The Chaotic Tower

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Dresmandae’s Tower

As the adventurers walk through the door they look around the hallway and wonder why they are here. The pang of metallic taste hit them first as if they had bitten their tongue but nothing hurt. Looking around they remember walking along a road before a storm broke out. During the storm they saw lightning strike a stark white tower as if it was drawn to the stone structure. But they don’t remember making their way there or walking through the door. Looking behind them the door frame to where they were was gone.

Panic set in before they looked to one another, each one of them was wearing different clothing or armour. Well to be more exact, their fine clothes or gear looked like it had been trudged through a dungeon. Walking down the hall they turned to the right, knowing the door was unlocked and beyond that there was a place to sit and rest. Surely enough the pang of Déjà vu rang as they knew where everything was. Something wasn’t right here and they were all sure this wasn’t the first time they had been in this room. They even anticipated the orc rushing at them through the door.

But even as they fought the confused and dazed looking orc images, memories flashed before their eyes of a human or gnoll or kobold attacking them in the same room in the same confused frenzied state… Something really wasn’t right.

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The Source of Revelry

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Dornsbury

The town of Dornsbury has a long and intertwined connection with the Fey of Safthold forest. Early when the town was trying to take root and make something of the harsh land around it the people were failing. The land they were trying to grow their crops in was not fit, the materials they had brought to build a new village were too few or rotten why they got there. Extinction of the village looked like the only option even before it truly began. However two fey from the woods approached them and helped the settlers. Giving them some trees of the forest under the promise they would not take more than they needed. 

Soon the people began to settle in and they gave thanks to the fey of the forest. 

To this day they have kept their bargain and give thanks to the creatures and the two fey that saved them. However it seems like something has changed within the forest. The village has begun to be raided and every night a new business or house is ransacked with the food and drink taken and the insides ruined beyond salvation.

Finnegans Tavern

Entering the tavern they were greeted by three things. Firstly, the presence of many city guards in the room, some talking to an older man behind the bar, some moving around the inn. Secondly, The sheer amount of broken bottles, chairs, stoops and even tables that were being piled into the middle of the room by the guards and a few helpers, including what appeared to be a half-fey. And lastly, the pungent smell of alcohol and vomit that seemed to come from not only the floors but the walls and ceiling too. 

Whatever had gone on here the night before was going to be a massive clean-up.

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The Fox in the Snow

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The Fox in the Snow

While waiting for a patch of bad weather to pass the party is approached by Harry Panscythe. Harry is looking to move some goods and himself from Joanhaven to Foresithe and he offers good pay for an escort. 

However the party has also heard rumours of bandit attacks on the road far from normal. A pack of Lycanthropes have begun to target carriages and wagons on the road. The party may have to defend their employer from lycanthropes so they will need to ensure they are ready for anything.

The Seventh Swallow

The Seventh Swallow, a drinking hall known for not only its hearty mead and ales but also its fresh game pies is where we find our party. Passing through Joanhaven they managed to secure lodgings in the town as a winter blizzard struck. With nothing else to do they have stayed warm, entertained and merry at the town’s famous tavern.

But as the weather has begun to clear a remarkably plain man enters and offers one hundred Gold pieces to people who could escort him and his goods safely to Foresithe, a city that is two days’ travel from here.

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Squires Folly

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The Lazy Boar Inn

Fresh from one adventure the party decide to head through Larkem and rest. Sitting down at a highly recommended tavern, the Lazy Boar Inn, they are surprised when they appear to be the talk of the townsfolk.

Larkem is a comfortable half-way township that is between larger inland cities and a large port that acts like a gateway. Because of this they have set up an outpost for squires moving from the keeps along the coast and the main cities.

This means that there is a large population of squires and knights in the city of Larkem. Many of the squires in the Lazy Boar Inn are talking about rumours, and in particular a certain one. Nearby, about a day’s travel, the small Farming village of Fedurke was attacked recently. A large beast destroyed a barn, killed and ate nearly the entire flock of sheep and several horses. 

The squires are going to go and hunt the beast as a sign of their coming knighthood. Some even approach the adventurers to ask for advice.

The hunt begins

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The Stones of Deepgrove

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Despite their best efforts the last few adventures of the party were for naught. They had failed or had met a disappointing reward on the last few jobs. Their end goals were seeming to be drifting onwards to the realm of impossible as the means to attain their goals drifted further away. 

However, that is before they heard of the Guildmaster of Varendeep. The rumours around the taverns and mercenary groups is that he had a near impossible task. One that many had attempted and failed over the years. However the prize was a ring of wishing. With such an artefact anyone’s dreams or goals were attainable.

The City of Varendeep

The Break Spot

The low waterfall created a rich, aerated water that was refreshing and pure. As the party filled their canteens and quenched their thirst they noticed the currents in this part of the river must be flowing from the waterfall stronger.

A few large swaths of lakeweed and debris were floating across the lake and some were even heading towards them.

However after a moment the party noticed the ones moving towards them were moving faster and more direct. As they stumbled back from the riverbank, scaled humanoid shapes rushed forward from the lake, spears, crude clubs and shields fashioned from animal parts. 
The Lizardfolk were a vicious and ferocious people and the party appeared to be on their menu.

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Putting the Con in Contest

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The games available at the Finchford Festival were varied and all were done in a spectacular way. A test for athletics and acrobatics in which local thieves guild members paid close attention to potential future members. An archery contest for those swift with a bow or crossbow. A jousting and horsemanship competition for those trained with beast and weapon and several others. 

However everyone knew that the real draw card was the Contest of Martial Champions. One where the prize was double of the others combined with the potential for long lasting contracts with mercenary guilds or even personal bodyguard positions being offered to participants who can demonstrate their skill.

The Contest of Martial Champions

The party watched the duel occurring on the main field at the moment. Sue Shawkaft was currently fighting a hulking goliath known only only as Butcher. of the white sands. The Goliath was strong but Sue was fast and managed to deflect the mighty blows at any moment. The result of this bout would determine who the member of the party would be against in the next round.

Being late to the arena they managed to get seats close to the gates to where the other entrants would wait and then be called forward to the field. It was at this moment that a familiar voice of Felicia Strongarm, the current crowd favourite to win, came through thick with anger.

“You tell those worms that Feli Strongarm has honour. Their offer to bow out of this tournament is a disgrace and dishonour to my name and to them. I can only hope that they placed their money on me and not Tyson to win this bout or they will be sorely disappointed.” her voice ranges with anger and forceful direction. A few muffled words were had before a hasty retreat of feet could be heard in the opposite direction.

“These fools. Threatening me? I am the strongest competitor in this competition. Pah! Their attempt to rattle me has just hardened my resolve.” A small pause. “Screw this waiting. I’ll get an ale…” and a second set of footprints head off with the jangling of mail.

The final moments of the bout

Sue had landed a few solid hits during this discussion. The Butcher was reeling from the blows and despite the blessings that kept everyone alive it did nothing for their fatigue. As the blows came in hard and heavy, so did the strain on the goliath’s muscles and stamina. Soon the announcer was calling an end to the bout with Sue being the winner.

Twenty minutes is how long it took to repair the arena, clean up some blood and prepare it for the next bout. Felicia and Tysons’. The air was thick with tension as money was exchanging hands, bets were being made and a clear divide in spectators was being made. Within a few minutes Tyson was striding onto the field, stretching and pacing like a wolf in a cage. “…Felicia Strongarm!!” the announcer called as the crowd cheered, as they did for Tyson. But minutes passed by and the announcer called officials to go search for Felicia…

A few minutes later they came back with no word, sightings or anything of the tournament favourite. The whole time Tyson stared at the party – his eyes spoke of malice and wanted bloodshed. “It’s unfortunately my duty to announce that Felicia has by lack of presence forfeited her match. The winner by default is Tyson! Officials please get the next contestant ready.” The party watched as the officials walked directly towards them. “Are you ready to enter the ring?” he asked.

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Enthralled by the Past

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The City of Finchford was a midway point to just about nowhere, and everywhere. Settled on the beginning of a large plain the flat land surrounding the city’s immediate location provided ample room for farming and expansion. However the true wealth of this city lay in the hills beyond the farms, fences and walls.

Gold, silver and even a rich platinum deposit had enticed dwarves to move here years ago. Those dwarves then sold their ore and weapons to the people of the village of Finchford. Soon  a city was born from the prosperity between the two races and there was a time of development and peace. However, it was short lived.

Soon the need arose for a standing guard, an army, to be near Finchford. The local nobility had the grandiose idea to create a kingdom here and so the land became engulfed in war. This war gave birth to an order of knights the land had not seen. The Parn Dragoons were born from this conflict and for many years their power was undisputed.

Finchford

The party gaze at the city of Finchford as they continue their ride towards its large gates. Farmland stretches for miles around the city and the sheer size of it dwarfs many that the party have seen in the past. As they descend the last of the hills and head towards Finchford’s heart the land evens out. However, to the east of the city a few mountains rise and at this distance a large ruin can be seen looking over the surrounding land. 

This towering ruin sits like an ancient guardian looking down upon the folk of Finchford, silent and still except for birds flying near the peak of a tower.

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