Campaign of the Month: May 2016


A hard day's night...


Two months after their first impromptu gig, the group play their first scheduled performance at the Wheatsheaf Tavern. Lord Flasheart’s groupies are there but overindulgence affects his performance and he doesn’t quite jimmipage them. However, Arcael gets them going with his cool delivery and takes the hit on thrown panties. The night is a success and the rent is paid for another month, with an important scout by the name of Sir Henry de la Zouche inviting them to his office for a chat. Turns out he’s ONLY the agent for Lord Aaron Von Schmidt and there might be a bit of sponsorship on offer, depending on some OLD MARGREVE folklore collecting.

Grigori turns up at last with an offer of a title deed to a magical flute and The Enigmatics make plans for a journey to the village of LECOVA in search of a song and armed with the title deed to the fabled instrument of Elric Stradivarius. The boat ride down the Argent is uneventful but when the minstrels stop off in the marsh, they are surprised by a PUTRID HAUNT that rises up from the swamp and attacks with belching leeches and slamming fist. Twice they have to down the beast before the HEAD CHOP AND BURN technique is employed.

On the first night spheres of light expose the presence of two feral WITCHLIGHTS that blind and burn them until even brave Yander has to bury his face in the sand. Anastrianna the ranger and Arca Domina with her new composite bow loose powerful arrows into the night air, but it is the FORCE magic of Arcael and the HEALING magic of Truman Click that are the true victors as one of the small flying constructs is smashed, leaving the other to flee into the forest at high speed.

On arrival, the village of LECOVA seems an unsettling place, with its weird, angry scarecrows, its over-friendly children, its senile priest of Yarela and Porevit and its vicious goose that snaps at Lord Flasheart and receives a terminal slap with the flat of his blade. He doesn’t know his own strength, that paladin! “Well, at least DINNER is sorted,” laughs the grim ranger. The evening creeps in and the howls of wolves are heard from the nearby forest.

Blood on the rooftops....


Embroiled in a plot woven by cruel fate outside of their control, the ENIGMATICS will risk anything to clear their names and save their lives. With pressure mounting from the Spyglass Guild and in deadly danger from the Cloven Nine, the merry minstrels work with the troubled Ilyana Greymark on a plan hatched by Cartways ghoul Radu Underhill to bring both groups together at HOMMNAL’s BOTANNICAL ROOFTOP on offer of LADY MARACK’s Book of Dark Confessions.

Hiding in a shop left open for them, Yander and Arca Domina see a group of the SPYGLASS overcome by ghouls at the entrance to HOMMNAL’s establishment and follow four survivors up the stairs through the tenements to the rooftop. Brave Yander moves in to deal swift justice but is countered and marched at point of HEAVY CROSSBOW into the garden. Lord Flasheart does not hesitate to intervene and only the healing powers of Truman Click keep Yander and Flasheart on their feet. Arca Domina swiftly avoids the paralysing cane of the Guild sorcerer and flanks the biggest thug, while Anastrianna fires arrows and Arcael delivers wicked force spells.

Two guild members attempting to flee down the stairs are cursed by their gods and crack their heads on the hard brick and it seems like the danger is over until a tea sipping tiefling backed by four HEAVIES introduces the CLOVEN NINE contingent and accepts the Book of Dark Confessions from Arcael, flying off into the night but releasing the group from their CONTRACT and offering a unique opportunity for Lord Flasheart to sip tea and other stronger beverages with the HEAVIES while the others make their way past some hesitant ghouls and return to their hiding place at The Dented Shield Hotel.

Ilyana has gone but she has left a note of thanks and in the next few days Arca Domina learns from her trusty contact, Tovrin Darnel that the SPYGLASS GUILD are no longer concerned with them and that their leader, LADY MARACK, has been kidnapped by the ghouls.

Someone pays their month’s rent and leaves the minstrels with enough time to practice for their next paying gig – a night at the Wheatsheaf. Let’s hope Truman Click can improve on those bum notes he played last time.

They came in through the bathroom window...


Majestic statues stand twixt regal columns in marble halls under the open sun. Complex rhythms permeate the air punctuated by the dull echoing sound of occasional splashing water, for this must be the OLD STROSS PUBLIC BATHS, where enigmatic adventurers enter, adorned only by towels of modest veiling.

There sits a tiefling female all alone. Lord Flasheart, followed by frivolous fans, breaks away to talk to her, using secret code. Yander spies a well-known ghoul in steaming pool, while Arcael flirts with aritstocracy. The tiefling turns and hearkens to the plan, regretting all that’s happened and wanting to make amends.

But towel-flicking terror approaches as greedy citizens, spurred on by promise of reward and accompanied by intricate ragtime notes converge on our heroes. Yander bravely runs and Ilyana Greymark follows. But Truman Click and Anastrianna are held by sweaty hand as Arca Domina and Arcael take up rear guard to escourt favoured tiefling from the building. Bully boy bashing beats Flasheart to the ground but cries of “RAPE!” from enterprising ranger bring unwanted attention of armed guards and witnesses disappear into steamy rooms.

Bruised and battered paladin is healed by Rava ’s magic and our heroes all repair to the-dented-shield-hotel to formulate their plan.

Expert sneaking and well planned action takes out two guards in The Silk Scabbard and handsome payment buys favour, so that Iskra brings to them The Book of Dark Confessions, and The Enigmatics leave unnoticed through the secret CARTWAYS exit after some marvels of martial mayhem by Arca Domina. Messages are sent via the Masters of Small Matters to both The Spyglass Guild and The Cloven Nine: “Meet at HOMMNAL’s BOTANNICAL ROOF TOP at Night, if you want to see THE BOOK!”

Midnight approaches, as day turns into expectant night!

Radu has a barrow in the market place...


When a group of representatives from The Cloven Nine suggest you should go home and enjoy the evening, it is always something to think about, and when Captain Hendryk calls you over for a chat, it is not something that the sensible minstrel would normally refuse.

As it turns out, Hendryk seems pretty helpful, filling The Enigmatics in on some of the subtleties of Grigori’s recent work and even suggesting a place to find a clue to the whereabouts of Greymark’s tiefling daughter, Ilyana. Trouble is, that clue lies in The Cartways. Now some good citizens of Zobeck might tell you The Cartways doesn’t exist, but those that’re in the know will tell of a dark, depraved place run by DARAKHUL and Slave Traders, in dark dungeons under the city. Hendryk is one of the latter, and even gives the players a map.

Outside the gates to the place, Lord Flasheart stands up for a victimized kobold, unfortunate enough to bump into a group of angry DUERGAR. The Deep Dwarves turn on the noble paladin, who knocks his assailant out flat. The Ranger, Anastrianna is less subtle, carving flesh like a butcher, while the Cartways guards look on bemused. With three dwarves felled, two others disappear and after forcing the merry minstrels to “mop up”, the guards even let the them into the gate unhindered. Yander moves first in “sneak mode”, followed by the paladin, the ranger, Arcael, Arca Domina and Truman Click.

Arcael finds out where to find their contact, Radu Underhill, a rather good looking ghoul with a plan. He tells the group where they can find Ilyana and offers them a way to escape the deadly intentions of both The Spyglass Guild and The Cloven Nine: Get the Book of Dark Confessions from the tiefling and arrange a meeting with both groups at Hommnal’s Botannical Roof Garden tomorrow night at midnight. Radu gets to “speak with” Lady Marack of The Blue House, and the adventurers get away with their lives….or so the plan goes! And to sweeten the deal, a strong healing potion each, personally delivered by the clawed hand of the DARAKHUL.

But what is this commotion on leaving THE CARTWAYS? Only a wild BARGHEST with eyes for our raving minstrels alone. Down goes Flasheart. Down goes Arca. “Bang” goes Yander’s plan to jump on top of the creature. Hard to see and hard to hit, the creature weaves in and out of the players, chomping and clawing. It tries to take Anastrianna alone but she resists the magic, and with a little help from some enthusiastic kobold crossbowmen and some serious FORCE magic tossed in by Arcael, the party finally defeat the beast and head back to their apartment, resting well, and ready to meet with Ilyana the very next day at the luxurious OLD STROSS PUBLIC BATHHOUSE.

Towels only, chaps and chappesses! No weapons allowed in the baths!

Summertime.....and the living aint easy!


Another month’s rent is paid at 10 Wheatsheaf Lane and The Enigmatics saunter into the summer looking for entertainment … or work. Entertainment seems easier to find, with a gig at their very own Wheatsheaf Tavern Saturday night. But alas, the entertainment doesn’t pitch and so our enterprising bards take up their instruments to save the evening. Truman Click’s flute solo is out of tune but altogether the crowd is happy and the Lord Flasheart groupies are born.

But Arcael is worried about his friend that didn’t show. It’s not like that irrepressible half-gnome to miss out on a spot of adulation. Anastrianna and Arca Domina cat burgle their way into M’thanth the Mocking’s apartment to find a cut throat being the ultimate excuse for non attendance.

Perhaps M’thanth cut too close to the bone in his dealings with The Cloven Nine. But employment rears its hopeful head in the form of Grigori, a friend of Simon Taylor’s. He’s looking for Lord Graymark’s daughter, Ilyana. She’s got herself into some trouble with The Spyglass Guild and he needs to find her before they do. But The Cloven Nine are looking for her too!

An uncalled for meeting with several members of The Spyglass Guild turns into a skirmish, but Click’s quick thinking saves the day and the fight ends before any fatalities, with the “Guild” warning the party that it would be better for them to co-operate and turn Ilayana over to them when they find her.

The search of Ilyana begins in The Silk Scabbard where The Enigmatics make contact with Ilyana’s “lady friends”, Iskra and Filipa. They don’t know where she is, saying Ilyana was too scared of The Cloven Nine to tell them where she would hide. The adventurers begin to leave, but as they approach the exit to the bar, they are blocked by some rather unsavoury armed thugs…..

Who are these men? What do they want? What will happen next?

Our Heroes Lay - Part 1
written by Stigandr

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“We only found this old book in the bricked up room Master. It was as if no-one wanted it found but the monks devotion to knowledge was such that they could not bear to destroy it.”

Crastin passed the worn book to his Master, by it’s metal spine and its blue leather cover he could tell it was once an object of beauty. His master received it and then gestured his dismissal.

Once Crastin had left, the Master laughed a moment to himself, opened it at the first page and began reading.

“Hail to the hall! I’d have you hear
of heroes hale, fell fighting foes
they terrors tame with no small skill.
Brave as the best, with sorc’rous spells,
bows strong bent, with biting blades
this told tall tale will gird good hearts,
make mirth some say, till dread doom fades…

By fire’s flowers, sweet mead savoured,
let’s tell this tale, not once waver,
so sit with me, we’ll sing and say
what dice dictate…
till night turns day.”

“M’thanth mocks no more! Murdered, throat
cut, a corpse he lies slain by stealth.
The killer ‘cloven’ some have said,
nine in number, cold and cruel rogues.

Five fair heroes, seek lady lost,
sought by ‘Spy-Glass’, those cruel-cloven
and another, Grigiri, glad
for the heroes help. The Silk Scabbard
they sought but there five thugs they found.

Whose doom determined, Death will decide…”

A dread descent, where ghouls gather,
corrupt corpses deserving death,
with dark dwarves, kobolds, to sell slaves.

Proud Paladin, his rage restrained
to suit stealth, jumps joyous to
battle a Barghest with a wild
cry and call to great gods of right!

But foe-felled he falls, bloody blows
exchanged, spells saving him that heal
he hews again hurting the hound
weakened by wounds, mage-made forces
of mankind’s might decide this doom
and the fey, fades… Some spread word of
daring deeds, our heroes hear none,
receiving rest ‘till day is done.

But bath-house intrigue awaits all,
without weapons, what will await?

The Old Stross steams wet lord and whore,
cloak criminals, mask rumours rife,
the perfect place to talk, to plot…

Weapons well left, safe and secure
heroes hot in the heat sweat and search.
Till demon damsel, filthy thief,
weeps tale of woe, soft seductions,
lesbian lies, failures and theft.

Then riot raised, dark designs against
our heroes, out they escape! Each
bruised but blooded, with prize plucked safe.

She tells her tale, where holds hidden
a cloak that cloaks the baleful book?
A ‘Silken Scabbard’ is what we seek.
To hidden hall, an alley-way
that permits party, grappled guards
and bold bravery, but no blades!

Now with book brought safe, we seek its
roof-top return, some ‘small matter’
to take care of but betrayal
shadows our steps, violence veiled…

By slow stealth the ghouls and ghasts
came crawling in ambush against
Spyglass soldiers. Caught cold and with
their lady leader held hostage,
survivors scaled the stair-well stalked
in turn by two, Yander and Arca.

The roof-top talks go wrong and wild
battle breaks out. Blades and bolts
are exchanged and men take mortal
hurt, our heroes healed and hale
partly prevail. For a fourth force
appears at once, those cruel cloven
to take the book. With spells spent
the book is brought, sold and ceded.

Some slip silently away as
the city streets receive the rains,
our heroes hole up until dawn
and await word of last night news…


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Truman Click did not sleep but still he had cause to rest his gears. A devout servant of Rava and blower of the flute, he did not eat but his comrades did, and so he prepared for them a morning meal, setting table for each of them:
Arcael, arcane adept and orator extraordinnaire; Arca Domina, martial expert of the bow and ALL WOMAN dancer of the Perunalian type; Anastrianna, mistress of the blades and rhythmic tapper of the spoons and more; Lord Flasheart, charismatic Paladin of the West and magic manipulator of the strings; Yander, artful wielder of the knife and master of the step to accompany the Perunalian; ….and of course, Spikey Jonze, the newest companion, a wretched kobold bearing a most tragic tale, a single stringed gourd, and a voice that was the very anathema to song.

It was RENT DAY in number 10 Wheatsheaf Lane, and soon time to visit the Tavern! But breakfast first….Breakfast and a song!


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