Rise of the Runelords

Session 1
burning

Party gathers round
Ceremony goes down
Goblins burn town
Goblins mowed down
Fires get drowned
Party saves town
This guy found.
And an awesome hound

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Burnt Offerings Session 2
The Headless Chicken Parade

After a brief interview with a completely smitten Aldern Foxglove, the party met with local transient and reality-impaired fisherman Gibber of Ish, who was kind enough to retrieve Bjarke’s spooked elkfriend by methods best not shared in polite company, and pledged himself, after a fashion, to their fellowship. Together, the troupe interrogated Father Zantus about the previous fire before retiring for the night. Father Zantus divulged that the fire that had destroyed the previous church five years ago was the subject of more legend than fact, but his personal testament held that the fire had in some way been caused by Nualia, adopted ward of the church and whispered Godtouched Childe, who had recently lost her child and was presumed dead in the fires.

The next morning, the party was greeted with extreme favor by the townspeople, having gained some level of celebrity status for their heroics in the goblin raid, an appreciation that was shown most outwardly by one Shayliss Vinder, daughter of a local shopkeeper, who made a very thinly veiled attempt to lure Bjarke into the privacy of the shoppe for a private encounter.

Perhaps ignorant of human mating customs, the party’s demihuman made a show of preventing the encounter, causing a scene that left nobody except perhaps himself and the barbarian male guessing as to what had just gone on.

Afterward, the party split ways to investigate the matter in their own ways…Bjarke, Gibber, and Jack seeking out the sheriff for his account of the fire and information on the goblin raiders themselves, while Invective and Sibyl spent time with Mayor Deverin, focusing their inquiries on Nualia’s history.

Neither offered much of any particular substance, though the group did learn the name of Nualia’s lover, one Delek Viskanta .

Aldern pressed the group into a half-promise to meet him for boar hunting the day following, while Sheriff Hemlock wanted to arrange an introduction for the group later the same day; hopefully one of these avenues will lead to more progress than was made today.

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I still want my face candy. (Burnt Offerings Session 3)

Should one be sneaky enough, some tattered manuscript may be found, entitled “Tracking Goz.” This was just one of many entries, penned in odd handwriting.

Today was started too early. But I DID get a horse for waking up! And then I managed to find a boar! Damned thing mighta nicked my oar, though. With its neck.

After the trip back, I caught a fish. I tried to raise it afterwards, just to see if I could, but I still haven’t been able to get that down right. One of these days, I’ll make father proud..! Good thing I took my time, though. Managed to find the Keeper of the Elk and the rest of our merry bunch wandering into a house. I didn’t know why, but I can’t leave them alone for a minute, lest they have fun without me!

Apparently, they had cornered a goblin! Miss Vanity’s got one of those new tiny-rock-launchers, and apparently they’re really good at leaving holes in faces. Note to self: Avoid being on the receiving end of one of those. The poor goblin, though! Had to have been spooked by it, fleeing from his meal of someone’s neck! But, seeing how as, you know, we were intent on killing it, my little fish decided to join in the fray as it ran. They were so nice, saving the eyes for me, just like I asked!

…But they wouldn’t let me eat the eyes. They even expected me to staunch the bleeding! Why would I do that when I coulda eaten the eyes!? But, the snake said to save him, and he asked nicely, so who am I to say no to some one that can eat me? He said I could have the eyes later, at least. I made sure to check, and I didn’t see any signs of Goz’s cult on the goblin, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t part of it.

Apparently, the man who’s neck was missing? He had a wife. I didn’t catch her name, but The Rich Fop said he’d take care of her, when the Keeper of the Elk asked him to. He’s the one that gave me my horse! I’m going to name it Spurs. Unless it already has a name. Then I’ll name it something else.

After tending to the holder of my Face Candy, food was had by all! Though a few people complained about the fish. And then the bar maid said that the owner (A woman? Who woulda thought it? Quite a progressive little town, apparently) was missing.

We found a note in her room. Said to knock twice, then three times, then once at the glass blower’s delivery door at midnight. Too bad that was a few days ago, by the sounds of it. Said that there was something about her dad being the cause of the goblins attacking the town. He’s GOT to be a member of the cult! After all, he’s been able to get out of trouble like this before apparently, and one needs connections do to that more then once..!

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Burnt Offerings Session 4

Highlights:

-Murdered crab things

-Smooshed a goblination.

-Stole a jeweled knife off a statue

-Found a pit full of zombies

-Looted 700 gold (to be split evenly between Sibyl, Gibber, Invective, Bjarke, and Jack)

-Found some sketches of a woman-slash-succubus in the back of the journal

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Burnt Offerings Session 6

Chapter One: The Rat and the Sphere

The zombie pits left in their wake, our intrepid heroes investigate deeper into the unknown complex. When an opened door offered a view of a room where dead creatures flew effortlessly and forbidden arcane artifacts floated tantalizingly just beyond both the boundaries of sense and a man’s reach, the challenge seemed almost tailor made for one member of the party—the mad necromancer, Gibber. True to his past, the Fisher of Bones was not only the only one willing to cross the threshold, but seemed absolutely at home, floating madly in the air, immediately cherishing the artifacts he so coveted, and traversing the lawless space where the earth fails to hold grudgingly to its tenants as readily as though he belonged there. He spoke, as he returned to us, of ‘electric writings’ on the far wall, but none of us knew much of what to make of them—nor were entirely certain that these ‘runes’ existed anywhere but in the man’s twisted mindscape.

Chapter Two: An Encounter with the Infernal

Finding the nearby staircase blocked, the group passed back through the moaning room, where Gibber was narrowly persuaded against the wisdom of trying to use an arm from the freakish goblin mutant as a weapon. Invective claimed a roughly fashioned axe from the unfortunate creature however, possibly offering to leave it to the wizard as a souvenir, after staining it with the ichor of some of the denizens. This makes it the second weapon claimed for the party’s use, the first of course being the dagger earlier taken by Sibyl…from a statue that they had passed earlier, and passed once again, en route to their next encounter with danger.
A simple altar bore few clues—or at least, offered little that the adventurers were prepared to make sense out of—though some of those unspoken questions were immediately answered in the lilting taunt of a succubus—or something akin to one—they discovered in the next room, who questioned whether the party was there to convert to the worship of the Queen of Monsters, before bluntly bidding them to flee…and being summarily put down before she had the time to utter further threats. Sibyl finished the thing off with her pistol, leaving her with just a single bullet until she is able to return to town and resupply.

Chapter Three: Of Hubris and Missing Stones

Sibyl, Jack, Gibber and Invective spent a few minutes poring over the remnants of their encounter, but once more find little they can make sense of. A larger, more ornate altar overlooked what seemed to be a church of sorts, presumably where monsters and their kin took worship. Although Gibber took a robe from the supply closet, and filled his packs to bulging with miscellaneous objects of the church supply, the group left the room with little in the way of answers, or valuables, and were met by further mystery when they did so. Their third pass by the statue—the one Sibyl had robbed in order to arm herself—revealed the statue itself to have moved on. Certainly shaken, but still in high spirits, they made their way down the last unexplored passage, perhaps hoping to find the statue. Perhaps hoping the statue would not find them.
Having enjoyed crushing victory after crushing victory since embarking on the night’s journey, the group rushed into the battle that awaited them down that last passage with a reckless zeal…and nearly fell into tragedy at the appendages of a small group of common driders that they disturbed drinking at a fountain just a short distance down the hallway. Though the ordeal was over in seconds, it concluded with the mage Vassago using a portion of his sorely dwindling magickal reserve to repair a battered Invective’s body, if not his bruised ego, and the normally confident and cocksure Sibyl jumping at every shadow, expecting spiders from every crack in the stone.

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