The Destiny of Kord

The Height of Summer
Session 11 - "Closer to Home"

Afternoon, 26th Flamerule, 472KR, Supplicants Circle, University District, Kordova.

Story: In the deepening gloom of Kordova's late summer evening a disparate pair made their way amidst the bustle and revels along the stinking length of the Grand Canal in search of the bridge that would take them into her southern stews. The ancient city's fine cobbling and impressive architecture giving way to the newer, more earthy constructions and markets as they passed through the rich smells and sounds of the canal-side shopping district.

"Meera" – A Gnomish Factotum from the outlying dales of Cormyr, close to where they merge with the Dalelands proper. Played by nickleby84.

Derenteriel – An Elvish Warlock of uncertain origins pursuing an inscrutable line of enquiry. Played by InsightfulgamR.

Night, 26th Flamerule, 472KR, Hall of the Sunset, Westgate District, Kordova.


Evnarra - Has recieved a message from Magretor to meet her at the Lion's Head Inn on the fringes of Bel-Sydana tomorrow. It seems the venerable Svirfneblin may have a lead on a reagent or base for their Healing Potion and wishes to talk to her before heading in search of the ingredient.

Lando – Observed an interesting meeting between Silvio and an attractive Kordovan woman in her thirties, before making his painful way (on the morning of the 27th) to the Shady Lane Hospice in Lavrana, close by the Temple of the Fortunate Coin. Here he hopes to convalesce and regain the use of his broken leg with better palliative care than would be available from the Chef or Arantes.

Kosef – Absents himself from the group during their walk back from the Legion District, melting into the shadows and tangles of the Warrens, headed for points unknown within the bowels of the Kordovan slums.

Erro – Manages to get a few words in edgewise at the Hall of the Sunset, despite considerable confusion and the arrival of two late night visitors. Not particularly concerned with events and keen to visit his charges in Fletcher's Square, the elvish monk departs after a brief repast in search of his deputy, Pina Muteheart.

Calaith – Is Absent (capital letter intended). See previous Adventure Log and above for details on the guilder's reactions and some insight into the predicament, that it must be said, Calaith dropped himself into.

Morning, 27th Flamerule, 472KR, Miner's Trail, Whisperwind Hills near Kordova's North Eastern Farms.


Gaukin – Displays loyalty over caution yet again when (concerned for Sharah, disguised and alone with a cultist), the young Goliath creeps forward despite his companions hissed 'no's' just to check if his friend was all-right. Fortunately his clunky stride and large size did not quite give the game away at this point, the cultist being more concerned with the opportunity to pray with the disguised Sharah over the 'sacred-resting-place-of-the-Chosen-One'.

Cathrykan - Is in fine form and high fettle. Mispronouncing names (possible deliberate), being generally dismissive and abrasive (definitely deliberate) and taking any opportunity to needle or provoke her travelling companions.  Her cruel execution (again via spectral choking) of a cultist (posing as a villager) and obsession with pain again coming to the fore. Surprisingly, apart from a few barbs back and forth, she is yet to really have a confrontation with Sir Andario, the new Wanderer who is obviously a devotee of Helm.

"Meera" – Mentally and then verbally questions the new company she finds herself in. With few reference points as to 'who-is-who-in-the-zoo' the foreign gnome finds some of the Wanderers methods a little confusing and more than a trifle brutal. Finally distracted by a shiny set of magical items and a puzzle to solve, Meera can be forgiven for forgetting to check the ornate helm properly, only finding out some few seconds later that not only could she not remove the helmet, but that it compelled her with a terrible voice in the depths her mind the urge to revenge herself on any who would strike at her.

Derenteriel – Is found to be a polite, if somewhat secretive elf, with a low even voice and careful mannerisms. Less concerned with the deaths of the disguised cult members than the other non-guilder Meera. His attempts to be alone with the Party's two prisoners went unnoticed by all except Andario and it is as yet unclear whether the first prisoner actually dodged a far worse fate than that 'given' to him by Cathrykan. What is certain is that Derenteriel's chilling whisper to the corpse was heard only by himself, the dead man and the wind. 

Sharah – Turns her hand again at disguise and makes a performance of her stealthy activities. With robes, accouterments and a quick 'accent' performance for Iviir and N'donnrik which bought the Party some valuable time, Sharah has set her feet firmly on the path to Bardic knowledge, augmenting her already considerable covert abilities with the testing of new cantrips and invocations to assist her friends and confound her enemies.

Active Characters:

Cathrykan Shintar, Derenteriel Eanderel, Gaukin Lumberbearer Katho-Kakane, Melseerauilleonravensthicket, Sharah Bloodcast.

Off Characters:

Calaith Absent Somewhere, Lando 18 Day Convalescence, Silifrey Travelling from Sherra to Kordova, Evnarra Hall of the Sunset, Erro at the house called Derneal's Rest in Fletcher's Square, Kosef Absent within Kordova.



N'donnrik, Lady Mersault, Iviir the Red, Nefario, Hokkar.


Stone of Ash: (Final Emergence Point).

Marran: (Disused Mining Town & Works).

Tomb of the Abhorred: (Ancient proto-Thalasian tomb, 'disturbed').

New Rumours: (Links to Follow in Wiki).

Fiery Torsch?: (A Town that keeps 'cropping-up').

From the chance meeting with Quailyth, to cult priests and unidentified 'groups-from-Torsch', this moderately sized town on Kordia's Eastern border is beginning to emerge onto the horizon of the Wanderers vision in a less than pleasant way. As yet no pressing issues have been discovered in the area, although the Brothers of Ash and Flame definitely draw many of their recruits from that region. Sharah has consistently heard, and even impersonated, the Torschan accent peculiar to those towns and villages on the plain to the North-East of the Whisperwind Hills. 

A Noble Conspiracy?: (Are the Hermetta's involved with the Brothers of Ash and Flame? And if so, does the conspiracy go further?).



The Hylaean Navy and Wildfire: (Is the City-state supporting the Derluskan Separatists and gearing for war?).

With the  Head of the Hylaean Alchemists Guild now 'identified' (see previous Adventure Log), and an accord of ideas struck, boundaries defined and royalty informed it now lies in the hands of a disturbed King Ottovar to make the next political move in the circle. Unfortunately he does not possess the intimate knowledge of the Alchemists Guild, it's leader and his identity in the city of Kordova itself, so his decisions may be made based on his fears and set-backs in Derlusk, rather than educated sense.


1119 XP for each ACTIVE Character.

727 XP for each OFF Character.

Just to make sure we're all up to date (after some Obsidian and Character Sheet Problems) I'll put up the totals from the Master Sheet:

Calaith – 7384 XP. Level 5 Sorcerer 4 / Warlock 1 (Wild Magic).

Cathrykan - 6852 XP. Level 5 Cleric (Death Domain).

Derenteriel - 7362 XP. Level 5 Warlock (Blood Patron).

Erro – 7328 XP. Level 5 Monk (Way of the Open Hand).

Evnarra – 6848 XP. Level 5 Wizard (Illusionist).

Gaukin – 7820 XP. Level 5 Fighter (Champion).

Kosef – 6586 XP. Level 5 Rogue (Ghost Faced Killer).

Lando – 8280 XP. Level 5 Rogue (Swashbuckler).

Meera – 7362 XP. Lv. 5 Factotum (Adventurer Extraordinaire).

Sharah – 7903 XP. Level 5 Rogue 4 / Bard 1 (Mastermind).

Silifrey – 6987 XP. Level 5 Fighter (Gunslinger).

Items and Aquisitions:

Cursed Helm of Revenge, Oathbow, Supply Transcripts.

35 Opal Fragments. 3 Polished Opals. 2 Golden Goblets. 8 Glass Bottles of Ritual Oil (distributed).

270 sp. 230gp. (Coins mostly bear the likeness of Hylaean Archons of different years).



Need time with (All Current Players): 20/05/17 – 03/06/2017.

Cathrykan - Queen's Solar scenes and meetings with the ladies of the court.

Silifrey – The journey back to Kordova and a chance meeting on the road.

Kosef – A gift for services rendered and yet more work. Plus Bander-update.

Calaith - Lol. Just lol.

Evnarra – A parting conversation with Magretor and Wanderra.

Erro – The efforts in Fletcher's Square.

Lando – The Challenge Proclamation for the Tournament of the Seven Stars.

Melseerauilleonravensthicket - First impressions of the University and some more background.

Derenteriel – Patronage, Servitude and some more background.

Sharah – Acting on information from a cat and some kids?

Gaukin – What happened to the Goliath slaves that he saw Dockside? 

Dwarven Culture, Kordovan Meetings and a Cautionary Tale.
Story Threads - "A Whole New World".

Multiple Days between the 25th and 29th of Flamerule, 472KR.

Stories: Insights into the goings on of some of the off-stage members of the Sunset Wanderers and their associates…

Through the Looking Glass (apologies to LC) – Calaith.

A Section of Calaith Loreweaver's Emergent Story – Beyond the Stars.

"When Downtime becomes a new Adventure."

 Calaith Loreweaver sat at his writing desk in his study-cum-bedroom, his attention raised momentarily from an object beneath the bed to the simple furnishing and blankets themselves. 

"Why was it that Sharah had to have elaborate furnishings, not to mention clothes?" he thought idly, his attention wandering. "Probably women or some-such, not at all the realm of texts and tomes. Or research, now there was a thing," his mind refocusing on the collection of histories and battle lays organised on the surface before him. 

Calaith shuffled the papers carefully, his eye scanning, but his mind already drifting back underneath the bed. "Sod everything. How could a man resist such a mystery?" And he stood, pushing away the simple backed wooden chair, and reaching beneath the bed withdrew his prize. The polished sheen of the vari-coloured inlay still made him caress the top of the strange puzzle box each time he held it. Resins and lacquers applied expertly by the unknown eastern crafts-people responsible for its design made the interlocking and moveable parts of the design seem as one, shifting the eye to individual scenes or the fractured pieces of a larger image.

His fine elven features creased slightly in a smile as he remembered opening the last section of the box only to discover this layer beneath. Sure he was near solving the mystery of the device he'd almost been nicked by the vicious, and cunningly concealed, staple claws that had engaged from either end. A close call, for upon later inspection the minute and razor sharp claws proved to have traces of sticky residue along their hairline edges. Laying the box on the rough linen bedclothes he stood back for a moment, lost in thought, eyes playing over the intricate designs of the object he had been gifted by Dizraxalaikus. 

"Surely the Deep Gnome was not having a jest. He definitely had not seemed the type." Calaith's former good humor dissolved further into a penetrating scrutiny of the box.

And then his keen gaze found what Calaith had previously overlooked. He had looked at the box as an individual set of problems, not a whole. Smiling with the self satisfaction of a scholar nearing the end of his enquiry Calaith lent forward and re-arranged the various moveable parts of the last section of the strange container. The cavity within revealed not a further puzzle, but a mystery all-the-same. Laid upon black velvet, dusty and worn from lack of upkeep, Calaith found a reflection of himself, staring from the frame of  an intricately carved hand-mirror, such as a lady of high estate might possess. 

The Priestess and the Queen – Cathrykan.

A Section from Cathrykan Shintar's Emergent Story – Aspirations of Grandeur.

Finally after a month in this foetid excuse for a city, someone was applying the correct forms to ensure the respect due a royal lady of the ancient House of Shintar. To be marginally fair, (and when considering the Sh'zzr Hvrat this was a 'long-chain'), Cathrykan felt more than a little vindicated. Although her dynasty had fallen upon what lesser-creatures may call 'hard-times' threew…


A Girls Time to Reflect – Silifrey.

A Section from Silifry Dotsk's Emergent Story – Honour Bound.

As the rich incense and intonations of prayer for the Morndinsamman receded, Silifrey's mind drew inward, absorbing the comforting presence of community created by the dwarves throughout the Errudrakenath….

Many Busy Hands – Erro and Friends.

A Section from Erro Moonshadow's Emergent Story – The Darker Path.

Mae o' Fletcher's, or 'Cinder' to her clientele, carefully locked the stout wooden door behind her as she emerged into the cluttered Fletcher's Square from the dim interior of Mistress Cheeva's. Kordova's morning mists had not yet receded and the wisps of remaining moist air clung to the construction equipment, piles of wood and the already busy group of 'clergy' in the shrine compound they had claimed for their own. The dim light and mists gave the entire scene an ethereal and otherworldly appearance, and she started slightly, shivering despite the warmth of the humid summer air.

Duskwood Dilemnas - Expedition C.


The Wasting Time – Evnarra.


In Time for the Tourney? – Lando.

A Section of Lando Calraesa's Emergent Story – Paths to Glory.

"A brief encounter at the Hall of the Sunset."

Trying to use crutches to get around the ancient Hall of the Sunset was starting to annoy Lando after only the passing of one day. He didn't mind the breakfast in bed, courtesy of the Chef, which had eased his throbbing head and given him the necessary steel to try for downstairs. It was the damned flooring in hall that bothered him most, uneven, deeply pitted and now partially obstructed by piles of building materials and tools. His tanned face winced once more as he buffeted his cast left leg on an uneven stair, warped from years of neglect and use. Steadying himself against the balustrade he paused, mind and demeanour sharpening as he heard Silvio's voice, a trifle subdued, definitely a rarity. He was about to complete the journey down the staircase when his pain laden stride stopped in mid-movement as a second unknown voice joined the conversation.

Fire-wine and over-ripe plums. The hot nights around Westgate's harbour in the deep summer. Clotted cream and honey, with a touch of seasonal all-spice. Lando's mind ran to the poetic lines of half-remembered tavern songs as he peered between the top balustrades at the woman holding court over a noticeably rattled Silvio, seated at the table. Dark haired, darkly featured and slightly over-filling the tight leather outfit that accentuated her beauty rather than cheapening her appearance, the woman towered over Silvio, though she must have been but a few inches over five feet. The dejected looking guild leader had shrunk in on himself, nursing an early morning beer and looking like an academy-boy caught truant by the head-master.

"So your wonder-boy is injured, Kennard's away…and you're a tired old letch' who might have trouble drawing, let alone parrying with that blade you insist on desecrating?" laughed the woman, hands on hips, right thumb playing with the hilt of her gilded small-sword.  Her lips pursed in a lush smile, their redness apparent in the candle-light as she tossed back her hair, obviously enjoying the moment. Silvio winced noticeably at the word letch' and twirled his mustachio, a sure sign he was bothered or tense.

"A trifle harsh my dear Bryana. I hope you are not insinuating that I was the sole dancer in our torrid little circle?" he replied with an acidic tone that Lando had not yet heard from the normally good-natured leader of their guild.


Snatching the discarded parchment from the table, Lando propped himself against Silvio's chair and read carefully through its' contents, blood rising and beginning to drum in his ears, the pain and discomfort of his leg forgotten…

The Proclamation.

Be it known to all Kordovans and Visitors to our fair city, that His Royal Majesty, King Ottovar I, doth hereby by ancient custom throw open the Challenge to all worthies that deem themselves free from crime or from treason to attend this year’s Tournament of the Seven Stars, in honour of his house and the impending marriage of his youngest child, Her Royal Highness the Princess Tevalya.

Presented by His most humble servant; Vintan Medura.

For the Delectation of the Viewing Public.

Over Two Glorious Summer Days.

The Crown of Stars – Presented to the premier duellist (noble or common) who wins through the Roster.

Kord’s Right Arm – Presented to the winner of the All-In Melee.

The Golden Quiver – Presented to the winner of the Archery Contest.

Thespian’s Mask – Presented to the preeminent Bardic Performer.

Prizes  for Competitions in; The Gauntlet (Back by Popular Demand),

Knife-Throwing, Shooting, All-In Wrestling and Equestrian Steeple.

Demonstrations of Tumbling, Northern Jousting and the Menagerie.

To mark the engagement of Her Highness a floral tent of Wonders and Whimsy, the likes of which has never been seen.

And for her Groom the presentation of a special event, The Sack of the Highlands, brought to you by the Kordovan Slavers Kollective.

…an opportunity for glory, a chance to have Falcon sing a song of steel in the sunlight as he bested pretenders and peers alike. Lando smirked slightly, letting the page fall back to the table. Now this was what he was meant to do.

The Party - 


Active Characters:


Off Characters:







None. Part of regular background XP from OFF Sessions.


Reality Mirror.

Magretor's Gift.

Throkar Keystone.

Official Deed of Inception / Dedication.


A Royal 'Invitation'
Session 10 - "Hylaean Hi-jinks"

Evening – 24th Flamerule, 472KR, The Pit, Selune's Tear.

Story: After finding themselves at somewhat of a loss to decide in which direction to proceed, our Party stood before the massive doors found beneath Kordova, in the vaulted chamber cut with recesses and niches.

Evnarra - 

Lando – 

Kosef -

Sharah - 

Erro -

The Party -

Geography - Minor Earth tremor felt in and around the Whisperwind hills.


Active Characters:

Evnarra, Erro

Off Characters:












The Temple Complex of Thalandraea
Session 9 - "An Animated Discussion"

Early Afternoon 24th Flamerule 472 KR, Beneath Kordova.

Story: Gaukin and Lando sat, legs dangling over the ridge of broken steps, sharing a quick repast of dried meat and fruit, hard cheese and solid, stodgy biscuit. Their small lantern and its warming glow illuminating the ancient tower, its smashed steps, gaping rents and half-melted rock a mad, twisted thing in the half light as it stretched toward the cavern roof. They spoke in hushed low tones, flinching every now and again at the continued noise from the small tower room above them. Heavens only knew where Kosef had taken himself off to, but anywhere had to be better than listening to the increasingly arch 'conversation' between Cathrykan and Calaith that was audible even four levels below. Sometimes Gaukin wished he could just make everybody relax and take a moment to enjoy life. He and Lando were getting along just fine, even if the Dragonmere swordsman was more interested in wine than in food.

Gaukin reached down again for another dried plum, chewing reflectively as the two clear voices became a little strained. They were discussing money, or was it contributions? He couldn't really get it completely straight in his head. And lies. Gaukin didn't really understand lies. 'Flatlander's seemed to need to tell so many of the things. Who you were. Who you liked. Why you did things. At home there wasn't much call for 'forked-speech', where it was you, your tribe and the elements, a constant struggle for supremacy over nature. Only Shamans spoke with 'forked-tounges', the language of serpents, but they said it was to protect the tribe… and anyway no self respecting Goliath would listen to a Shaman over the evidence of his (or her) own eyes and ears, the voices of the wind and the story of the earth.

Was that a rat? Out in the darkness. There… again, another shape at the edge of the lantern light. Lando had stood sharply and Gaukin had the unique perspective of looking up at a companion for once as he stood quivering, Falcon already drawn peering out into the darkness. Gaukin followed his gaze, and the flickers of shadow rendered into figures as his eyes adjusted to the fainter light beyond the immediate glow of their lantern. There were figures there, moving at the edges of the pool of light. Lando tossed his eating blade, a small crude knife, to the edge of the shadow and the figures receded into the darkness again, before returning like a strange shadowy tide repelled by movement or noise. 

"Probably just those Grey Shamblers again", whispered Lando, Falcon still extended before him and eyes darting left and right.

Gaukin mouthed an agreement, trying to breathe the words rather than speak.

"Hold on," thought the young Goliath. "If they were hungry before, they might still be hungry now. I think I can solve this problem…." and he smiled happily, reaching down for the end of a thick skinned sausage, laden with garlic. 

Throwing the sausage to the edge of the lantern-light, Gaukin watched as one of the grey skinned creatures that Calaith had called Grimlocks moved forward, its eyeless sockets fixed on the sausage as it snuffled its way forward. The creature grabbed the meat, noisily devouring it in a matter of seconds before retreating into the darkness again. Gaukin glanced up at Lando and shrugged, opening his mouth to say something. Before he could utter what was probably a request for further food a surge of movement from all about their small area of light erupted inwards. A veritable horde of saggy-skinned, clawed horrors pounced as if one, rushing upward toward Gaukin and Lando, clawing over the rough ground and each other to rush the two companions atop the stair.

"Hey. You two, stop with the… the talking… there's, there's grey-things down here!!" yelled Gaukin as Lando edged forward and Kosef melted soundlessly out of the shadows of the first floor, jumping down beside them with his thin blade already drawn.


Cathrykan -

Calaith -

Gaukin -

Lando -

The Party -

Active Characters:

Calaith Loreweaver, Gaukin Lumberbearer Katho-Kakane, Lando Calraesa (Both Sessions).

Kosef Mara (1st Session).

Cathrykan Shintar (2nd Session).

Off Characters:

Erro Moonshadow, Evnarra Rockcutter, Sharah Bloodcast, Silifrey Dotsk.


Treava, Acolyte of Pain.




1875 XP for each 2 session ACTIVE CHARACTER.

1304 XP for 1st session ACTIVE CHARACTER (Kosef).

1739 XP for 2nd session ACTIVE CHARACTER (Cathrykan).

1218 XP for each OFF CHARACTER.


Zannthiriisis, Summoning Staff.

Robe of Useful Items – 7 additional patches.

Green & Gold Spellbook.

2 Ancient Bronze Statues – Inscriptions.

Alchemists Equipment and Dry Supplies (Enough to cobble together 2 Alchemical Kits).

84gp in ancient denominations.

Clay Statuette – gifted by the 'lost-duergar'.

Underdark Trade Tokens  – gifted by the 'lost-duergar'.

Pouch of Diamond Dust (Cathrykan - unnoticed by Party).


A First Hand Account of the Ash Wars – by Gorgora, Companion of His Majesty King Kord the Preserver.

The Founding of Selune's Tear and the Monastery of Her Starry Gaze – by Record Keeper Malor Noevra.

Damaged Diary – of Anthalanos, Arch-Wizard of The Spyre.

Damaged Mystic Tomes – 3 Severely damaged books from The Spyre, the tower of wizardry in ancient Thalandraea.


A Return to Kordova
Session 8 - "Awkward City is Awkward"

Evening - 23rd Flamerule, 472KR, Hall of the Sunset, Westgate District.

"An extraordinary thing friendship, a place to belong. It can be a sinecure or a crutch, it can be both good times and bad. And sometimes you just need someone to trust. Whatever the motivation, it was a trust in others that led Kosef Mara to his decision and subsequent actions one night during midsummer at the Hall of the Sunset."

GM Notes (Roleplaying "Guidelines") – 4th Wall Time.

"OK. So I think we're all far enough along now (Thanks to 'Manchild') that this can be said openly. I am very relieved personally as I can now back-date Logs and stories and not have to constantly write with a wholly ambiguous bent… Drumroll…


Currently as I write this there are a number of Sunset Wanderers aware of the situation (and its implications) and a number of Sunset Wanderers who are not. For guideline purposes so that we all remember when we're 'in-the-heat-of-the-moment' here is a list of people who do and don't.

Know: Silvio, Arantes (via Silvio), the Chef, Gaukin, Evnarra, Lando, Erro, Sharah and Calaith. Also the BANDERHOBB.

Do Not Know:  Cathrykan, Silifrey, Andario, Kenjii, Flick, Kennard, Arkaela, Kithri, Istvann, Meera, Derenteriel and Rhoskhobar.

Possibly: Hugin and Munin (the bats). Urs (the bear). Somnelos (the black cat).

So apologies for briefly jumping the wall, however I thought this might help all of us keep it straight in our heads. It's bad enough now knowing that some of our NPC's may not exist or actually be different people on different days. It makes my teeth ache, well done Manchild, this is fun!!!"


Evnarra - 

Lando – 

Kosef -

Sharah - 

The Party -

Active Characters:


Off Characters:











Fairs, Feasts and Being Feted
Interlude 2 - "A Visit to the Trade Fair"

17th & 19th-24th Flamerule, 472KR, Various Locations.

Downtime Story: Arranged as a roughly chronological account of the minor events that can lead to greater upheavals and adventures.

A Clandestine Meeting.

Night of the 17th of Flamerule, 472KR, Dockside District, Kordova.

Vim Nander of the Twists is a man that many claim should be working permanently on Actors Row. A 

Delivered Goods.

Night of the 19th Flamerule, 472KR, Warrens District, Kordova.

Old Feldohan, or so he was know to the locals, hummed his way happily about his small, modestly furnished home in the depths of the Warrens…

'Family Matters'.

Midnight 20th Flamerule, 472KR, Beneath Kordova.

"If the walls of one of the most secret office rooms in Kordova could talk… well, they'd probably be silenced swiftly by a blade or dart."

However, in the interests of conjecture, picture a room lit by fine-beeswax candles, immaculate woodwork and neatly arrayed scrolls in wooden 'pigeon-holes'. Picture the urbane, yet dangerous looking man seated behind the polished mahogany desk, rubbing his jaw as he looks across at his subordinates. An immensely fat, pale human with a twisted madness in his eyes. A southerner, lean and hardened by outdoor travel. The looming presence of a huge Chultan with shaven head and scars white against his rich black skin. The slightly built woman, deep eyes glossy black and her hair arranged artfully around her onyx horns laden with jewellery and totems.

Slightly apart we would recall seeing (if we survived the clandestine observance) a young half-elven lass, all black leather and cascading red hair. And beyond, as if an afterthought to the room, though watching everything with an emotionless gaze, a nondescript Kordovan man of youngish years but calm demeanour.

Imagine if you will, the instructions from the 'Father' to his 'Children', the exchange of briefs and the updating of finished contracts, signed red with blood. Perhaps you can hear the directions to increase training protocols for the 'Fingers', an enquiry into exotic poisons of the curiously attired Tiefling, or the curt instructions to the young Kordovan man present to move his timetable for a certain job forward.

"Such things we would have seen and heard, if the walls of this place of dealing and death were alive and not silent solid stone."

The Festival of the Red Sisters.

Day of the 20th Flamerule, 472KR, Bel-Sydana District, Kordova.

Sun streaming down on the sacred enclosure…

A New Parish.

Morning 21st Flamerule, 472KR, village of Salva.

Salva is a large village attached to the estates of the Family of the same name, the Salva's of current favour in court and conclave….

The Unlamented Demise of Toldrin Medar.

Mid-Morning 21st Flamerule, 472KR, Altana District, Kordova.

Toldrin Medar was a fat man, with a fat mans appetites. His primary

Intellectual Connections.

Day of the 21st of Flamerule, 472KR, University and Carmino Districts, Kordova.

The Sorores Scientia et Magia were formed…

Strange Tunnels.

Night of the 22nd Flamerule, 472KR, Water Gardens District, Kordova.

During the course of one of the Sunset Wanderers more frenetic evenings (Adventure Log – The Rumble in the Square) they discovered a network of small tunnels beneath the Warrens, Twists and Water Gardens Districts, used by criminals, the indigent and other denizens of Kordova's underbelly as refuges and swift unnoticed transit across the southern part of the city. One of these had been concealed by a weak illusion spell, and now with some downtime to explore the city fully Calaith resolved to discover the secrets of the network. This first involved a trip Dockside into seamy barge-man and dock-worker establishments in search of a 'knowledgeable gnome'. After finding his mark and enjoying the diverse sights, and smells, of the Dockside area he returned to the guildhall with a plan that was only short one element; the presence of some solid backup in case of unexpected problems.

Dinner and a Show.

Late Afternoon, 24th Flamerule 472KR, Circus District, Kordova.

Reverse the order and that is how we left Sharah Bloodcast, headed to the Twisted Ring to take in the sights and marvels of the permanent circus run by the fantastically attired and strangely spoken Mallan Bolg, known to all as the Ringmaster. 


The Circus, the Trade Fair and the Guildhall.

16th Flamerule Onwards, The Circus District, Kordova.

Additionally much of the activity of the Sunset Wanderers revolved around the exploration and integration into their still fresh environment. Only Kosef, local of the city as he is, paid seemingly little attention to the…

Downtime Features:

Calaith – Returns from an extended excursion with Gaukin in tow, bearing a strange wooden box, inlaid with Mother-of-Pearl and intricately carved. It is large enough that the young elf carries it with some effort, and appears to be made of many different woods.

Cathrykan – Inspects her future 'parish' in Salva, incidentally the site of her first religious observances in the Kordovan region. Her recent elevation to nascent-Mother of a small church and exotic background earn her a seat within hailing distance of the Royal party at the Festival of the Red Sisters. 

Gaukin - 

Kosef -

Sunset Wanderers - Increase in numbers yet again, with the arrival of a young Paladin of Helm. Describing himself as a Wandering Knight,  Andario is a competent looking young man, with closed cropped hair and a lean hawkish face. Deeply tanned from travels under the sun he has offered his services in exchange for a place to stay, companionship and guild-privileges. (RP to Follow for Intro.)

Expedition B - Upon rising early on the 22nd of Flamerule in Sherra, Sharah discovered the following note addressed to the Party, Gone into the Moonshadow. Erro was nowhere to be seen. Shortly afterwards they were interrupted by Silifrey, who had completed her observances at Erruggarr's Shrine and caught up with them on the Palfrey that Cathrykan had previously lent to Erro. 

Downtime Characters:

Calaith Loreweaver, Cathrykan Shintar, Gaukin Lumberbearer, Kosef Mara.


Ruath'ana Nua, Winch Winder Ratchet.


*(21st of Flamerule) A small section of the area surrounding the High House of the Morning in Altana District has been fenced off by the Iron Fist pending an investigation. It appears that a high ranking functionary (The High Dawn Greeter's Bath Attendant) has died inside an adjacent complex under somewhat suspicious circumstances. Soldiers of the Legion have been posted and three members of the Iron Fist have already been seen in the vicinity. 


0 - ACTIVE CHARACTERS (None – See Previous Log for time-overlap).

923 - OFF CHARACTERS (Concurrent with Previous Log, do not add twice!)

Story Goal Revealed:

Refitting the Hall Part 2 Initiated.


Eastern Puzzle Box.


None. Next Session – Sherra to Kordova (21st Onwards) & Trade Fair (20 – 23rd Flamerule Onwards).


500pp + 1069gp + 690sp + 144cp = 6,152.4 GP.

6 Fire Agates (60gp), 4 Bales High Quality Cloth (100gp), 8 Sunstones (74gp), 34 Inferior Topazs (1912gp), 4 Uncut Tourmalines (85gp). (Note – Evnarra's alterations upwards for two prices, also, cloth prices still low in Kordia). = 1997 GP.

Total – 8149.4 – Less Tithe – 7334.46.

Divided Evenly (9) – 814.94 GP for each Player Character.

Miscellaneous / Unclaimed Items:

1 Undamaged Flawless Ruby (6,650gp) – Perhaps for Enchanting?

Hammer of the Forge – large Warhammer from Hyradraea.

Tattered Red Scroll Case.

2 Common Healing Potions

Suit of Sturdy Magical Studded Leather Armour (+ 1 AC).

Smiths Hammer, 2 x Ritual Knife, 1 x Chainmail, Cult Flag.

The Abundance of Sherra
Session 7 - "Forget Me Not"

Early Morning - 21st Flamerule, 472KR, Firesteap Mountains, Erruggar's Shrine.

Story: Expedition B had finally managed to traverse the short but difficult path back from the entrance to the Trogdolyte Caverns (Hyradraea's current "back-door") and returned on the night of the 20th to Errudrakkennath, Erruggar's Shrine to the Morndinsamman. A sombre mood greeted our Party as the dwarves laid the broken body of Thorfan Inkpen upon a richly decorated bier before the shrine of Moradin in the chapel's central fane. The dwarves present gave up remembrances, uttered in low tones, to the gods of the world's bones, sending Thorfan on his journey to their glittering halls with formulaic tales of his life.

Not all could have known the dwarf so well, or so long, but the ritualistic words of return and finality gave a hallowed air to the chamber that affected at first Silifrey (no doubt remembering her mentor and friend, Tornar) and then most of our band of companions. Candles and sticks of pungent incense were reverently lit before the dwarf's corpse, resting atop perfumed cloth and wood, and the more lengthy portion of dwarven funeral took over the room. It was during this time, when the more private dwarven rituals began, that the Party drew off towards the furthermost corner of the main fane seeking out their fellow outsiders, Quailyth and Barro.

Erro, being least affected by the sad turn of events, engaged Barro in a coversation that attempted to take in the merchant’s history and knowledge of the local area. Whilst forthcoming on his (supposed) wide-spread knowledge and travels, Barro was reticent to discuss details of the closest trade-appropriate community, Sherra. Suspicion amongst the Party grew with the numbers of their ranks as gradually the merchant, Quailyth and a dwarven observer became the subjects of detailed questioning by our heroes.

This resulted in a hasty decision to finally penetrate the walls of Sherra, leaving Silifrey to observe proprieties and ‘socialise’ with some of their new acquaintances at the shrine. Following the muscled form of Erro, and the somewhat comical forms of Barro and his mules, the remainder of ‘Expedition B’ ventured north and dwon through the Fire-Steap Foothills toward the lush and more than slightly fetid fields surrounding Sherra. Assuring the Party that he would be well-received, and yet unable to recall why or indeed whether he had spent one night or one week in the town, Barro led them to the rough stone and wooden walls that they had spied whilst heading from Kordova some four days earlier. As before they took note of the extra three to four feet of newly constructed wall and the stout oaken gates. Barro called out for entry and shelter, with confident voice, and after a brief exchange was answered in the affirmative by the brusque yet rolling tones of the eastern Kordian commons.

As the reinforced gates of the Sherra drew open Master Hammander was received, as were our own heroes, with open arms and the sight of broached barrels, fresh bread and cheese. Armed and armoured the guard might have been, however the ’mayor’s-reeve’, the ‘town-welcoming-council’ and ‘brandy-wenches’ soon eased their guests trepidation by distributing flowers, drinks and welcomes in equal measure. Not unused to hedonism as a cover for more nefarious deeds, Sharah imbibed her drinks with gusto whilst still watering local flora and grasses surreptitiously. Similarly Evnarra, given her unfamiliarity with surface-folk, imbibed in (pun not intended) small-measure.

Despite imbibing deeply, Erro maintained ‘his-frame’ and a hardened Lando kept his feet. Their companion Barro meanwhile was bemused, befuddled and beyond-recall, happily following the jubilant and now oblivious ‘welcome-council’ toward the centre of town. Gates re-secured behind them, and an absence of the typical traffic associated with such a regional hub, the Party decided to reluctantly investigate what was now very noticeable noise from a large central stone ‘hall’ some two-hundred metres to the south and east. Aside from this central ‘fest-hall / council-hall’ there was a noticeable set of ancient buildings atop a small knoll south and west, a decorated shrine of a local deity and well dressed houses, with overgrown gardens all along very, very overgrown streets.

Entering what they found to be a Feast-Hall, shortly after their erstwhile ‘welcoming-commitee’ Erro, Sharah, Lando and Evnarra found a scene that baffled some and made others blush.


The revel inside the Feasthall near the centre of the town of Sherra.


Erro – Proves that fists are not his only weapons, finding the right angle with Barro Hammander to ensure an invitation to accompany him to Sherra and the promise that he would obtain entry for the Party.

Evnarra - 

Lando – Tries to outwit the doppelganger Crigemnos (masquerading as the avatar of Illanre the Spring Maiden) by playing up his 'charms' and formal politeness toward the ladies. A battle of wills ensues during which he is able to mentally conceal his friends presence, but not his intentions…

Sharah – Gets super-stealthy, leaping from concealment on multiple occasions to "gank" injured dopplegangers and hill giants alike.

The Party -

Active Characters:

Erro Moonshadow, Evnarra Rockcutter, Lando CalraesaSharah Bloodcast.

Off Characters:

Calaith Loreweaver, Cathrykan Shintar, Gaukin Lumberbearer, Kosef Mara, Silifrey Dotsk.


Orsekk Strakkhelm, Trigarios, Crigemnos.


Since the outset of the covert 'take-over' of Sherra, their Horn of Plenty has been missing. Immediately following the 'normalisation' of daily life in Sherra (thanks to the Sunset Wanderers) Dahlia, the Sherran Lady of the Dance, was quite concerned that it was not found on the bodies or in the belongings of Crigemnos or Trigarios. Nor was it on top of the rise upon which the grove of Yjanre sat and the "Hungry Twins" gorged themselves.


1420 XP for each ACTIVE CHARACTER.

923 XP for each OFF CHARACTER.

Story Goals Achieved:

Refitting the Hall Goal 1 Reached and Stretch Goal completed.

Great Southern Blight? from The Local Area # 2 Completed.


Sherran Horn of Plenty – purloined by Erro.


The Brothers of Ash and Flame
Session 6 - "The Elements Will Destroy You"

Evening – 19th Flamerule, Firesteap Mountains.

Story: Morain collected his allotted bowl of beany pork stew and rude wooden cup of beer then hastened to an empty bench seat alongside his 'brothers'. His holiness, Tarvald, had instituted a strict rotation of training and prayer since he arrived some weeks ago. Morain's body complained loudly with every step, bruises and scrapes from training staves and cudgel blows brushed painfully against the hair shirt underclothes beneath his robe. All about him the robed figures of his brethren were bent over their own meager meals, conversation a low hum, in contravention of their orders for complete silence and contemplation during personal time. Morain sniffed, people were the same everywhere, no orders could change a mans need for gossip, stories and the companionship of his fellows.

The young cultist barely raised his head as another group of their fellows entered. But when he noticed the swish of hip beneath ashen robes and slimmer lithe forms of two of the group he began to pay more careful attention. The Brothers of Ash and Flame did not count many women amongst their number, most serving with Her Holiness in Hylaea. Things were looking up. At least he might have someone more interesting to talk to, or at least watch, down here under the earth. That was what Morain missed really, the clear voices of his sisters, and their friend Jenna, especially Jenna.

The room fell into a genuine quiet as another group made their way inside the crowded refectory and proceeded to the trestles assigned as food benches and dish holders. Morain bent his head and attempted to look suitably pious as Tarvald's lieutenant Kashar made his way through the small group containing the women, delivering silent benedictions with his right hand as they deferred to his standing, allowing the priest of Ash to take his repast before them. Young Soltan, son of the miller family from Sherra, stumbled his way out of Kashar's path, earning a brief scowl and the silent mirth of his brethren.

"He'd probably be feeding the Trog's for weeks," thought Morain with a quick stubbly grin.

He shuffled across to allow one of the women from the group of four to sit to his left on the bench. She was pretty. Remarkably so, and Morain realised he was looking at sharpened elven features; delicate sea-shell ears without the ponderous human lobes. He frowned briefly. With so many newcomers it was impossible to meet everyone, between watches, prayer routine and training. But he was sure they'd not enlisted any elves, they generally didn't believe that the Lords were actually gods, heathens that they were.

"And come to think it…," mused Morain. "Should there really be this many 'brothers' off duty at once?" He couldn't remember there being this many at the late meal, between the deepening and the extinguishing, since he'd come to this place.

The world turned into a chaotic morass, shouts and the breaking of furniture suddenly replacing the light banging of wooden dishes and many hungry mouths. The last thing Morain heard was a heavily accented female voice, mirth in its tone, and an explosion as if the very stones had cracked beneath his feet. Brief, intense pain, and then darkness swallowed the young cultist in its death grip…


Rewinding some two hours, we find the members of Expedition B (and Orsekk) in a reopened shrine to the gods of Ash and Flame, specifically Gargaash the Elder. They had managed to find a brief respite in a side chamber, which led them to discover the potential of yet another 'secret' pivot door, molded into the rock. Sharah had volunteered (impatient and with a view to push the Party along) ducked around the corner and began to look for the chamber or corridor's entrance point, based on the previously discovered panel door in the room the had fallen into to arrive here. Before a full investigation had taken place the Party were alerted to future company by the sound of drums, cymbals and a low resonant chanting.

Spotting a significant group of cultists, including some armed with genuine kit and a priestly figure mounted on a dais being carried by small creatures of living ash, Sharah quickly returned to the group stressing silence and the size of the approaching procession. The inevitable discovery of the cultist's dead comrades provoked an immediate response, guards on alert and cultists searching both the close and further access corridors to what the Party now realised was a central shrine chamber with no easy alternate exit.

An ambush was set, our 'heroes' once again deciding to use their stealth abilities and rely on the questionable value of surprise (given the alert state of the 'enemy'). Lando and Sharah took up positions alongside the doorway closest to the approaching entourage, whilst Silifrey charged her guns behind a solid central pillar and Evnarra melted into the rear stonework using her race's natural affinity for the underground environment. Orsekk placed himself near one of the further entrances in anticipation of a smaller group attempting an approach from a different corridor.

Despite the Cultists knowledge that someone had penetrated their lair the initial stages of the trap were sprung without a hitch. At least until the completion of a ritual from the leading priestly figure, where-upon the emergence of a Fire Elemental, glowing with primordial fury, began to rapidly complicate the situation. With smaller elemental Mephits (the dais carriers) exploding and showering the Party in darkened ash or steam, the Fire Elemental pushing forward through the main corridor entrance and a group of halberd armed cultists invading from the north, our 'heroes' found themselves completely surrounded. Orsekk was severely scalded and clawed by a group of Mephits and it looked grim for the older dwarf. In the following moments adrenaline must have had a lot to do with the Party's swift, deadly and clever response.

The Cultists and Mephits who had made their way into the chamber were treated to a hail of gun-fire, arrows, dagger thrusts and rapier strikes that thinned their ranks rapidly leaving bloodied corpses and small explosions of ash and steam. Lando and Sharah sprang backwards and forwards trying to avoid the puffs of elemental force as much as position for their next strikes. Silifrey dedicated herself to aiding the downed Orsekk and holding to the north, whilst Evnarra took on the problem of the Fire Elemental. The small svirfneblin wizard was (and still is) no physical match for any Elemental, however the image of an enraged Ice Elemental surely was. Illusionary hoar-frost and motes of swirling snow surrounded the image, completely fooling the Fire Elemental and several of the remaining cult members who immediately focused on this new and surprising threat.

The 'round-up' and subsequent slaughter of the other cultists, Fire Elemental and Priest went smoothly from there. Including a devastating stealthy attack by Sharah with her glowing magical dagger to the rear of the Fire Elemental, finishing the creature off and banishing its essence again to the Plane of Fire that birthed it. Bandaging wounds and offering comfort and magical healing to Orsekk (who was covered in small scalds and burns) was how an eye-brow raised and travel stained Erro found the Party, after he followed their trail of combat and bodies to the chamber which had taken on the aspect of a charnel-house.

Erro Moonshadow had ridden his borrowed palfrey as hard as he dared along the highway to the south-east of Kordova and passed the still barred gates of Sherra earlier that day. He couldn't say exactly why he hurried, just a feeling ever since the minor tremors he'd felt through his bedroll the previous evening and a general feeling of disquiet. After meeting with the very active dwarven occupants of the shrine and a viewing of the damaged chamber with the hardened lava tube Erro's perspective did not appreciably become any sunnier. Assuming the worst he hastened into the diagonal shaft, using the already safe, and rapidly lengthening stair being constructed on-the-fly by the dwarves. Moving into darkness he crept along the path of Party, disturbances and dead cultists until, relieved and a little confused he found the rest of the expedition amidst the results of their latest encounter with the denizens of Hyradraea.

After greetings and introductions (Erro had yet to meet Lando) a quick debrief ensued, with Erro updating the Party with regards to other current 'Sunset-Missions' and everyone taking stock of the present situation. The opening and concealed tunnel were recalled and resolving to move away from the main complex the Party ascended a small set of stairs that placed them in an unadorned and light-less corridor extending east in a straight line through the rock. Masking their entrance to this stairwell and corridor the group moved forward for several hundred feet before descending a further stair and (after a quick check) exiting in an ante-chamber filled with cult paraphernalia and equipment. Noises from both of the exits could be clearly heard, the sounds of humanoid passage and work.

Side corridors revealed several larger spaces across which the Party observed cultists wearing bloodied aprons bearing cut portions of meat toward an upward sloping passageway. Of more immediate interest though were the sounds of a larger number of people that could be heard from a side chamber in an adjacent corridor. Leaving Evnarra and Orsekk near the entrance to the secret corridor the others donned the purloined robes of cult members and hatched a quick plan based on subterfuge and what can only be described as a little wishful thinking. With a boldness that belied their isolated state Silifrey, Lando, Erro and Sharah entered a long chamber, set with many trestle tables and bench seats. Food preparation and serving equipment placed to one long side of the chamber, with large cauldrons and trenchers of communal style food laid across another series of tables. Many of the wooden seats were occupied by cult members observing a grim silence as they chewed through a less than appetising looking meal. Some were still serving themselves to the left side of the chamber and it was to the end of this line of cultists that our 'heroes' joined, attempting to imitate the enforced silence of the room.

It was at this moment that an entourage of cultists (some four or five) and a priest entered the room. A lean and hard looking southerner his entry obtained an instant repect as cultists sat up straighter, murmurs ceased and the cultists clustered to the left side of the chamber made way for their superior. He frowned slightly at the scene, but when the disguised Party members followed suit and made gracious way for him he attended to his own meal, then seating himself with his small coterie at a central trestle table. Some mirth was had at the expense of one dimwitted youth who did not quite manage to make way and observe the proper obsequience(s). And so without arousing suspicion, Sharah, Erro, Silifrey and Lando seated themselves about the room, Erro choosing to sit as close to the Under-Priest as he could, and began a repast consisting mostly of beany stew, flavoured with the distant memories of bacon and garlic.

Now it must be noted that Erro had a myriad of experiences with which to draw upon and fell into 'refectory' character immediately. Even able to slip a medium sized emerald from his robes and casually toss it beneath the Under-Priest whilst adjusting a sandal. Lando's Dragonmere tan and hair could fit any number of regional areas and Silifrey's slightly boyish stance and mannerisms made identification of either difficult in the heavy cult robes. A little more difficult to conceal are the finely shaped elven features and delicate flowing movements of Sharah Bloodcast, who it must be said had attracted the attention of more than one young 'chancer' on the streets of Baldur's Gate in her time. It was at the moment that a young man became too interested in Sharah and the Under-Priest (observed by Erro) had perked up his attention that our 'heroes' sprang their (for want of a better word) trap.

Silifrey slipped the slim-line shotgun of which she'd become inordinately fond of from her robes, calling down dwarven 'blessings' on the unfortunate group of cult members opposite, before deafening the room with a hail of shot. This could be heard throughout the complex, alerting Orsekk and Evnarra who rushed toward the central chamber, as did a number of cultists not at the evening meal. Erro immediately took this as his queue to try out his new toy (a magical emerald taken from the coffers of The Old Firm), issuing a word of command and throwing the centre of the refectory into chaos as a hulking Earth Elemental responded to the primordial spells of binding contained within the magical Emerald.

The rest of the melee quickly became a slaughter, as the bewildered cultists reacted to the presence of the Party and the rampaging elemental with a feverish though ultimately futile defense. Splintered tables and other furniture hampered their efforts, and the roguish bent of the Party 'lapped-up' the opportunity to excel at close-quarter fighting. Despite reinforcements our 'heroes' defeated wave upon wave, turning the refectory chamber and adjacent rooms into a scene of death, reeking with the spilled blood of the unfortunate and poorly trained cult fighters.

Scouring the remainder of the living areas of the complex a number of interesting items and equipment were found, though no further clue as to the ultimate goals of the strange group. Upon investigating the tunnel entrance sloping upward (where earlier they had observed the 'meat-bearing' cultists) the Party found an end to the shaped and worked passage-ways; a rough cut, winding tunnel, from which emanated the first breath of a breeze they had felt since crawling through the secret tunnel earlier.

A curious and slightly rancid odour greeted the Party as they entered a twisting natural section of cave, the walls and floor damaged by the movements of the faults deep beneath the Firesteaps. Moving cautiously forwards and upwards they very soon encountered the source of the peculiar smell. Greyish brown, lizard featured humanoids began to flit about the periphery of the Party, crawling and scrambling from the many cave openings and fissures in the tunnel. These creatures were quickly identified by Evnarra as being Troglodytes and an alarming number of them were now extended in a rough circle around our 'heroes'.

Despite Troglodytes less than savoury reputation the Cultists had managed to find some equilibrium with the creatures and inherit free guards into the bargain by regularly feeding the creatures to keep them torpid and docile. Approaching the situation with caution the Party came to much the same conclusion and used food as a lure and 'trade-off' to move hastily to the upper tunnels where a breeze, scented with pine needles greeted them like a breath of ambrosia after their time underground.

Just as the beginnings of a dim light could be seen around the corners of the last stretch of tunnels a hideous stench took over the previously sweet air. Investigating a side chamber the Party found themselves face-to-face with the top line of the cults 'natural' defences at their 'back-door'. A large and well-fed Troll confronted our group in a chamber littered with bones and refuse from countless unhappy creatures. A struggle ensued with the Troll very keen to add yet another meal to its never-ending need to gorge. Overcoming this last challenge, with fire and acid putting paid to the creature's uncanny regenerative abilities, the PArty could at last turn their faces toward the twisting deer-tracks and mountain streams that would lead them back north to Erruggarr's Shrine.


The Cult - Sharah attempts to subdue the leader of this cult cell, trying to strike his temple with the pommel of her dagger blade. Unfortunately the strike misses, and a resigned Tarvald, seeing the destruction of his followers and ineffectiveness of his summoned pet, smashes his "homing ruby" and perishes in the conflagration.

The cult fights with a passion and feverish purpose, gladly sacrificing themselves for whatever strange purpose they represent. Some are less committed than others, though these cultists interested in self preservation have been a minority and only break when forced to hopeless situations.

Active Characters:

Erro Moonshadow, Evnarra Rockcutter, Lando Calraesa, Silifrey Dotsk, Sharah Bloodcast.

Off Characters:

Cathrykan arrives at the Hall of the Sunset one afternoon, escorted by her new attendant Treava, temple guardsmen (dressed in impractical leather harness) and a small carriage from which is lifted (with much grunting and sweating) many large, lead sealed leather sacks. Shortly afterward a beaming Silvio was seen rushing about the bottom level of the Hall to find Arantes and the sound of clinking trade bars could be clearly heard by Gaukin and the Chef across the way in the kitchens.

Calaith Loreweaver, Cathrykan Shintar, Gaukin Lumberbearer, Kosef Mara.


Orsekk Strakkhelm, Tarvald, Doomsayer of Torsch, The Brothers of Ash and Flame.

Morain (Torsch), Soltan (Sherra), Kashar (Foreign) – deceased members of the Brothers of Flame & Ash. Most bodies of the 'regular' cultists are of Kordian extraction or bear features of the different Lake of Steam nations/city states. Kashar is from further away, perhaps the Shining Sea States to the south and west.


#4. "The End is Coming!"


1325 XP for each ACTIVE CHARACTER.

861 XP for each OFF CHARACTER.

(1650 accumulated XP for each NPC SUNSET CHARACTER).

Story Goal Achieved:

Refitting the Hall #1. and "Stretch Goal" Achieved.

Rewards – The Indecipherable Map. 250gp each.

From Silvio upon return. Sharah in custody of Map.


Hammer of the Forge, Diverse Wealth; Potions, Weapons, Raw Gemstones and Processed Metals, Sets of Armour and other Trade Goods. (Chainmail + 1, Studded Leather + 1, 3 Common Healing Potions, Potion of Comprehend Languages).

Cult Texts – For Calaith, Cathrykan, Erro and Evnarra to peruse.


Reunited in the Errudrakenath our Party and their friends made some decisions about the immediate future of Expedition B.

1). Silifrey would remain at the shrine for the period of mourning being held for Thorfan Inkpen, learning more about dwarven culture and incidentally allowing herself a sneaky chance at some 'personal-business' with regards to the bookishly attractive artist Quailyth.

2). They would attempt to discover the true nature of the 'Blight' affecting the lands about Sherra and filtering up and down the river Malravan. This would entail the remaining memebrs of Expedition B, plus Erro, entering the nearby township as quickly as possible.


The End of the Old Firm
Catch-Up Vignette 1 - "Erro's Big Score"

Morning, 18th Flamerule, 472KR. Northgate District.

Story: On the 14th of Flamerule, most of the newer members of the Sunset Wanderers found themselves in the middle of a turf war between two gangs in the Warrens. Rather than take sides, Erro and Kosef met with one group (the weaker Etto Parade Boys) and tipped them off to the move being made by their rivals (the Old Firm). This was done with a view to arriving on the scene and making a play for the elimination of both gang's that were operating in or around Fletcher's Square and Etto Parade (the Warrens 'neatest' trade street). The resulting street battle spelt the end for the Etto Parade Boys and their leadership group, whilst the Old Firm were left 'headless' after Kosef Mara skewered 'Daddy' Thanrus with a well timed thrust of his blade. The leaderless remains of the Old Firm fled the scene, and at least one or two members survived the voracious 'zombie-children' created by Mykala in the Water Gardens.

The now depleted Old Firm quit the Warrens district soon after, and Erro used contacts from the Twists and the Warrens to find a disused warehouse in Northgate that the gang had ear-marked as a bolt-hole. Indeed the remainder of their stash, personnel and equipment were taken there on the evening of the 16th of Flamerule. With the bulk of the Sunset Wanderers engaged in expeditions to areas outside of Kordova, Erro Moonshadow resolved to use his 'credit' within Waukeen's Church to eliminate the lingering Old Firm once and for all. During the process of obtaining assistance and consulting with Vergano at the church; She Has Risen in Profit, Erro became the head of small sub-sect of Waukeen, The Many Hands of Waukeen and was given the church's blessing in his endeavors to bring the religion back to the fore south of Kordova's Grand Canal.

On the morning of the 18th, whilst many in Kordova slept off hangovers or headed for the markets spreading from the Colosseum outwards into the Circus, Northgate and Bel-Tevalya, Erro and a small group of determined Waukeenites met in the back alleys of Northgate District. The disused warehouse that they placed under a quick observation was boarded up, although both the front door and the rear exit (into a small fenced yard) were accessible and appeared to have been used recently. At the outset Brother Opius placed an Arcane Lock on the double front doors, so as prevent any obvious routes to escape. The small group of Waukeenite attackers then distributed themselves to the rear of the premises and not being challenged prepared to give the Old Firm a breakfast in bed to remember.

Smashing through the rear doors the Many Hands of Waukeen found a largely empty warehouse room, with offices and sub-rooms to the west. On the far eastern wall one bulky, scarred Old Firm member was feeding their 'pet', a shaggy and malodorous Quaggoth, sometimes used by gangs, guilds or individuals as semi-intelligent guard beasts. Their ferocious aspect and insatiable hunger make them ideally suited for this role. The remainder of the Old Firm immediately scattered, drawing or looking for weapons, whilst the Kennel Keeper' began to free the still hungry Quaggoth.

A brisk and swirling melee ensued, with Erro taking on the role of a point distraction, drawing as many members of the Old Firm towards him, whilst Bilvyn, Opius and his acolytes hammered open hand and spell attacks into the confused ranks of the gang. Many telling blows were struck by both sides, including a well placed calming spell that focused the leader and his backup on Erro rather than the lesser experienced members of the Hands. During this initial flurry, two of the young Hands faced off against the Quaggoth, bravely holding the left flank to protect Bilvyn and Opius near the doorway.

Derneal, a young traders son from Bordonna, had only recently joined the Monastery of the Refilled Urn, and being young still had a streak of the impetuous about him. His attacks confused the Quaggoth briefly as side-by-side he and another acolyte forced the creature to stand and fight. Unfortunately for young Derneal a well placed swipe of the Quaggoth's claws all but removed his head from his shoulders. A new soul feasts in Waukeen's endless Guildhall, and the Many Hands vowed to remember their first sacrifice along the road to influence in Kordova.

It was Erro himself who, without regard to the stray swings of blade and axe, sprinted to the assistance of his young charges, felling the Quaggoth with a series of well placed punches that finished with a devastating uppercut that snapped the creature's powerful, corded neck. The remaining pair of gang members, including their new leader, attempted to flee, but were cut down after finding the front doors barred to their egress.

The Many Hands of Waukeen cleaned the area very quickly, perhaps more concerned with the remainder of the Old Firm's stash. The bodies were placed behind crates and boxes, and the doors closed on the way out, but the Waukeenites made no further efforts to disguise the carnage (see Arrival and Commencement #10). They were able to return to the Warrens and begin the process of cleaning and preparing the old shrine in Fletcher's Square for regular use. The abandoned house in the North-East of the Square has been appropriated (and dedicated to Derneal), whilst several traders have begun to repaint and refit their shop fronts. A suburb within a suburb has been born…


Erro - breaks jaws and bones left and right as he rampages through the disoriented Old Firm. Even their 'pet' eventually succumbs to a powerful uppercut from the elf as he grows into his martial abilities with gusto.

The Many Hands of Waukeen follow Erro's instructions to the letter, selflessly placing themselves in danger to aid a beleaguered comrade or block an enemy's route of attack. Only one of their members is killed in the fight, a young trader's son named Derneal. Derneal's Rest.

Bilvyn Corkhand soothes the aggravated minds of many of the Old Firm, drawing their attention from the weaker acolytes and towards the capable fists of Erro Moonshadow.

Brother Opius 'Arcane Locks' the front doors of the warehouse well before the eventual altercation, preventing any escape for the desperate members of the Old Firm.

Active Characters:

Erro Moonshadow.

Off Characters:

None. All accounted for in Downtime or Expeditions A & B.


Bilvyn Corkhand, Brother Opius.


First emergence of The Many Hands of Waukeen. Sections for Old Firm, Etto Parade Boys and some other gangs to be updated (or finalised in the case of the two unfortunate gangs who tangled with our 'heroes').

Arrival and Commencement #10. Butchered in Northgate.


0 ALL CHARACTERS – XP accounted for in previous Logs.


Emerald Summoning Stone.

Reward / Bounty Claimed – Sunset Wanderers – 200gp. Investigation of the source of the Wailing Waif in the Water Gardens District (see [[:mykala | Mykala]] or The Madness of the Moon).

10 sets of irregular armour and weaponry contributed to Sunset Vault.


No Downtime. Erro speeds from the city toward Expedition B, riding one of the two Palfreys gifted to Cathrykan. The priestess is herself more concerned with the preparations for the Festival of the Red Sisters.

"Fallout and Secrets from this section (and indeed the last three logs, heading for compilation pages, will be done hopefully post Saturday Session)."

The Shrine in the Firesteaps
Session 5 - The Earth Shakes, Banter Ensues

Morning – Lavrana District, 16th Flamerule, 472KR.

"To be fair, the Banter had started well before the Earthquake. However I'm getting ahead of the story; so…"


16th Flamerule. Lavrana District, Home of Baldrin and Baldrin Junior.

Baldrin Torona strode into the kitchen of the well appointed townhouse with a skip in his step and a smile upon his young, slightly petulant face. With the heat from the summer sun already warming the cobbles and tree lined streets of Lavrana he should have been awake hours ago, already trapped in his father's stiflingly hot workroom; peering endlessly at stones, fastenings and other meticulous concerns of the jewellers' art. 

"Hah, not today old man," thought Baldrin as he reached for a the best of a sorry bunch of apples.

Even the poor quality of his breakfast couldn't dampen the smile and jaunty mood that Baldrin found himself in. Today was a fight day, sanctioned and organised by his father's own Guild. Even that dry old work-horse had to concede the benefit of a 'local' representative in the competition. And Baldrin thought, well knew, that he was the best going around on the Hill. Other young men played at 'bravo's' swishing a blade from time to time, but Baldrin practiced every night by the old cherry tree, and he knew he was better.

"Just please Tymora, not some expert from the Citadel, just a group of unwashed toughs and local kids", then he'd be sure to win that amulet and Elissa would be his for certain.

Her eyes, her hair, the way she laughed at his attempts at humour. It set his blood to boiling and visions of himself rescuing her from some nefarious enemy raced through his mind. Perhaps some ringleader of the poor districts, a kidnapper, evil and depraved; and him carving his way through to her side, snapping out strikes to win the day and her heart. Only the other day Elissa had spent an inordinate time mooning over that idiot Haldar, just because he went and got promoted and had a shiny new officers small-sword and badges of rank. Well, he'd show her. And Haldar. Why march in a rank like a well trained dog, when one could reach for the skies on the point of a blade?

16th Flamerule, later that day. Shady Lane Hospice, Lavrana District.

Baldrin awoke later, disoriented and his left thigh throbbing and on fire with a sharp, raw pain. He groaned and tried to rotate his body on the pallet on which he lay, glimpsing symbols of healing and calm through his encrusted, still unfocused eyes. He'd been taken to a Hospice it seemed, the air thick with the smell of drying herbs and wafting incense to mask the smells of sickness and congealed blood.

His youthful face twisted in pain again and then flushed as he remembered more clearly the events of that morning. It had all been going so perfectly, he easily outmatched and put paid to each opponent in turn, and was certain that he'd claim the prize, and Elissa's good graces; if not her heart. And then the "Mysterious Challenger" had put up his hand like a vengeful spirit watching from the sidelines to snatch Baldrin's victory from him in the very moment he was relishing his impending glory. 

And those idiots, those un-parochial morons who lived and worked around the Hill. They'd cheered for the Stranger, all quips and flashing blade. It wasn't fair. He'd obviously had training and moved with a fluid grace that Baldrin knew he could not match. And then the strike. He'd passed out, the pain had been too great. By now it would be all over the Hill. However could he show his face? And his father. 

Baldrin groaned as he pictured the 'know-it-all' lecture he was sure to receive. In his pain laden state he lashed out feebly at the adjacent wall, causing more damage to his hand than the unyielding uncaring stone. It was all the fault of that "Mysterious Challenger". Lando, from some poncy little city to the north. Through the red-rim of pain, Baldrin swore revenge, still blinking back tears of shame…


Travelling with Silvio to the temple of the Fortunate Coin at the base of the Lavranan Hill our Party were in relatively high spirits. Rewards and congratulations were in the air and Silvio was in a buoyant mood, happily describing the sights and smells of the Grand Canal as they crossed the bridge heading north. On the way they chanced upon an impromtu duelling ring, combatants testing blades and warming up with stretches, or ales. Silvio being an old hand at Kordova's duelling rings insisted that they stop awhile and watch the competition, non-lethal and refereed by a Guilder of the Jewellers Co-Operative, the sponsors of the event.

The average quality of the combatants was leavened out by some deft work from a young local guilder (Baldrin Torona Jnr), a brutal docksider (well into his tankards) and a competent looking soldier type wielding a longer and heavier Epee. Towards the knock-out stages of the fights, a well spoken foreigner also entered the lists, possessed of a spry demeanour, light step and a polished rapier that glittered where his attire did not. The "Mysterious Challenger" greeted his opponents courteously and with sincerity, before ably destroying their strikes and counters with lashing ripostes and equally cutting remarks. Kordova had been introduced to the deft moves, Dragonmere stylings and the swift blade 'Falcon' of Lando Calraesa.

During the final fight with Baldrin Torona, the Sunset Wanderers had bet on and assiduously supported Lando. Evnarra even going as far as unobtrusively creating an audible illusion of many different voices of encouragement for the "Mysterious Challenger". Silvio and Sharah had exchanged knowing glances and following the fight Silvio wasted no time in congratulating this able foreigner with an angle to securing a further member for the Sunset Wanderers growing roster. Lando, at somewhat of a loose end, quickly agreed to become a sworn guild-member, particularly as there was an immediate chance at adventure and coin with the Party now pressed for time to make a start on the journey East to Erruggar's Shrine and the farmlands of Kordia's rich south-east.

There was some brief conjecture over rewards, temple arrangements and personal matters, before the members of what would become Expedition B began a hasty series of preparations that saw them through the city and on the road by mid-afternoon.

Whilst travelling along the first section of the highway, just south and east of Kordova, it was immediately obvious that the denizens of the Orc Encampments, hired as mercenary irregulars to support the Burning Spear Legion, had increased in number, their tents and outbuildings now flowing some hundreds of feet beyond the initial camp boundaries. The two tribal differences have been maintained by the Burning Spear, with the road still delineating the boundary between the usually fractious sub-groups of Orc.

The rest of the mid-day and afternoon passed by with our Party seeing various traders and wagons heading toward Kordova, some regular consignments, others obviously special deliveries for the Trade Fair. These included a group of friendly dwarven merchants out of Three-Swords, who (chuffed by the Dwarven reception; all ACTIVE PC's speak dwarven) made an impromptu break of their chance meeting, sharing nips of Skullsmasher Spirits  and tales of the road ahead with Expedition B. Lando and Silifrey in particular seem much taken with the heady liquor, though little Evnarra was a trifle unsteady on her feet until rest and a hot meal.

Towards afternoon on the second day of their journey (17th) the members of Expedition B came upon the turn off from the highway to the township of Sherra and the Firesteap Mountains beyond. Local geography placed a series of mine works throughout the Firesteaps, and besides vegetables and grain (the staple produce of the region) the Moro family is known to produce a superior clip of goats wool and related products to the east of the town. The intersection itself was found to be befouled with a large pile of rotting grain sacks, vegetable matter and spoiled beer. Discarded piles like this had been a feature of the past few miles, yet this was the largets one seen by Expedition B to date. Rotting and over-ripe foodstuffs seem to be the order of the day, with merchants changing their cargos or opting for items not tainted by the 'blight' that is all pervading in the region. At least the badger-mice and birds are happy.

Turning toward the Firesteap Mountains and pushing toward dusk on the 17th of Flamerule, our 'heroes' heard a high, clear voice, singing of green and its many hues. This captivating performance was coming from an ancient stone circle, just visible from the path leading south. Prepared for anything our group startled a young half-elven woman, intent on her song and the sketch she was making of the ash and yew groves adjacent to the weathered stones. With relief at the friendly nature of the travellers, the young half-elf gushed her immediate story, eager to befriend a group of people with a passion for discovery and adventure. Quailyth later (around camp) agreed to travel with them in the hopes of finding suitable drawing subjects, due partly to her disappointment in not being allowed into Sherra to see the local mask museum.

Quailyth's first startled reaction and fears of bandits were later proven to be the down side to the next morning, when whilst the stars still danced overhead, the Party awoke to Sharah's insistent whisper and hand over mouth routine. She had spotted and heard several medium sized creatures moving toward their campsite and in a matter of seconds the Party readied themselves to face a possible threat. Wide missile coverage and stealthy movements surprised the ragged band of bandits (or possibly deserters) that had thought to take an easy prey. Their surprise was compounded by the abrupt demise of their 'leadership' as Lando hurtled into his first real encounter with gusto. The addition of magic, bow-shots and gunfire quickly put all thought of profit and indeed anything else from the minds of all of their ill-equiped group. The remaining survivor having thoughts of his own (escape and a warm, safe place) was also disappointed when pursued and easily cornered by the Party's considerable movement speed.

He revealed, under some duress, the location and composition of the remainder of their outlaw group, eagerly buying his life (or so he thought) with the information. Leaving him tied to a convenient tree and uncertain fate, the Party resolved to eliminate the bandit presence in the hopes of a favourable introduction to Sherra's local militia. Tracking the route to their hideout following the additional information proved no great a challenge and come sunrise our group of adventurers turned posse approached the derelict farm building where the remaining bandits were located. With Quailyth hidden nearby, the Party formed a plan of attack that would take advantage of their stealth capabilities and hopefully surprise the outlaws with the sun just above the treetops directly behind our 'heroes'.

With one urinating out of a ruined doorway, two clearly moving around performing their morning routine and a fourth on guard, the stealthier approach seemed like a fantastic idea, especially with Silifrey and Evnarra to back up the initial rush of Lando and Sharah. Unfortunately a misplaced step by Sharah resulted in the triggering of a trip-wire, which dumped a handful of pebbles onto an old rusted buckler with a pitted metal face. The guard alerted and the others quickly searching for weapons or drawstrings of breeches the Party wasted no time in turning a bungled stealth run into a blitz attack.

Stunned, groggy and none too skilled the remaining outlaws of Sherra's western hinterland were overpowered and slain with the disregard their predatory type (probably) deserves. A fifth member of their group was found in a small half-ruined chamber of the farmstead, and was given a wide berth after the Party ascertained that the bandit was deceased, most likely from an unknown malady or disease. Almost as expected the yield of loot from these encounters was scant and the Party resolved to make do with any future kudos for their public spirited slaughter of the outlaw band.

Deciding to continue with as much haste as possible toward the Shrine in the now very looming mountains the group turned their faces south, heading back across country to rejoin the main trail. Passing within sight of Sherra in the distance they wound their way steadily upward through copses of yew and oak which gave way to coniferous pines that oozed sap and lay their needles in a brown carpet across the rocky ground. Outcrops of stone became more common as the way grew steeper, causing occasional breaks in what could only be described as lively conversation. Between Silifrey getting to know Quailyth better, Lando's attempts at stilted charm, Sharah sifting the poor girl for local information and Evnarra's still ever present amazement at nearly all things 'surface-world', the final two hours travel to the shrine of Errudrakkenath passed quickly and in high spirits. The only disquieting portent to a fine Kordian morning was the vague suggestion from Evnarra of the rocks of the Firesteaps being in some sort of flux.

With the elegantly carved facade of the Shrine some two hundred feet above them, the Party came to a small hewn alcove, piled with crates, materials and tools. Hitched here were several mules and one packhorse, guarded by two doughty looking dwarven warriors in well made chain and plate armour. Beyond a narrow carven stair twisted its way back and forth, ascending to the entrance to the shrine. Most of the stone work looked to be relatively new, with very little evidence of moss, wear or verdigris.  Using their contracted invitation and dwarven language skills, the Party quickly and politely negotiated an expedited audience with Thorfan Inkpen, the Master of Records and temporal head of the Shrine's operations.

The group found Thorfan within the lower reaches of the Shrine, but not before first being treated to some of the finest examples of dwarven craftsmanship and artistic embellishment. The first ante-chambers of Errudrakkenath were elaborately carved with finished friezes and geometric patterns displaying the power of the Morndinsamman over the productive, religious and family life of their mortal followers. These well painted and expertly cut images were visible in the dark underground by way of an obviously magical line of paint, twinkling with crushed gemstone dust, that ran about the base of the rooms and by well wrought braziers of brass, filled with a smoke free and scented oil.

If the ante-chambers were opulent, then the work done by dwarven craftsmen on the main hall during the six year 'construction' of the shrine could only be described as staggering. A series of niched recesses contained elaborately decorated depictions of the deities of the Morndinsamman, leading the eye with effortless ease to the greater shrine of Moradin. Through carven archways there continued straight and decorated corridors, sloping slightly into the mountainside. In the distance sounds of steel on rock, occasional snatches of song and the bustle of handcarts, ropes and pulleys could be heard. Into this small network of tunnels and stairs the Party was led, discovering as they did so the large amount of work still to be completed and the shaft entrances, bunkrooms and storage areas that formed the bulk of the complex.

Thorfan was found in a relatively small and crowded room two levels down and surrounded books, scrolls and writing materials. After a cordial greeting including a special acknowledgment for his 'little-sister-of-stone" Evnarra, he became very businesslike insisting that time was of the essence and conveying the Party swiftly to the source of their predicament. As his desk was so conveniently covered with interesting documents Sharah attempted to peruse their contents surreptitiously. When nothing appeared of notice she moved swiftly behind the others, unaware until later that little Evnarra, unnoticed by the others had taken a good long look at a trade ledger predicting futures of ogliocase (Sunstone) and the quantities expected from the mines.

Deeper they were led into the unfinished lower level of the complex, along the way experiencing (via Thorfan, Evnara and a growing group sense of foreboding) minor vibrations and movements of the earth's bones beneath their feet. Arriving at a dead end the group found a smallish irregular stone chamber, some 40 feet in diameter, that contained a barricade of wooden planks, two dwarven warriors, a priestly looking dwarf and a roughly 6 foot diameter hole with charred and burnt edges. The rock itself inside the hole and about its lip appeared fused, as if by great heat, with pockmarks and pitts in its otherwise smooth surface. The dwarven warriors departed to a respectful distance in the corridor allowing their leaders to converse with our 'heroes' in private(the later being Orsekk Strakkhelm, the religious leader of the shrine and in charge of services, dedications and the wellbeing of the dwarven expedition crew).

The dwarves began to describe the attempted entry to the complex and subsequent slaying of a Salamander and two younger fire-snakes. This had occurred shortly after this chamber had been discovered, and immediately after the breach in the floor had connected to the hole leading downward. Due to instabilities in the rock the hole had widened and a barrier was put in place by the workers to ensure no-one accidentally fell in. It was during the following deliberations regarding the warmth of the chamber in comparison to the surrounding corridors, and the depth of the hole when tested with knotted ropes, that the mountains themselves took a hand in our story. The small movements and rumblings of the earth became a minor tremor, throwing some to the ground and shaking everyone with their intensity. Quailyth, hanging back from the group, staggered into the corridor and fell beside the warriors struggling to hold their halberds upright whilst bracing against the walls. 

For the unfortunate group in the chamber the tremor turned into a quake, the earth heaving and tossing them from side to side. With cracks appearing in the floor and a dangerous amount of loose scree beginning to add its noise to the din of the earthquake as it slid downward the Party made the unanimous decision to run for the questionable safety of the corridor. Perhaps if the floor had not then collapsed around the dramatically widening hole, or perhaps if a swifter move had been made toward the entrance the resulting carnage may not have occurred. Lando was left hanging at an almost vertical angle from the top of the now ruined chamber, stretching forward to the dwarves and Quailyth in the corridor. The remainder of the Party, including Orsekk and Thorfan were plunged into a mass of small bouncing rocks and sharp splinters of obsidian, down the winding smooth hole in the floor. 

The smooth passage was (fortunately for most) not vertical after its initial drop and the group of struggling humanoids were abruptly slammed into the floor of a small room, some 45-50 feet below the level they had been on. Due to the diagonal nature of the fall, most were bruised, cut, but otherwise whole. It was only after the dust and gravel had settled that they found poor Thorfan, skull crushed, amongst the largest pile of debris. The strewn chamber twinkled in an eerie half red glow, small fire agates embedded in the stone giving off a disturbing, yet adequet amount of light. Understandably Orsekk spent the first few minutes below mourning the loss of his friend and comrade, whilst the Party began to orient themselves in their new surrounds and inspect the hole in the ceiling some 12 feet above.

They found Orsekk to be a taciturn and knowledgeable cleric, devoted to Moradin, prepared to assist his impromtu companions in exploring the chambers they found themselves in. After laying Thorfan's body out respectfully they resolved to continue with their unexpectedly accelerated mission, confident that assistance from above would arrive. Indeed, moments later a rope (tied with knots every few feet) slithered out of the hole, followed by Lando, half climbing, half dropping into the room with a flourish that was unfortunately a little inappropriate for the sombre mood below. In the dim light our 'heroes' began to fully assimilate the nature of their current location.

Carved sheets of obsidian formed rectangular frames for friezes depicting a variety of religious events, obvious from the elaborate head-gear and poses of the figures. Evidence of flames, depictions of ash clouds, mountains and roaring fires all supported their suspicions that the complex was older than Kordia and was from the time of the Thalasian Changeling 'kingdom' that had previously existed in the area. Indeed after further investigation of adjacent corridors and rooms there was found to be damage from some upheaval of earth and fire, extensive sections of hardened lava, and more friezes that all pointed to a date some 650-850 years ago. The Party had unwittingly fallen into the religious complex of Hyradraea, one of the three power centres of Thalasian religious rule that were destroyed during the final months of the Ash Wars.

A small secret chamber was discovered, scrapings in the floor stone and fresh disturbances leading them to a concealed pivot door that opened into a hastily laid out storage area. Here they found newly made robes, hoods and sashes emblazoned with an emblem of dark flame rising, reminiscent of some of the carvings on the walls. Also here the Party discovered newly made and well kept weapons, bucklers, equipment and a cache of amulets, all identical and made in the same stylised flame shape as the emblazons on the afore-mentioned items of clothing. Unaware of Expedition A's discovery of similar objects beneath the Carmino Estate in Lake's Edge, they rounded up some needed items and Sharah added to her collection of disguises whilst also helping herself to a fine polished longbow of good springy yellow wood.

It did not take our group long to discover the owners of the materials they had found, as moving through dimly lit corridors and chambers they found firstly a refuse pile, with recently rotted food-stuffs, and also clear signs of humanoid movements via scuff marks and drag marks on the stone floors. Their explorations were finally halted by the discovery of a small group of robed humans worshipping or meditating before a particularly large set of wall carvings in a vaulted chamber supported by many large rounded columns of worked stone. In the same robes as were found earlier, and with little else to go on the Party made the precipitous decision to ambush the ritual and ask questions later. 

In the Chamber of Ashen Memory we discovered that our 'heroes' are experts at surprising and overcoming a poorly armed, fanatical and ultimately suicidal group of unskilled fighters (defining heroic at this point may have been an interesting digression). Silifrey spared no time in finding solid groups of cultists with which to cover in a hail of shot, before effectively eliminating reinforcements arriving around a blind corner. Evnarra dashed about the columns of the chamber, stopping occasionally to fling a globe of acid or two at stray figures. And on one 'flank' with assistance arriving from further within the complex a wall of knife and club wielding cultists attempted to defeat a tandem effort from Sharah and Lando. This worked as well as can be expected with the two Rogues carving a swathe of destruction through the slow and ill-trained cultists. Orsekk provided a solid base and back-up which was certainly not required in the end.

Mopping up the last resistance the Party were relieved to find that the nature of the deities in question was somewhat disquieting (lords of Flame, Ash and Magma) and felt a little more vindicated in their unprovoked attack. In a final shrine they found evidence that confirmed the identity of the complex as the old Thalasian centre of Hyradraea and that the primary deity in question was Gaargash, the Elemental Lord of Ash, a god with a none too savoury reputation in the region following certain historical events. Exhausted from their efforts they decided to set a guard and indulge in an hours or so's rest out of sight of the main chamber areas they had discovered.


Geography – The Party 'encounter' their first real indication that the region surrounding Greater Kordia is unstable and in a state of flux. A significant Earthquake occurred on the 18th of Flamerule, towards afternoon. This placed the Party in an inconvenient position and unfortunately killed Thorfan Inkpen in the resulting destruction.

Evnarra - Begins to have a real financial effect on the state of Party treasure acquisition, her skills in the identification of gemstones being of special use in Kordova. Her illusions during the Duel in Lavrana and at the complex of Hyradraea are becoming more complex and potentially devastating to an unprepared opponent.

LandoIntroduces himself with the end of Falcon, his beloved rapier, and a politeness toward the 'fairer-sex' that is charming in its own way. He is seldom short of a biting quip for his opponents as they taste the pointy end of Falcon's well balanced blade. Already there is a growing list of maimed or deceased bandits, acolytes and 'want-to-be' duellists in his wake.

SharahPushes through distraction and disorientation as she learns to cope with the outdoors again. After years of being 'fused to the cobblestones" of both Baldur's Gate and now Kordova the young elf would appear to have misplaced her race's natural abilities and affinity for the outdoors. Fortunately she makes up for any minor discomforts and 'bungles' by repeatedly eviscerating the fanatic cultists found beneath Erruggar's shrine.

SilifreyWith a laugh and a grin blackens the chamber and near deafens the Party with a double blast of her new "Shotgun" that showers the bulk of the first group of cultists (worshipping near an old wall frieze) with a hail of deadly shot. Those that survive the first blast are soon with their gods as she reloads and fires weapons with a slick ease that is frightening to watch.

The PartyRecovers their composure quickly not once but twice. Seeing off the bandit group at the ancient stones, and then having the foresight to eliminate their base before the remainder realised their friends weren't coming home. The second speedy recovery followed the unexpected trip down the old lava tube, resulting in injuries to all and the death of Thorfan Inkpen. Despite the shock and reality of the dwarf's untimely demise the Party quickly reformed into "under-ground" mode and ventured into the ancient complex, prepared for the worst.

Active Characters:

Evnarra Rockcutter, Lando Calraesa, Sharah Bloodcast, Silifrey Dotsk.

Off Characters:

Calaith, GaukinKosef, Cathrykan.

Erro, completed a shorter downtime period by borrowing a newly aquired Palfrey (courtesy of Cathrykan's temple endeavours) and riding after the members of Expedition B. He arrived shortly after the works began on a 'rescue-stair' by the dwarves. Erro found Quailyth, Barro Hammander and a group of dwarven clergy/engineers in the bowels of the complex around the widened hole created by the Earthquake, quickly offering to scout for the Party via use of Lando's rope 'ladder'.

After the 19th (roughly early morning) we are once again on concurrent timelines for ON and OFF CHARACTERS. XP, Downtime, etc… will now proceed as per normal Home-Brew Rules.


Quailyth Half-Elven, Orsekk Strakkhelm, Thorfan Inkpen, Silvio VerbosaBaldrin of Jewellers Hill.


Updated in Multiple Sections of Gossip and Employment.


(First 60 hours, 16th-19th of Flamerule).

376 for each ACTIVE CHARACTER.

0 for each OFF CHARACTER of Present Players.

94 for each OFF CHARACTER of Downtime Players,

(Currently Cathrykan Shintar, Erro Moonshadow).

(Subsequent Timeline - 19th Flamerule Onward).

0 (as yet) for each ACTIVE CHARACTER (currently Expedition B).

0 (as yet) for each OFF CHARACTER (completed Expedition A).

0 (as yet) for each 'Medvedev' OFF CHARACTER.

0 (as yet) for each NPC in the Sunset Wanderers (currently Expedition C and various Kordova based Activities).

Our timelines for the purposes of Experience are once again concurrent and as such XP will be awarded when a period of 'reflection', camp routine, downtime, etc… is reached as per normal. 


Night Eye Hood, Night Eye Leathers, Tattered Red Scroll Case, Bandolier of Readiness, Skullsmasher Spirits, A Recycled Book, Wondrous Geography.


Downtime Re-Initiated (6 Hours for Current OFF CHARACTERS – to be determined at beginning of Session 6).

During the travel back to Kordova from Lake's Edge, Calaith found a curious ending to a ledger that otherwise served as a simple record. Of interest to himself and the Sunset Wanderers may be the tome Wondrous Geography also discovered in this collection.


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