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| - | ==== V3 Session Three -- 21 August 2009 -- "Scepter Tower of Spellgard" | + | ==== V3 Session Three -- 21 August 2009 -- "The Arena Mob" ==== |
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| - | //Note: This adventure comes from the module " | + | === August, 1119 === |
| - | === September, 1119 === | + | On advice from [[Tissa]]' |
| + | Badis from an arcane assassin at the Arena in Aylal. | ||
| - | Discuss recent events with Himion and Badis. | + | The assassin reveals little about who sent him, preferring |
| - | the master | + | his master. |
| - | of Spellgard -- including the [[kuryon|" | + | |
| - | After hearing | + | Badis imports goods from a dwarven merchant named Thurr Gargengrim. |
| - | disappeared, | + | lucrative imports is a popular |
| - | respects | + | at the ancient ruined city of " |
| - | that " | + | malevolent force began occupying |
| - | + | activated | |
| - | On the way, the party are ambushed by a pack of Kobolds -- who put up a good | + | investigation quickly led to some powerful people |
| - | fight, but go down in the end (with only one escaping into an underground | + | is that someone is trying |
| - | tunnel). | + | |
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| - | When Imbo reaches the campsite of the Darano, he says that they must have | + | |
| - | numbered in the tens; the camp was in shambles, but not as if there had been a | + | |
| - | huge fight or flight from there. | + | |
| - | his eyes soften. | + | |
| - | knees, and begins what you assume is a rite for the dead. It turns out to be a | + | |
| - | poem, and all who listen are entranced.((Diplomacy Roll = 25)) | + | |
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| - | ----- | + | |
| - | Prayer for the lost\\ | + | |
| - | Imbo Grassfeather, | + | |
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| - | // When your soul slips into the formless grey\\ | + | |
| - | whisper Her name and follow the light\\ | + | |
| - | feel the love and feel the warmth\\ | + | |
| - | of Avandra' | + | |
| - | \\ | + | |
| - | Kegs never empty, dancers never tire\\ | + | |
| - | the hunters find prey in the hills\\ | + | |
| - | Just beyond, a city fair\\ | + | |
| - | with roofs, and shadows and Marks\\ | + | |
| - | \\ | + | |
| - | She shall give you what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard\\ | + | |
| - | what no hand has touched and what has not come to be\\ | + | |
| - | simply know that joy exists\\ | + | |
| - | Under Amandra' | + | |
| - | ----- | + | |
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| - | [Imbo stands and whispers "All speed -- save me a flagon of stout"] | + | |
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| - | He turns to the group: | + | |
| - | a cleared path that seems to lead towards the ramparts) is our route. Are we | + | |
| - | ready? | + | |
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| - | ^ # ^ Challenge ^ XP ^ | + | ^ # ^ Challenge |
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| - | ^ ^ Total XP (each) ^ | + | | 1 | Human Mage | Artillery/4 | 175 | |
| + | ^ Total XP ^^^ 575 ^ | ||
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