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<blockquote data-quote="Keht" data-source="post: 5619612" data-attributes="member: 6678799"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]Your boots squash with fetid water as you plod through the Puddles. A thick fog hangs in the air, seeming almost to caress the flesh with an unnatural chill. As you stand outside the Soggy Piper in a foot and a half of brackish brine, you try to recall that which was so damned important to demand your presence in the half flooded slum during Absalom’s rainy season. You remember your meeting at the Lodge just a few hours earlier with your Venture-Captain, Adril Hestram. [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]A bear of a man with only a few teeth remaining in his head, he motioned you into the meeting hall with a casual wave of his grizzled hand. The human captain outweighs most of Absalom’s half-orcs, and though a layer of beefy blubber coats his frame, those of you who have tangled with him in the Lodge sparring ring know that beneath this thin veneer of fat lies nothing but solid, steely sinew. Adril’s wild beard wags to the ponderous shake of his massive head as he examines a scrap of ancient parchment on the table before raising his eyes to greet your gaze and speaking: [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]“Come in then, friends, and thank you for answering my summons so swiftly. The society is in need. An old and quite penniless historian, a bespectacled wag-beard by the name of Yargos Gill has recently made a discovery in an old archive that we have a great interest in obtaining: an ancient codebook, left behind in the wake of one of Taldor’s many failed attempts at invasion. This several-hundred-year-old text would prove an excellent addition to our collection, and must be preserved. [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]“Yargos makes his home in ‘The Puddles,’ Absalom’s poorest district, suffering from a well-known reputation as a haven for lowlifes. Following an earthquake ten years ago, parts of the Puddles now rest below sea level, resulting in frequent and untimely flooding. Those who can afford not to live there—don’t. [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]“The district is the stomping ground of pimps, harlots, addicts, knifers, and hoards of unseemly derelicts. It’s never been a kind place, but recent reports reveal some new nameless terror on her waterlogged streets. Several persons claim to have seen cloaked, skeletal-like figures marching through an unnatural fog. Ill tidings indeed. Tracking down Yargos is now a priority—--lest some yellow-toothed thug cut him down, or one of these strange wraiths carry him beyond the pale. Find him, fellow Pathfinders, and find the codebook. Your exploits will be recorded in the Chronicles if you succeed.” [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]The memory fades as a fresh deluge of cold seawater rounds a bend in the lane and assaults your knees. After searching for Yargos at his favorite eatery, the Soggy Piper, you learned you just missed him. According to the Piper’s staff, a gang of dangerous young tattooed toughs arrived ahead of you. They grabbed Yargos and several of his friends from their dinner table and dragged them to a nearby cliff at the edge of the Puddle District. The watch was called, but they will arrive too late, as they often do in the Puddles, when they bother to venture there at all. [/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]It is early evening, the first Wealday of the month of Desnus, an old man is about to face some awful fate at the sea cliff known as Torsen’s Maw, and you are no closer to finding the codebook Adril sent you for.[/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]<u><em><strong>ACT 1: The Drowning Depths</strong></em></u>[/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span> <span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">[FONT=&quot]Six brash young toughs covered with tattoos of vicious, snarling dogs are prodding four terrified older men off the edge of a cliff into the sea. The prisoners are shackled together in a line with heavy chains, which shall surely drag them to the sea floor in short order should they tumble from the cliff’s edge into the churning waters below.[/FONT]</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">[GM]Roll Initiative, State First Round Actions, make any separate rolls that would be needed!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Current view of battlefield</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><img src="https://2701191782004650758-a-1802744773732722657-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/kehtfls/enworld-pbp/pfs-01-sd-07-11-2011/maps/A1R1.gif?attachauth=ANoY7cprarRopGWUVhKXIbFvZCIZXsns3yl0lgY4iu-ZJbSr4CckXiaLiyI1TDDyVUoO5cNcAD4suExDAz_ls1b3Q09oPrTLgHk2KA-ZjHGaao3MWgbxvhHWH7foGxcNBuc_YZU3zA4CI33QaZHnwy7wvNe5v1Dqmez_B9Nu-NoQ3y8mCBEdpOIPT9ZMxoUYb8VROwj9XzcyKB3F9yd1utX-83gd0SL6plCq6LuteSK996kh8n2BXf4%3D&attredirects=0" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /><img src="http://fms.kdonohue.com/openrpg/kyle/pfs/a1r1.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">[/GM]</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Keht, post: 5619612, member: 6678799"] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]Your boots squash with fetid water as you plod through the Puddles. A thick fog hangs in the air, seeming almost to caress the flesh with an unnatural chill. As you stand outside the Soggy Piper in a foot and a half of brackish brine, you try to recall that which was so damned important to demand your presence in the half flooded slum during Absalom’s rainy season. You remember your meeting at the Lodge just a few hours earlier with your Venture-Captain, Adril Hestram. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]A bear of a man with only a few teeth remaining in his head, he motioned you into the meeting hall with a casual wave of his grizzled hand. The human captain outweighs most of Absalom’s half-orcs, and though a layer of beefy blubber coats his frame, those of you who have tangled with him in the Lodge sparring ring know that beneath this thin veneer of fat lies nothing but solid, steely sinew. Adril’s wild beard wags to the ponderous shake of his massive head as he examines a scrap of ancient parchment on the table before raising his eyes to greet your gaze and speaking: [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]“Come in then, friends, and thank you for answering my summons so swiftly. The society is in need. An old and quite penniless historian, a bespectacled wag-beard by the name of Yargos Gill has recently made a discovery in an old archive that we have a great interest in obtaining: an ancient codebook, left behind in the wake of one of Taldor’s many failed attempts at invasion. This several-hundred-year-old text would prove an excellent addition to our collection, and must be preserved. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]“Yargos makes his home in ‘The Puddles,’ Absalom’s poorest district, suffering from a well-known reputation as a haven for lowlifes. Following an earthquake ten years ago, parts of the Puddles now rest below sea level, resulting in frequent and untimely flooding. Those who can afford not to live there—don’t. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]“The district is the stomping ground of pimps, harlots, addicts, knifers, and hoards of unseemly derelicts. It’s never been a kind place, but recent reports reveal some new nameless terror on her waterlogged streets. Several persons claim to have seen cloaked, skeletal-like figures marching through an unnatural fog. Ill tidings indeed. Tracking down Yargos is now a priority—--lest some yellow-toothed thug cut him down, or one of these strange wraiths carry him beyond the pale. Find him, fellow Pathfinders, and find the codebook. Your exploits will be recorded in the Chronicles if you succeed.” [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]The memory fades as a fresh deluge of cold seawater rounds a bend in the lane and assaults your knees. After searching for Yargos at his favorite eatery, the Soggy Piper, you learned you just missed him. According to the Piper’s staff, a gang of dangerous young tattooed toughs arrived ahead of you. They grabbed Yargos and several of his friends from their dinner table and dragged them to a nearby cliff at the edge of the Puddle District. The watch was called, but they will arrive too late, as they often do in the Puddles, when they bother to venture there at all. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]It is early evening, the first Wealday of the month of Desnus, an old man is about to face some awful fate at the sea cliff known as Torsen’s Maw, and you are no closer to finding the codebook Adril sent you for.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="][U][I][B]ACT 1: The Drowning Depths[/B][/I][/U][/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=White][FONT="]Six brash young toughs covered with tattoos of vicious, snarling dogs are prodding four terrified older men off the edge of a cliff into the sea. The prisoners are shackled together in a line with heavy chains, which shall surely drag them to the sea floor in short order should they tumble from the cliff’s edge into the churning waters below.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=3] [GM]Roll Initiative, State First Round Actions, make any separate rolls that would be needed! Current view of battlefield [IMG]https://2701191782004650758-a-1802744773732722657-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/kehtfls/enworld-pbp/pfs-01-sd-07-11-2011/maps/A1R1.gif?attachauth=ANoY7cprarRopGWUVhKXIbFvZCIZXsns3yl0lgY4iu-ZJbSr4CckXiaLiyI1TDDyVUoO5cNcAD4suExDAz_ls1b3Q09oPrTLgHk2KA-ZjHGaao3MWgbxvhHWH7foGxcNBuc_YZU3zA4CI33QaZHnwy7wvNe5v1Dqmez_B9Nu-NoQ3y8mCBEdpOIPT9ZMxoUYb8VROwj9XzcyKB3F9yd1utX-83gd0SL6plCq6LuteSK996kh8n2BXf4%3D&attredirects=0[/IMG][IMG]http://fms.kdonohue.com/openrpg/kyle/pfs/a1r1.gif[/IMG] [/GM][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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