Post by Gryphyx on Dec 5, 2014 13:33:41 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 500
Loot: See Individual
Session Date: 12/4/2014
GM Gryphyx
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1v7Wtvmeb_28gs-r7hQaPhWsDPHO4pPSvAmn9E_XLWgw/edit#gid=1313222201
Dorian - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Hayden - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Magnus - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Naya - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Siegfried - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Soren - 125gp + 1 Light Warhorse + Wand of Burning Hands (5) + scroll of cure moderate
Stavros - 265gp
Sven - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
A new batch of Adventurers were becoming acquainted with the plow. Truly their nose for a certain type of work is remarkable. This time, Big Duade told those who asked to stick around. A man had come by earlier asking about their 'type' and mentioning that he had some work. Duade's disdain was clear and when the man returned the reason for it was obvious.
Tarek Parn. A noble of dubious fashion sense, irritating personality, and overblown opinion of nobility in general and himself in particular. Nevertheless, he had work and he was paying well! Three days simple work for an unbelievable 20 gold pieces each! That's right, not total... EACH!!! For some reason these hooligans calling themselves adventurers were not impressed. Still, the work needed doing and if they would require more, so be it. He told a tale of an old city abandoned and of his ancestor who stayed behind to watch the family estate and record events. He wanted that ancestors notes on what transpired.
Once negotiations were done the party went their separate ways to gather information. Dock workers and sailors confirmed that everyone thought of Parn in a manner similar to the party. Yup, he's a twit. The groups doing academic research found little at first, with most all histories speaking of a mass exodus 186 years ago but little else. However, eventually one history arose. An old text written by the long dead historian and activist Flanigan Bartis. This text told of an exodus do to a civil war of mages and horrors they unleashed on the city: Demons; undead; and other abberations.
As prepared as possible and with eyes now wide open, the adventures slept for the night and set out on a ferry with the morning tide. A handful of hours travel found them beached across the Bay of Stars. Another handful and the abandoned cities' outlying farms came within site. Exploring one, strange things occurred. A tug on a cloak here, a pant leg there. Barely heard whispers asking for help... As one of the party approached a window it shattered and a flying chair struck him before tumbling to the ground. Something was agitated.
Soon, corpses rose and attacked. Sigfried was brought to tears in the opening instant of the fight, as a seated corpse's fist slammed into his groin. From across the farm more came and as they moved, those familiar with the undead felt that something was off. The way they moved was not normal for animated corpses. Regardless of how they moved, move to engage they did. The battle was swift, and other than the opening blow and a scary moment when Stavros the Cavalier was pulled from his mount, wrapped up cleanly.
With time now to consider events, those so inclined recalled that some types of ghosts are able to interact with, and even control, material objects. The party searched the farm quickly and coming up empty deemed it best to leave.
A short time later they arrived at the old Parn Manor. Some of the group circled behind while others entered the unlocked front door. There they found... humans at the dinner table? The humans rose and brandished weapons, calling out for the group to leave with haste. It was clear that these were here to loot. Any possible chance of negotiation ended with the cries of charging murder hobos.
The fighting was fierce but with the enemies trapped between two groups of adventurers, and the valiant table defense by Sven, they stood no chance. It was time to do what adventurers so love to do... loot! While some still rolled the bodies, others proceeded upstairs. They found two more bandits waiting for them, bows drawn, and at the end of a nice open hallway. As the group moved to engage a side door opened to reveal another foe. One clearly more dangerous as his club swings clobbered out at them. Still, in the end, the party was victorious and the manor was freed from bandits. Searching the place revealed little other than what the bandits had brought, and an old journal on the third floor, next to a seated corpse. A quick review showed it to indeed be the journal of Jefferson Parn.
The man's writings told a tale of horror. It confirmed the events told in the histories of Flanigan Bartris. While a vast majority of writing was in standard common, there were portions left unreadable. These sections seemed to be made of characters in the common alphabet, so it must be some sort of puzzle or cipher.
Naya made a copy of the journal for later reference.
Loot: See Individual
Session Date: 12/4/2014
GM Gryphyx
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1v7Wtvmeb_28gs-r7hQaPhWsDPHO4pPSvAmn9E_XLWgw/edit#gid=1313222201
Dorian - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Hayden - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Magnus - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Naya - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Siegfried - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
Soren - 125gp + 1 Light Warhorse + Wand of Burning Hands (5) + scroll of cure moderate
Stavros - 265gp
Sven - 210gp + 1 Light Warhorse
A new batch of Adventurers were becoming acquainted with the plow. Truly their nose for a certain type of work is remarkable. This time, Big Duade told those who asked to stick around. A man had come by earlier asking about their 'type' and mentioning that he had some work. Duade's disdain was clear and when the man returned the reason for it was obvious.
Tarek Parn. A noble of dubious fashion sense, irritating personality, and overblown opinion of nobility in general and himself in particular. Nevertheless, he had work and he was paying well! Three days simple work for an unbelievable 20 gold pieces each! That's right, not total... EACH!!! For some reason these hooligans calling themselves adventurers were not impressed. Still, the work needed doing and if they would require more, so be it. He told a tale of an old city abandoned and of his ancestor who stayed behind to watch the family estate and record events. He wanted that ancestors notes on what transpired.
Once negotiations were done the party went their separate ways to gather information. Dock workers and sailors confirmed that everyone thought of Parn in a manner similar to the party. Yup, he's a twit. The groups doing academic research found little at first, with most all histories speaking of a mass exodus 186 years ago but little else. However, eventually one history arose. An old text written by the long dead historian and activist Flanigan Bartis. This text told of an exodus do to a civil war of mages and horrors they unleashed on the city: Demons; undead; and other abberations.
As prepared as possible and with eyes now wide open, the adventures slept for the night and set out on a ferry with the morning tide. A handful of hours travel found them beached across the Bay of Stars. Another handful and the abandoned cities' outlying farms came within site. Exploring one, strange things occurred. A tug on a cloak here, a pant leg there. Barely heard whispers asking for help... As one of the party approached a window it shattered and a flying chair struck him before tumbling to the ground. Something was agitated.
Soon, corpses rose and attacked. Sigfried was brought to tears in the opening instant of the fight, as a seated corpse's fist slammed into his groin. From across the farm more came and as they moved, those familiar with the undead felt that something was off. The way they moved was not normal for animated corpses. Regardless of how they moved, move to engage they did. The battle was swift, and other than the opening blow and a scary moment when Stavros the Cavalier was pulled from his mount, wrapped up cleanly.
With time now to consider events, those so inclined recalled that some types of ghosts are able to interact with, and even control, material objects. The party searched the farm quickly and coming up empty deemed it best to leave.
A short time later they arrived at the old Parn Manor. Some of the group circled behind while others entered the unlocked front door. There they found... humans at the dinner table? The humans rose and brandished weapons, calling out for the group to leave with haste. It was clear that these were here to loot. Any possible chance of negotiation ended with the cries of charging murder hobos.
The fighting was fierce but with the enemies trapped between two groups of adventurers, and the valiant table defense by Sven, they stood no chance. It was time to do what adventurers so love to do... loot! While some still rolled the bodies, others proceeded upstairs. They found two more bandits waiting for them, bows drawn, and at the end of a nice open hallway. As the group moved to engage a side door opened to reveal another foe. One clearly more dangerous as his club swings clobbered out at them. Still, in the end, the party was victorious and the manor was freed from bandits. Searching the place revealed little other than what the bandits had brought, and an old journal on the third floor, next to a seated corpse. A quick review showed it to indeed be the journal of Jefferson Parn.
The man's writings told a tale of horror. It confirmed the events told in the histories of Flanigan Bartris. While a vast majority of writing was in standard common, there were portions left unreadable. These sections seemed to be made of characters in the common alphabet, so it must be some sort of puzzle or cipher.
Naya made a copy of the journal for later reference.