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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Karma Kollapse" data-source="post: 7224517" data-attributes="member: 6693505">GM's Note: I was really worried the Bleak Golem would be too difficult in this adventure, so gave the Skyseer some hints via a dream about what they could be up against. They managed to click that a Cleric could be useful on this one. Also the players got very lost after meeting Gale and the Dragonborn, so to get the party on the right track I let them have plenty of evidence at the end of the warehouse encounter.The Bleak Golem fight turned out to be really fun, and the cleric NPC has since evolved into a drop-in PC character.---Adventure #2 - The Dying Skyseer"Warehouse of Woe"In a dirty back-street Alley in Parity Lake,  the party lay in wait.   Maisie sat behind some barrels, nervously fiddled with her Ukelelie and glanced across at Gideon who squatted sword in hand on the other side of the alley. He nodded back at her and resumed his watch from the shadows on the far end of the passage.  Tobal sat on Knuck around a corner, trying to stop the twitchy bird from making too much noise. Up on the roof of a building to one side of the alley, Regan and Murdoch crouched, weapons at the ready.    After what seemed a lifetime, from the far end of the alley the unmistakable forms of the two Dragonborn they had encountered earlier at Secombes factory came into view. They were chatting quietly and did not notice their danger until it was upon them.   With a shout, Gideon hurled himself forward, sword swinging and from around the far end of the alley came charging a fearsome half-bird, half-gnome Behemoth of Doom.   Unphased,  though slightly surprised, the leading Dragonborn opened his jaws and blasted a wave of flame towards his attackers.   Gideons armour heated up uncomfortably and  Maisie sunk down behind her barrels nursing severely singed eyebrows.   Knuck stopped in his tracks, feathers burnt back to stubs, the gnome/bird juggernaut reduced to something that resembled a badly-plucked and semi-barbecued chicken.   Up on the roof, where it was a little cooler, Regan and Murdoch unloaded as much leaden death as they could into the two  Dragonborn.   As they reeled from the impact, Tobal recovered himself and countered Fire by summoning a grey-black thundercloud over the lead Dragonborns head.   Initial results were disappointing as the billowing cloud failed to release the hoped for Thunderbolt and instead let drop a light drizzle of rain that steamed slightly off the Dragonborns snout,  which was still jetting flame.  The party got their act together, Tobals cloud at last unleashed a particularly loud and powerful bolt of lightening and some well placed pistol shots and sword blows brought the Dragonborn to their knees.They were transported back to RHC HQ and locked up.  Knowing that their future was bleak, the Dragonborn blabbed all they knew in return for escaping public execution for their crimes.It seemed that though they never actually met their employers, all instructions came via Courier from the environs of Cauldron Hill.  Gale was indeed innocent as she had insisted.  Advance warning was given of an impending attack on another warehouse in the factory district and the party made plans to get there first. Tobal, attempting to sleep off the after effects of being on the business end of a dragonoid flame-thrower, had another of his unsettling visions.   They were going to have to deal with a situation involving men in white coats and something that only the power of love and life could affect.   Ruling out the possibility that Tobal was imminently going to be locked up in a Flint Sanitorium,  the party reasoned that they would soon be confronted by mad scientists and some Undead monstrosity.They were only half right.When they arrived at the Warehouse pointed out to them by the Dragonborn,  they came across a group of semi-corporeal Scientists frantically collecting papers and files from the office and an unquestionably not Undead mass of steel and fury otherwise known as a Golem.   The party had enlisted the help of one of Gales' fey Clerics so they could sit back and watch him vanquish with ease all the undead filth they expected to encounter.   The Cleric turned to them and raised a questioning eyebrow as the Golem thundered towards them across the Warehouse floor. Regan and Murdoch set off along a raised gangway to intercept the increasingly panicky scientists.  The two flasks of Holy Water that Regan hurled at the Golem (because he had nothing better  to do with them) smashed harmlessly across its shoulders and gave the black armour a nice sheen.   Bullets and swords bounced ineffectively off the Golems steel plating, until Gideon and the Cleric gave up being aggressive and graciously cast healing spells on their slightly dented opponent. The spells were refreshingly destructive, causing the Golem to transform into a less powerful metal monstrosity and to release from its interior the trapped souls of men and women that seemed to be powering it.   After clubbing the Cleric unconscious, the reduced Golem attempted to flee towards a portal that had opened in the office.  En-route to the Office, Regan had turned back to fire useless shots at the Golem while Murdoch had carried on alone.  As Murdoch burst into the paper strewn room, one of the Scientists had already fled through a portal that had appeared.  The others were easily overpowered and lay twitching on the floor.  Murdochs  grin at his easy victory rapidly transformed into a choking horror as he saw the Golem crashing through barrels and boxes towards him.  He carefully closed the Office door,  lent a filing cabinet against its flimsy wooden frame, adjusted his cuffs  and hoped the Golem would politely stop and knock before entering.   Thankfully Murdochs makeshift barrier was never tested as the Golem was blasted and lovingly healed to destruction before it even got close.The captured scientists spilt the beans on everything they could.   There was a lot of Witch Oil involved, a lot of hushed Bleak Gate references and details of an experiment to produce exploding cats.  One other  thing that came to light was a letter detailing the various Witch Oil related plots signed with the initials RM.  Since this referenced the Manor 'Witch Oil Reservoir' at Cauldron Hill, the initials RM belonged to Reed McBannin the Nettles District Mayor and steward of said hill, at whose home the party had already met a suspicious looking courier referenced earlier by the captured Dragonborn,  a particularly fat finger of suspicion was pointed the Mayors way.   The party resolved to pay him a visit.</blockquote>

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