Rise of the Runelords

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Hope's Diary, Rova 23-24

Rova 23
Well, I think I’ll just a few notes down while we wait for Justice Reinholdt to see us. We found the hideout of the people behind the murders—it was in that sawmill, after all. Their leader seemed to be Justice Ironbriar, who was so thrown off at being caught that all he could think to claim was that they were, of all things, Larpers!!

We made short work of them, and found lots of loot while looking around. We also found a diary—it’s written in a trilingual cipher, so Glade and I will tackle it tomorrow.

. . .

Well, it’s time for me to get some sleep, I sure didn’t get any last night. We hawked the cultist masks on the way to Justice Reinholdt, then convinced him we’d earned our pay(It’ll take him a few days to settle). Koth came back, he’d found out where Ironbriar’s messenger ravens were going. We’ll pay that place a visit as soon as we rest up (and maybe pay a visit to the Justice’s residence).

We went back to the marketplace, split up the rest of our takings and went shopping(well, not Glade, he took some money from me to make me more scrolls). I needed a way to organize my plethora of useful items, so I found a handy haversack. Then I got some rest. Tomorrow, Glade and I will decipher that journal.

. . .

Rova 24th
We found out some information. A year ago, Ironbriar became fascinated with some lady he calls “Wanton of Nature’s Pagan Forms”. I did a little research, and others have mentioned her, usually just before disappearing. An investigation was launched, but went nowhere . . . because of Justice Ironbriar! The disappearances also seem to have stopped about then. Other things mentioned: meeting this lady at “the shadow clock” and delivering ’Vorel’s Legacy’ (Vorel Foxglove) to the Red Mantis (assassins who worship Achaekek, assassin of the gods). Tomorrow: go to the Justice’s house!

Kaleb's Summary
Hellos and goodbyes

First thing in the morning, we all gather to investigate Justice Ironbriar’s office. His office is very generically furnished, with almost no indication that he was really here. His paperwork is here, but no personal affects. There are no leads here, but we’ll try to see if anyone in town ever saw Ironbriar go anywhere else. The best we come up with is that people seem to think that he hung out at the temple of Calistria. It’s a bust, though, so we go home.

I go back to the tavern and get some sleep, though in the morning we discover that Marika had a “suitor” over after hours. She takes a lot of ribbing for it, though, but I tell her that the only thing that she should have done differently was remember it. After all, a half-orc will do the same job a Varisian would have done, if not a bit more…enthusiastically.

We make our way across the Irespan (I think it’s called), and Hope once again leads us into combat. In the tower, we come across what looks to be a flesh golem. As luck would have it, we are able to beat the creature with sheer determination (as well as Glade cackling like a lunatic and enhancing his own curses). Thank Calistria no one was seriously hurt! Afterwards, we climb the stairs to the watchtower. Rather, when Hope points out how rickety the stairs are, they send me alone! Sighing to myself, I begin the long ascent…when a bell comes loose! I flatten myself against the wall as it plummets to the ground, making a ruckus when it hits. I don’t see anything else, though. I hope no one got hurt.

As we make our way up the stairs, I have Mr. Rabbit drop me on the other side as Hope passes us by. She announces that we’re about to be set upon by shapeshifters, just as Glade tries to make the leap. He slips and his face smashes into the steps, he tries to grab for the edge of the stairs, and I turn just in time to see him fall.

He falls about a hundred feet. I watch him die, screamless, soundless, save for the horrifying crunch in at the bottom of the tower, a gasp escaping his lungs simply on reflex.

But I can’t dwell on that now…we’re under attack!

I see one of these shapeshifters rolling down the stairs towards me. It regains its footing long enough to stab me in the shoulder, and I feel suddenly woozy, and know its next attack will finish me! In desperation I crawl through Mr. Rabbit’s legs, forcing my foe to attack the heavily armored thing. I am alive for a moment longer, which is more than I can say for poor, poor Glade. I see that the only one left is still accosting Hope, and I let fly another Magic Missile that slams into him. However, I it doesn’t hurt it, but Mr. Rabbit makes short work of it. It grabs her as it goes over the side, but it’s grip is shaky, and it plummets to its final resting place, even as Hope gets hauled up by Mr. Rabbit.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Kaleb's Korner
A Showdown!

We go up the stairs, and there’s a lot of clockwork machinery, but more importantly, there’s a demon flying around here! Koth let’s loose with a bolt of electricity, and Hope goes on the offensive. The creature retaliates by turning her to stone! It doesn’t seem like we’re very effective here. Marika tries to push it off the roof, but to no avail.

After some time, we are starting to wear the thing down, I think. Then it decides to float into the air and heal itself while we try in vain to hit it. Somehow, a silent hawk starts swooping in on it, slowly driving the snake lady back towards us. Stuck between us and the hawk, the snake lady tries to control the hawk, but Koth squawks something at her, and it sounds like she’s cursing. I am feeling pretty exhausted by now; I’m almost out of spells! I see Marika climbing onto the winged statue after Hope throws her oil flask on it. The Varisian woman spouts fire out of her hand, setting the snake lady aflame. We drive her down further, but we’re just not doing enough damage to her. Marika launches herself off the statue, fails, but grabs on to the creature. Amid our many attacks, the creature floats off to the side and casts suggestion on the Varisian woman, who lets go. She kicks off the winged snake lady thing, and launches herself towards the tower. She grabs onto the shingles of the roof and hauls herself up, as Koth casts burning claws on the creature, which is just enough for us to defeat her. Barely.

Afterwards, they argue with the bird (which is beyond me), and began stabbing the snake lady until they’re sure it’s dead. After we’re done, Hope goes to give Glade a good talking to, but does not get far before she discovers the truth- he’s dead. We all mourn his loss, bringing his remains to the temple of Pharasma. After processing, we retire to the inn we stay at, quietly divving up Glade’s belongings. On the list of people we found, the mayor’s name was on it, and we go to inform him of such. However, he was expecting us, and we are able to inform him of his position on the list, and we all get paid!

Hope's Diary, excerpts Rova-Erastus

. . . so, I gave Glade the ointment. Hope he liked it. I’ve got him with us, he should go back to his dad. I’ll bet his dad really misses him . . .

. . . Oto didn’t seem mad at me. That would almost have been better. Now he just watches me, looking pained. I want to be happy for him, but I’m not happy and for once I don’t think I can fake it. Maybe I should just do what he wants, maybe that will make us both happy . . .

. . . school is still really boring. Why does Oto want me here? What does he think I can learn? . . .

. . . maybe I shouldn’t let everything Glade and Caitlynn taught me go to waste . . .

. . . Sorry, Oto, don’t think I’m going to be your good little girl much longer. I feel like I going to burst out of my skin some days . . .

The Words of "Stabs" Stabbington
A brand new life.

I don’t mind saying…I’ve fallen in with a bunch of fruitcakes. But, is it better than living in a cave and starving to death? I think so. Either way, when I think about it, I was on a crash course to whatever afterlife awaits an ugly, goblin-blooded human like myself. At least this way I have a full belly and a few trinkets to myself.

Before falling in with those deranged lunatics who masquerade as adventurers, I did live in the dungeons around Sandpoint. I had to. Who would have taken me in? Because of the goblin blood in my veins, I’m pretty mishapen, black hair and red beady eyes, skin tinged and almost lime green. Not the kind of guy that the Sandpointers would welcome with open arms.

But now…

I’m not sure what to think. I’ve helped murder a rampaging cake, chased willow whisps in a forest..and strangely, I think I can almost call these adventurers friends in time. Maybe. I’m not one who makes friends easily, but I’ll give it a shot. I do worry about it all, where this odd road will take me, but I’m not about to stand just off the road.

I’m finally getting somewhere…and I don’t want to give that up!

Observations, by Stabbington
Bumbling our way through the countryside, past Turtleback Ferry

Since joining these merry band of misfits that call themselves adventurers, I’ve found myself in very strange company. It appears that Hope is our leader, even though she’s barely twelve-years-old if that. She’s the talker, the faceman for our little party. It’s funny to see the reactions of the people that we have to talk to; Hope standing in front of the likes of myself and Mr. Rabbit, Mera and the others. To be sure, they are all very intimidating and cast very large shadows. Especially when they’re standing behind the little girl with frowny faces and crossed arms.

But we’ve managed to come through the wispy forest and pigmy trolls relatively unscathed, but I’m pretty sure I’m infected somehow. Also, the small book I’ve been reading for a while now is starting to make sense as I realize that it was in fact a spellbook, and I think now I know how to perform a small bit of it myself. However, on the journey to the Ranger outpost near Turtleback Ferry, I show no signs of turning into a troll. So far. Though that appears to be the least of our worries.

We come across Ogre Hillbilly Heaven, which is little better than a farmstead chock full of these backwards folk. These guys are so ugly that I feel downright handsome next to their malformed bulk. All of us make our way through the farmstead by spell and sword, and wind up rescuing a few of the surviving rangers, who want us to find their ranger clubhouse in the mountains and get their stuff back for them. These items seem to be of some note, so I say that we just burn down the entire fortress and see what’s left afterwards. It’s the only real way to be sure!

Our current job is not done, however, and as our Varisian companion gets her feathers ruffled by the rangers and our party makes a big fuss about it, I find myself creeping through the ogre house not far away, taking extra care to not make a sound- until those duncecaps come clamoring in behind me, so loud and obnoxious that they can’t even see that I’ve hidden under the table to avoid getting eaten by the ogres because of their sudden entrance.

Fortune is with me, however. They wind up activating almost every trap in the house save for one (which I foolishly spring when my patience wears thin). We come across some deformed ogre babies, and I decide to put one out of its misery and ours.

But believe it or not, that’s not the worst of it.

No, that comes when we investigate upstairs and find an ogre broodmother, commanding some of her more dead offspring. I draw steel and go into my flipping and disorienting attack mode, and with the aid of my louder party members, get the job done. The broodmother uses her bed to somehow float above us and tries to mess with us, but stuck between two flaming balls, she gets burnt to an arcane crisp. Good riddance.

After that, I’m more than willing to set that outpost on fire- especially if there’s more ogres inside…

Longing, by Kaleb Garmandon
A comfortable life at the Pixie's Kitten
So I’ve been here at the Pixie’s Kitten for quite some time now, “whoring it up” as Hope might say. Though I want to believe I’ve put the adventuring life behind me, sometimes it calls to me, and I want to strap on the leather and go out into the world once more, spreading the word of Calistria to those less fortunate. I sometimes find myself on the edge of town, wanting to take that extra step that would lead me back to the life of an adventurer.

But I think of that last time, there with the others. I think of Glade. Not that I’m terribly broken up over his untimely demise- he was kind of a self-absorbed jackass- but what gets me is the senselessness of his death. He slipped while trying to get to the next step in the broken down stairwell, and fell to his death. Of course, that may have something to do with the vast crow conspiracy that some people are gossiping about in Sandpoint.

I sometimes wonder what became of my friends. I hear news from time to time, about how Hope was kidnapped by some kind of monk lady, and of course about the killer cake created by Mera’s rival. I wonder if she’s gotten over her eggbeater psychosis. Somehow, I don’t think she has. I pity Mr. Rabbit. From what I understand, Marika’s farm is doing well, though I think there have been strangers nosing around the property, but her houseman seems to have everything under control.

Life at the Pixie’s Kitten is very comfortable, don’t get me wrong. But there are days when the wind blows just right, and I’ll catch a scent or hear the clanging of steel, and my very being cries out to be there. I don’t want to sit at my window and stare off into the countryside, but I can’t look away either. Every would-be adventurer that finds their way into my bed finds themselves pleasured at a slightly reduced rate as I grill them afterwards about their journeys. Even though I don’t think I’ll find myself on the open trail once more, I love to hear about it all.

Life is comfortable here at the Kitten…but how long will that last…?

More Observations, by Stabbington
I don't know why we're not dead!

You know, all things considered, it didn’t take us long to route all those ogres. And by route, I mean brutally maim and kill. It took all of us to do it, though, so it wasn’t that just Yours Truly was the hero of the day. Not at all. I set a house on fire, but that was just about it for my contribution to the battle to retake the Rangers’ fort back. Not that they were too much help in that department, either. I admit, they did some good towards the end there, holding the rear line and making sure the other ogres were occupied.

Ultimately, I think most of us were glad to have cleaned house on the ogres, if only because that meant we could finally leave the fort (and the cleanup of said fort) to the rangers themselves. Which we did rather unceremoniously, might I add. We did not wait for thanks from the rangers, we just left. I think we were all pretty sour from what went down, but whatever. I was just happy to do a small amount of good, even if I did spend the greater part of the battle getting smacked around like a children’s ball.

The long trudge back to town was decent enough. Or it would have been, had not a rush of water come from nowhere and flooded the entire town and ourselves with it. By the time we actually arrived, things were already pretty dire, and we wound up having to save a bunch of kids from a giant sea snake, which we did with aplomb. To tell you the truth, things were going rather swimmingly.


This giant monster of a sea serpent shows up and begins to thrash about and tear everything up. There were still people left in town, and the monster seemed to want to turn them all into monster food.

Cue us, the unfortunate heroes of the day.

To say that we assaulted the creature would be laughable. While I don’t think we gave it any major damage, I do think we could’ve taken it! However, the monster was wearing us down pretty hard, and took nearly all of our tricks just to hold it off while the townspeople got to safety- and they took their sweet time doing it!

Ultimately, the creature swam off, leaving us to our fate. However, all that only led to more questions, such as: Why did the nearby damn break? Was it because of ogres?

I get the feeling I’m about to find out.


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