March 14-16, 2014 McCosh Hall, Room 02, Princeton University Registration starts on-site at 3 PM First runs start at 5 PM Close parking in Lot 10, much more in Lot 21 Cost: $20, or $10 with college student ID, or free for Princeton students The Simulation Games Union’s annual convention is a 46-hour marathon of tabletop roleplaying in...
PrinceCon is a 46-hour role-playing marathon held on the Princeton University campus every Spring (since 1976). The character you create on Friday afternoon stays with you throughout the weekend, growing more powerful and accumulating potent magical items as you adventure in a single world with many different talented GMs. What’s the...
Princecon is organized and run entirely by volunteers, including both Princeton alumni and long-time Princecon devotees. Are you interested in taking your participation to the next level? Consider: Leading discussions in the Google and Facebook Groups. Playing in a playtest campaign (at Princeton or elsewhere) to iron out proposed system...
Run #1: Meeting the Ghost River People
PC’s: Macan, Notin Tolkien, Rorsharch, Guildmaster Bob, Frozen Stream, Aria, and Bob (not to be confused with Guildmaster Bob)
The adventuring team meets with Magistrate Nicholai Zed, (see the attached pic: Magistrate Nicholai Zed.png) a very old elf who is known for having some prophetic abilities and for standing above the destruction of the Idyllican Valley calming everyone by playing his wood/bone/glass flute. A spirit of his flute has told him of a place to the south west in a crack in the earth where a stone sarcophagus from Sitriph lies. The people that moved it there wrote a story of their journey on the sarcophagus detailing their trip from Sitriph to their latest home. It is his hope that they can study the sarcophagus and find out how the Sitriph citizens survived the wastelands and by studying the records of their journey they can find the exact location of Sitriph. Without the location information, the Horde may not make it there on time before the wall of Shroud magic reaches them. They leave immediately.
The party encounters and talks with eight-legged squirrels and large tentacles in waterpools where they refill their water. One morning, close to dawn, they hear babies crying and after a quick scouting mission by Macan in panther form, he discovers from a distance an old religious building in serious disrepair with one baby human boy on the interior steps and possibly two more in the shadows. He also sees at least three predator beasts that look like oily horses with pointed teeth and grasping hands at the ends of their long limbs and hooves on their elbow joints. Macan leads them back to the party and the party quickly kill them. Aria picks up the baby boy on the steps and the baby starts to spit up red feathers. As the baby starts to turn itself inside out and become a bird, single named-Bob, smacks the transforming baby out of Aria’s hands. Horrified, Notin tries to burn the abomination with magic. Guildmaster Bob almost gets his eyes pecked out by the bird. Finally the other two birds attack and all three are killed. That morning, single-named Bob has bird for breakfast and finds that the birds have baby skin on the inside. It does not destroy his appetite.
Shortly before dusk under a heat-lightning filled sky the party encounters a group of six bird-headed humanoids bullying on a twelve year old naked human girl very near a huge chasm in the earth. The girl’s wrists and ankles are bound with rope and she has a sack on her head. The six humanoids have red-feathered bird heads and red feathers around their ankles. The red feathers remind the party of the birds they fought previously. They also seem to have leather loincloths and speak in a strange language.
While the lightning and thunder above hides the party’s whereabouts, they attack with surprise. Once they kill about half of the humanoids, they realize that the bird heads are masks/ helmets and that the people they are fighting are humans. The girl finds her way to one of the fallen humans and using the person’s obsidian dagger cuts her legs free. As the battle does not look like it is going well for the natives one of the spellcasters runs to the edge of the chasm and jumps! Without uttering an incantation, she begins flying away impersonating swimming movements. The girl yanks the hood off her head and Macan sees that the girl had been crying but instead of tears, blood is leaking from her eyes. As the girl also charges toward the chasm edge, Macan tells her to stop. The girl freezes in her tracks obviously recognizing the language. She says, “Must kill her!” And then leaps off the edge flying in the same way. Rorsharch starts to have a crisis of faith. He believes he has just stopped the local law enforcement from exiling a vampire and he may lose his Mavor-given powers. Macan follows along the edge as the girl and the spellcaster have an aerial battle. The naked girl finally drives the obsidian blade into the caster’s heart. The caster’s body then plummets to the chasm floor. As the last of the humans adversaries is killed, Macan returns with the girl.
The girl explains that her name is Upon A Time, and that she is (or was) a member of the Ghost River People. She was exiled for having bleeding eyes, the first signs of the Curse of the Seventh Citizen. The guards were escorting her down river and they wore the feathered masks and anklets of the red feathered Ava Birds. She laughs at the party for falling for the cries of the bird things earlier. The history of the Ghost River People is that they were originally from the city of Sitriph. When her ancestors fled persecution, they did so in a large sarcophagus to protect themselves from the wild Shroud magic present in the Wasteland. But only six citizens could fit standing in the box. A seventh citizen clung to the back of the tamed wolf that was used to pull the cart and the sarcophagus. As they travelled, the six were changed only a little but the Seventh Citizen suffered more problems and began to merge with the wolf. Even after the escapees found the Ghost River, the Seventh Citizen, now merged with the wolf, became further unstable and angry. She attacked the Ghost River People (as they were now calling themselves) and their offspring and when they finally did more than protect themselves, they delivered her a mortal blow but she would not die. They sealed her up in the original sarcophagus and hid her away. But the curse lived on. The people that she attacked and their offspring had a chance of bleeding from the eyes and eventually becoming homicidal. No one had seen the sarcophagus in about 100 years and the only one who might know where its current location would be the king. She went on to explain that there are only six variations of faces among the Ghost River People and that each person is an exact replica of one of the original six people that created this civilization. She has the face of the woman who was known as One Who Protects.
Although Guildmaster Bob, a dwarf, had some difficulty initially with the concept and related skill needed to swim/fly, everyone eventually got it. With Upon A Time disguised in one of the bird helms, she led them into the cliff-side city to request an audience with the king. It was decided that Rorsharch should be the one to formally request an audience with the king. Upon A Time told him to stand tall and not give up. Although the palace attendant put him through the ringer by first denying him and then angering him, he eventually apologized for testing him for the Curse of the Seventh Citizen. The palace attendant returned with notice that the king would give him an audience in fourteen days.
Upon being told that fourteen days was a short amount of time, they decided to go the quarters being prepared for them and possibly return in morning to insist upon a sooner audience. Magistrate Zed suggests that they sneak into his quarters and awaken him. Upon A Time used to be servant in the palace and shares her vivid living memories by puncturing the roof of her mouth and sharing her blood with the party. At about 3am, they implement their new plan to have their forced early morning audience.
Notin Tolkien, a hobbit who looks more like a short human due to his corruptions, levitates into his bedchamber window and wakes the king by casting a suggestion spell on him. “Grant me an audience” was his command. King All Fall Down reaches for a white cloth on his night table, wipes his face and agrees. Notin begs the king for the location of the sarcophagus but the king grows increasingly angrier and angrier. He accused Notin of being full of lies as he is obviously a ‘Half-man” in disguise and probably in league with the forces of Sitriph. Constantly reaching up to touch his face with the cloth, the audience escalates into a combat when the king launches himself at the now-hovering Hobbit outside his window. Notin recognizes the fury he has seen before and although the king is not bleeding from his eyes suspects that he is under the Curse of the Seventh Citizen but using a magic cloth to clean his face. Notin keeps his calm and calms the king as well. Notin tells the king that he will tell his people of his curse unless he tells him the location of the sarcophagus. All Fall Down tells him that he does not know the exact location except that it is down river. People who are under the Curse of the Seventh Citizen tend to seek it out. Until about 100 years ago, it was kept in the palace but whenever a cursed individual would seek it out it would lead the maniac to the palace where kings and queens lived. Many rulers had been murdered. One of the past rulers figured it out and had the stone box shipped away. Now when someone is found to bleed from their eyes they are exiled and escorted down river. The guards are instructed to let them go once they begin to feel the pull and move along in that direction under their own power. Notin knows they have Upon A Time and that she could probably lead them but doesn’t tell the king this.
Using Ghost River People blood magic, three wise women almost completely drain Macan to open a portal to one of his illegitimate children travelling with The Horde. Grasping vials of blood which will impart the knowledge of Long Bow creation and the Snapshot feat, the party enters the red portal and find themselves back with The Horde. Magistrate Zed and Upon A Time remain and await a new refreshed group to continue the quest for the sarcophagus of Sitriph.
Run #2: Wall of The Black Canyon
PC’s: Brock Samson, Brother Sue Cantacle, Dimo of Clan Jager, Marvin, Poppy O Rue, Thaddeus Venture
When the new party crosses through the red portal they arrive in the palace and the three wise women close the portal with great relief. They find Magistrate Zed and Upon A Time to fill them in on recent events. Poppy asks to see the flute that Magistrate Zed possesses and although he does not allow her to hold the artifact of Samedhi he does promise to will it to her when he dies. She accepts this considering it looks as if Magistrate Zed has one foot in the grave already.
Everyone sets off to swim/fly down river and only Dimo, a dwarf, has any difficulty, but he catches on. Poppy enjoys the swim immensely, feeling the ancient spirit of the river that cut the canyon all around her. They arrive in the plains of the Black Canyon as their ability to fly begins to cough and sputter. They walk across the plain following the river to a large white wall preceded by four strange towers. (see attached pic: Wall of the Black Canyon.jpg) They proceed into the carved out hole at the wall base into which the river flows. Under Upon A Time’s guidance, they eventually find their way into a long ancient chamber filled with mounds of rusty brown earth covered in vegetation thriving in the moist environment.
Suddenly, about fifteen ragged humanoids emerge from the mounds. Each one has elongated claws on the ends of their fingers, animalistic features and angry bleeding eyes. They pause when they view Upon A Time whose eyes are bleeding with this added stress but then launch themselves at the other intruders with rage and fury. Brock wrestles one victim of the Curse of the Seventh Citizen to the ground but the numbers threaten to overrun them all. Upon A Time points toward a deep pit and tells everyone she feels the pull of the sarcophagus down it. Brother Sue instructs everyone to come towards him for he has a plan. Thaddeus gets seriously injured. Magistrate Zed starts to exhale into his flute and call forth the spirits of the dead to fight off the many many enemies. With expert precision, Brother Sue, the cleric of Daglir, cuts the stone free below them so that it gently slides downward into the pit thereby reducing the fall by more than half. Poppy knocks the native girl onto the moving platform just in time. Due to the solid spirits above, only two enemies make their way onto the white stone platform with the party. When everyone lands at the bottom and Thaddeus gets knocked unconscious, Marvin casts a web over the top of the pit. They kill the two that fell with them and run towards the now-stronger pull of the sarcophagus.
They emerge in round room under the bedrock where they hear the rush of the waterfall above them. Before them is what they seek, the sarcophagus of Sitriph. And immediately Brother Sue begins construction on a wall to seal them off from the imminent rush of enemies from the room above while others begin reading the more recent stone plates attached to the top. The stone plates describe the journey from Sitriph, the history of the Ghost River People and the tragedy of The Seventh Citizen. (see the two attached images: Carved Stone Plates 1&2.jpg,Carved Stone Plates 3&4.jpg)
They examine the box and determine it is not stone but some form of hardened ceramic and that it has been affected by the Shroud and has become part of the rough-hewn grand-patterned floor. Carved clearly on the front surface are the words, “CONTAMINATED APHAR. DO NOT OPEN”. (see the attached doctored image:Sarcophagus of Sitriph.jpg) It has a series of four locks that once open at once. But Brock does not share with anyone that he can open the locks especially Upon A Time who is getting more and more impatient and angrier until she finally breaks down and sobs. Although they were not going to open it, Magistrate Zed says he can see an important key inside that they will possess.
As the scraping sounds from Brother Sue’s wall are getting louder they realize speed is of the essence. If they plan on opening the box, now is the time. Brother Sue begins by tunneling upwards toward the sound of the waterfall. And when he begins feeling dripping, Brock disengages the locks and both Brock and Dimo lift up the heavy lid.
Poppy and Upon A Time look in and see the desiccated naked human form of a woman clinging to the back of a wolf pelt. The woman has a healed exit wound in the center of her back. Suddenly the single creature springs up onto its hind legs and stands in the sarcophagus. There is human skin forming an “x” on the wolf’s chest where the woman’s arms have been absorbed into the wolf with an entry wound of a spear is at its center. The woman’s face is a smear on the creatures back but one eye is bright and blue and begins to dart around. She is wrapped in a loose rope. As Poppy tries to speak to the combined woman/wolf, The Seventh Citizen swiped at her with a pair of claws calling her a dirty Half-man from her wolf mouth. Dimo and Brock drop the lid behind the sarcophagus as Poppy falls back. Soon members of the party start blaming Poppy for being bad. She looks at them incredulously. Upon A Time, bleeding from the eyes, steps back muttering that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. The other cursed people on the other side of the wall start going bezerk and start howling. The Seventh Citizen tells Upon A Time she can go. She refuses and joins in the attack set off by Dimo and Brock but every blow is healing slowly. So as water trickles in with increasing speed, Marvin who is up in the hole with Brother Sue starts lighting flasks of flaming oil to drop onto their adversary. Dimo sees a Dwarven key on chain partially absorbed into the neck skin of the joined creature but can’t get rip it off. Thaddeus sees one spell thrown by Poppy get obliterated before it even reaches the wolf as the wolf’s mosaic amulet hums. Nickolai Zed summons up more warrior spirits who start to guard the breaking wall as Thaddeus hurls spells into the newly formed holes. Two other warriors lift the sarcophagus lid.
Water starts pouring down from the hole above as the human cleric of Daglir, Brother Sue breaks into the water pool. Brock opens The Sevenths Citizen’s side and reveals her internal organs but she does not die. With direction from one of the spirits, Brock plunges the silver ‘moon metal’ dagger into the beast’s heart and she falls slumped over the sarcophagus edge finally dead after so long. Dimo yanks off the Dwarven key and others pull other items off her still form.
The party goes up the hole helping each other along the way but Magistrate Zed wants to be last. He chooses to stay with his spirit warriors and when they call down to him he gets into the sarcophagus and says he will not be joining them. He tells them to leave and then look in Poppy’s pack for a letter that will explain everything. Before swim flying up river to the Ghost River People they read the Magistrate’s letter. The letter along with a sealed glass bottle confesses that he was the one who set about the events that destroyed the Idyllican Valley! (see the attached image: Magistrate Zed’s Letter of Confession.jpg)
A young girl with large lidless eyes asks the group to quiet a noisy talkative man in the cart travelling next to hers. And it smells also. They enter the cart and the smell is near unbearable and the sight of this man is grotesque. His corruptions are numerable. His eyes in his sockets are rotted and black but he has a crop of new eyes sprouting on his neck. His skin is green and leathery with some of his overgrown bones protruding from it. He has small legs sprouting from medium legs growing from long monstrous legs. His mouth is frozen open but he has a second smaller mouth inside the original that he may speak with. And it is those words that exemplify his madness. Gergely is his name although no one ever asked for it. (To see Gergely see the attached image: Gergely.jpg) He claims to have visions of other areas in the Wastelands, in all times but he is sometimes unsure when they have or will occur. He described a place that they could get to by following the last rays of the setting sun. That hole under the white square that holds a mirror that shows what once was, that could be again. He calls it the Mirror of Baylis and it is in the still lake in the cave. They ask him how he could have gotten so corrupted. He claims to have travelled far and wide with his visions and that may be the reason. But he admitted to have never been lucky.
Virlinth, a very young elf a little over one year old, uses his magic to tap into the mind of Gergely to get images. Virlinth and Gergeley sees the place the party is supposed to go and suddenly the horribly corrupted man knows his time is up. His very existence unravels before their eyes and he is gone. Since Virlinth was connected to his mind when he was unmade by the sheer mass of corruptions, he asks which god claimed his soul since Gergely was a devout worshipper of the Quartet (Pantheist). No one claimed him because his soul unraveled as well. This unsettled the entire party. They exit the cart and tell the girl that he will no longer disturb her sleep. She thanks them.
The party leaves The Horde as the sun goes down and after about an hour they find themselves in an area strewn with large piles of rubble. They find the large white square seen in the visions shared between Gergeley and Virlinth and pull it up. They descend into the damp darkness. They follow the passage and fight a few monstrous silverfish of varying sizes but the adversaries do not prove to be any major concern. Down one of the dead end passages they discover a place to fill up bowls with water but it seems like it has not been used in many many years. Inscribed in stone above small platform is an eight pointed crown and the words “Gold in Peace, Iron in War.”
Behind a large locked door, they discover what used to an amphitheater now filled with water. They have entered at the top of the theater and across the still pool they see a mirror frame with one golden rod placed within a holder on the left and another empty holder on the right.
Suddenly splashing puts the party on alarm as one very large koi begins speaking to them. Another one also joins the conversation. In their story they tell of a time when they were once human and were part of the elite royal guard of Sitriph. The brother & sister pair was charged with the safety of the Baylis family, the last non-hobbit rulers of Sitriph. Before the Army of Salvation took over rulership of the city, the Baylis family was intent on sending missions into the Wastelands to open communication with the separated havens of survivors. To make sure those that went on those missions could return to their original form despite the corrupting forces of the Wastelands, they developed a special tool that would turn back the hands of time. If a person connected the two rods of Baylis to the empty frame a mirror would appear and show the person the image of what they looked like exactly one year ago. If they so chose, they could switch places and accept their younger form and when their older form looked out from the mirror they could remove the rods and banish the older form forever. This would allow someone who was corrupted to return to their original uncorrupted body as long as they were not affected for more than a year.
However, the Mirror of Baylis was never tested because the coupe led by the Army of Salvation occurred and although General Teodore Valiff was able to capture the Iron Rod of Baylis, the frame and the golden rod was whisked away to the safe house by the two sibling elite guard. Although the party failed to ask again, their names were Knight Nealeo and Dame Annette Kyukaku.
The pair never knew what happened to the Baylises. They suspect the king and queen were captured and possibly executed but the young princess named Threnody Baylis had a craftiness and life about her. She would have put up quite a fight.
When they arrived at the safe house, they lived in the amphitheater intent on waiting until the right people should claim the mirror frame and rod. They waited for over a century and a half. The amphitheater flooded and due to their corruptions they slowly adapted to fit their new environment unintentionally, they took on the form of the pair of large blind cave fish. When asked how The Shroud threads had changed them into fish they replied with, “We’re lucky, I guess.” McCormik said they knew someone who viewed himself as unlucky referring to the horribly corrupted man that sent them on the mission.
They offered the party the mirror and as the party was ready to leave they asked them if they needed other items for their mission back to Sitriph. The pair of fish offered them the items they could no longer wear like their boots, glass armor and a cloak.
The party said goodbye to the elite guard and headed back to The Horde with some hope of reversing the corruptions in their hands.
Princess Threnody Baylis escaped and went into hiding for about 20 years with the early members of the resistance. When she was finally able to escape the city she and six others left in a ceramic vessel usually used to dispose of corrupted Aphar. They called it a sarcophagus and she renamed herself One Who Protects. She and the others became the first of the Ghost River People. See information contained in Run #2.
Run #4: General Electric
PC’s: Brother Sue Cantacle, Dimo of Clan Jager, Hildegard Finelli, Iggy, Knob, Naylor, Rhopinu, Winters Wisper
The party is on an advanced scouting mission and is camped for the evening, by all estimates, about two days east of the City of Sitriph. Near to dawn, a limping Hobbit enters their camp. He explains his name is Ogadai and that due to his imperfection, he was not allowed in the Army of Salvation. So he joined the city’s resistance group nicknamed the Phoenix. He drew a map of Sitriph in the dust and they formulated a plan. With help of Dimo’s Dwarven Master Key, they would enter the city via the long lost secret passage in the Southern Wall and eventually find Rich Fellstaff, a merchant man is also secretly part of the Phoenix. After loudly rousing everyone to get moving, Ogadai moves back into the wildness and teleports back to Sitriph.
The party arrives in the purple swamps to the south and makes their way to the secret passage in the dwarven made wall. They emerge in the neighborhood of Shutterland which is a large illegal market. They make contact with Rich Fellstaff who lives close to the Aphar Mill and is aware that the place that transmits the power to the Aphar Golems is hidden in the building. He agrees to help them on the condition that the Phoenix resistance and the members’ families will be allowed to enter the Fortress of Sitriph before The Shroud descends. The party agrees to these conditions and leaves the mirror frame and golden rod of Baylis in the merchant’s possession.
The party plans their assault as a group of Golems move the large ceramic ‘sarcophagi’ out of the building for disposal. Brother Sue uses his abilities to remove the lock in the metal doors and the party enters. Naylor and Dimo rush in to deliver a serious beating on a Hobbit who has exited his crude golem to handle some paperwork. Knob gets into the golem and tries to fit in with the other workers. As the party begins to see the sheer numbers of adversaries, the city alarm starts to scream. Other members of The Horde have set off the alarms elsewhere in the city and the majority of the Aphar muscle leaves to attend to the disturbance. That was certainly lucky.
Iggy and others notice a panicked Hobbit run to blank spot on the wall and enter a secret doorway that closes behind him when he enters. The party runs underneath the dead bodies on hooks being prepared to be changed into Aphar and make it to the area they saw the nervous Hobbit disappear. Brother Sue casts another spell and gains the ability to mold stone and carves open the door to allow everyone through. The party descends down a long staircase and emerges into a strange room.
An eight foot diameter orb floats in the center with seven rotating pendulums swinging throughout the room touching key points within the room. The ceramic sphere is pulsating with electricity and delivering that energy to the walls where it is absorbed and theoretically delivered through the earth to the Golems throughout the city and beyond.
Naylor and Dimo go about destroying the pendulum arms of the strange device. Hildegard goes head to head with some medium golems and gets targeted by an automatic javelin launching backpack from another. Iggy targets the running nervous Hobbit. Knob casts hold person on the lower half pilots of huge golems so that the entire golem gets knocked over by the swinging arms. Rhopinu summons a gryphon to attack the golems. Everyone participates to disable the device or fend off the golems.
The energy demand is greater with the assault from The Horde’s forces throughout the city. The remaining arms start spinning faster and the orb’s energies pulsate in a quicker pattern but without a way for it to dissipate, the orb explodes and pieces embed themselves in the walls, floors and ceiling. Everywhere, golems fall dormant. Soldiers of the Army of Salvation try to claw their ways out of their clay prisons.
From within the shattering power orb, a small blackened ribcage and skull fall to the floor. Encased within the ribcage is a blue beating heart. With each beat, bolts of electricity illuminate the ghostlike humanoid form of a Hobbit holding what appears to be a lightning rod.
Full of hate and rage, the Hobbit points his iron rod at the members of The Horde and labels them as ‘Abominations!’ With a simple statement, Brother Sue says it is The General.
General Theodore Valiff, raises the rod in the air and shouts “Iron in war!” releasing a storm of broken glass, catching both abominations and imprisoners in his malicious spell. Anyone who gets too close to the general’s form is electrocuted. But as the party surrounds him, they smash his bones, and pierce his heart, forever putting the hate-filled creature to rest. The blue light in his eye socket goes out and his heart finally stops beating. No one chooses to consume the heart, although Dimo considers it for an instance. They pick up the Iron Rod of Baylis and make their way up the stairs.
When the party emerges above ground again, the city is in chaos and they can see The Shroud consuming the Eastern Bridge. They collect the Fellstaff family with the mirror and Golden Rod of Baylis. Then they run to the Fortress of Sitriph that is being fortified by other members of The Horde and close the doors just in time as The Shroud passes over.
The last time the Dwarven Master Key was used was when the seven people escaped the city to eventually become the Ghost River people. One of those people was Threnody Baylis, the last non-hobbit ruler of Sitriph. She would later abandon her name and become One Who Protects.
The story of General Theodore Valiff:
An excerpt from the stone carvings on the Sarcophagus of Sitriph reads ‘The Army of Sitriph used to be composed of all kinds and races and their greatest hero was the Half-a-man, ‘General Teodore Valiff’. Early in his military career, his family was murdered by creatures from The Wastelands. Later, he preached the eradication of all those who were Shroud-touched. He even led raiding parties into the wastelands to destroy the vile creatures where they lived. Since he led so many excursions, he was the first to become enshrouded. When his symptoms became apparent, he was overcome by his own army and destroyed for they felt his mission was just and noble mission. And so that their excursions could continue, the Aphar was made. Aphar could shield only the Half-a-men in the army. Since the Aphar made the Half-a-men so strong, soon the entire army was made up of only Half-a-men. All other kinds were distrusted and treated as low.’
But the truth is this…
When the General’s eyes started glowing blue and crackling with a strange energy they did not simply kill the corrupted general, they imprisoned him and removed him from duty. Those working on the Aphar clay realized that this electrical energy could be used to control the clay and offer a way to power the Clay Golems. And although he was going mad with pain they could use his new found power to bring about his ideals, the eradication of enshrouded creatures. And as long as the Hobbit warriors were covered in Aphar clay, they would remain protected from the fate that befell General Valiff.
When the necromantic ceramic ball at the room’s center is finally opened they will find that it was keeping the General alive for these centuries. Inside they will find a being of immense energy. He will look simply like a blackened skull and rib cage surrounding a beating blue heart. With each beat, a crackle of electricity will travel down the ghostly image of his veins and one will be able to see his Hobbit form in those instances. Once the ball is shattered, the general is doomed. He cannot survive much longer. He is aware of this and will attack both the Horde and the hobbits that have kept him imprisoned for all these years.
Now this is cool…For insight into the choices for the symbols such as the eight pointed crown, the Resistance being called the Phoenix and the saying “Gold in Peace, Iron in War” see the attached link… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
The new world is at peace. The credits have rolled. We fade to black.
The sun dawns over the horizon onto a lush field of wildflowers. A light breeze blows slightly and causes the wild colors of the flowers to dance. A long twisted ceramic box juts from the earth at an odd angle. It is laced profusely with white threads. A large black tree protrudes from one side of the box and odd plants sprout from its surface as if stone is as good a medium as earth.
All is calm. The wind stirs lazily on the spring morning. Suddenly a faint sound can be heard coming from within the box. It grows steadily louder until its eerie song can be recognized as flute music.
The music seems to coalesce into the spirit forms of two warriors. Each ghost bears the mark of two mountains with a key between them, the symbol of the Idyllican Valley. The primordial energies of the field seem to latch onto the spirits and flesh seems to form about the lost souls. One warrior is clothed in the flesh of a great bear possessing long claws. The other man is transformed into a large black bull with long pointed horns. Using claw and horn, they pry the lid off easily. The original locking mechanisms had turned to ash under the influence of the wild magic of The Shroud.
A young elf sits up slowly and the two creatures help him stand. His wrinkles were washed away along with the old dead world. He blinks at the light of the new dawn and sets the odd flute to his lips once again. Through the wood, bone, and glass of his flute a soft melody rises as he exhales into the mouthpiece next to the image of the golden bough, the symbol of Samedhi. More spirits emerge, such as a young dwarven child, a hobbit beggar, a human blacksmith, an elven wizard woman and too many more to count. They were the ones caught in the collapse of the Idyllican Valley. As each emerges their spirits are wrapped in flesh of one kind or another. They wore bodies of uncorrupted animals such as snakes, birds, and insects, and other stranger things. Those odd ones were legendary things described as living more than a thousand years before even the Age of Wonder. They all wore their new bodies like a favorite set of clothes.
They gathered in the emerging dawn light and in the shadow of the single twisted tree and talked with each other until they saw the radiant elf standing alone on the sarcophagus. They all quieted and Magistrate Nicholai Zed spoke. His young voice was strong and powerful yet oddly melodious as he spoke to the menagerie assembled before him.
“Thank you all for bearing with me. First let me say you are all look…wondrous. We have all seen our share of destruction and death and for that I must apologize. But the time for destruction is over. We are all reborn to go forth into this virgin land and shape it into a true paradise. Let the gods see they have spared us for a grand purpose. Come here to this stone ‘ship’ of salvation. Let us all embrace as brothers and sisters. Let us all hear each others’ voices, for this is not my world nor is it yours. It is ours. Let this box be our council table and this tree be our roof, for this is a dawn of the greatest age yet.”
The talk began. The voice of the mole was no less heard than that of the elephant or the even the fiery drake. The sun grew high and then started to descend in the sky and none of them hungered. The elf added his voice and they all listened. With their discussions nearly over, the sun set over the first council in the reborn world. Their silhouettes mingled and moved in front of the red glow over the western horizon.
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In the long time gone before times, a great and terrible empire rose up that cast all under its shadow. Those that were deemed unworthy by the rulers of the empire were hunted and ruthlessly exterminated. Just as the final dominion of the empire was assured, a desperate band of mystics, shamans, clerics, wizards, magi and scientists gathered together and called forth a power from the beginning of the world, a force to change the world and reshape the darkness into a place where people could start fresh, a new world free of the rules of the empire.
Whether they did not understand what they unleashed, if something went wrong, or if the empire found them as they completed their work, we will never know, for what came next was the Night of No Stars. It is impossible to say how long this lasted, some say one night, some say forty, all that is certain is that afterwards the world was changed beyond recognition and nothing and no place was safe.
Since the time of our grandfather’s grandfathers we sheltered in Idyllican Valley, trusting in the Laws of Salvation to protect us from the terrors of the wastelands. We learned to deal with each other, to celebrate the differences between human, dwarf, elf and hobbit, bound together in survival. But then disaster came upon us and we were driven forth. More than forty thousand people lived in the Valley, but when the mountains erupted in fire, we were decimated and only a remnant of a remnant escaped alive. Four thousand refugees left our home, wandering in the wastelands chasing the dream of safety to the west.
Many died of starvation, many more from the monsters we met in our travels. Our heroes, the strong, the wise and the clever, led us in fighting off the terrible creatures sent by Sitriph, helping us learn to accept the horrific changes we endured as the magic of the wastes washed through us. Some found ancient temples of knowledge to give us understanding; others found strange allies that once we would have feared.
We thought we had reached our final end when the Shroud Wall, that enigmatic white mist that had come over the land during the Night of No Stars, was about to sweep us before it as we huddled in the enigmatic structure of the ancients. Most of our heroes were away breaking the power of the villainous Army of Salvation and clearing the sanctuary of Sitriph for us, but we could not reach those walls we had struggled so to find.
But at the last moment, the strange machines were deciphered and we were able to be magically transported into the catacombs of Sitriph! Even as the Shroud fell over us, our heroes put forth an ultimate effort, several of them falling as they did so, to reinforce the walls and keep us safe. Almost half of the refugees had died on the march, but between the survivors, the allies that joined us, and a collection of animals saved by the Gaians, we packed Sitriph to the very brim.
And well for us all that we did so, for when the Shroud had passed on, all that had been was gone. The world was clean and new, our walls had turned into mountains surrounding us like a mothers arms, what was once endless sea now plains and forests ready to be repopulated. It may be that some others survived in other shelters; we must reach out and find a way for us to shape this fresh world into the world we wish our children to live in.Read More
First, Backstory: About a thousand years ago (long after the Night of No Stars, long before the invention of Aphar Clay) a largish group of refugees got booted out of Sitriph for being dissidents. (This was during the germination of the oppressive society encountered in the Con.) The dissidents had some clue that large groups of people could withstand the corruption of the Shroud remnants contaminating the wilderness, and they developed a fairly horrifying practice of human sacrifice to amplify and exploit this effect — imbuing the essence of humanity into the walls around them, through the blood of the sacrifices. It worked, but not well enough; one way or another each of their refuges failed and they would pack up and try to find a better location, each time going farther from Sitriph and heading for the legendary Shroud-free haven of Idyllicon Valley.
Along their way they discovered, but were refused entrance to, the Great Temple of Knowledge that had been built in the earliest years after the Night Of No Stars, by clerics who wielded the burgeoning powers of the new Gods but still had access to the secrets of the old world as well. The Great Temple had been founded in the certainty that the Shroud would come again and all possible knowledge must be preserved against that dire day.
The Refugees (sometimes styled the Refugees of Blood) lost knowledge and numbers both in their string of forced migrations, and ultimately only a tiny remnant made the trek from their final refuge to Idyllicon (some records indicate only one Shroud-wracked individual.) The guards turned them away and the Refugees met their final doom in the wilderness.
Run 1: “Not a Ruin”
Premise was very simple – outriders scouting for the Horde spot a building that hasn’t been eroded to nothing, so maybe it has stuff. A looting^H^H^H^H^H^H^H foraging party is sent. They find a fairly complete walled keep, and also discover an out-wall suggesting that the keep had kept a couple of square miles under cultivation in its heyday. Attempting to enter, they are briefly delayed by the trapdoor grizzly bear that had set up shop in front of the entrance. Scrutinizing the structure, the detect a residue of some kind of unwholesome magic in the mortar, and come to the conclusion that it was made with blood. Skeletal remains of an apparent suicide — he had to dive headfirst down the narrow clear shaft at the core of the spiral stair — turn up in one of the corner towers, but nothing of interest otherwise. At the Great Hall, on the other hand, several mummified corpses are found, with an interesting variety of deathwounds. Further investigation is delayed when the mummies animate and attack the party. The mummies are eventually overcome; the party is horrified at the speed of progression of the variant mummy rot they inflict, but mollified when they discover that any kind of magical healing stops it in its tracks. Scraps of a journal are found and provide some clarification despite extensive smudging (the journal-writer knocked his ink bottle over onto it in his death-throes). The players can read enough to infer the basics: human sacrifice as a way to fend off Shroud-corruption, dwindling numbers, a grim certainty of encroaching doom. The last entry in the journal ends with “The burrowers beneath are …..”
Exploring the rest of the keep, the party resists the enticements of the ghost haunting the favored chambermaid’s bedroom (she projects a very alluring illusion to try to coax someone into her bed, but luckily for the party her haunting binds her to the bed and she can’t actually harm anyone she can’t reach). A large and detailed map is found in one of the master bedrooms and brought back to Hireling Hall. The party scouts the basements, notes that the mysterious “burrowers beneath” (who can drill through solid rock) seem to be returning now that there’s life in the keep again, and delay them by burning most of the combustibles left in the basement while making their own getaway. One of the items brought back restored knowledge of 4th-level Prayers to PCs.
Run 2: Shadows of Princecon Past
With all the clay running around I couldn’t resist throwing in a shout-out to Princecon 33: Ghost and Clay. Specifically, Terra Cotta Warriors. The next-oldest refuge of the Refugees had been built with the bright idea of intensifying the protective “humanity” of the walls by making them look like humans; hence, the warriors made of fired clay, made to guard the walls. Unfortunately, the ritual of creating the warriors was too close to the (not-yet-discovered) Sitriph ritual for creating Aphar Clay, which *attracts* Shroud thread instead of repelling it. The clay statues became suffused with Shroud Thread, which animated them — and the ghosts of the people sacrificed to make them filled their nascent minds with horror. One night the guardian statues climbed down from the wall and started slaughtering the Refugees, who fled with scarcely more than the nightshirts on their backs. Once the murderers had been punished, the Terra Cotta warriors had a couple of centuries to calm down and get over their PTSD before the Players encountered them.
The party en route to the next refuge didn’t know any of this, of course. They did have an edifying encounter with a long-range patrol from Sitriph, a pair of two-pilot golems. (I treasure the look on Tim DeCapio’s face when his Gaia cleric used Lifesense to find out whether these odd monsters were alive or constructs and learned that each of them was alive twice.) After the golems were broken the pilots resisted too vigorously to be taken alive, except for the one who had succumbed to a Sleep spell while the golem was still functional. Interrogation of the pilot revealed some useful information about the Army of Salvation, Aphar Clay and the nature of its protection in the wilderness, but ultimately the pilot’s fanaticism and extremism grew so frustrating that the party put him out of their misery. (In fairness, it could be said this summary execution was what the prisoner wanted — he tried to commit suicide twice during the interrogation.)
The party proceeded to the keep marked on their map and discovered one much like the first-run keep, but obviously in better repair. In fact, they saw, it was obviously being repaired, with stone and metalwork of recent vintage patching decayed portions of the ancient structure. They also discovered that somebody inside was volleying arrows at anyone who came too close. Party withdrew to a dell out of LOS from the keep to rest for the night and plan. Winter’s Whisper, hobbit Gaia cleric, decided to make a lone scouting attempt to see if the cover of darkness would make it possible to approach the keep. He narrowly avoided being captured by a thrown net and hightailed it back to the campsite.
Shortly thereafter, the party discovered themselves surrounded by Terra Cotta Warriors with drawn bows, who had come up silently enough that no one noticed them until they broke the 60′ range limit of Darkvision. The party begged to talk with them, rather than fighting or trying to escape. This sufficiently intrigued the TCW that their leader got out a slate and a piece of chalk. (The TCW cannot speak–their faces are immobile carvings–and routinely communicate in writing.) In the ensuing conversation the TCW learned that the PCs were not descended from the Refugees (whom the TCW still hated) but instead from the people who turned the last Refugees away to die in the wilderness, which earned them a claim to at least minimal hospitality. (“YOU ARE WELCOME TO REST IN SAFETY WITHIN OUR WALLS. WE CANNOT OFFER YOU FOOD. WE DO NOT EAT.”) Subsequent negotiations provided the PCs with some useful items, the restoration of the Piety and Paladin feats, and some Terra Cotta Warriors accompanying them back to the Horde to teach the arts of steelworking and longbow manufacture (it turned out that these lost arts, however, had already been rediscovered by an earlier-returning party).
Run 3: Great Temple of Knowledge
The existence and location of the Great Temple were learned from contact with the Terra Cotta Warriors. An expedition went to see if they could loot^H^H^H^H retrieve the knowledge therein. Clever use of Gaia powers allowed the party to avoid all Army of Salvation patrols (the Great Temple is uncomfortably close to Sitriph) and make a quick approach to the Temple. Detect Traps revealed that the four pillars in front of the entrance would do Something Bad to anyone trying to force the door. After puzzling over the door for a while the party simply explained their plight and the need for knowledge, and the door opened. The party entered the antechamber within and were closely scrutinized by an entity who appeared to be an animated metal statue wearing a white cloak. They were then waved down a corridor which was filled with darkness impenetrable even to Gaia cleric Alist’s Continual Light devices. They emerged, after a time, to find that they were in a small chamber with a door at the end, and that the darkness behind them had become a solid barrier, forbidding return. Having little choice, they found themselves in a pitched battle between an attacking force of warriors in black coats and helmets, wielding powerful if strange weapons, and a defending force of civilians with improvised weapons behind an improvised barricade. Since the black-coats immediately attacked the PCs for being “subhumans” the party decided to throw in with the defenders. They learned that the defenders were led by Michael Theogenes, a human prophet of the Gods that had emerged since the descent of the Shroud had destroyed the evil Empire that was in the process of conquering the world. Michael and his volunteers were defending the last unblocked approach to a refuge that would be able to resist the encroaching Shroud (much reduced by the work it had already done), and they needed to hold off this remnant of the Empire’s armies long enough for the refuge to be sealed well enough to withstand the last surviving war machines.
The PCs enthusiastically committed their resources to the defense, in the process labeling the Empire’s hand weapons Great Unknown Noisemakers (G.U.N.s) and coming up with another phrase, which I sadly didn’t note, that gave the oncoming war machines the acronym T.A.N.K. The heroic sacrifice of Tristan Draelig, flinging himself atop Michael as four grenades exploded around them, saved Michael’s life; and the interposition of a Wall of Force at just the right moment caused the charging Imperials to be shattered by their own artillery. After the air elemental got into the last tank it was a matter of mopping up. As Michael expressed his gratitude the party saw the world around them fading and becoming translucent. They found themselves within a great hall of the Temple of Knowledge, filled with bookshelves and display cases — and still talking to Michael Theogenes, now manifesting as a translucent image of an ancient white-haired man. He confirmed that they had really been in the past, and had met and talked to him there, in consequence of which he knew that the Shroud would come again and destroy even that which had survived before. He had led the worshipers of the new Gods before they separated into individual churches, founded the Great Temple, and after dying at an advanced age was permitted by the Gods to linger as a spirit-guardian of the Temple. He pointed the party to the most immediately useful items and offered them help for securing Sitriph against the Shroud. He also promised that the Temple could ride out the Second Shroud but its capacity was severely limited.
Run 4: Relief Expedition
The party raced ahead of the Horde to the Temple of Knowledge, where they were provided with a self-propelled amphibious vehicle carrying 30 Ectoplasm Generators, devices that turned the Shroud’s own power against itself to create a barrier against its approach. They would not be enough to secure an enclave of useful size but could extend the walls that other parties hoped to form around Sitriph Fortress using Aphar Clay. After some discussion the party decided to use their vehicle’s amphibious capability not just to circumvent Army of Salvation patrols and checkpoints, but to cross the bay to Sitriph Fortress itself and mount an amphibious assault. Message via Stone and Message via Trees were used to alert the other expedition, aiming to rouse the disaffected population of Sitriph into an attack on the Fortress, about the timing of their attack.
A magical item in the party’s possession allowed them to conjure a ramp which allowed their vehicle to climb from the bay directly onto the first terrace of the Fortress. Furious combat ensued in which the party attacked with overwhelming force whenever possible. They were preparing for a potentially deadly confrontation with enemies who had concentrated multiple three-pilot Golems, backed up by infantry, spellcasters, and archer/snipers armed with Arrows of Human Slaying and Arrows of Dwarf Slaying, when the party in the “General Electric” expedition removed the power source from the Aphar Golems. At this point, resistance effectively ended for this party — while the other parties storming the Fortress had to deal with forted-up die-hards, the Army members who had seen that nothing short of a Golem could even slow down this deadly war machine were completely demoralized and either fled or surrendered. The party quickly pressed the surrendered into helping with cargo hauling as they deployed the Ectoplasm Generators around the north side of the island and then started hauling deactivated golems to continue the Aphar Clay wall. Cargo hauling was greatly facilitated when the mages spent most of their points conjuring Temporary Bags of Holding and set up bucket-brigades to collect golems in the interior (as well as the 5-ton blocks someone was teleporting in from somewhere.) (Reference note: 10 hobbits equipped with one Temp Bag of Holding apiece and one large cutting tool can collect 5 tons of clay in less than 5 melee rounds.) Although many others contributed to clay-hauling and wall-building, the efforts of the Relief Expedition were a vital part of the whole.
The Aphar Clay grew into mountains while the Shroud encompassed the world. The arc of Ectoplasm Generators to the north is the reason your new valley home opens out to fertile plains on that side. (With no more Shroud threads to spin into Ectoplasm, the Generators themselves are useless though intriguingly complicated devices.) The Temple of Knowledge rode out the new Shroud as well, protecting a population of a few dozen Terra Cotta Warriors and some actual organic NPCs; its libraries and supernatural instructors are at the disposal of all who seek to rebuild a better world.
Temple of Spirits
NPC who leads the group to the temple: Coughlan, an elf perhaps 9.99 out of 10 years old, yet obsessed with the variety of ways by which he could die (other than the obvious).
Outer Inscription: “May the spirits of our dead protect us from the wasteland”
Interior: a magical gate transports the PCs into the temple, and when they arrive their souls are occupying new bodies. Over the course of traversing a number of rooms, most of them died. They determined that so long as one PC made it through the room, the rest would re-join them in the next room, their souls occupying new bodies (sometimes including the original bodies of other members of their group).
- Elementals: “The elements power our quest to resist the wasteland”
- Downtrodden: “The wasteland has trodden us down over our hundred years journey”
- Killed: “Who will avenge our deaths, one by one, as we succumb to this wasted land?”
- Evil: “We ask what evil wrought this waste, though we’re told it was created to fight evil”
- Wronged by PCs: “How many innocents have we wronged, innocents whose only crime was to be shrouded”
Final Room: “See now, the knowledge we have collected here. Pray it will keep us safe.”
Holds an alter containing the Tome of Samedhi, and a place for something the size of a wand or flute, but presently empty (see Magistrate Nikolai Zed in Steven’s scenario).
- With the help of the spirits, the Dodge and Sixth Sense feats were recovered
- The PCs were so paranoid from their time in the Wasteland that at one point Thaddeus cast Sleep on Brother Sue, Poppy attempted to cast Sterilize on Brother Sue, Alaimir tried to stop Poppy from casting on Brother Sue, and “Team Shut The F*** Up And Let Me Sleep” attempted to stop Alaimir. These were all PCs, mind you.
- One of the PCs actually opened the Tome of Samedhi, instantly converting her from a Cleric of Aru to the High Priestess of Samedhi.
- This was the run where the GM killed 15 out of 7 players, including 5 at a time with a Mass Finger of Death from a Lich in the “Evil” room.
Temple of Thieves
NPC who leads the group to the temple: Klyptin, a hobbit who holds his cards close to his chest and seems constantly worried that “competitors” will get to the temple first. The PCs twice detected Locate prayers targeting him, and noticed that there seemed to be more and more zombies on the scene the closer they got to the temple. While at first it seemed like Klyptin’s paranoia was justified, the group ultimately became suspicious of him, especially when he cheerfully abandoned them mere hours from arriving at the temple. They were, however, able to locate the entrance without him, and headed into the temple moments before the mass of zombies reached it.
Outer Inscription: “May the treasures of our peoples attract a guardian to protect us from the wasteland”
Interior: Full of traps. After passing each trap, a magic item with the appropriate defense was found in the next room. (Leading the players to ask what would have happened if they traversed the temple in reverse…)
- Spear trap triggered by breaking a beam of light: “The wasteland stabs our hearts, leaving us cold”
- Pit trap spanned by a Hallucination of a rope bridge: “Our lives are but a drop in the bucket of the wasteland”
- Poisoned darts triggered by pressure panels in the floor: “Once the wasteland is in our veins, it burns us from inside”
- Size Change (x16) trap in a narrow corridor: “The evil in this world grows, until we can no longer bear it. What will cleanse us?”
- Water-filling room trap: “The shroud washed over this land. Perhaps it could wash us clean.”
Final Room: “See now, the treasures we have collected here. Come now, accept them, and keep us safe.”
Holds an altar containing the Tome of Sitriph, a magical book detailing the rulers of Sitriph from the founding to the present moment. It shows the Baylis dynasty ruling from the founding without change until about 250 years ago, whereupon the names change to be more Hobbit-like and no longer maintain any connection to House Baylis (the PCs would later discover part of the justification for the Army of Salvation ruling Sitriph was that they claimed to be an obscure branch of House Baylis).
- The Sleight of Hand skill was recovered
- Early on, one of the PCs was overheard saying “Always kill the guide.” Later they were heard to regret not taking this advice.
- The PCs discovered Klyptin’s drowned body partway through, and took the small book he was always consulting and scribbling in. Upon discovering it had deeply religious overtones, the Aru cleric (a different one this time) opened it and instantly converted to become the High Priest of Ratri. However, after the way the rest of the run played out (particularly regarding disposition of magic items), the players agreed not to release Ratri to the rest of the host.
Temple of Fighters
NPC who leads the group to the temple: Sharpe, a dwarf who does things like practice flying by jumping out of trees in plate armor and attempt to grow a bigger beard by eating everyone else’s rations. (In other words, completely nuts.)
Outer Inscription: “May centering our souls purify us against this shrouded land”
The temple itself, once they get past the fact that Sharpe can’t read his own writing to find the way back to it, proves to be largely ruined. Of four original buildings, only one survives, and that one is the Hall of Heroes.
Interior: A different heroic tests awaits in each room. Each room has a sparring ring in which four heroes materialize and attack the PCs, and can only be defeated in some way particular to that room.
- Quickdraw: “When the weapon at hand does not pierce our enemy, we find one that does” (the adversaries discard their weapons at the end of every round, and cannot be wounded by the same weapon twice)
- Blind Fighting: “We strike even though we cannot perceive our enemy” (the room is in a clerical darkness)
- Toughness: “Though we are constantly within the grip of our enemy, we must press on” (everyone in the room takes two points of damage each round until the adversaries are defeated)
- Critical Hit: “We must strike at the heart of our enemy” (the adversaries are only killed by a Critical Hit, Called Shot, or Sneak Attack)
- Multistrike: “We must not just strike our enemy, but those who support him” (the adversaries pair up and attack the clerics and mages, and are only killed if you do enough damage to a pair to kill them both)
- Dodge: “We must avoid our enemy long enough to prepare a great counterstrike” (each adversary is defeated if he goes 5 rounds without harming a PC)
Final Room: A cavernous room with an alter holding the Tome of Heroes, describing a time whereupon a mighty and evil empire swept aside all resistance, and a brave group of unlikely heroes joined forces to cast a great magic to purify the land.
- The Multistrike and Deadly Attack feats were recovered
- By the end there were three different PCs at negative Hit Points (including the only Cleric). One of the other PCs managed to stabilize every one of them on her first try, despite having a Heal skill bonus of at best, two.
- The final Dodge room was looking to be pretty grim for the remaining PCs, until the not-very-clever adversaries got stuck fighting the two PCs who were both Immune to Normal Weapons.
Background on the Temples
Many hundreds of years ago, a large group left Sitriph, setting out for “Idyllican, the Legendary Fortress of the East.” However, instead of pressing on through the wasteland until they reached it, they decided to stop and build their own haven to fend off the wasteland. Ultimately, it did not succeed, and they pressed on, only to repeat and attempt another haven, and so on. The temples in my scenario are the remains of their havens, and each represented a different way they attempted to resist the wasteland — first (to them) purifying themselves through devotion to specific arts, then hoarding treasure to attract a guardian to protect them, then using the power of spirits to shelter them. These were referred to in the quotes at the entrance to each temple. All of these approaches were “a little” successful, but not enough for them to stay there indefinitely (e.g. the spirits protected them within the temple, but there was no way to grow food inside, and the spirits did not protect them while hunting/farming/etc.).
York’s scenario shared some of the same background involving these travellers.
For what it’s worth, a very small group of them (including Azazel) did finally reach the Idyllican Valley, but they were too mutated by that point and were turned away at the Wall by the Watch (referenced in the fourth teaser).
The quotes on the rooms along the way described their journey, and the origins of the Shroud that caused the wasteland that was slowly mutating them and driving them mad.
City and Fortress of Sitriph
My final run took place as the host of refugees approached Sitriph, and needed to get through the City of Sitriph to the Fortress of Sitriph and set up their various mechanisms to protect the Fortress against the oncoming Shroud. The City of Sitriph is what we’d today call San Francisco (with the PCs approaching from the south), while the Fortress of Sitriph is on Alcatraz.
The first problem was getting the refugees into the city. Past a heavily corrupted swamp, there was a large cleared area patrolled extensively by the Army of Salvation, just outside a massive Dwarf-build wall protecting the city. The refugees had some contact with a “resistance” group inside the city, which was opposing the Army of Salvation and the way they treated the rest of the citizens of Sitriph. The PCs were told to contact the King of the Wolf Yards, just inside the wall. They had the book showing that the supposed legitimacy of the Army of Salvation was all a sham, and from Steven’s scenario they also had the last surviving heir to House Bayliss (the original ruling dynasty).
Some creative Gaia clerics and followers managed to establish that it wasn’t safe to fly over the wall, and found a wolf in the swamp who had come out through the wall. Her name was Soft Fur, and she offered to show them a way back in through the wall (she reported that, being dwarf-made, it was riddled with secret doors and passages). This was all on the condition that they set her up on a date with Long Tooth, one of the wolves inside. To their dismay, the PCs learned the hard way that the Army of Salvation had some sort of detect/locate on shrouded beings, and only narrowly made it to/through the wall at all. Soft Fur did not survive.
The PCs were able to contact the resistance, and while there was some repulsion at the sight of their shroud effects (and more so, at the hobbit among them), they came to agreement. Or at least, they came through with suitable bribes. (The “King” of the Wolf Yard seeming to be basically a criminal overlord who was willing to help if it seemed like the new regime would leave him with more influence than the old one.) He would sneak the PCs into the Great Marketplace, whereupon they could address a huge number of citizens of Sitriph, and with some help from various plants in the crowd, hopefully stir up serious opposition to the Army of Salvation.
About this time the PCs received magical messages from another group of PCs, saying “Attacking the Fortress at dawn. Arrange your operations accordingly.”
They proceeded to present their case in the marketplace that afternoon (as well as a large part of the surrounding neighborhood via some timely magical enhancement), and while it was well-received, it wasn’t quite enough to tip the scales. Until the Army of Salvation showed up in giant Clay Golems crying “Mutants! Mutants herein!” and indiscriminately blowing the crowd to shreds. The end result was city-wide rioting against the Army of Salvation, only a half-day ahead of schedule.
At the following dawn, the PCs proceeded to a tunnel dug most of the way to the Fortress of Sitriph by the resistance. With the help of some summoned Earth Elementals, they completed the tunnel and invaded the fortress. They were met with stiff resistance from the Clay Golems, though they managed to turn the tables by Possessing one of the pilots, thereby turning one of the golems to their side. They occasionally noticed other PCs invading the fortress, via fighting and explosions off in the distance, the entire fortress shaking when certain supplies were destroyed, and etc.
Looking for a way to avoid fighting an unceasing series of golems, they PCs hatched a plan to send the possessed golem to the General of the Army of Salvation and (using a special-purpose magic item) kill him. This might have worked, but at that exact moment another group of PCs disabled the power source for the golems and they all collapsed into immobility (accompanied by hobbit-sounding calls of “Oh, SH*T!” from inside the golems).
Instead, the group used more Earth Elementals to tunnel through the fortress to the command center, where they found the Lieutenant General of the army huddling miserably in the corner. He nearly had them convinced that the General was out of their reach, until they Possessed him and discovered that the General was simply hiding behind a secret door, hoping to wait out the whole assault.
With the command of the Army of Salvation in their “possession,” that pretty much spelled an end to the army’s resistance in the city and fortress.
Meanwhile, other scenarios managed to transport the refugees to the swamp just south of the city, to provide sufficient food and supplies, and to install a number of shroud protections around the fortress. (Plus, as mentioned before, disabling the power source for the Clay Golems, allowing the refugees to actually reach the city wall.)
All together, this enabled the refugees to get through the City of Sitriph, enter the Fortress of Sitriph, and huddle safely for the forty days and nights it took for the Shroud to pass.
On a final note, the Gaia cleric on this run ended up using a magic item that granted a single Wish to raise Soft Fur from the dead, reuniting her with Long Tooth, and bringing them both into the Fortress of Sitriph. (They needed no convincing to commence repopulating their species…)Read More
For once in his life, Sparks was at a loss for words. The three of them had prepared for a fast and stealthy trip through the wasteland. But the last member of their small team…
Sarge made a quick introduction. “The magi have agreed to assist. This is Thoorin…”
“Thoorin Firesong,” the mage supplied sharply. “Call me Firesong.”
Bishop coughed, and his face said everything Sparks felt, but at least the man’s brightly-colored robes matched his name. The massive wooden chest, however, and the elderly donkey it was strapped to…
Finally Sparks found his voice again. “So, Sarge, have you explained the ‘move fast’ and ‘don’t be noticed’ parts of the mission to, uh, Firesong?”
The mage answered directly. “I’m sorry, if I may put it in your terms, these are my swords and armor. Non-negotiable. Now, when do we leave?” He turned away to tighten the straps on the pack animal.
“Looks like they’ve saddled us with two asses,” Bishop muttered under his breath.
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Even thirty yards away, Bishop shuddered as he watched the creature pass. This one was smaller, the bastard offspring of the monsters that had nearly killed him. And it didn’t seem to care that the stomping and crashing through underbrush was alerting everyone within earshot. Maybe it just wanted a fight.
With a quick hand motion, Bishop stopped the rest of the team before they started over the small rise. A few gestures later, they were headed around the side instead.
Bishop watched the creature until it was safely out of sight. It still looked nothing more than a walking hunk of clay, with eyes and ears just molded out of the raw material. It walked stiffly, and carried a large tree branch over its shoulder; an improvised club, or perhaps a walking stick for climbing the steeper hills. The thing seemed to have a purpose, but what that could be here and now was beyond understanding.
He doubled back to the group, to be greeted by an outraged Firesong.
“I don’t know why you’re directing us away from the tomb. I’ve explained three times where it is!”
Bishop sighed. “And I’ve told you — we don’t fight in the wasteland unless we absolutely can’t avoid it.”
“Nonsense — I shall sing the fire and they shall trouble us no more.”
Sparks was just as skeptical: “This fire song, uh, Firesong, could you give us a small demonstration? So we can plan our tactics.”
Firesong hummed defiantly, and snapped his fingers at Sparks. A small flame, perhaps the size of a candle, popped into existence and hovered above his palm.
No longer able to keep a straight face, Sarge burst out laughing. “Boy, he really showed you!”
Bishop grinned. “Okay, Firesong, you win. Let’s go back and fight.”
The mage’s face turned as red as his robe. “Damn you, I can scale it up from there.” With a longer song and much more elaborate gestures, he threw a small streak of flame toward a distant bush. It almost hit, shattering a small rock nearby.
Bishop was actually impressed — Sparks could have shot the rock with ease, but his arrow never would have broken it. “How big can you make it?”
Firesong looked away. “Well, uh, that’s a matter of some debate.” He pointed to his trunk. “I believe I’ve identified all the elements of the gestures, but the proper verse eludes me. The scrolls speak of massive explosions, of fire streaking down from the heavens…” He sighed. “So much of the knowledge is lost…”
“Heck of a thing to lose,” Sparks chipped in.
“Look little man,” the mage retorted, “How’d you like to be stringing a bow taller than you are, not that pint-sized version?” He gestured at Bishop. “And the grunt here would be in full-plate armor, though he might need a war horse to move it.”
Sarge cut in before things got further out of hand. “Enough, enough. Firesong, we’ll take what you can give us, but we’re not going to go looking for trouble. Now let’s get back to the mission.”
* * *
The mage paced impatiently, though Bishop returned soon enough.
“It’s there all right,” he nodded at Firesong, “just like he said. But there’s nothing to see. Just a small room, lots of writing on the walls, and a little shrine with one of his magical fires burning on top. Waste of a trip.”
“The Everflame! It is the tomb of Azazel!” Firesong objected. “Legend holds that he was turned away from the Wall, by the Watch I might add, but never made it back to his fortress. Does it say where the fortress is? Is there a map?”
“No, just a bunch of words.”
“And do these words say anything,” Firesong inquired with scathing sarcasm.
Bishop turned away, visibly trying to restrain himself from throttling anyone. It meant he was facing the wrong way to see Firesong dash away, and only heard Sparks call after him, “Wait you idiot! We sent a scout because we wanted to avoid attention!”
* * *
The other three arrived to find Firesong gazing reverently at the walls. “The old tongue! The lost verse is here, I can tell! Just give me a moment…”
Naturally that was the moment the wasteland interrupted. Four people shambled out of the woods opposite the small mausoleum, except maybe ‘people’ was overly generous. Their clothes looked familiar but remained only in tatters, their eyes were completely blank, and the stench of rotting flesh arrived just after they did. They unlimbered makeshift weapons — a rusty axe, a miner’s pick, a sword broken off halfway, and a big stick.
The squad exchanged a silent glance, then sprang into action. Sparks whipped his bow off his back, arrow in hand. Sarge took up position to protect the door, with Firesong inside. Bishop charged the new arrivals like he had something to prove. Moments later, they crashed together.
Bishop knocked huge chunks out of the one with the axe, though it seemed to absorb the punishment without much of a reaction. The other three lumbered on toward the tomb. Sparks took careful aim and shot one right through the eye, though it just carried on with the shaft of an arrow sticking out from its face.
With an eye on the attackers, Sarge called back into the tomb. “We could use some of that Fire Song out here. Right now would be good.”
“A moment, a moment, I’m so close…” came the distracted reply.
Sparks figured if the head didn’t work, he’d try for the heart. The first surprise came when his arrow bounced right off the creature’s chest. It looked down stupidly, at least as shocked as Sparks was, and pulled something small out of the remains of its front pocket.
The second surprise was that Sparks didn’t need to see it to know what it was. A small mirror. Kenny stopped to shave at the oddest times, and left the mirror in his pocket so it would always be handy. There was almost a click in his head as Sparks recognized his friend from the lost patrol. Or what was left of him. The creature looked back toward the tomb and raised a hand. Sparks froze.
The third surprise was the cold hand on his shoulder that spun him around before he could react. Sparks had a moment to wonder how something so awkward had snuck up behind them, and then one of the makeshift weapons smashed into his head.
* * *
Bishop crippled his foe with a crushing blow that shattered its leg. He turned back toward the rest, in time to see three of the creatures close in on Sarge while two more leaned down to finish off Sparks. Bishop broke into a run, though there was no chance he’d reach them in time to stop the inevitable.
At that moment, a harsh voice rang out from the tomb. A massive ball of flame streaked out the door, exploding in the middle of the fight. The force of it knocked Sarge over. It all but blew the creatures apart. Bishop slowed to a halt, awestruck, while greasy nuggets of hot flesh rained down on him.
Then Firesong stepped out, face seared and eyebrows burned to a crisp.
Before anyone could say a word, he broke into an enormous grin. “Now can we look for some trouble?”Read More
One of the sentries poked his head into the command tent. “Major Quinn for you, sir.”
Garret nodded. As soon as Quinn stepped in, he could tell it was bad news.
Garret grimaced at the formality from his best friend.
“Southern patrol is an hour late checking in, sir.”
“That’s the third one?” There had been no sign at all of the first two that went missing.
“Yes sir. And…” his voice trailed off.
“The men are scared. Krebb keeps passing by, ‘just by chance,’ talking about how at least the valley had a wall, at least we knew our patrol routes, we never lost two patrols in a month let alone a day. If I hadn’t checked in on the Northern patrol when they mustered, I get the feeling there might not have been a Northern patrol.”
“Good thing you did, then.” Quinn always had his finger on the pulse of the men.
Before they could continue, the sounds of a commotion came from outside the tent, and the sentry poked back in.
“Lieutenant Sparks, sir, and–”
Sparks’ voice came in, excitable as ever. “Bishop! Survivor from the south patrol!”
Garret and Quinn exchanged glances. “Bring him in.”
Bishop staggered in, supported by Sparks on one side and Doc on the other. He was covered in layers of crusted-on blood and mud, making him look inches thicker than normal.
Unsurprisingly, Sparks launched right in: “So we were just talking about whether to send another patrol on the southern route or keep them closer, I mean would you rather know what happened even at the risk of losing more men or would you do better just to guard the flank and whatever’s farther out there can just stay out there, and Jimmy was saying how we should–”
“Lieutenant Sparks.” Quinn’s voice cut right through, bringing the monologue to a halt.
“Uh, Sir. Sirs.”
The injured man still hadn’t acknowledged them.
Garret stood. “Bishop?” Wild eyes shot up, locking on his face. “Bishop, what happened out there?”
A grating voice emerged, like nothing Garret had heard before. “General.” A pause, then Bishop pulled himself upright. The simple motion tossed Sparks and Doc aside as if they were puppets. Suddenly Garret realized he wasn’t covered in anything. It was his skin, thick black and marbled with red, craggy in a way skin simply wasn’t. His eyes were sinking toward madness, but while gravelly, his voice was steady.
“We were attacked, sir. First by dogs, I guess they were dogs. Wild dogs, with three tails, spikes on their heads, legs with bones and muscles but no skin. Rabid, completely mad. We lost Leonard, Bradley was hurt bad. Patched him up and carried on. When we got to the foothills was when we really got hit.”
Quinn asked the question they were all waiting for. “By what?”
“Creatures, some kind of rock, maybe clay. There were four of them, ten feet tall, looked like you or me,” he said without a trace of irony, “but made from the mountains themselves. Arrows, swords, it all bounced right off. Jordi’s hammer did some damage, but they crushed him quick enough. Didn’t even need anything except their fists.”
“So how did you…?”
“They left me for dead. I was dead. Only–” he gestured toward himself. “I grew back.” Garret heard the disgust in his voice. “Just like them. Halfway, anyway. Now I don’t know what I am.”
Quinn fielded this one too. “You’re a Watchman. Like you were this morning.” Almost involuntarily, Bishop straightened again.
“Until you go mad,” Garret added. The wild eyes locked on him again. “Don’t do it. We need every man. Hold on to it.”
“Sir.” That gritty voice.
“Dismissed.” Bishop ducked out of the tent automatically, with Doc in tow. Sparks started to move, but an imperceptible shake of Quinn’s head held him in place.
Quinn waited a moment, then spoke in a low tone. “Keep an eye on him, Sparks. Make sure he bunks with the Watch, but give him some space. We can’t lose him, we can’t let the civilians hang him out to dry, but if he goes mad…” The implication went unsaid.
Sparks gulped, but didn’t balk. “Sir.”
And then it was just the two of them.
“Sir, dogs or mountains or whatever, we can’t keep sending patrols into this.”
“No, you’re right. Keep the patrols in close, no more exploring, just guard the flanks. We’re going to need a few crack teams, but they’re only going to matter if the rest of us survive.”
“Men we can trust, men who will get the job done, men who will make it back here.”
“Why don’t we just guard the flanks all the way to Sitriph?”
“Teams. To find Sitriph.”
“Find it, sir?”
“Quinn, who do you think I am? We’re chasing a legend, here. We’d all have died in that valley if we sat down and prayed, and Sitriph got us moving. But grandfathers tell stories about the gates of Sitriph. It’s not like I have a map.”
“Garret…” For once, the honorific was forgotten.
“We’ll find it, Quinn. If it’s there, we’ll find it.”
“Pick your best. If Bishop makes it the night, he should go — he obviously has what it takes. Talk to the Magi, quietly. They’ll support us on this. The Priesthood too — we need every advantage. It’ll take at least five teams, and I want your recommendations by morning.”