Fylaine Hellkeeper

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As the sound of her plate boots echoes down the streets as she walked away from the Church of Gond with the Bag that she was entrusted with reaching its destination of her home, the Church of Selune in Karaol. The Prison of Gesig, a master crafted artefact that held an entire legion of demons. The bag had suffered significant enough damage that only the master crafters and those in service to Gond, one of the deities who had a hand in its forging, could repair it.

However, they could repair the physical bag but the seal on the prison itself, the enchantment that held the demons within was failing and she had to carry it to the clerics that could seal it. As she moved towards her steed, Fillsmir, she felt a vibration from the bag. Pausing she placed a hand on the great sword that was hung between her shoulders and looked around.

There was not a soul in sight this late at night, all the better to be transporting such a foreboding and cursed item out of the city without a audience. But something moved out there, darting across the stone-studded dirt street as it rushed towards her. Drawing her blade and slashing in a low arc she thought she caught a glimpse of the creature before it leapt over her blade and disappeared again. A demon, a trivial nuisance in this case but it was intent on getting to the bag.

If she did not take care of it now it would hound her, delay her and potentially even reach its goal. Calling upon her deities blessings she extended her holy senses and felt the presence of the fiend. Darting forward she slashed once more, this time the blade bit through the creature and a leather wing landed on the round with a splatter of gore. A quasit, she knew it. A weak demon but this one seemed to have a goal, a fixation on the bag she carried. If thrummed as if inviting the creature to take it and Fylaine had to step back to a more defensive position.

It came again, this time shifting its form as it moved, something smaller scurried up her armour and landed on the bag, attempting to bite through the straps. A mailed fist is what greeted it and a large, misshapen spider with missing legs fell to the ground. A final thrust downward felled the creature and a small prayer to Selune saw its corpse, and the separated wing, burn into nothing.

“It seems the seal really is failing fast…” she mused as he flicked the remaining gore from the blade. As she moved once more towards Fillsmir she increased her pace and kept a hand near the short sword at her hip in case something else attacked while she as in more confined spaces.

Mad King Foranen

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As the adventurers cautiously step into the grand hall, their eyes widen at what lays before them. Tall Gothic arches stretch towards the ceiling high above, and vibrant stained glass windows cast a tapestry of colours across the marble floor and wooden furniture. The air is thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft clinking of their armour and the guards who accompany them to see King Foranen.

At the far end of the hall, seated upon a magnificent ornate throne is the mad king Foranen. His luxurious royal robe, a blend of deep blue and shimmering gold, drapes elegantly over the throne’s armrests. The intricate patterns and embellishments on his attire speak of a once-great ruler, now lost to the depths of madness. His crown, adorned with precious gemstones, glints in the filtered sunlight as he smiles up at them.

“Are these the people? my champions who will fight the storm for me?” he asks

The king’s eyes, wild and unpredictable, dart between the adventurers. His expression is a mix of regal authority and untamed unpredictability. He leans forward slightly, as if to better scrutinize the newcomers, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the throne’s armrest.

“Well I don’t have forever, hurry them up. If my gold is not good enough for these adventurers, like the last, then send them on the way. A visit to the dungeon to learn some humility would be in order!” King Foranen calls out as he becomes more agitated.

The adventurers exchange uneasy glances, each silently questioning the wisdom of this encounter. The tension in the room is palpable, a stark contrast to the beautiful, almost serene light patterns dancing on the floor. They know that this meeting could either lead to valuable information or plunge them into very real danger.

Bastion Sparrow

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As the party retired back to the Crispy Basilisk, their inn for the night, they walked though the gathered tables looking for a place to sit. Finding a table that looked mostly vacant they approached the table but before they reached it a familiar man sat down with a tankard of ale and a small book. Bastion Sparrow.

As bastion sat down he looked up. “You are the adventurers who were at the guild today so I won’t need to introduce myself. But I find myself at a loss which is not a good look for a guild master. Well a retired guild master that is.” he said looking mournful at his book.

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After sitting down and talking to Bastion the party found out a bit more about him. He started the guild as a way of supporting his growing family. He was not a warrior but had some skill with a blade, he wasn’t quite skilled enough to work in the trades in the city and so he did what he had done as a child, delivered messages. Soon he was doing well enough for himself that his name, B.Sparrow, had grown a reputation behind it and more people were requesting for just him to deliver the messages of the city at the cost of a silver.

But when other cities started to approach him asking for work he had to grow and expand and so the Silver Sparrows was created. “And that’s where I made a mistake.” he punctuated his confession with a sigh. “I ran into some trouble with a few guilds who wanted to cheat me out of the pay that the guild was earning, started roughing up my people and tarnishing my reputation. So I made a deal with someone I thought was a friend. Next thing I knew the threats, ambushes and issues disappeared. I thought it strange at first but then the bodies started to appear and my friend was caught as the cause behind it.”

“I had to do what was right for the Silver Sparrows, for my family and the families of the men and women who worked for me. So I let them take the fall for it. It turns out that someone else, somehow, knew about this and I got a letter threatening to expose me for it unless I resigned and appointed the newest, member to take my position. It turns out that a few people had resigned recently so the newest member was that Kilt Retcher. A mystery really.” he paused to take a long drink from his tankard.

The Clerics of Kelemvor

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As the party started their search for the person who healed their companion the clerics were gathering in the main hall. The door had been closed with two of the younger, more pious looking members of the clergy standing watch over the congregation of the clerics of Kelemvor. As they all gave worship to their god, the lord of the dead, they were silent in the room.

The unnerving silence finally ended when a crow cawed form one of the open windows in the wall behind the altar and slowly the head of the progression, the kinder older human, stood up and slowly walked through the others who rose when he passed.

“High priest Matihas has not been sleeping properly again. I do hope that his energy sustains him for the search for the one that broke their vow.” one of the nearby priests muttered as they walked on passed.

“I have seen him in the halls at night, head bent in prayer to Kelemvor as if he is seeking his guidance. I do hope our lord helps him rest soon” the sister with the man replied as they walked past.

Over the course of the day the party looked for clues, overheard many conversations but no one had any solid leads on who was the person that had healed against the wishes of their clergy. A single cleric in the order, a young initiate, had managed to pray for the power to detect lies. But it was only as powerful as the wielder and so far he was not able to pinpoint who among them was the culprit.

As the day passed the party were excused from the rest of the search and were invited to the meagre meals that they had that night. A small portion of bread, some cheese and wine was produced tonight and many ate in silence. High Priest Matihas rose and left earliest, retreating to his room to rest before the others followed suit. Soon it was just the party members who were in the hall and eventually even they needed to return to their rooms for rest.

“Do not worry, tomorrow you will be free to leave. We will find who is responsible tomorrow and all will be well again” one of the older clerics muttered as he passed them heading to his own chamber.

The party had just turned into the hallway towards their room when they saw the High Priest in the hallway in front of their rooms. They knew that he had a room not far from them so it wasn’t unusual to see him. However, when he was addressed he did not respond and he stood there, swaying lightly as if in a trance of prayer. When they got closer they could see that he was in fact asleep and was mid-sleep walk.

The High priest began to walk down the halls, muttering prayers that manifested around them. Cantrips caused the lights to change colour, shadows to swell or lessen and the party even felt bolstered as he moved through the hall back towards his room.

Nobles Anointed

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Voiron watched as his chosen stood at the beginning of the first trial and marvelled at what his house had produced this year. Declared the Nobles Anointed already their victory was nearly all but decided and even the surprise nominations of a group from outside the nobles house had not shaken the belief that House Voiron would succeed.

As Voiron’s chosen began the trial, taking down illusionary targets within the confines of the arena, the crowd was silent in awe at the ruthless efficiency in which these warriors took down their quarry. That was until a rogue bolt from a crossbow found flesh instead of illusion.

One of the other noble houses warriors lay motionless as his life blood seeped from the wound in his chest. As the nobles murmured the warriors from the house of Voiron stood obediently. It wasn’t uncommon that a contestant or two would lose their life in these games but the question was yet to be answered. How did the warrior make its way onto the field and what was he doing there when he knew that the games were in place.

As the warriors had followed the rules of the test and Lord Plero’s man was found at fault, which ultimately cost him his life, the warriors from the house Voiron were awarded their points by the Arena’s geass and were released from the field.

Lord Plero watched as his most skilled archer’s body was taken from the field and bristled when the surprise contestants were called to take the test. This group was the direct competitor with his warriors and despite his loss he was confident that his warriors would still come through. That was until the surprise arrivals scored a near-perfect score, better than the Nobles Anointed from Voiron’s house.

Plero watched as his warriors scored well, but nothing like they would have if they had a full force on the field and if their archer hadn’t found himself dead. Plero watched as the scores were tallied and noticed that the new comers had somehow managed to find themselves in second place.

Other nobles were muttering nearby and as Plero’s own team dropped in ranking the whispers of foul play reached his ear. Plero stood and with deliberate steps sought out the game organisers – those who had best knowledge of how the Geass worked and what could have caused this.

Herbalist and the Hunter

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As the party left the Alchemists shop Tyreal continued to give them a wish list of a dozen or so other ingredients. “If you see the Lilly-heart plant a dozen or so leaves should do it. You should find plenty as there are are no elves that would dare to go that deep into woods these days!” he calls as the party walk out, for their own safety.

As they walk through the desolate streets they find their way to the north gate where the path splits to curve to the west to continue onto the next city along. However the road that they need to go travels further north into the Sarkred forest. The path gets rougher as they travel and the trees begin to grow older, more twisted and gnarled and darker. Several creatures that they would not normally expect to see become a commonplace as they travel deeper into the woods.

However the signs of civilisation all but disappear as the road ceases and only a path, ancient and worn remains. The rough ground and stone looks like it could have been sung out of the earth before being twisted and reclaimed by the ancient trees and their massive roots that breached the surface. The curious sound of a whistling bird, reached their ears as the travelled along the path and following the sound they were greeted by something out of place.

A woman knelt as she dug in the soil a dozen or so feet from the road. Her hair was wild and she had a strong but crudely made bow and quiver of arrows on her back. As the party watched her she turned her head to reveal she was an elf, more wild than the ones they had met in Wellspring. “Well I wasn’t expecting to have an audience. I assume you don’t wish me harm or you would have done so already like the others have in the past.” she called as she slowly turned revealing her dirt covered tunic and hands.

“If you haven’t come hunting for the woods for me then I suspect you are here to hunt something else. The animals in these woods are protected, sacred to my kind so I would suggest that you refrain from defiling the balance of nature if you wish to leave the woods in one piece.” she warned. After a brief discussion she seemed to understand what they were after, but her response was cold and abrupt.

“You wont find the Thren plant without help. It hides from those who seek it and only those who know where to find it will realise what it is. Something that I admire of these woods is the resilience of all its living things.” she smiled. “My name is Thren, and much like what you seek I am normally quite elusive. I can take you to where the plants grow if you promise to leave after you find them and do not upset the balance of these woods. Everything is carefully measured and checked, the plants, creatures and elements all working to protect the woods.”

After receiving their agreement she dusted her hands off on her tunic and walked away from the path. “you won’t find the Thren at the end of a path, you find it by looking where no one will find it.” she called back as she unslung her bow from her back as she silently moved deeper into the forest. It was a matter of moments before the party lost sight of the elf and only when she called out to them did they realise where she was.

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Guardian and Guttersnipe

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Alistare strode through the streets and nodded politely at those he passed. He had worked his way up the guards from being a merchants boy and had made a reputation for himself as being a hard worker who looked out for the people as well as the crown. He waved off a lady as she offered him a loaf of bread and smiled politely as he refused the offering. It wasn’t that he considered it a bribery or that he wasn’t hungry it was that he wanted to earn his way in life and receiving something for free normally meant someone went without.

As he turned down the final street he caught sight of his fellow guards of the quarter on their own patrol. Meeting up with them he caught the end of the last of the conversation. “So I caught him red handed, this mud covered urchin trying to slip past me into the locked room. You’ve never seen someone squeal as loudly a this lad when he realised he was sprung. Of course he had an excuse but he opened up once we fed him. Poor bastards are starved when they join the crews in the city.” the guardsman, Harlo, smiled as Alistare appeared.

“Alistare, captain, I was just telling the lads that we had someone try and break into the storage room. Slip in when we were moving some more seized goods in. You’ll never guess what he was after though.” Harlo began.

“The Stained cup.” Alistare finished for him.

“Yeah. You sure you don’t have magic in your blood boss?” Harlo smiled and the other guard chuckled in response as they moved through the streets towards the barracks.

“Very sure. I just came from the Pale Rose Inn where I heard that there was a new group in town who may be trying to make a move on it. You’d best believe that the original owner won’t be too pleased if its taken before she can get it back.” Alistare replied.

Peter wasn’t one for honest means of work and this one was about as dishonourable as they come. As the guards moved on talking about the news they had received he stumbled upright and in a half-performance-half-real stumble he drunkenly moved down the road so he could overheard the last part of the news the guards were bringing him.

He had been employed to get to The Stained Cup for his boss before anyone else and had foolishly agreed to do it. But the urchins he had persuaded to get it for him had failed and through threats of bribery they had sewn misinformation about who he was working for. So he had to get the item himself before the owner, that blasted merchant who owed a great deal of money to the wrong people and now a new group. He signed as he leaned against a wall, half-pretending reeling from a hangover as he overheard the last bits of the guards before they would become aware of him trailing them.

“… So we’re going to move the item.” was all he managed to glean as they were talking softly and they turned down the final street towards the barracks. “So they are moving it eh?” he asked himself as he leant upwards reaching for his water skin. “I guess that gives me what I need…”

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Kat and Mouse

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Kat stormed down through the guard hall as she left one of the apprehended revellers to leave the room she had been questioning them in. She had expected finding the band to be difficult giving the nature of the reports that she had heard, but not this difficult. As she marched towards the benches where several other witnesses stood she stopped abruptly in front of one of her lieutenants who was hurriedly searching through a ring of keys.

“Sal, I wanted those rooms cleaned out for when we catch them. What’s taking you so long?” she snarled at the man. He had been caught dancing amongst the crowd despite knowing that the temple was out of bounds for good reason.

“Sorry Captain, I brought in the other witnesses like you requested and organised them on the bench. That took me most of the morning so I am getting around to clearing out the cells now.” he replied, flustered, knowing that his excuse of ‘wasn’t in control of his own body’ wasn’t working any more.

“You have until tomorrow morning, or we start arresting people, which ever comes sooner.” she murmured as she strode to get the next witness in line. A half-elven man sat in front of her in a smart but worn tunic.

“You, if you could come with me please I have some questions to ask.” she began, her usual direct and blunt nature tempered a bit as he smiled at her.

“No worries, anything I can do to help protect this city” he replied as he stood.

As she walked off with the man following her he looked through the notes that had been jotted down about him. “Jayce Stonecliff. You’re a local?” she asked noting that it wasn’t listed down or not.

“No, unfortunately, I am originally from Entied but have been in Desmodus for a few weeks now. Glad to be out of the city after what happened a few weeks back, lost a few friends in the collapse of the keep.” he smiled weakly.

“Well hopefully you can help with stopping that from happening here.” she said as she opened a door to a lightly furnished cell and followed after him. “Now you said that you were in the area when you heard the commotion. What else can you tell me about it?” she began.

“Well I heard the music, the vibrations were shaking the ground so I wanted to make sure that we weren’t going to have the same trouble as what happened in Entied. But when I got close the music was waning and I saw a group of children running out from the back of the temple and towards the merchants district. I thought nothing of it until the crowd came rushing out and the ruins started to fall.” he replied as he sat down on a stool and looked up at Kat.

She wrote down his reply and took a moment too long before realising what he said. “Wait you said you saw children. Can you describe them?” she probed.

“Well they all had carried bags or something as they moved away. I assumed that they were up to no good. One of them carried something long and wrapped in cloth…” he mused.

“Like a lute?” Kat asked taking more notes. “Could these children have been gnomes or halflings?” she asked again a spur of thought taking her deeper.

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. That would make sense. Wait you don’t think that they were the musicians?” he asked a look of shock on his face.

“Hmmm,” she replied as she tapped the feathered end of the quill on her lip. “Thanks for the information Mr Stonecliff,” she began.

“Jayce. Jayce will do.” he smiled back at her.

“Ok, yes. Mr Jayce. If I need to verify anything more where can I find you? To help with the case of course.” she added hurriedly.

“I am staying the Mullberry Inn at the moment. I was hoping to find a place to stay more permanently but I am afraid that Desmodus may end up like Entied so I was thinking about leaving.”

“No don’t!” she snapped. “I mean don’t leave in case we need help identifying people. We will be in touch.” she added as she opened the cell door and he strode out in front of him. “Thanks for your assistance Jayce. I believe we may have a way forward in protecting this city now.”

“No worries Captain Katiana.” he replied as he walked off. It wasn’t until he was out the door and onto the streets that Kat wondered if she had actually given the rakish young man her name.

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Mercell and the Mercenary

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Mercell watched as people the hired help moved the last of the rubble from one of the outer buildings they had first discovered. As the people gathered across from her celebrated in clearing out another room she flicked through her notes once more. Retrieving the stick of charcoal from her sleeve she scratched out a sketch of what the remains of the building looked like now that she had a better view, and that centuries of plants had been removed.

“Marcell. We believe we have found it.” Carben, her original mercenary gruffly said from near her. She looked to where he had come from and confirmed it was as she had suspected.

“So you’ve found it. Is the path…” she began

“Sealed, as you suspected Marcell.” Carben added for her.

Marcell nodded and thought as to what the next steps would be. She had worked with Carben for years now and the old mercenary had always proven to be annoyingly correct with his intuition. “We will need more people present if its as you suspect, the seal holds most of the lost treasure and the lore that you seek. But if that seal also binds the creature.” he paused eying his employer wearily.

“Yes. Yes, of course you’re right. Send word to the nearest three villages and cities to announce that Midfern keep has been found. We will get the man power behind us to open the door and, with any luck we will have enough strength to fight back the darkness for long enough so we can get what we came here for.”

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Quarrymen of Sylphare

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Tom had never been one to shy away from duty, nor shirk his sense of loyalty to those who stood side by side with him at the quarry. But, as he stood here guarding the entrance to the cavern he tried to avoid the feeling of being watched and the sense of unease that seemed to radiate from the opening.

“It’s a cold night so far ay Tom?” Reggie, the other ‘volunteer’ said as he tried to pass time.

“Aye. We’d best get another log or two for the brazier” Tom relied as he looked at what remained of the logs that had been eaten way by the fire near by.

“I ain’t going over there.” Reggie replied looking towards the edge of the quarry where there was a small store of wood. “I’ll guard the entrance if you get the wood” Reggie insisted. Tom knew that Reggie wasn’t a lazy man, but he definitely wasn’t brave enough to brave the edges of the quarry at night.

Nodding Tom picked up his pickaxe and strode towards the wood store. As he carefully picked his path across the quarry he noted that the plot of stone that they had hoped to have finished by the end of the month had stalled. He sighed as he wished that they hadn’t uncovered the cavern under the quarry – the source of the excitement and now fear as they waited for mercenaries to come and brave the darkness. Reaching the wood store he picked up a few logs and began to pick his way back to his post.

He, unlike Reggie and the others, had truly volunteered to watch the cavern entrance. It wasn’t a bravery thing it was a sense of duty to his comrades. He had elected to stay behind to ensure the ropes had remained secure so that they could get out when the time came when the others had delved into the cavern to explore. He also knew the men and women who had disappeared since the cavern had opened; having worked with them for years he felt their loss keenly. But not all shared his sentiment and others wanted to explore the cavern for its riches.

He assumed that what’s the Slyphare family truly wanted the merc’s to do. Come and secure the cavern so they could send more quarrymen and miners into the dark depths below. It didn’t sit right with Tom but he couldn’t do anything about it, except preventing his mates from going missing. When he returned he was relieved to see Reggie standing at his post. It took him a moment to get his attention as Reggie was staring off into the depths of the cavern.

“Hey, Reggie. Give us a hand will ya?” he said as he finally got his fellow watchmen’s attention. Reggie shook his head and walked over to grab some of the logs to throw into the Brazier.

“Sorry Tom, got lost in thought.” he murmured as he looked back to the cavern. “Say Tom. What do you think is down there?”

“Just bones and a few lost quarrymen,” he replied not wanting to entertain the thought for long.

“Yeah. Me too.” Reggie replied but his eyes were looking into the cavern and darkness beyond.

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