Campaign of the Month: May 2016

Mysteria

The Darkest Night

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It was Karn Gudin‘s new kobold friend, Krispy Dacon who brought the wounded form of Goran to The Oooze’s residence in the Triolan Quarter of Harkesh one fateful night, only a month after arriving in the Mharoti Empire.

Uncounscious, and bleeding profusely from many wounds, Goran was laid on the table in the main room for the cleric Saabu Theet to look at him. Saabu’s expression was grave. He looked over at Arcael and said. “These wounds are infected. I’ll do what I can for now, but I’m going to have to learn a Heal spell. It’ll be up to you to keep him alive until then.” Arcael nodded, and motioned for Xavier to help him reposition the wounded rogue into a more comfortable position, where they could tend to him and give him water. Goran’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was light as a whisper.

“What happened?” Karn Gudin demanded of her friend, Krispy the kobold. "It appears he was doing some job for Shylock when everything went tits up! That’s what I heard. Whatever they were doing, someone had the rub on their operation and alerted the authorities. That Captain Temujin Khitai was waiting for them. And he had it all sown up. The whole gang was either captured or killed. Goran should have been killed too. He’s got the wounds to prove it. But from what I heard, some dark shadowy figure wrapped him up and stole him away. Left him outside The Cockle and Clam and knocked on my window. When I came to the door, all I saw was Goran lying on the floor. So I brought him straight here."

Arcael left Goran in the strong arms of Xavier the Barbarian, and turned on the kobold: “Was Goran seen by this Captain? Will they be looking for him?” He didn’t like this kobold. In fact, he didn’t like many kobolds. Too scaley. Too small. Too … inhuman!
“I don’t rightly know, Mr Arcael, Sir,” answered the kobold. “I don’t think the Captain saw him, or knows where he comes from, but he may have a description, and he’s certainly got a couple of squeakers under lock and key.”

“The mission cannot be compromised,” Arcael told the others. “None of us should be leaving the house, but we’ve got to keep the gem stall trading. Karn, you and Xavier take the stall tomorrow. I’ll tend to Goran while Saabu learns his spell. Krispy, can you perhaps find out more about any survivors of the raid and where they may be held. Somehow, we’ll need to make sure that Goran’s identity is never revealed!”

THIS HAS NOW KICKED INTO ACTION ON OUR PRIVATE FORUMS WITH THREE PLAYERS TELEPORTING INTO THE GUARD ROOMS TO PREVENT THE REVELATION OF THEIR ROGUE’S IDENTITY. I’LL PUBLISH ANOTHER LOG AFTER THEY HAVE FINISHED THE SCENE, BUT TO GIVE EVERYONE AN IDEA, HERE IS WHAT THEY HAVE TELEPORTED INTO – Five Dragonkin Guards and a Dragonkin cleric interrogating two bound prisoners:

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Comments

“Even if that means killing him myself…” Arcael thought to himself.

If only he wasn’t so bloody usefull… Normally reliable rogues are so hard to find. Mentally a reprieve was granted.

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LOL!

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Humans always upsetting the order of things having to get involved – without orders. Despite her draconic impulses Karn was pleased Goran was alive- she was fretting from lack of adventure and needed something new following her disappointment in their contacts with the dragon folk in whom she had placed so much hope for her future.

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I hear ya, Karn! I hear ya!

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Nice to see a new log here! Welcome back!

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Xavier was irritated, he wasn’t concerned about the rogue being identified. He’d worked in passing with Goran over the last ten years and knew enough to know that these amateurs would know less about Goran than the local latrine scrubber did!

No, what irked him is this stank of a set up. Some one was attempting to set them up, whether some overgrown lizard or some competitor to Arcael’s business. Either way, the ending was clear, more carnage and dead bodies to further stain their already blackened souls. Hell they’d already killed a god, what were a few more black marks on the great tally of life.

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That’s the spirit!

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