lady please stop this, I can vouch for him!” Tanner pleaded

“Me as well.” Oroso calmly said as him and the Inquisitor exchanged looks.

After a brief moment she motioned for the Guardians to stand down and to escort Arthur Laine back to his room.

“I expect you all to be here in the morning so I may conduct a personal interview to each of you.” She said before she flew off on her magic disc.

“You are all welcome to stay in my chambers tonight.” said the man who Oroso now knew as Shane.

So Shane, Tanner, Kingsley, Tron and Oroso made their way to Shane’s living quarters. When they arrived all Oroso saw was a desk with a little wooden chair and a bed. The bed was already claimed by Tron who had plopped himself down and began snoring already.

“I guess we should all get try and rest.” Shane said as he sat down with his back against the wall.

Oroso was the last one awake. He has had trouble falling into Trance lately. He doesn’t know why or how it came to be or what he must do. He glanced over at the Elf Kingsley who was already in his Trance state and felt himself get angry for not being able to that quickly. After almost an hour he finally felt himself slip away.

The next morning the 5 of them went back to the great hall to await the summons of the Inquisitor. Everyone was getting restless, especially Kingsley who took it upon himself to help the servants clean the walls. He began using his mage hand spell to help them reach the places they could not. Oroso noticed Shane walk over to the tapestry where the Ice mage was trying to escape to last night. Shane moved it and revealed the broken window which was due to a servants ladder crashing though it yesterday morning.

“What is it you are hoping to find Monk?” Oroso calmly asked. Shane stared out into the courtyard for awhile before reaching into his pack. As he pulled out a glass bottle with a clear liquid inside he gestured towered the watering hole and said “I searched the bodies of the Blue Mercs before the Guardians dispatched of them and found these. I believe these to be a form of magic and according to Kingsley they are a water breathing drink.” Oroso, now looking toward the watering hole, knew what Shane was getting at. Oroso smiled and looked back at Shane, “So do you have any more of those potions?”

“It just so happens that I have five of them.”

“Ok”, began Tanner Stromgen.“As long as we are back before the Inquisitor gets back to conduct her interviews.” He finished as the group of men reached the well and peered inside.

“I say one of the Elves go in first and check it out.” Tron stated.

“I agree, I can see in the dark and if some trap awaits it would be foolish to all go in at once.” Oroso replied as he undid the rope from his belt and handed it to Tanner. Tanner, without being asked began to tie the rope around Oroso as Shane handed him a water breathing potion. Oroso opened the bottle and drank the potion. The taste was awful but the worst is that it didn’t feel like drinking a liquid, it felt like a handful of slime was being forced down his throat as he choked. Tron laughed and made a remark that Oroso didn’t care to hear. When the sensation passed Oroso gave the thumbs up and jumped inside. After a few moments Tanner felt a tug on the rope and began pulling Oroso up until he appeared.

“Alright” He said without taking a breath as he returned. “The well seems to go down about 30 or so feet and turns into an underground river. The current is strong and I couldn’t see more than a few feet beyond my face.”

Kingsley, without saying a word, grabbed a potion and chugged. He gagged for a few seconds before saying “We have to go in, where ever it goes it doesn’t matter. Justine’s killers were going to use it. Maybe we can find out who hired them.” It was clear to Oroso, and the whole group for that matter, that Kingsley had strong feelings for Justine. No one seemed to disagree as everyone started to chug their potions. After they were finished, Tanner had the idea of roping everyone together due to the strong currents. That way the group wouldn’t be separated. Tron also mentioned he could store their equipment into his sack that he had stolen from Grandpa Harper’s General Store. Oroso laughed at the idea and said that all their belongings couldn’t possibly fit in there but as each member piled their stuff in, the sack never grew.

“Magic, should have known.” Oroso cursed as he gave Tron his belongings he wished to keep dry.

Kingsley jumped in first, followed by Tanner. Tron and Shane followed with Oroso taking the rear. As they made their way to the bottom, Kingsley gestured they have reached the river. The touched down on the bottom and began to swim, the current mostly pushing them along. After a few minutes of seeing nothing, Oroso noticed a glow coming from in front of the group about 30 feet. The ground began to move up as the group slowly moved out of the water. The glow was a torch that was hanging on the back wall of the cave. A cave with no exit. Seems strange that the Mercs would go through all this trouble and not have a means of escape.

But as Oroso looked around the cave some more he noticed another glow. Coming from the center of the cave. A door was standing in the middle of the cave with no walls around it. Shane, without saying a word, decided to open the door and go through it. Oroso thought he would come out the other side, but he never did. Oroso knew this city had magic surrounding it but never thought he would see magic like this. The rest of the group followed. There was no warning, no strange feeling or gust of wind as they went through. It felt like going through any other door, only difference is that they didn’t end up on the other side of this door in the cave. They walked into a massive temple by the looks of it. Oroso had never seen such a place before.

Kinsley gasped as he looked up. Oroso followed his gaze and saw that they were standing in the middle of a room that went at least 200 feet high with 10 or more levels every 15 to 20 feet. On each level, separated by a mere 3 feet of space were doors. There must have been thousands, hundreds of thousands. The doors were limitless. Oroso looked back at the group and saw Shane grab a change of clothes that were resting on a table beside the door they walked through and slip them on.

“My guess is” Shane began. “is that the mercs that we didn’t arrest or kill still made their way through this….place. Whatever this place may be.”

“Emperor Kyder.” A voice quietly said. Oroso turned to see Kingsley still staring up into the never-ending expanse of doors. “Who?” Tanner asked.

“This is the work of Emperor Kyder. These are his doors.” Kingsley answered and looked back at the blank stares of the group. “He was the one who built this, with the help of the mages of course. It was said that he was so paranoid and afraid of everything that he had this place built as kind of a sanctuary. All of these doors lead to a door in Mardenhold but only a select few actually lead here. It is incredible that this place actually exists!” He finished with a smile on his face.

“Look up there!” Tron pointed to the 4th level where a door was left open.

“Let’s move.” Shane commanded as he led the way. Tron began handing back the groups equipment as they climbed the set of stairs and arrived at the door he pointed out earlier.

“Ok, I say we do this a little differently than the last door Shane.” Oroso suggested as he crouched down and went through the door with the group following. On the other side was a very small, very damp room. The smell made everyone cough at first.

“There is shit on the floor…”Tron called out as he moved his foot over to a cot and began scrapping it off the bottom of his boot.

“Keep quiet and follow me.” Said Oroso as he opened the wooden door and slid out staying low. The place was dark, but the group’s eyes adjusted so they could see well enough but they still had no idea where they were. The place was lined with doors but each door had a number above it and each door also had a lock…on the outside. Oroso’s first thought was a jail cell of some sort. But it looked abandoned for years. The group kept moving their way through hall after hall until they finally came into an open room.

“Welcome” is what was painted on the wall as they entered. The amount of languages that it was stated in was what caught Oroso’s attention. He felt like he had been seen that wall before.

“This must be the old Immigration and Emigration Bureau.” Tanner whispered to the rest of the group. They made their way through the entryway and down a few steps to an even bigger room. Along the walls were paintings that seemed to have been caught on fire and in every corner there were ash piles. Directly in the center of the room was a giant map underneath a sheet of protective glass. A star marked Mardenhold. The rest of the area was land that the group had no idea existed since they have been stuck in Mardenhold since the siege began almost 200 years ago. But Oroso knew the land well as he was outside the walls before the siege ever began. He walked from side to side looking down at the map as the rest of the group looked at other areas of the room. Oroso finally stopped and sighed.

“Home.” He whispered to himself as he felt a tear roll down his cheek. “Teia is most likely cooking dinner for the little ones now.” He continued to whisper to himself. "Ha, probably not so little any more. Domikis is likely grown into a strong young man by now and Loretta. Oh my little, sweet Loretta is most likely married with a family of her own…

“Oroso…”

The sound of his name snapped him back into reality. He quickly whipped the tear on his cheek away and turned to see Tanner standing there. “You have someone on the other side…don’t you?”

Oroso set his hand upon Tanners shoulder, and without saying a word, let out a sigh and continued on to catch up with the group. The halls continued as they left the map room. Oroso took lead again as the group began to check rooms behind him. Oroso decided to check the room directly in front of him and opened the door. Inside, the room didn’t look to be touched by the fire that destroyed most of the building. There were intact papers, chairs and a pen. A pen that was floating. More magic Oroso assumed. The pen looked as if it was writing still. Oroso grabbed a few papers. Nothing really stood out until he began to read one of the entries…

The sound of real screams broke him away from reading as he turned to see Shane being sucked into a room. Kingsley fired a magic projectile into the room as Oroso made his way out. Down the hall he saw Tron and Tanner fighting a gelatinous cube. That must have been what took Shane. Oroso ran toward Kingsley and peered into the room and saw Shane in the middle of the cube with a look of dread across his face. Oroso, not wasting any time grabbed his rope and fashioned a lasso and threw it into the cube around Shane and pulled. Shane came flying out with a sploosh sound and stood up. Tanner came charging down the hall towards the cube that once had Shane. They must have killed the other one and were looking to finish this one off, but before Tanner could swing his sword, Shane jumped towards the cube and in an instant the cube burst, leaving only Shane standing there dripping with green goop. The rest of the group stood in silence. Shane just turned around, pain showing on his face, and collapsed.

The group decided to lay low for an hour so they could collect their thoughts and let Shane rest, the cube nearly killed him. When Shane was ready to press on the group began walking down the hall again. After about a hundred paces the hall split into a “T”.

“Let me check it out quick, you guys wait here and remain quiet.” Oroso said as he seemed to disappear into the darkness. Oroso decided to check left, opened a door and heard groans coming from inside. After a short pause he knew he was still hidden from whatever was on the other side so he decided to leave and return to the group.

“There is something in the room to the left.” He silently said. Tanner, Shane and Kingsley nodded and took out their weapons.

“Where is Tron?” Oroso asked when he noticed the Dwarf was missing. “After you left he said he doesn’t take orders from anyone, especially an Elf, and stormed off back down the way we came.” Tanner answered.

Oroso cursed aloud, turned back to the group and said “Follow me, we move on.”
The group made their way down the hall towards the moaning sounds but as they moved, Kingsley kicked a rock and sent it up the hall. The groans were getting louder. Oroso looked at Kingsley but Kingsley wasn’t looking back at him, his focus was behind Oroso. Kingsley brought his hand up and fired a projectile over Oroso’s shoulder and Oroso heard a loud SMACK as it hit its target. Oroso turned to see an undead drop to its knees and shatter into pieces as it fell. Ice magic, Oroso realized as he readied his bow and fired an arrow at the next undead to come into view. Two down. Tanner ran ahead and stuck another undead with his sword. He kicked him off his blade as another ran up to him looking to take a bite but Tanner swung his shield up over the top above his head and pushed the undead back into the room. Another magic projectile flew across the room, only this time it went through the stomach of the undead and hit the wall behind it. The undead groaned no more.

“Nice work.” Tanner stated as he began to move into the room the undead came from. Just as he was about to take another step into the room Kingsley shoved him back against the wall.

“What are you doing Kingsley?!” Tanner wanted to scream but knew he must remain quite.

“…Look” Kingsley pointed to the ground. Oroso saw what he was pointing at. A glyph. A magic glyph is a trap mages use. Not a very good one from the looks of it.

“Kingsley, can you disarm it?”

“Yes. Whoever did this was either in a hurry” he said as he waved his hand above the glyph disarming it, " or doesn’t know a lot about magic."
Oroso moved into the room after he disarmed it and stood with his back against the wall next to another door. Voices could be heard from inside. Voices speaking a language that Oroso couldn’t understand.

“…What?!” Kingsley almost yelled as he opened the door.

“Kingsley!” but he had already gone inside. What is he doing? The question was on both Tanner’s and Shane’s face as well as Oroso’s.

Oroso could hear Kingsley talking in the same language as the others. Oroso decided to get a better look. He kept low and moved along the back wall inside. Took position behind a table and nocked an arrow. He glanced back at the door and saw Shane and Tanner still inside. Oroso gestured to them to get ready.

“I am the Dark Lord Wayland and you shall bow before me and my army of darkness” one of the voices said in Common now. Kingsley looked back towards the door as Shane came strolling in, a crossbow in hand. He fired. The bolt smacked into the wall behind Wayland.

“That was a warning shot.” Shane calmly said.

Oroso could hear the groans of undead from across the room.

“Quincy, Vincent,” Wayland began, “teach these fools a lesson.”

“Guys, they are kids. Spare their lives if you can.” Kingsley managed to get out before he fired a magic projectile towards the group of undead that was moving towards the companions.
Oroso, who hadn’t been noticed yet, stood up and fired an arrow from the back room and hit an undead directly in the head, dropping him. Oroso managed a quick look around the room and noticed at least eight undead walking towards Kingsley, three men standing in the back in dark robes and a pile of…bodies. Dead bodies piled to the ceiling in a corner next to the man who calls himself Wayland. Oroso lowered himself back down behind the tables and began making his way closer. Steel smacking flesh was all he heard as he knelt before another table and fired another arrow and dropped another undead. Still unnoticed.

“Quincy, you fool!” is all Oroso heard as the room shook and a wall of lighting exploded from where Kingsley had been standing. Oroso looked up and saw Kingsley still standing there.

“He is more powerful than I first thought.” he thought while firing another arrow and dropping another undead. Oroso looked toward Wayland and saw an orb in his hand glow while he whispered a few words. Then, the pile of dead bodies began to stir as four more undead rose up and moved towards Shane who was being surrounded.
“Kingsley!” Oroso yelled. “The orb is what is controlling the undead.” He finished as he fired another arrow, only this time it stuck Wayland in the hand that was holding the orb. The orb fell to the ground and rolled away from Wayland. The one named Quincy saw Oroso and waved his hand in front of his face and his cloths dropped to the ground.

“Quincy!” Wayland yelled. “Now is not the time for shape shifting.” Oroso noticed something odd about Wayland and his teeth. He had fangs.

“They are Vampires!” Oroso yelled as he notched another arrow and let loose at a group of undead surrounding Shane. He heard a loud metal ring and looked back to see Tanner drop his shield as he was also being surrounded by undead. Tanner fell to the ground, hurt but not dead. Oroso drew his rapier and yelled trying to get the attention of the undead grouping around Tanner. No luck. So he jumped over a table and thrust his sword into the first undead he came across. The undead dropped and lay still. The other three looked up and groaned louder as they moved towards Oroso.

Oroso turned and saw Kingsley make a gesture with his hand, looked back at Wayland who was reaching for the orb but just before he could grab it, it leaped into the air and flew right into Kingsley’s hand.

Kingsley spoke a few words that Oroso couldn’t hear. Oroso turned towards Shane who was also on the ground, bleeding bad. He turned back towards the door they came in from. Thought about leaving for a split second before slicing another undead down that reached out at him. As the undead began to fall the rest of them seemed to stop in their tracks.
Oroso looked back at Kingsley who looked to be concentrating to keep the undead from
moving. He had control of them now.

“No! They are my undead army of darkness!” Wayland screamed as a black ball of energy began to form in his hand. Vincent stood next to him, shaking. He looked scared. Oroso fired an arrow and it hit its mark. Wayland let out a cry as another arrow went through his other hand. The dark lord vampire Wayland let out a high shriek.

“Ow!!! Stop it, please stop it. You win. Please stop. They aren’t even real!” He said as he pulled the fangs out of his mouth.

“Who are you?!” Kingsley demanded as he controlled the undead to surround the two remaining foes.

" I am Vincent and this is my friend Wayland, we came here just to practice."

“…You’re students at the college aren’t you?” Kingsley asked but it sounded like he already knew the answer.

“Of course we are you idiot!” Wayland screamed as the blood poured out and down his hands.
Oroso put sheathed his rapier and attended to his wounded comrades, thinking he wished Tron was here. When he knew Shane and Tanner were ok he walked back to Kingsley.

“I was this close to running out that door Oroso. I don’t think we would have made it if it weren’t for that Orb we managed to get.”

“You know you wouldn’t have left, just like I couldn’t have.”
Kingsley looked at Oroso and motioned the undead to grab Vincent and Wayland and move them towards the door.

“C’mon guys, this is the way out.” Kingsley said as he grabbed the two students and waved his hand in the air. Oroso looked back to see the undead drop and become still once again.

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Session 3
I Remember My First Water-Breathing Potion

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound
  • Oroso
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen
  • Tron the Balling

NPCs in this Session

  • Alanna Firebrand – Engaged to Arthur Laine
  • Arthur Laine – Heir to Laine Manor
  • Commander Donner Myrak – Blue Wolf Commander
  • Inquisitor Joslyn – Mage Council Investigator
  • Jules – Steward of Laine Family
  • Lady Selenna Tarok – Lady of House Tarok
  • Lord Metus Laine – Lord of Laine Manor
  • Lord Barton Tarok – Lord of House Tarok
  • Lucas Wheeler
  • Professor Tiberian Laine
  • Tim – Laine Family Servant

Locations Visited

  • Emperor Kyder’s Doorways
  • Laine Manor
  • Mardenhold Immigration and Emigration Bureau
  • Underwater Cave

Magic Items

Handouts

XP Distribution
Kingsley Cinderhound
Collecting Whitecrest Research – 100
Defeating Two Gelatinous Cubes – 440
Discovering Emperor Kyder’s Doorways – 100
Total: 640 Points

Shane the Monk
Collecting Whitecrest Research – 100
Defeating Two Gelatinous Cubes – 440
Discovering Emperor Kyder’s Doorways – 100
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 690 Points

Oroso
Collecting Whitecrest Research – 100
Defeating Two Gelatinous Cubes – 440
Discovering Emperor Kyder’s Doorways – 100
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 690 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Collecting Whitecrest Research – 100
Defeating Two Gelatinous Cubes – 440
Discovering Emperor Kyder’s Doorways – 100
Writing a Recap – 50
Total: 690 Points

Tron the Balling
Collecting Whitecrest Research – 100
Defeating Two Gelatinous Cubes – 440
Discovering Emperor Kyder’s Doorways – 100
Total: 640 Points

Player Recap
by Mathias Goldschild

“… We had kept alive the Captain of the Blue Wolves, Donner Myrak, and a few of the other mercenaries. The Laines came out from under the table. Our group went to check on them as they emerged. The Taroks were the first to notice the deceased Justine, Lady Tarok fainted at the sight and Lord Tarok was at a loss for words. Lord Metus was carried away by servants.

“The Guardians and Professor Laine burst through the doors of the hall shortly after the fighting had ended with Inquisitor Joslyn, a Mage Council Investigator, leading the charge on some floating disk. After establishing that my cohorts and I were not the people that killed Justine, the Guardians took our information while the Inquisitor began asking Arthur questions. Our group was asked to stay the night at the Laine manor until the Inquisitor could return the next day.”

Tanner paused for a moment and chuckled. "Oh yeah… Kingsley started flirting with the Inquisitor. I’ve never seen someone shut down so fast, or have a change in women that quickly.

“Before Arthur left with his fiancÈ, Tron began accusing him of conspiring to kill his sister and talking with some shady person just before dinner. I didn’t have cause to believe him then, but I didn’t have cause not to.

“Shane had a place at the Manor so we spent the night there. I would have returned to the barracks that night after the dinner, but circumstances kept me at the manor. I remember Oroso and Kingsley having a chat sometime during the night, but the details escape me now.

“Once morning had come, we returned to the hall for the morning meal. The five of us sat at the table and decided to poke our heads around the garden behind the Hall. You see, Shane had found potions of water breathing on the dead mercenaries and there was a well just outside the smashed window. Let me tell you, if the lamb was the best thing I will ever taste, the water breathing potion will be the worst. We tied ourselves together and jumped into the well. We followed the cavern under the well to a small air pocket where there was this door.”

“A door?”

“Yes, a door. A plain as the door behind me. Just standing there on the little land in that air pocket. We walked into… I’m sorry. Shane charged through the door. On the other side, and mind you, there wasn’t supposed to be anything on the other side, was what Kingsley said was ‘Emperor Kyder’s Doorways.’ This room was at least 10 stories high and every inch of wall was covered in doors. Apparently, every door- no… Any door in Mardenhold could be reached in this room.

“On the fourth floor, there was an open door. Naturally, we went through it. We emerged in a small cell with a shitty cot and shit all over the floors. I’m sorry, there was fecal matter everywhere…”

He must have noticed me blush at his language.

“As we traveled down some corridors, we came to this huge room with a map of the empire built into the floor, and paintings of other cities on the walls, and a sign that read ‘welcome’ in 20 different languages. We figured we were in the Immigration and Emigration building in Mardenhold.

“The room was barren so we continued down a hallway off of this main room. We came to an office room with what we gathered as planned for a some magnificent city known – that was going to be known as Whitecrest. We took some of the research on the city and pressed onward. As we rounded a corner, there was a zombie just standing there… Well, he wasn’t just standing there; he was trapped in this jelly cube creature who had a friend in an room right behind us. We disposed of them, but not before Shane took some serious wounds. Shane got his revenge on one of the cubes, though. Faster than I could blink my eye, his punches and kicks flew into the creature and it just burst right then and there.”

“Whoa…”

“It was quite the sight to see…”

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Session 2
Birthday Heartbreaks

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound
  • Oroso – First Appearance
  • Shane the Monk
  • Tanner Stromgen
  • Tron the Balling

NPCs in this Session

  • Alanna Firebrand – Engaged to Arthur Laine – First Appearance
  • Arthur Laine – Heir to Laine Manor
  • Barney Piffle – First Appearance
  • Blue Wolf Mercenaries – First Appearance
  • Byron Harper – Owner of Grandpa Harper’s General Store
  • Callie Harper – Owner of Grandpa Harper’s General Store
  • Commander Donner Myrak – Blue Wolf Commander – First Appearance
  • Doros Gemhammer – Son of Dokoon Gemhammer
  • Jakob Harper – First Appearance
  • Jules – Steward of Laine Family
  • Justine Laine – First Appearance
  • Lady Selenna Tarok – Lady of House Tarok – First Apperance
  • Lady Juliette Laine (Tarok) – Lady of Laine Manor – First Appearance
  • Lord Metus Laine – Lord of Laine Manor – First Appearance
  • Lord Barton Tarok – Lord of House Tarok – First Appearance
  • Lucas Wheeler
  • Merchant Alliance Board Members – First Appearance
  • Piffle Children – First Appearance
  • Pilnar Gammeltrodd – Gemhammer Treasurer
  • Professor Tiberian Laine
  • Reeder Harper
  • Sir Mand Wheeler – Captain of the Mardenhold Guard
  • Talla Laine
  • Terri Harper
  • Tiberius Laine II
  • Tullus – Assistant Steward of Laine Family
  • Tya Laine
  • Yulani Layrd
  • Seline Piffle – First Appearance
  • Sir Kyder Tarok – First Appearance
  • Unknown Blow-Dart Wielding Assassin – First Appearance
  • Unknown Ice Mage – First Appearance
  • Unknown Priest – First Appearance
  • Unknown Priest’s Assistant – First Appearance

Locations Visited

  • 24/7 Blacksmith
  • Grandpa Harper’s General Store
  • Laine Manor

XP Distribution
Kingsley Cinderhound
Defeating Five (5) Blue Wolf Mercenaries – 100
Defeating Unknown Ice Mage – 100
Defeating Commander Donner Myrak – 100
Humiliating Unknown Ice Mage – 10
Pre-Game Recap – 20
Saving Lord Metus Laine – 100
Saving Lucas Wheeler – 50
Smooth Talking Justine – 30
Total: 510 Points

Shane the Monk
Defeating Five (5) Blue Wolf Mercenaries – 100
Defeating Unknown Ice Mage – 100
Defeating Commander Donner Myrak – 100
“Sticking the Landing” – 10
Saving Lord Metus Laine – 100
Saving Lucas Wheeler – 50
Total: 460 Points

Oroso
Conversation with Tron the Balling – (“I have two cups and I see you have an empty hand…”) – 30
Defeating Five (5) Blue Wolf Mercenaries – 100
Defeating Unknown Ice Mage – 100
Defeating Commander Donner Myrak – 100
Saving Lord Metus Laine – 100
Saving Lucas Wheeler – 50
Total: 480 Points

Tanner Stromgen
Defeating Five (5) Blue Wolf Mercenaries – 100
Defeating Unknown Ice Mage – 100
Defeating Commander Donner Myrak – 100
Saving Lord Metus Laine – 100
Saving Lucas Wheeler – 50
Writing Recap – 40
Total: 490 Points

Tron the Balling
Conversation with Oroso (“You know you’ll probably never see your family again.”) – 30
Defeating Five (5) Blue Wolf Mercenaries – 100
Defeating Unknown Ice Mage – 100
Defeating Commander Donner Myrak – 100
Saving Lord Metus Laine – 100
Saving Lucas Wheeler – 50
Total: 480 Points

Player Recap
by Shane the Monk

Memoirs of a Monk
7th Year Post Revolution
Birthday Heartbreaks

“As I reflect back on my life, I can pick out one vivid night which drastically changed the path I took through life. I was still pretty young, at least as far as monks go, only 30 at the time when the Maiden Justine Laine was boldly murdered in the midst of her 18th birthday party.

I should have known something was amiss that day, as the morning had been off to a bad start. The fattened lamb to be served as the center piece of the birthday feast had not made it to the Laine Manor, and Lord Arthur Laine was worried. Myself and several companions, some of whom I was not familiar with at the time but would bond with later that night, went to fetch the lamb (that in it of itself is a story, but one I well not delve deeply into here).

Upon returning to the manor with the fattened lamb, our first odd encounter of the night occurred with the Lady Juliette Laine, whom demanded me to fetch her bags from her room as she was leaving! At the time, this seemed an absurd statement, as the city had been under siege for the last 200 or so years with all magical means of transportation cut off. To stop her from making a bigger scene or upsetting other guests I returned the Lady Laine back to her room.

Meanwhile, my lamb rescuing cohorts continued to go about their business in preparation for the party. Tanner had lost his sword in the burning building of the lamb rescue and returned to the scene to search for the heirloom. Unable to locate the sword, he was forced to pick one up at a blacksmiths. In the process he warned his superior officer Sir Mand Wheeler about the fire snakes fought earlier that day, and was assigned to babysitting Lucas Wheeler while he looked into the matter. Kingsley and Tron the Balling continued to enjoy drinks awaiting the entrance of Justine. During this time they met one of our future compatriots Oroso, an elvish rouge.

After depositing the Lady Juliette to her room I returned to find Arthur and warn him about the security concerns I had about tonights events. He assured me all would be fine, as the Blue Wolf Mercenaries had been hired to provide security. Being somewhat calmed by this I helped position the mercenaries within the hall.

It was then time for Justine’s grand entrance – and it was quite the procession. Poor Kingsley, not knowing Justine’s fate, boldly flirted with the Maiden on her entrance. He truly did seem quite attached to her, despite hardly knowing her.

Following the entrance, the grand feast commenced. As a gesture of gratitude, myself and the others who rescued the lamb were given prime seating and the choicest meat; I still recall that as being one of the finest cuts of meat I’ve ever had.

I should take the time to mention, throughout the night members of the Laine family had been acting rather strange. First Lady Juliette wanted to leave the town, then Arthur met with an odd fellow and seemed rather flustered, and finally Tiberius Laine II was outraged at his seating position in the hall and actually walked out of the party as a result.

During the feast, a number of the guests showered Justine with lavish gifts, myself as a humble monk offering services of protection. A mage who appeared to be hired for entertainment attempted to give Justine a flower made from ice, however he embarrassingly dropped it (I only found out later Kingsley had slyly knocked it from his hand via magic.)

It was this same mage who returned for one last gift of the night. Appearing to once again conjure an ice flower, instead a cold knife of ice formed in his hands and in a flash he stabbed Justine straight through the heart. After that, chaos rained for the next few minutes. Kingsley, Tron the Balling, Tanner, and myself jumped to apprehend the killer, while Oroso (whom I would formally meet later) lended long range support from the wings. The Blue Wolf mercenaries and their captain joined the fray on the side of the ice mage, with the archers taking aim at Lord Laine, while an unknown assailant struck Lucas Wheeler with a poison blow dart before fleeing the scene.

Given the murders had the element of surprise on mostly unarmed and unsuspecting targets, we were fortunate they were rather incompetent and we were able to prevent them from assassinating any of the other Laines in the hall. We also managed to take out 5 Blue
Wolf mercenaries, capture their captain alive, and killed the rogue mage."

An Interview with Tanner Stromgen
by Mathais Goldschild
I had been absolutely dumbfounded by Stromgen’s stories thus far. It was much more than I had anticipated when I agreed to interview the man for Professor Rayderr. I hadn’t expected him to be so articulate, though I suppose anyone with his track record would of course be able to speak to anyone cleanly. He seemed so pleased with himself, especially after reliving the burning general store.

“So you got the wheel for the cart and set off for the manor. Then what?” I asked, probably too eager to know the answer.

Tanner smirked at me, "Well. We set off to the Laine manor with lamb, after ensuring that Tron the Balling and Kingsley weren’t going to actually steal the lamb. At the time, I had just under eight years in the City Guard under my belt, so I reached for my sword, to be at the ready and defend the lamb if need be. As I reach for my sword, it was gone. I must had dropped it in the building when the snake had knocked me out. And in the haste to save the children, and my sorry-ass, Shane didn’t grab it. I certainly don’t blame him. But this was not an ordinary blade, my friend. No, this was a Darksteel blade. The Darksteels had this amazing gift for metalwork, and the head of their clan just happened to be in the city when the siege began. Every officer of the City Guard has a Darksteel blade, and I could already hear Tark giving me shit for losing the blade; he’s one of two dwarves in the city actually qualified to add the Darksteel touch to any metal and a good friend of mine.

I rushed back to the general store as soon as I noticed the sword was gone. When I arrived back at the store, it was still very much on fire. Like this was one of the greatest fires I had seen. The crowd had dispersed and the halfings were still there, watching their home and store burn to the ground. I approached the eldest halfing, Byron Harper was his name. He thanked be profusely as did his son Jakob Harper, and told me if I needed anything, he would do it. I said there wasn’t anything I wanted other than for them to look through the rubble when the fire had stopped. I planned to return around sundown to see if they had found anything.

I arrived at the manor to see Shane taking Lady Juliette Laine back to her chambers with other servants, and the rest of my companions going into the main hall. I searched for Sir Wheeler and went to him. I told him everything I could recall about the snakes and burning building. Rightfully concerned, he left the party to speak with his CO, and left me in charge of Lucas.

Lady Justine Laine, gods rest her soul, made her grand entrance an hour or so later. Kingsley, ever the romantic tried to win her affection with a simple magic trick, and if her father had not been there, he would have succeeded that very moment in taking her away. But anyways, after she and her train had taken to the great hall, I took Lucas with me back to the general store only to find that the Harpers were unable to find my blade. I couldn’t be without a sword and it was too late in the evening to get another from the Quartermaster, so I had to buy another sword at a nearby blacksmith. I even got Lucas a dagger with the instructions not to tell his father I gave it to him. The kid deserved a present, even before the feast. He was to propose to Justine that evening, and he wasn’t exactly excited about it.

We returned to the feast just in time for the lamb to be served. By the Divines, that lamb will forever be the greatest thing I will ever eat. Have you ever had fresh meat, friend?"

I shook my head.

“Pray every day that you do, and have it as you last meal as everything after will be a disappointment.

The feast went on. I presented my gift to Justine: a small figurine of a knight carved from the same dragon bone my dice were from. There was also this mage that was just ahead of Lucas in the line of gift giving. I turned in my seat to watch this mage summon a frozen dagger and plunge it into Justine’s heart. As she fell back, I heard the cries from the hired, traitorous guards to jump into action and my counterparts and I did the same. It was no more than five minutes. Lord Metus was shot from the rafters as he called for the mage to be seized. The rest of the Laine table all quickly ducked under the table and the guests quickly fled the great hall. Shane was the first of us to run up over the tables, over the ice barrier the mage had put up between us and the Laine table, and beat the shit outta two of the hired guards. Tron and Kingsley went the other way around the barrier to take down the leader of the guards along with other guards. As for myself, I bolted around the ice barrier and tackled the mage with no intention to kill him. But the wall was there… and so what his head. I also managed to save Lord Metus’s life and Lucas’s after he had been hit by a poisonous dart in the back.

In all, I think we took out eight or so of the guards. The rest of them fled the great hall. Oh! And once the fighting was done, we discovered that we had another ally in the rafters: Oroso, an elven ranger. Good man, good man."

I couldn’t help but smile at his retelling of the battle. “What happened after the danger was gone?”

“Oh, the danger wasn’t gone…”

A Death at a Celebration of Life: Oroso’s Account of the Murder of Justine Laine
by Oroso

Just stay calm. Blend in. Act natural. These were the three simple rules that Oroso kept telling himself throughout the day and well into the evening. “There are over 100 people here at this gathering, no one will notice unless I give them a reason to notice.” He whispered to himself as he made his way through the crowd. This was his first “job” in over 40 years. Feelings of excitement washed over him when asked to do it, but now he was nervous.

“May I offer you an appetizer Sir?”

Oroso looked at the young servant, gestured and shook his head no. His nerves seemed to settle after his first encounter at Lady Justine’s Nameday. An hour or so passed while Oroso became just another guest of honor in the courtyard of Laine Manor.

“Be Patient.” He kept telling himself as the day moved on into the late afternoon. “He will be here.” As he brought up his mug for another sip the gates opened and a group of men, adventurers by the looks of them, came strolling in.

“Darling! Those are the men who saved those poor folk from the blaze earlier today, we must introduce ourselves to them.” A young woman exclaimed to her husband as they dashed off. Oroso peered in the direction they ran and saw four men walking through crowd of people. No, three men. And a Dwarf.

“Excuse me servant”, Oroso asked the nearest he could find. “Who might they be?”

“They sir, are the group who saved some common folk from an inferno. They also recovered Lord Metus’ missing lamb for the feast!” Oroso looked back to the group of men and the dwarf to see one of them escorting Lady Laine up the stairs, another man head out the gate with a boy on his heels, the Dwarf make his way to the Main Hall, and the man in robes looked like he was waiting for someone.

“Here you go sir” A servant gave Oroso a mug filled to the brim with mead.

“But I have one already…” but the servant continued to walk around the crowd and pass out drinks not hearing a word he said. At that moment, a drink from behind the stone top table was lifted into the air and began making its way across the room. Floating by itself – or so it seemed. It hovered in front of the man in robes who presented it to Justine Laine.

“A mage?” Oroso thought aloud. Taking a closer look at him, Oroso noticed he was also an Elf. Oroso started walking towards the door to the Main Hall where the feast was to be had with two drinks in his hands but stopped when he saw Lord Metus knock the cup from the air and say a few choice words to the young Elf mage and continue walking with his daughter in hand. Oroso managed a quick smile before continuing on.

Once inside, he caught a glimpse of the Dwarf from earlier standing next to a tapestry gulping his mead down. “Might as well introduce myself,” he told himself as he made his way to the Dwarf.

“I have two cups and I see you are now empty handed, care for another?” Oroso asked as he stuck out one of the drinks to the Dwarf. Without any hesitation the Dwarf swiped it from his hands and continued to gulp down the fresh mead.

“I’m Oroso by the way.”

“…Tron” The Dwarf managed to say after slurping down the last of the mead. “You here with anyone?”

Oroso, stunned by the question and caught off guard answered the only way he could. “No, my family is on the other side of the Barrier…somewhere. I have been here since the Siege started.” He wondered why he told the Dwarf, whom he had just met, a personal story about himself.

“You know you will never see your family again.” Tron blurted out, the mead doing most of the talking now. Oroso, again stunned by the Dwarfs mannerisms’ had no words to continue on with the conversation. Thankfully a second or two later, the bells chimed signaling it was time for the feast to begin. Time to get back to work.

“Well, it is time I make my leave, until we meet again Tron.” He turned and walked towards the kitchens. He knew he wasn’t going to have a seat at any of the tables so he had planned to wait for his opportunity to present itself while waiting up in the rafters. He snuck through the kitchen and into the stairway without a problem; the smell of whatever it was they were cooking made Oroso wish he had a spot to sit for dinner. When he arrived to the chandelier control room he found his equipment untouched in the area he had hid it nights before. He strapped his armor on and tightened his quiver and Rapier to himself, grabbed his longbow and headed for the door to the rafters but stopped when he saw patrols walking the perimeter.

Oroso recognized the group of men as Blue Wolf Mercenaries.

“Why are the Blue Wolves here?” his mind trying to figure out why a band of Mercs would be hired to keep watch at this event; especially at a family as important as the Laines. Oroso drew back into the shadows and waited and wondered for what seemed like an eternity. That’s when the screams started. Oroso looked through the doorway to see a mage in blue robes standing above Lady Justine’s corpse, another mage firing beams from his hands at the mage in blue but the mage in blue quickly turned and threw up a shield which blocked the mage’s attack- the young Elf mage, Oroso noticed. The mage in blue than waved his hand across his face and a wall of solid ice six feet high raised up to block him from everyone else. The mage started to dash towards the window.

“Don’t do it. Don’t give up on your mission.” He told himself as he peered back to the room of people. He saw the face of the young Elf, stunned, emotionless. He drew his bowstring back with an arrow nocked and fired. The mage was running faster than he anticipated as the arrow grazed his leg, barley slowing him down. He loaded his bow again. Heard commotion coming from below, the archers on the rafters let loose their own arrows….but they were aiming at the Laine Family. “I knew it” he said to himself as he quickly came out of the shadows again and fired at a Blue Wolf archer to his left, his arrow hit its mark and dropped him.

“One down, 3 more archers to go.” He heard the banging of steel coming from the ground and managed a look. More Blue Wolf mercs were posted on the ground level and they were surrounding a group of men. And a Dwarf. The same group from before. The man in just cloths leaped up on a table and somersaulted himself over the wall and was on top of the blue mage before Oroso knew what he was watching. The Dwarf was running around the wall, as was another warrior. A guard by the looks of him. The Elf mage was left alone, with Blue wolf men surrounding him.

“My mission will have to be done another day, he will understand.” He told himself as he let loose another arrow. Striking a Blue Wolf charging the Elf mage in the back. He grabbed another arrow but heard footsteps heading his way from the rafters. Two of the Blue Wolves turned the corner and were stunned to see Oroso charging at them, he managed to push one over the railing down to the cement and break his leg, the other ran off down the stairs for the exit. Now Oroso was in the open he could see that Lord Laine had taken a couple arrows.

The guard leaped through the air tackling the Blue mage into the wall, splitting his head wide open as blood poured out. He won’t live much longer. The guard rushed over to Lord Laine and cast a healing spell, grabbed him and hid him under the table and healed a little boy who had a dart in his back a few seconds after that.

“Poison.” Oroso said aloud. They didn’t want only Justine dead today he thought to himself as he nocked another arrow and fired it at the Mercs still surrounding the Elf mage. After hitting his target in the shoulder he decided to join the fight below, jumping down. But as he jumped down his foot caught the railing and he landed awkwardly. He looked up to see the mage cast Shield just in time to block a Mercs attack. Another arrow loose and another Merc went cold. He rushed towards the Mage who was now on the ground, grabbed his Rapier and stood in front of the Elf – protecting him. “You will not have him.” Oroso screamed at the remaining Mercs as they howled and moved closer.

The man who flipped over the wall earlier ran up to the captain of the Mercs and in a flash managed to knock him out with a lighting fast combination of punches. The remaining mercs dropped their swords and Oroso knew the battle was won, but the problems had just begun.

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Session 1
Burning Down the House

Session 1 2 3 4 5 6

Characters Present

  • Kingsley Cinderhound – First Appearance
  • Shane the Monk – First Appearance
  • Tanner Stromgen – First Appearance
  • Tron the Balling – First Appearance
    NPCs in this Session
  • Arthur Laine – Heir to Laine Manor – First Appearance
  • Byron and Callie Harper – Owners of Grandpa Harper’s General Store – First Appearance
  • Doros Gemhammer – Son of Dokoon Gemhammer – First Appearance
  • Jules – Steward of Laine Family – First Appearance
  • Lucas Wheeler – First Appearance
  • Pilnar Gammeltrodd – Gemhammer Treasurer – First Appearance
  • Professor Tiberian Laine – First Appearance
  • Reeder Harper – First Appearance
  • Sir Mand Wheeler – Captain of the Mardenhold Guard – First Appearance
  • Talla Laine – First Appearance
  • Terri Harper – First Appearance
  • Tiberius Laine II – First Appearance
  • Tullus – Assistant Steward of Laine Family – First Appearance
  • Tya Laine – First Appearance
  • Yulani Layrd – First Appearance
    Locations Visited
  • Grandpa Harper’s General Store
  • Laine Manor
  • South Gate Camp
  • Salthoard
  • Unknown Location
    XP Distribution
    Kingsley Cinderhound
    Exploring the Portal – 30
    Scoring the Final Blow on the Two-Headed Flame Serpent – 10
    Terri and Reeder were both rescued – 40
    Total: 80

Shane the Monk
Defeating two Two-Headed Flame Serpents – 80
Terri and Reeder were both rescued – 40
Total: 120

Tanner Stromgen
Defeating two Two-Headed Flame Serpents – 80
Terri and Reeder were both rescued – 40
Total: 120

Tron the Balling
Exploring the Portal – 30
Terri and Reeder were both rescued – 40
Total: 70

Player Recap
by Adam
The day began like any other day in Mardenhold. Today, however, was the 18th birthday of Justine Laine. An extravagant party was to be held in her honor later that evening, and many of the Laine’s friends, family, and cohorts would be in attendance.

Tanner Stromgen, a paladin of the Mardenhold Guard, worked his rounds on the city wall, prepping and maintaining the city defenses. He was to attend Justine’s birthday later than evening, and as the city’s bell tolled for the midday meal, his shift ended. He made his way to his Barracks and encountered Sir Mand Wheeler, also of the city’s military and Tanner’s Commanding Officer, and his son Lucas Wheeler. The Wheelers had married into the Laine family such that Lucas was Justine’s cousin. After a small encounter, Tanner left the South Gate camps and headed for the Laine Manor.

Once inside the Laine Manor, Tanner came across Shane the Monk, another cohort of the Laine family. They spoke briefly for time. Around 1 o’ clock in the afternoon, the other half of the Laine family arrived, the half that does not live on the Laine compound: Professor Tiberian Laine and his family plus his mother Tya. With them was Professor Tiberian’s assistant student, Kingsley Cinderhound who is well versed in the magically arts and familiar with the Laines as well as Tanner and Shane. The three of them exchanged pleasantries and unfortunately attracted the attention of a rather burly looking dwarf by the name of Tron the Balling, who was hanging about one of the Gemhammer clan dwarves. Tron had been eyeing a rather sluthy looking fellow who seemed to be taking mental note of the manor; but this man could wait if some group of high born sissies were talkin’ shit.

A brief confrontation and the disappearance of a tray of hors d’oeuvres later, the heir apparent to the Laine family, Arthur Laine and his fiance plus entourage arrived at the party to be greeted by the Head Steward Jules. In a state of panic, Jules informed Arthur that the lamb had not arrived even though it was due an hour ago, and that the window will not be fixed in time. The two went into the great hall as did the four Laine Associates. Inside the great hall were many long tables and the chandeliers had all been lowered so their candles could be replaced. At the head of the hall were two… well, were two stained glass windows. The left one had been taken out by a servant’s ladder. A mage was set to arrive sometime later in the week to repair it, much to the disliking of Jules.

What’s more, the fattened lamb that had been purchased for the party had not arrived. With livestock extremely rare and expensive, and even fresh meat so seldom eaten by the townsfolk, the thought of theft was a very good possibility. Arthur implored the help from Shane, a friend of his, to find the lamb. With nearly six hours until the party, he would return no doubt before it began. Shane turned to his acquaintences and asked for their help as well. Tanner, a man of the Guard, offered his services willingly. Kingsley was asked by Professor Tiberian. And Tron was asked to go on behalf of the Gemhammers.

The group departed from the manor, through the North Gardens, and came to Salthoard, located northeast of the Gardens. On the main road, they came across Tullus and a Laine slave with a covered cart that had broken its wheel. Tron, knowing the salthoard the best, left to go to a nearby general store for a spare wheel. A blood curtling scream alerted the rest of the group to the fact that the general store in question had caught fire, and the two grandchildren of the halflings who own the store were trapped inside.

The group entered into the store. Tanner and Shane went upstairs to find the children. Kingsley and Tron, however, were more interested in the spare goods of the store, and in a portal of green goo that led to a hellish kind of world where the rocks disobeyed gravity and the sky was dominated by a large gas giant. Upstairs, Tanner and Shane came across the first child under attack by a hellfire two-headed snake that no doubt came from the portal, given the strange orange sand that had been tracked into the building. They made quick work of the snake, and as Shane carried the granddaughter to safety, Tanner pressed onwards to find the grandson also under attack by a similar creature.
Tanner unfortunately collapsed due to the strength of the snake and his wounds were very extensive. Shane saw Tanner collapse and called to the rest of his party for help. Kingsly heard the cries of help after a small epiphany of why they were actually here. Bolting through the portal, something went wrong and Kingsly was thrown to the floor after his guts had been shaken and pulled and stirred thoroughly. Disoriented, he regained his footing and headed upstairs. Tron left through the portal and took a spare wagon wheel. Kingsley stumbled up the stairs to find Shane dragging Tanner and the halfling child following. Still rather disoriented, Kingsley evoked his magical winds and knocked the child down the hallway. Shane called for him to stop, and the four left the building.

Tanner’s wounds were attended to, the fire brigade had been conjuring water jets onto buildings nearby, and the stolen wagon wheel was attached to the cart. The Laine associates started their way back to the Laine manor with the lamb.

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