Global events (23 June 2016)
Events occuring the 20 days before the session

Events over the past 20 days:

  • Invintus Excavit has, from some encouragement from his family, started training as a war mage in the ‘Vizatha Military Academy of Arcanists’. He has promise, and is expected that he will be accepted into one of the houses.
  • Ships have started leaving the ports of eastern Esseand for the new world. Many other nations across Tieranne are following suit.
  • House Sigilus (with some support) has been openly making paths to ‘uplift’ the Ellonites and show them the benefits of Hellonian culture.
  • Esseanian enterprises (but not Zaria) have been in talks with Ellonite enterprises for a train system.
  • Vallinese duchies, dominions and city states have been politically tense. Mostly disagreements on land borders.
  • A several elven garden lords have died over the past couple of weeks. Most elven nations are mourning as a sign of respect.
  • The Xernon thieves’ guild has a few interesting shipments over the past week (the week before training finished). Bit too expensive though.
  • Word is spreading in the upper class that Fort Kreapt may soon be depleted, and people are worrying about their investments in the region.
Adventure Notes: 02-June-2016
Notes on what has happened so far

Gimble shot one of the eight robed dragonborn who were carrying a half-orc from his home.

Shalev and Novus scouted ahead to see where the dragonborn were heading to. Found themselves at a set of train tracks.

The drgonborn used a torch to slow (!) time to enable them to get on board a freight train.

Shalev and Novus just hopped on the last carriage. It was a nobles’ passenger carriage. The use of such a carriage on a primarily freight train is a human thing. Most other races either have freight or passenger, not both. The use of a ‘terminal passenger’ carriage is meant for nobles who need rapid transport with little notice.

The train was from an enterprise owned by one of Novus’ Esseanian cousins, Zaria Excavit. Her logo is on the train, and the family sigil on a couple of the carriages.

Dragonborn were bleeding the half-orc into a jar. Blood seems to be of use to them, but the half-orc claims that, “it is not in his blood”.

A couple of the dragonborn seemed to notice the two sneaking about. Didn’t mind their presence.

The conductor was in the front carriage – his office. Was paid extra (45 PP) for let any non-paying passengers on-board. Tried to defend for them by claiming that he would deal with them through authority, but failed.

The next stop was Xernon.

Gimble’s workshop was looted, but the fire was more focused towards certain areas (i.e. not everything was burned down). Designs were taken, and his safe was taken from underneath (!).

Trip back to the thieves road to meet with Lanfear’s contact for any information on what has happened. The contact was trying to ask an information dealer out but failing.

Money was paid to the dealer and she mentioned that it was unusual that a guild member (Gimble) seemed intelligent but didn’t see it happening. Circle of Basul and reluctantly Orthonys were given as clues.

Orthonys’ influence is better seen in larger cities with the tagline, “guiding you to a technological renaissance”.

The trip back was fours days for Shalev and Novus. The leads both led to Xernon and the group decided to hire a carriage there.

Travel was two weeks, passing one of the hidden roads to an elven garden and a night encounter with a couple of owlbears.

Once the party entered Xernon, party members split up to try and acquaint themselves… and get some training in. Used the front gate or inn as a meeting spot.

The Stoatsvale Fire
A recount of events from Gimble's perspective

My Grandfather passed the workshop down to me, just as his grandfather passed the workshop down to him. We have been in Stoatsvale for four generations. My great-great grandfather came here (though I do not remember where from) over 200 years ago to share the great engineering creations of our people with the people of this town. Ever since I was a child I loved to listen to stories about many different kinds of amazing engineering mechanisms and machines that existed before the Turning. I have always dreamed of restoring some of that technology to to the world which we live in now, until my workshop was destroyed by red dragons.

I was working on trying to solve the problem of automatic gun reloading (which before the turning was known as semi-automatic gun). Solving this problem would have meant a huge payout from the Engineering Guild. The sky outside turned red, which wasn’t too strange and unexpected for a city where people commonly practiced their magic. I knew something was wrong when I heard people screaming and the town warning bell ringing. I grabbed my pack and gun (which I always keep read just as my father taught me) and ran out of my workshop to find shelter. Just as I escaped a red dragon swooped down and burned the living sparks out of my workshop building. As I was running I was grabbed by a shady, though friendly person, who said “Lets get out of here”. That person was Lanfear as I found out later.

As we ran we bumped into a tall blue lady, and another shady looking lady with red daggers. They introduced themselves as Nerissa and Shalev. Shalev said she knew a way out of the city below the street level. We jumped down into the drain and before we knew it we were on what is known as the thieves road. Much to my overwhelming joy I found Novus my friend, but he was not himself. I suspect that he saw something terrible. I told him to write down what he saw in hopes that it would help him to come to terms with what has happened to him. He claims to not remember anything during this time. We made our way out of the burning city on the thieves road and found ourselves at a near by village. Novus was burnt all over and was hanging by a thread, so we needed to get him some help. We ran up to one of the huts and we were greeted by a Half Orc who recommended a nearby halfling to heal Novus’ burns. We arrived at the halfling’s home and we were treated as royalty. I think the halfling’s god requires him to treat strangers with the highest hospitality. Anyway, the halfling, who was a healer, managed to heal Novus’ burns and he came to. He did not remember anything except that his family was dead, but he did not want to talk about that.

Outside we saw some hooded figures who Novus seemed to recognize approach the hut that we were first at where the half orc lived. They killed his wife before his (and our) eyes and dragged him off.

The Decimation of Stoatsvale
Gimble made me write this...

Gimble told me that I should record the events of that day. While I don’t see the point in recounting the events, they replay in my mind over and over anyway. It was a time of festival in Stoatsvale and this meant crime was in full swing.

I waited for the message from the watch commander to come in which of course it did. Upon arrival at the watchtower, I was immediately beset by the commander. A dull conversation as always but it would turn out to be my last with him. I noticed during his explanation that the sky had changed red.

My mind reeled, removing all the possible reasons until one terrible truth was in my mind. A bonfire was coming. I left upon this realisation, and moved as fast as possible to the noble district. Where my family had residence. Halfway home the town realised what I had already deduced, this meant a mass panic ran rampant in the streets. The dragons burned the walls of the city, Stoatsvale was wreathed in flame.

I was about to reach my family home when an ancient red Dragon flew over my head, clawed an opening in the side of my home and burned my world. Emotions overtook me as I rushed inside. Running up the stairs I saw the charred remains of my family, lying in horror as they burned.

I wouldn’t let my family be desecrated any further. I picked up the corpses of my family and rushed down the the stairs with them burning in my arms. I dropped them in the streets outside our burning home, looking at the contorted faces posed in anguish I blacked out.

When I awoke I was in a strange house outside the city. Apparently I had led a company of people to this place for me to get medical care. I was lucky enough to be in this halflings care, my burns have healed although the scars remain.

Looking out the window I saw a familiar band of men going towards a house across the street. I recalled who they were once they reached the door. This group were in the city while it burned, I must have only just saw them on my sprint. They are connected somehow. I left to see what they were doing.

I exited the door to see them break down the door of the house they were outside. Then I watched as they killed a human woman who I can only assume was the wife of the half orc because of the rage he flew into afterwards.

He knocked down probably two of the men before they got the better of him. They didn’t kill the half orc, unusual but what was even more so was the fact that the men dragged the half orc with them.

All the people I knew in Stoatsvale: Family, Friends, Citizens, Criminals. They are all gone. All that’s left is the party of people I am with. My world has been shattered. The people who brought this destruction will be brought to justice by my hands. I will not rest, I will not falter, I will not fail. We will stop those who brought the decimation of Stoatsvale.


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