Raven Crowking
First Post
Long ago, a daring thief stole the Eyes of Mellythese from the Temple of the Spider Goddess in Pardusk. These eight rubies, the largest of which are the size of a large man's fist, were hidden somewhere on Romana Island, which has now long been deserted.
Now, under lowering grey skies, a small group has come to explore the island, and to seek the treasure that was lost. They are Scarven Halfshield, a halfling warrior; Angbran Iron-Nose, master of the axe; John Greyson, human swashbuckler; and the enigmatic sorcerer, Palamon Unster, who dabbles in secrets perhaps better left forgotten.
The sea is neither rough nor calm under those grey skies -- peaceful enough, at least, to allow even untrained rowers to choose where they go. Two immediate choices present themselves:
To the south in a somewhat protected cove is a wide beach, enclosed by towering cliffs. The beach itself is composed of small rocks and shingle rather than sand. The cliff faces here are perhaps 100 feet high. At one point, a series of ancient narrow steps are carved from the stone, leading up into the interior of the island.
At one point on the western coast, the endless waves of the surf have dug a cave into the rocky shore here, easily large enough to row a ship’s boat into. The cave entrance is perhaps 50 feet wide and 30 feet high.
The remainder of the island is hemmed by steep cliffs -- they might provide a route for an expert climber, or they might lead a lesser man to a long fall into the surf.
Other groups may be along at any time. For all you know, others have already been dropped onto the island to seek the treasure.
Now, under lowering grey skies, a small group has come to explore the island, and to seek the treasure that was lost. They are Scarven Halfshield, a halfling warrior; Angbran Iron-Nose, master of the axe; John Greyson, human swashbuckler; and the enigmatic sorcerer, Palamon Unster, who dabbles in secrets perhaps better left forgotten.
The sea is neither rough nor calm under those grey skies -- peaceful enough, at least, to allow even untrained rowers to choose where they go. Two immediate choices present themselves:
To the south in a somewhat protected cove is a wide beach, enclosed by towering cliffs. The beach itself is composed of small rocks and shingle rather than sand. The cliff faces here are perhaps 100 feet high. At one point, a series of ancient narrow steps are carved from the stone, leading up into the interior of the island.
At one point on the western coast, the endless waves of the surf have dug a cave into the rocky shore here, easily large enough to row a ship’s boat into. The cave entrance is perhaps 50 feet wide and 30 feet high.
The remainder of the island is hemmed by steep cliffs -- they might provide a route for an expert climber, or they might lead a lesser man to a long fall into the surf.
Other groups may be along at any time. For all you know, others have already been dropped onto the island to seek the treasure.
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