Pathfinder Greycloak Campaign
Episode 18: 8/23/09
Ashelia Raminas, elf ranger-rogue/3-3
Nineve, human knight/6
Sarek, human wizard/6
Xicar, human cleric/6
Haroldur, human wizard 2/cleric 4
Enoch, human sorcerer 1/monk 5
The next day we travel with the survivors from the ruins of the keep back to the hunting lodge. That evening, Vander approaches Nineve and mentions some helpful things he remembers about working with the cultists and Akasha, the leader. It seems she HATES silver! It’s a strange thing to remember, but it struck him as odd and for some reason stuck in his mind.
As we’re all sitting around the campfire, I notice the strange dog is hanging around the edge of our camp. It shrinks into the woods at my approach, but I leave it some food and I notice it back again a few minutes later, eating.
As we’re heading off to bed, Zollara appears! She looks concerned. She says, “Your resilience and courage will see you through the trials ahead.”
Ashe – The Trumpet
Nineve – The Teamster
Haroldur – The Sickness
Sarek – The Tangled Briar
Xikar – The Waxworks
Enoch – The Desert
The Paladin…....The Teamster….... The Cricket
The Locksmith…..The Eclipse…..... The Hidden Truth
The Liar…...... The Rakshasa ….. The Survivor
Zolara interprets our reading:
(The Past) “The Paladin represents strength in adversity. In this case I see one of you standing in victory over a fallen superior, perhaps an instructor or or father? The locksmith grants the keys to unlock destiny. He grants the tools but not insight as to how they may be used. One of you will unlock secrets from your past. The liar represents treacherous love, deception that pits brother against brother or father against son.”
(The Present) “The Teamster is a driving external force that keeps you going, no matter what. The Teamster exhorts you to continue on, despite the self doubt and loss of purpose shown by the Eclipse. Elsewhere, the Rakshasa sits upon the backs of its slaves, imposing its will on them, opposing your every move, from the shadows.”
(The Future) “The Cricket represents travel, in this case, a speedy return home. The Hidden Truth has the power to reveal secrets. I see family histories revealed in a new light to allow you to see past the obvious to the greater truth, and dark secrets hidden within.”
Then, faster than you can say “Oops, forgot to mention the GRW!”, she’s gone.
The next day, we part ways with Vander, Edain, and the other survivors and begin the 5 day journey to Turtleback Ferry. We’re not in a hurry, so I have plenty of time to spend with the strange dog that keeps following us. We win him over after a day or so, and he starts actually traveling with our group. I’m delighted that he’s traveling with us, but the next day, he seems incredibly nervous. I get the sense that he’s trying to get us to take another path. Intrigued, I follow the dog and lead our group down a smaller game trail that takes a slightly circuitous route around (rather than through) a valley before rejoining the main trail at the top of the ridge. I’m feeling a little irritated at myself for allowing a flight of fancy to add 45 minutes to our hike that day. As we crest the ridge, I pause a moment to take in the surroundings. As I glance back, I spot a grey render lurking in the valley below. My original path through the valley would have taken us right into its territory! I give the dog a few pats and continue on our journey. Thanks to him, we avoided what could have been a serious encounter with a very dangerous creature.
A few days later we arrive at the tiny hamlet of Turtleback Ferry. We all buy riding horses, practically gorge ourselves on a hearty home cooked meal, and spend a welcome night in warm beds. The next day, the dog brings me a dead chicken, and I have a slightly sticky encounter with an irate farmer. I apologize and pay him 5sp for his chicken… and he suddenly offers us some more chickens “for the road”. We take him up on his offer of a few fresh eggs, and spend our last night at his house.
After a hearty farmhouse breakfast, we head out to Istivin. We travel through rural but civilized lands for a few more days and finally arrive at the city walls. We take a winding path through the lower tiers of the city and make our way to the Cabal, purchasing some badly needed fresh clothes along the way. The journey through the city takes about two days.
We finally arrive at the Cabal and are greeted by acolytes who are happily surprised to see us. We have about an hour to get situated before we’re summoned to Marten’s chambers.
Marten is pretty put out at us for vanishing on him, and, more importantly, The Ministry of Justice, and specifically Justice Ironbriar are after us for questioning regarding the events at the Sawfish Boys slaughterhouse. He asks us why he SHOULDN’T just turn us in. We present our arguments, with varying degrees of success, before Nineve jumps in and actually tries to INTIMIDATE him! It’s a great performance, but it was doomed from the start. Marten is none too impressed, and we are taken into custody by Legionnaires (who are polite). We are escorted to a nearby prison facility, and handed over to those authorities. They shackle us and admit us to our cells.
After a few days we are transferred to a smaller jail. That evening, we are taken to meet Sheriff Hemlock. The Sheriff tells us he has specifically requested our transfer here to his jail and proceeds to explain why.
Apparently, there have been a number of murders in the city of late that have our names all over them. Hemlock produces a note from the most recent murder. It is battered and written in blood. It reads “You return, and now the chase begins. I am simply what you have made me, O my masters!” Apparently it was attached to the victim with something of Sarek’s. Clearly, we aren’t involved, but whenever Hemlock tries to look into the murders, his investigation is inexplicably blocked by someone higher up the chain. He asks if we’d be willing to investigate for him, and of course, we’re in no position to disagree.
Hemlock takes us to a lumbermill. At the bottom of the logsplitter is the nauseating mess of what used to be a person. Apparently this was the miller’s wife, Cassandra Vinder. Despite the gruesome scene, this isn’t the murder he’s interested in.
We head upstairs and find another body, Embedded in the corpse’s sleeve is Sarek’s missing dagger. Carved into the corpse’s chest are a set of mysterious of symbols. Sarek can’t identify the symbols, but he’s sure they’re related to ritualistic human sacrifice. I sift to to find out some information, but I don’t’ get much. We discuss the murder and its similarities to other murders in question. We are told a survivor from another attack is being held at a local sanatorium. We decide to visit the survivor at the Saintly Haven of Respite while Hemlock cleans up the lumber mill mess.
The survivor’s name is Grayst Savilla. It takes some convincing, but we are eventually admitted to see him. He’s a wild-eyed fellow drooling on himself. He shrieks as we approach, but Haroldur seems to calm him down. Suddenly, he starts spouting nonsense. Between thrashings and mumblings, we get “He, he, he said you would come! He said that the victims are the harvest of seeds you have sown!” and “When the harvest is done, you shall remember him forever and, and, and”. Several minutes of screaming later, we get “the Misgivings shall, they shall be his throne, and there you shall bow before him!” He then collapses to the ground and lies still. Enoch and I recognize that he’s still twitching slightly as Xicar moves in to check if he needs healing. Suddenly, Grayst the Mad lunges at Xicar and bites his hand! Enoch leaps in and restrains the crazy and Xicar tries to calm him down again. He spouts more nonsense, and then Sarek stuns him with a Word of Authority. While he’s out, I heal check him and determine that he is suffering from the advanced stages of ghoul fever. The friar runs into the room and starts apologizing, swearing he didn’t know, and he had no idea Grayst would react so strongly. We promise not to make a fuss and leave the sanatorium.
We are reutnred to Hemlock’s smaller prison facility. Haroldur manages to convince Sheriff Hemlock to allow us to stay in a large communal cell instead of our individual ones. We pass the evening discussing our leads and options: basically none.
Sarek and Haroldur are interested in doing some research at the library. Amazingly, Hemlock manages to arrange this, and the next morning we are returned to the Cabal (under supervision) to research the arcane runes found on the bodies. We discover that these runes are related to a Nerull worshiping death cult and prevent spells such as Raise Dead, Speak with Dead, etc., as well as damning the soul to Nerull’s realm. We share this knowledge with Hemlock, who is disturbed by the news. When we return to our cell, we find a package from Mossad! There are of course no weapons or anything, but it does contain a few essentials – better food, spellbooks, holy symbols, etc. Tucked inside the outer packaging is a crumpled scrap of paper that reads “Hembly farm” in scrawled blood. No one knows how the bloody note got inside the package.
We find out where Hembly farm is and convince Hemlock to equip us. Then we head out, under guard of course, to the boondocks where Hembly farm is. On the way, we are regaled with tales of the shocking boredom of rural life by one of the guards, who is a local. The guard mentions that if anyone knows what’s going on in these parts, it’s Farmer Gump. At this, naturally we stop by and talk to Farmer Gump. He thinks it’s a bit odd that he hasn’t seen the Hemblys around int he past few weeks. Gump mentions that he warned the Hemblys not to live near the Misgivings, a local haunted house. Haroldur inquires rather directly about the Hemblys and the history of the Misgivings, an old Lillybrook homestead. After an awkward and tactless interrogation, we leave and are led to the Hembly farm.
We come to a large cornfield and are told it’s the Hembly farm. The house is apparently in the center of the fields. I stand on Enoch’s shoulders to orient ourselves, and then we head in the direction of the farmhouse. At one fork, we encounter a scarecrow shaking violently. We approach it and Sarek discovers that is in fact a human in the advanced stages of ghoul fever. We’re about to leave the person there and move on when we’re ambushed! Several scarecrow-ghouls break free of their bonds and attack us! We wade through the ghouls and manage to only lose one of the guards, even though a few do get bitten. An eerie silence falls over the cornfield. This is an unsafe place for anyone, especially unseasoned adventurers. We send the remaining guards back to town with the surviving scarecrow guy and move along.
A little while later we come to another scarecrow ghoul ambush. Enoch gets five-across-the-eyes and Xicar gets paralyzed from behind, but we finish off the ghouls before they finish him off. At length, we come to the farmhouse and barn in the center of the cornfields.
The smell of death hangs heavy in the air. The barn is constructed around a 12 foot tall stone head, all that remains of an ancient statue. Inside, it is a macabre tangle of bones and animal (mostly) carcasses. Ghouls are obviously lairing here, but none of the foul beasts are occupying the place at present.
We press on to the house, where the stench of rotting death is overpowering. We move to the kitchen and find another rune-caved corpse. Before we can investigate, I hear movement in the adjacent bedroom. I hiss a warning and Enoch sees a foot climbing out the bedroom window. In a moment, we’re outside, battling the foul creature on the roof of the farmhouse. I climb the pillars of the porch and find myself facing a ghast. He opens himself up for an attack so I slash him as he shoves me off the roof. He rears, calling ghouls out of the corn. Soon, I am up on the roof again, locked in battle with my sworn enemy. More ghouls climb out of the well and attempt to pull Sarek and Enoch down to the watery depths. Fortunately, they don’t manage to move the unusually tall humans. Nineve, Haroldur, Xicar and Enoch battle the ghouls, and Sarek offers ranged support to me as I battle the ghast. Eventually, Sarek vaporizes the ghast and we all prevail.
Back in the house, we search for clues and find a note. It’s crumpled and written in blood, like the others. It reads, “You fools! You left them unprotected! Now I will take them from you one by one, until you come to me! Who will burn next? The scholar? The Dwarf? The Sheriff?”. We have a brief pow-wow and decide to return to the city to warn our friends. I sift on the body and we discover that the killer must be a mohrg.
We rush back to the city, arriving very late at night and check on Tamklar. He’s fine, though he almost puts an axe through Xicar’s skull for busting in on him at this time of night. We quickly explain and bustle Tamclar and his family over to Alastar Land’s place. We rouse him and take them all to the Cabal for safekeeping. Then we go to Sheriff Hemlock’s place.
Our stomachs sink as we find his door is open. We burst onto a gruesome scene, much like the other rune-carved corpses. Enoch fishes some burning papers out of the fire, while we check on the mutilated corpse of the late Sheriff Hemlock. Among the papers is a badly burned letter, but I examine it and use Sift to read its original message:
Your Honor, Lord Justice Caradoc,
It’s taken me some time, but I’ve finally managed to determine who has been obstructing my investigations into these strange murders. I fear a sinister and calculating mind has both perpetrated these killings, and endeavored to obscure them. A dear friend, whom I hesitate to name, has brought me information and evidences that point to a horrifying possibility. If he is correct, and I fear he may be, these murders are much more than the work of a simple madman. He has brought to light the facts that my, and many other, investigations have been misdirected, denied, reassigned, and otherwise defeated by note other than the direct intervention of Lord Justice Ironbriar, Justice of Dura and 7th Justice of Istivin, capital city of The Kingdom of Caledon. I await your direction in this matter.
Your loyal servant,
Giles Hemlock Sheriff, Whietwall, Dura, Istivin.
Of course, this pivotal evidence is merely circumstantial, as it requires a person with the ability to sift in order to decipher any meaning from the scorched and ruined scrap of parchment. Nevertheless, this could be enough to at least clear our names with the Cabal. Besides, we all decide it’s not wise for us, currently prisoners, to be hanging around the murder scene of our current jailer… We rush back to the Cabal, rouse Mossad, and tell him everything.