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-==== @v3session03@ ====
+==== V3 Session Three -- 21 August 2009 -- "The Arena Mob" ====
-After hearing from Hearing from Allendi (the master of the monastery) that the Hobbit clan Durano had, to a man, disappeared.  Over recent times, Allendi says "something" has moved in to the northern ramparts.  Singlemindedly, Imbo states that this must be investigated.
-Kobolds show up and die like the useless lizards they are.  One escapes underground.
+[[v3session02|(Previous Session)]] [[v3#session_notes|(Back to V3 Index)]] [[v3session04|(Next Session)]]
-When Imbo reaches the campsite of the Durano, 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.  Taking in the scene, Imbo's jaw tightens, but his eyes soften.  He tosses a handful of grass into the air, and drops to his 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)
+=== August, 1119 ===
+On advice from [[Tissa]]'s cousin, Himion, the party saves the smuggler merchant
+Badis from an arcane assassin at the Arena in Aylal.
-Prayer for the lost
+The assassin reveals little about who sent him, preferring to die rather than betray
-Imbo Grassfeather, Op. 1
+his master.  However, Himion and Badis piece together the following story:
-<i>When your soul slips into the formless grey
+Badis imports goods from a dwarven merchant named Thurr Gargengrim.  One of the most
-whisper Her name and follow the light
+lucrative imports is a popular (and expensive) whiskey produced by monks, who live
-feel the love and feel the warmth
+at the ancient ruined city of "Spellgard".  Recently, these monks reported that a
-of Avandra's smile
+malevolent force began occupying the ruins.  Fearing for his lucrative trade, Badis
+activated his network of spies to find out who was behind this occupation.  His
+investigation quickly led to some powerful people in [[Idus]].  The next thing he knows
+is that someone is trying to kill him.
-Kegs never empty, dancers never tire
+==== ====
-the hunters find prey in the hills
+^ # ^ Challenge ^  Type  ^  XP  ^
-Just beyond, a city fair
+|  1  | Angry Mob  |  Brute/5  |  200  |
-with roofs, and shadows and Marks
+|  1  | Ogre Umbral Savage  |  Brute/5  |  200  |
+|  1  | Human Mage  |  Artillery/4  |  175  |
+^  Total XP ^^^  575  ^
+^  (7 PCs) ^^^  82  ^
-She shall give you what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard
+[[v3session02|(Previous Session)]] [[v3#session_notes|(Back to V3 Index)]] [[v3session04|(Next Session)]]
-what no hand has touched and what has not come to be
-simply know that joy exists
-Under Amandra's grace</i>*
-[Imbo stands and whispers "All speed---save me a flagon of stout"]
-He turns to the group:  "Many have died, but not all--that path (he points to a cleared path that seems to lead towards the ramparts) is our route.  Are we ready?
-*Oin is confused by Imbo's prayer---it was as if it were a cleric spell, but no Divine Power came from him.
-Oh, and we're like all second level and stuff.