Tonight we find a meet a man with a weird curse, a tunic of torment of some kind. But there is more than the story of a ratty old cursed tunic and a man down on his luck this week. There is something more, deeper and more disturbing.
So grab your wards, etch some sigils as there’s something foul in tonight’s adventure!
The party rush to the aid of a man who stumbled into the tavern. Dressed in ratty clothes and covered in mud and worse he begs for help as he is being chased by a demon. As the party investigate the plot thickens when the man is later found to be screaming in pain. He is cursed to wear his tatty clothes or the demon appears and starts to kill him.
A tunic of torment, a mystery and, apparently, a strange cure is all that is required for the party to seize the day here. But rarely are these things that simple.
Tunic of Torment
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The party sad down in the Penitent’s Larder, a tavern very different to its name sake that was loud, boisterous and had enough gambling to sate anyone’s vices. Luckily the tavern keeper, Goya, was a large goliath and she took no quarter when enforcing the rules of her tavern.
As she stood behind the bar and cleaned some large carving knives she chatted happily to the party of adventurers who had booked our a room for a night, or two. As they shared with her the tales of their adventures she happily joined into their conversation, enquiring about details that betrayed the image of the tavernkeeper.
As Goya was explaining the only way to sneak up upon a black dragon before she stopped mid sentence and looked towards the front of the building. The party listened and looked towards where Goya was watching. Slowly the room fell silent as the sound of shouting could be heard.
‘Help!’ is all they heard first, so faintly that they thought it was a trick of their mind, except for the rest of the patrons reacting to it. ‘Help me! It’s going to get me!’ the voice called out again, this time closer and louder as the party stood regretting handing over their weapons to Goya before sitting down for the meal and drink.
The door to the Penitent’s Larder burst open as a man stumbled in. His tunic was torn with large holes in it with large bruises revealed underneath. The front of his tunic was covered in mud and vomit and he shivered as the cold wind outside snatched at him.
‘Help me.’ he said as he fell to the ground, the door closing behind him slowly. His back had several claw marks raked across his back. As he lay there shivering a loud crash could be heard from outside the building. Rushing outside and leaving them an in the care of Goya the party found several barrels rolling down the rough road after being tipped off a wagon.
Try as they might they could not find what had caused the barrels to fall except for a set of foot prints that could’ve been from anyone. Returning back to the Penitent’s Larder they found it largely empty, the savaged man ruining the mood for several of the patrons it seems. A sudden scream from the back room broke the silence and rushing towards the sound they saw Goya nursing a broken lip.
‘The man lashed out when I went to change his shirt with something cleaner.’ she added looking at their faces. The man in question was bleeding from several new cuts that had appeared on his arm and chest, staining the shirt.
‘No, no, no. You mustn’t take it off. The demon gets angry when it comes off and it hurts me.’ the man said.
‘I saw no demon, just the wounds appearing. It cut through fabric and skin easily.’ Goya said as she looked critically around the room and the party. The very real wounds continued to bleed for a few more minutes before sealing but despite the party and Goyas best attempts, they were not linked to any demon lurking around.
Thanks for dropping by for another week of adventure. This week we have a strange one starting us off so don’t forget that each day this week I will continue to expand this adventure further. So don’t forget to come back for the rest of this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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