Campaign of the Month: March 2016

Ptolus, City by the Spire

Session 1: CSI Ptolus
16th of Rain, 721 IA
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The fledgling delvers had chosen to investigate the Case of the Missing Girl and headed off to the Black Swan. The rowdy dwarves were just beginning to crank up the nightly party, but we were able to question the bartender about Toman Etherin. The friendly half-elf, acting as a go-between for his friend, directed us to the home of the fish wrangler Toman.

He and his wife were extremely worried, and very thankful for the offered assistance. Their daughter Alanna disappeared two days ago. She left their home to go visit her father at the Fish Market, but she never arrived and hasn’t been seen since. She vanished somewhere on Iron Street.

Toman insisted that his daughter didn’t have a boyfriend, but the look on his wife’s face told a different tale. Mos deftly got Toman out of the room so Nethwen could inquire discreetly. There was a boyfriend named Balen, who lived somewhere over in Rivergate. Thorzin was dispatched to investigate the Rivergate lead and took his leave for a while.

The group began searching on Iron Street, where a chance encounter with a pair of Silent Sisters (and their speaker) didn’t garner them any further leads, but they did confirm that there has been a recent rash of reported child disappearances across the city. There was no discernible pattern to the abductions, though.

Further along the crowded Iron Street, Yona spotted someone who could be a worthy source of information. A little old lady was sitting on the front porch of a basketweaver’s shop, plying her craft as she watched the street life passing by. Shona, as she called herself, did in fact remember seeing Alanna two days prior. The girl was lured into an alley by a yipping puppy, and though Shona didn’t see anything happen there, she did note that a man in black-and-red robes emerged very shortly thereafter pushing a barrow, with the puppy atop something inside a pile of burlap sacks. She couldn’t see his face, but she thought he had some kind of markings or symbols on his robes, and he definitely headed north from there.

Chesh remembered seeing a temple whose door was decked out in red and black – the Temple of the Ebon Hand has a red-painted door with a huge black palm print emblem. She didn’t know anything else about the place though, so we made a short side trek to the Temple of Teun to visit with her mentor.

Lidda was able to confirm that the Temple of the Ebon Hand is believed to be an evil cult, but there has been nothing to connect them with any abductions or disappearances. She invited and encouraged the group to investigate the temple.

Aendir and Nethwen were unwilling to attend an Ebon Hand service, but Mos and Yona went right on in and sat down during the services. The chapel was dominated by a huge, black statue of an upturned hand, with lit candles at each fingertip.

A couple of black-and-red robed priests were leading the service; the head guy was covered in disgustingly oozing pustules and boils. The sermon was all about the sin of beauty, and how the un-beautiful and disfigured were those blessed by the Ebon Hand. Afterward, Mos tried to fast-talk his way past the priests (they weren’t buying it). Yona, however, was able to sweet talk them into sharing a bit more of their bizarre beliefs. They invited her to come to their inner sanctum to walk the Path of Chaos and be rewarded with the Gift of Deformity. She demurred, saying she “wanted to think about it for a day” and the two left.

After a discussion of possible ways to infiltrate the building and find this “inner sanctum” they decided to sneak into the building after nightfall to investigate.

They succeeded in getting inside, but were soon discovered by a trio of guards and one priest. A quick, brutal fight broke out, leading to the deaths of those defenders with little difficulty. The bodies were looted and stuffed into the back storeroom. Mos found and took an Ebon Hand holy symbol to add to his “collection” on a chain around his neck.

An open trapdoor in the other back room revealed stairs leading down into darkness, and the heroes didn’t hesitate to move downward to investigate further.

The stairs led down to an underground chamber with only a large black rug covering much of the floor and a large red tapestry emblazoned with the now-familiar black hand symbol of the temple. As Yona investigated, the rug came to life and attacked!

The animated rug was quickly beaten (no pun intended), but then the tapestry also reached out and engulfed poor Nethwen, quickly smothering her into unconsciousness! Chesh tried to attack the tapestry without hurting her friend, but the wriggling and writhing cloth monstrosity jerked at the last second and the cleric was horrified to see that her attack had solidly struck the ranger. Mos came to the rescue, using that procured Ebon Hand symbol to subdue the tapestry, and Chesh was quick to administer healing magics to get Nethwen back on her feet.

Meanwhile, the tapestry ensnared Yona Note. Aendir got into a tug-of-war with the tapestry and successfully wrested her from its grasp, and Mos used the symbol again to still the tapestry’s attacks.

A short rest was taken to allow everyone to catch their breath.

End of Session.

LEVEL UP: Yona Note, Mosquilius Kito (Mos or Mosquito), Aendir Meliamne, Nethwen Nagel, Chesh Briarthorn

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Mos' Journal, entry zero

After being made by the authorities, I have decided it is in my best interest to join the Delver’s Guild. (Seriously, who would think the guard would be smart enough to realize that the various faen selling properties that may or may not have been theirs to sell across town was the same guy? Seriously. It only took them 17 completed sales to figure out that I was watching which family had decided to take long trips and selling their homes while they were away. It’s not like forging the bill of ownership and paying a local locksmith to make new keys and locks was exactly hard. Seventeen. SEVENTEEN. It’s like they were being paid to do this job or something. Suckers.)

In case this journal is discovered by any authorities, I, Mosquilius Kito, do declare this is a work of fiction and in no way depicts any actual events which may or may not have occurred. All names are fictional, even the ones that closely resemble real people.

Now that we’ve finished with that, let me fill you in on a couple of the characters I’ve banded up with. And I do mean characters. Seriously.

  • Yona . Nice girl with thievin’ habits. Mental note: don’t leave her alone with this journal. Still, she’s got common sense on her side.
  • Aendir. Holy warrior. High minded and all preachy. Seriously, he spoke for a half mark on virtue. I need to convince him silence is a virtue.
  • Chesh. Old monkey-toes herself. Still smug after all these years. She’s apparently hanging with the temple-bangers these days and carries a rifle. She’s a little too attached to it, if you catch my meaning.
  • Nethwen. Jumps at shadows and constantly is staring over her shoulder. Maybe on the run? I wonder if she knows Londo
  • Thorzin. Grumpypants made flesh. I swear he watches me like a hawk. I feel like I ought to swipe his stuff just to see if he notices…

Anyway now we’re off to find a missing girl. Probably ran away from home. But it’s worth 200 gold if we find her. It’s not selling real estate money, but I can spend it.. Will write soon.

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Session 0: The calm before the storm
16th of Rain, 721 IA
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Ptolus, the City by the Spire, has become known throughout the Empire as the place where anyone willing to swing a sword and brave the labyrinthine Dungeon beneath the city can strike it rich. Wannabe dungeon delvers have been flocking to the city for several years now, and the lure of adventure is a bait too sweet for many to deny.

Six hopeful delvers gathered that day in the Delver’s Guild Office and paid their first dues to the great Delver’s Guild. The ever-cheerful Gorti Jurgen welcomed them, and showed them around the guild’s Gathering Hall.

The new names added to the rolls of the guild:

These new delvers were shown around the place, but what most interested them was the guild’s Notice Board

There was much spirited discussion about the board, and the delvers have decided to follow up on the missing girl. They’re heading for the Black Swan to talk to someone named Toman Etherin.

End of Session.

DM’s Notes: I sincerely hope you all had as much fun as I did. I’m really excited about our new campaign! Remember, you can each earn yourself more Hero Points for next time if you get your character info updated.

See you all on Friday!

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Session 12: RUN AWAY!!!
15th of Rain, 721 IA Stop trying to sell me a chair!
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Session 11: Vengeance, Children, Good Food... and Speedos (!?)
14-15th of Rain, 721 IA Goodbye and good luck, Pockets!
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Session 10: Won't Someone Think of the Children??
13th of Rain, 721 IA Back in action at last!
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Session 9: Superb Owl?!
13th of Rain, 721 IA A Mission! We have a mission!
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Session 8: Grieve. Recover. Regroup. Recruit. Restart.
12th of Rain, 721 IA The wake. The search for Gwendolyn begins.
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Session 7: Uh Oh.
11th of Rain, 721 IA
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Session 6: Out of the Frying Pan
10th of Rain, 721 IA
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