Eaglesford Campaign: "Strange Lights"

On a final note, I'm afraid Garret can't Smite

Not with the special ability perhaps, but I'm sure he can dispense righteous Halfling wrath on evildoers, backed by the might of a riding dog!

"If you can't run with the Big Dogs, then stay on the porch!"

That's what I meant. Really.

Garret is a Holy Warrior of Morwyn (Goddess of Charity, Mercy,...ummm... ...something else and Wisdom)

That domain of "something else" sounds pretty flexible. One can only imagine what the granted powers could be as a Cleric.

More seriously, that was one of the more entertaining ways to deal with not recalling the entire set of information that I've read.

Rowan: Severely wounded and moderately weakened by poison. Currently the worst off in the party. No healing spells left, I believe.

Please don't kill her off Nail! Let her live! Do it for the cute baby!
 

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Very cute picture, SBI.

I think I should send your daughter a nice big fuzzy-cuddly spider hand-puppet.

Wha'd'ya think, guys? Should Rowan have more spider friends visit? :^)
 

an email exchange

Part of Session #7 "Garret's visit to the Healing Halls of Morwyn, in Three Oaks"

DMs note: Garret's player wasn't able to make it to this session, so we worked out some of what Garret did via email. The following is adapted from that email exchange. I’m not super-happy with the way I’ve snipped and edited it, so I may edit it some more over the next day or so. (And Garret, feel free to make criticisms and corrections.) *******************************************

The Scene: Late afternoon of May 27th, In Three Oaks

Garret approached his god's temple, the Healing Hall of Morwyn. In front, under the eves of a peaked wooden roof hung the sign of the crystal tear, his god's symbol representing the tears Morwyn shed for her brothers' fratricidal war. The large double-doors stand open, and a guard with Morwyn's colors stands by the door. Garret doesn't recognize him, but the guard sees Garret's tabard and holy symbol and gestures for the halfling to enter.

Inside the darkened hall are several rows of pews, an altar, and many doors leading off to smaller rooms. The area of worship makes up only a part of the entire building. This Hall of Morwyn is not a rich one, but certainly larger and better appropriated than the temple of the Great Church at Eaglesford.

Near the altar stood a woman, simply dressed in a loose white dress and shawl. She had been praying, but upon Garret’s approach she stopped and turned. There is a palpable look of "goodness" around her....she is elven, with long grey hair and a clear face; a young woman in figure, but middle-aged in bearing.

As Garret approached, the woman spoke: "Welcome to the Healing Halls of Morwyn. You are a disciple of hers...a Faithful son of Morwyn, unless I miss my guess. My name is Shinea, and I am the Holy Mother of this temple. What can I do for you?"

The two exchanged greeting and pleasantries, then prayed together for a time. Later, Garret joined Shinea in a side room with Brother Otto, the Faithful Son that had introduced Garret to the faith of Morwyn. Also in the room was another man in Morwyn's colors, an ugly human with black hair, pale eyes, and several nasty-looking scars running down his face and past his shirt-collar. (Garret suspected the man might have orcish blood in him.) The man nods once to Garret as he enters, but his face remains expressionless.

Garret approached his old friend first. "Brother Otto, it is good to see you again, and I am glad to have your counsel as well today." Garret turned to the other gentlemen next, "I do not believe we've met before, sir. I am Brother Garret Flatbottom, of Eaglesford."

As the two shook hands, Shinea spoke: "This is Brother Urag, another faithful son of Morwyn." Brother Urag returned to his seat. His face is stoic, unchanging and unreadable. Shinea went on, "Brother Urag is recently here from travels in the north country in the Lady's service. I am quite glad to have him by my side. Ever since my loss this past year, I have been trying to find Faithful Sons who might share my burden here in Three Oaks."

Brother Otto nods in grim agreement, as Shinea continues, "But this is old news which you have already heard, I am sure.... Tell us what has been happening around Eaglesford! You mentioned before you and I prayed that the restless dead prowl near your home. From where do they come? How have you fared? Your news seems too urgent to stall with idle talk."

Garret said, "While I have not heard yet of your loss, and I'm anxious to hear your tale, I would appreciate you all listening to mine, for both help & guidance if you are able." Garret went on to explain the battles they had had with the restless dead, but he did not broach the subject of the kobolds or their dragon idol.

Both the Holy Mother and Brother Otto expressed concern over the presence of the restless dead. They explained that this is the direct result of the barbaric orcish custom of burying their dead, rather than cremating them. Such a practice, they warn, can only lead to necromancy. Brother Otto, in particular, expressed his out-rage at the Empire allowing this practice to continue. Brother Urag says nothing.

Next Garret described the gold mask and the dragon necklace on the mummy and told them that they would be taking them to Sage Moira for her inspection and advice.

At this, the Holy Mother expressed concern. Apparently "the Sage of the Ruins", as Moira is called, has an unsavory reputation within the religious community in Three Oaks. Shinea warned Garret to be wary of her council ... although the Holy Mother admitted that Moira’s information is probably the most complete and accurate.

Then Shinea and Brother Otto bantered back and forth a bit about the mask and the necklace, but finally admitted that they know little about orcish culture, and can say little about either piece. Orcs, after all, are not a race of the Tree, so little time is spent studying their meager and bloody history. (Brother Urag again remains quiet throughout this exchange.)

Garret then told them of his opinion that the Undead are either being sent or are attracted to something in the northeast farmsteads of Eaglesford as that's the only place they've been found

Shinea said they suspected a powerful necromancer must be behind this....who, though, they could not say. (Brother Urag, of course, just looked even grimmer than before.)

The last necromancer they've heard about was an elvish woman by the name of Ghalele. She had a tower in the north country, about a week’s journey from here. She was defeated and destroyed 3 years ago. Her body was taken by the Great Church for cremation and final rest.

The holy mother agreed that whoever is behind this must be seeking something. "You should find it first." said Brother Otto. "Whatever it is should be found and brought at once to the Temple of Morwyn, here in Three Oaks. Once this has been done, the Holy Mother will consult with the others in our church as to what must be done."

Garret agreed, then explained about the wider troubles at Eaglesford: the dire rat attacks, the giant centipedes, and the goblin raids. Shinea told him that this may be part of a larger picture, as for the past year or two the giants and other barbaric races of the north county have been on the move. Indeed, it was in a defensive action against these barbarians that the Holy Mother lost her protector, the faithful son Brother Salini.

Questions about the Garresh were met by stern warnings from the Holy Mother. She warned that the area might be cursed by the Maker (the god Korak). Brother Otto repeated the well known story of Brother Momont: that Momont, as a neophyte priest of Eaglesford, called down the wrath of Korak on a horde of orcish raiders, and destroyed them. Brother Otto went on to say that Momont, now a leader of Korak’s church here in Three Oaks, is a man that can be trusted.

As the time with the Holy Mother ends, Garret asked, "Are there any messages I can take to Mrs. Faegan or Lord Aelric?"

The Holy Mother said, "Please tell Mrs. Faegan that there is much she and I should discuss. Business has been left undone that should be done. I will visit Eaglesford soon, perhaps before midsummer, with the Lady's grace. In the meantime she should feel free to call on the aid of the Healing Halls of Morwyn sooner, should Lord Aelric ask for it."

"Go in Morwyn's grace, and may her peace be spread through you to all the peoples of the tree."

They bowed, exchanged good-byes, and Garret left the temple.

End of Garret’s part of Session #7
 
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SpaceBaby Industries said:
Not with the special ability perhaps, but I'm sure he can dispense righteous Halfling wrath on evildoers, backed by the might of a riding dog!

"If you can't run with the Big Dogs, then stay on the porch!"

That's what I meant. Really.

Ah, right! Well, right now the only "evildoers" we're plagued with are spiders, spiders and more spiders. They're of various sizes and make different squishing sounds as we wade through them, but I'll keep your well-wishes in mind when our party finds some non-eight-legged badness!

That domain of "something else" sounds pretty flexible. One can only imagine what the granted powers could be as a Cleric.

More seriously, that was one of the more entertaining ways to deal with not recalling the entire set of information that I've read.

It's Gentleness, and I've edited the earlier post. And thanks! I drive my wife nuts (and to embarassment occasionally) looking for a laugh all the time.

Please don't kill her off Nail! Let her live! Do it for the cute baby!

Very cute! I think this means that Rowan's next Animal Companion has to be a Giant Frog or Toad. Whaddya say to that Rowan? :p

And Nail, your post above is a fine edit of our correspondence. Don't be so hard yourself. Take some time off from editing things like that post and figure out where we can find more treasure! :D
 

DrSpunj said:
And Nail, ....(snip)....Take some time off from editing things like that post and figure out where we can find more treasure! :D

Heh, heh, heh.


Anyway........ :D

I've tried writing up the rest of the visit to Three Oaks, but.... well, it somehow morphed into a preamble for the journey away from Three Oaks. Ah well. Funny how writing can turn in unexpected directions, sometimes.

So, dear reader(s), you'll have to deduce what happened during the rest of session #7 through the PCs actions in session #8. Sorry. (shrug)
 

Session #8: "So...what did we get out of that?"
(Session of RL May 15th, 2003)

The adventurers leave Three Oaks on the road for home.

Three Oaks had been an interesting side trip. Thaile had gained her religious surname "Knot-holder" from the House of Darmon, and Garret was finally able to visit the Healing Halls of Morwyn and talk with the Holy Mother there. Riva, of course, had found the best weapon and armor smith in town, and now wore the shiny new results of his visit. (Was that a bit of extra swagger in his step?) Tieran, too, had taken advantage of the opportunity, and now walked with a masterwork quarterstaff. Rowan had met her master's master, the centaur Kaleal - and had even been invited by the red-haired centaur to dinner.

But they had come for more than this; they had come seeking information, and they had found it. Some of it, anyway. Pieces, really....and some seemed to give them even more questions than answers. (Isn't that always the way of things?)

From the Holy Mother Shinea, of Morwyn, and from Kaleal the centaur, the adventurers had learned that the giants, far to the north, had started to stir. Trouble was brewing in the north-country.

From Brother Momont, Wright of the Guildhalls of Korak of Three Oaks, and former priest of Eaglesford, they had learned his version of the events at the Garresh. On that night 17 years ago, he had called on the mercy of Korak to destroy the encamped orcish hordes that would soon raid Eaglesford. He had prayed, a lowly cleric from a tiny hamlet on the edge of civilization, and in the morning, the orcs were gone, only their tents and cook-fires remaining. Other religious leaders, from the House of Darmon and the Healing halls of Morwyn, (although they had not been there to see this miracle) had backed up his story.

From Moira, they had found that the mask was indeed a death mask from some nameless orcish hero, buried near Alderslook some 40 years ago. The necklace, too, was from that same time and place. Apparently the orcs buried their dead in mounds and caves below Alderslook, presumably after their raids on nearby settlements of the Empire. When Rowan had described the dragon idol and its powers (much to her compainion's consternation), Moira was able to tell them that it sounded much older, far older than the Empire. Perhaps it was connected to an ancient cult the orcs followed; The Cult of the Dragon's Eye. Such an idol, she said, would only be found in an ancient tomb of the past civilization that once thrived in this area. It might be cursed, and if so she could remove the curse if they brought it to her. (She even had offered to trade the idol for a magical cloak for Thaile.)

But this information had come at a price. Both Garret and Thaile had been warned, by their religious leaders, that Moira was not to be trusted. (And if Kaleal the centaur disagreed, what of it?) The adventurers had learned first hand why this might be so....her manner was attractive, alluring, but aloof. Somehow, in her presence they felt as if they should tell her everything, and her words sounded simple and reasonable. They left feeling as if they had given far more than they had received.

But all of that was behind them now, as the gates of Three Oaks slipped from view. Farmlands stretched out to either side, and the companions talked as they rode. Thaile had the most to say of their visit.

"I don't trust that Moira, and now I'm beginning to not trust that puny kobold Mulu-kik-yip either! Why do they have that idol? We're pretty sure it's not theirs, right?" She looked around at Garret, who nodded in agreement. "I'm not so sure we need to be 'rescuing' them from the restless dead. I mean, that necromancer shouldn't get the idol, or Moira either, but I'm just not so sure the kobolds should have it."

"But I don't think we should take it from them. Not without provocation and a fair fight," said Riva. "It's the rules of combat, you know. 'To the victor goes the spoils'. If they attacked us, then we'd get their stuff, but if they don't attack us, I don't see that we should take anything from them."

"Right. Of course not. All I'm saying is that I'm not sure we should be risking our lives over this, doing what the kobolds want us to do."

Rowan looked flustered, and spoke up, "But my master said these kobolds are important to the balance. We need to help them. The restless dead will...."

Thaile cut her off, "We need to talk to your master, too. I've got some questions for him about this 'balance' thing you guys keep talking about. I'd like to know what he really thinks about these kobolds."

"We'll be back in Eaglesford soon enough," said Garret, soothingly. "We'll get those questions answered then." Looking at both women, Garret continued, "There are a few things, at least, that the kobolds will have to answer before we'll help them further."

The party continued for an hour or two, and the farms became fewer and farther between. It was mid-afternoon, a warm spring day, and the clouds were skittering across the sky....

.....And that's when Garret and Bavic stumbled into the spider web stretched across the road. (Garret: "Note to self: watch the road instead of clouds while traveling!") Almost at the same time, a spider emerged from the tree tops and hit Riva and his horse with a mass of sticky strands. Riva and the horse were stuck to the spot!

The spider attacked Riva from above, while the raging dwarf desperately (and unsuccessfully) tried to break free of the gooey mess. Tieran moved to shoot with his crossbow, while Thaile moved to help free Garret and Bavic from the other web.

Rowan did her best to calm Riva's horse, and then tried to cast a spell at the spider. But her horse's movements were too much, and her spell was botched.

Finally, after enduring several attacks by the spider, Riva freed himself, and followed one of Tieran's successful crossbow shots with a blow from his great-axe. Parts of the man-sized spider now lay strewn across his horse, his armor, and the road beyond.

The party cleaned themselves up and moved on, eager to get to their home village.

More of Session #8 tomorrow!
 
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I think I should send your daughter a nice big fuzzy-cuddly spider hand-puppet.
Hmm, let me do an inventory here, courtesy of an older brother and her father's sometimes criticized toy buying patterns:

Praying Mantis finger puppet? Check
Scorpion? Check
Poisionous Tree Frog with squeeze driven extending tounge? Check
Scarab Beetle Squeeky toy (goes by the name Horus)? Check
Six legged alien with carapace and antennae (excellent for ease of holding by little ones it turns out) stuffed animal? Check

No Spider hand puppet it seems. I'm sure we could find room in the menagarie. It would fit right in!

Wha'd'ya think, guys? Should Rowan have more spider friends visit? :^)
I'm wondering if my appeal has created the opposite effect. Unless you're suggesting (Druid) Rowan finds several cuddly stuffed Spider toys in her pack. I hear those wacky nature lovers like that sort of thing as a gift, presuming no actual spiders were harmed in the making of the product.

Very cute! I think this means that Rowan's next Animal Companion has to be a Giant Frog or Toad. Whaddya say to that Rowan?
Thanks to both Dr. Spunj and Nail for the cute baby compliments. I am of course extremely biased, but also think she is cute. I certainly suffer a severe circumstance penalty (aka "the Daddy factor" ) when trying to make Will saves versus her "pick me up" or "drop everything and play with me" mind control powers.

You could do much worse than a giant amphibian. Very good for scouting otherwise hard to navigate spots, and there's always the Dreaded Hop Attack for when combat starts.
 

another daily update!...I'm offline for the weekend, so next update on monday!

Session #8: "Old MacDonald had a farm, Eeek! Iiee! Eeek! Iiee! Oww!"

(Session of RL May 15th, 2003)

As the adventurers moved along the road to Eaglesford, the forest around them thickened. The last farm they had past was a mile behind them, and the spider attack a short time ago had put them on edge. So perhaps it's was not surprising that this time they were able to spot the creature running toward them while it was still far away. They drew their weapons in anticipation.

It turned out to be a sturdy-looking human girl, not more than 17, dressed in torn and bloodied clothing. She was running toward them, waving with one arm and yelling, while carrying a small bundle in her other arm. A live chicken, it turned out.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god....you've got to help me!" the girl sobbed. As she ran up to the group they could see her shoulder and legs covered with scratches and wounds. Her left foot and leg was swollen, with two prominent bite marks.

"Spider bites." Riva muttered darkly. He absently touched his recent wounds. Rowan carefully tended to the girl while she gave them her story. Her name was Lissia Longwood, and she and her family had been attacked by spiders early this morning at their farm. She had managed to shut herself in the chicken coop, and had waited in there until only an hour or so ago, when she had finally gotten up enough courage to make a break for it. When she left, she said she had seen webs everywhere, and no sign of her folks or brothers or sisters.

"So, how many spiders were there?" asked Thaile.

"Oh, there were lots of them! Forty or fifty, at least....and some of them were this big!" Lissia stretched her arms as wide as they could go, while the adventurers looked on in amazement. "Some of them might have been even bigger than that!"

Garret started to laugh, then choked it down to an amazed smile. "You said there were how many? 40 to 50? Oh boy. And you need us to help, and save your family and your farm?"

The girl nodded emphatically, accidentally knocking off one of the bandages Rowan was wrapping her with. Lissia looked from face to face among the party. "You're adventurers, right? This is the sort of thing you can do, right?"

Thaile smiled and shook her head. "We had trouble with just four spiders, only a few days ago. And lots of trouble with just one, back there," Thaile pointed back up the road to Three Oaks. "But with that many....We're really in for it, aren't we?" Thaile looked from Garret, to Tieran, and back to Garret again.

"Maybe," Riva responded, standing on the road. "But I look at it this way." Riva gave a test swing with his axe through the air in front of him. "My great axe needs more spider-splitting practice."

Lissia nodded and smiled at the dwarf in awed wonder. Behind her, the rest of the party just shook their heads.

An adventurer's work is never.....

More of Session #8 to come: Riva gets the battle(s) he's always wanted!!
 
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