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That being said,....Fochu is a long way from the capital of Wa. It's more like Mos Eisley than Coruscant......and the woods nearby aren't exactly the domain of humankind; they are far from subdued. It's the best place I could find to do what I wanted to do with such a milieu.

There's some horse orcs, in the steppes of the northern mainland.

They make decent mercenaries, though they tend to the vicious side of things.....not that that ever stopped anybody back then.

Yeah; they're aren't too many orcs around on the island of Wa, but I'll say there's some on the mainland. Maybe some mercenary/raider types had some contact with Wa, but they're not too common there.
Note; certain members of the existing party in general (i.e. the two humans) will be looked down upon in Wa; they're all foreign barbarians!
They're also 14th level, so it's not like they'll get thrown in the hoozegow too easily.

cool map of Wa and Kozakura I found

I'm starting in the south of Wa.
Between the cities of Fochu and Jasuga, there's a town called Yu.
Yu has long been disputed between the two daimyos of Fochu and Jasuga. Each year they hold a battle and recruit ronin and sellswords to assemble and duke it out, the winning side gets Yu's tax revenue for that year. Desperate poor ronin from across Wa converge on Yu, to make a little cash by slaughtering their contemporaries and hopefully gain a retainership with an actual daimyo again......

The Shogunate is extremely powerful in Wa, and these two Provinces are relatively poor and in the styx and far from the action.....typically this is a real s~+& detail to be assigned as daimyo to one of these provinces.
The Shogun allows this annual battle ritual, however, because it is a convenient way to cull the number of ronin that have been created as a byproduct of his consolidation of power through dissolving and recombining several provinces and often "firing" their historical ruling daimyos. When a daimyo's house goes under, well.....he can't pay his retainers, so they are forced to walk the ronin path. And sometimes get into all sorts of rascally diversions.
The time for this annual battle draws near. The shugenja are consulting the omens to reckon the most auspicious day for the grand melee.
Also,....in the forest of Momoben at the south of Wa,....there have been rumors of disquiet. Unnatural occurrences. Strange creatures sighted, bizarre happenings.......watermelons growing off of pine trees, swarms of flying frogs, cats walking through villages and proclaiming that the end of the world is near. Something uncanny is up.

Any questions let me know; also any requests hit me with them. I haven't fully fleshed out the milieu of the scenario as much as I would have liked, but that leaves plenty of room for improvisation and like alteration.

Right on;.....
I guess it would help you guys if I had a better fleshed out milieu.

well, that's my item.....heh heh

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

back in an hour or so.....

back in an hour.

It was the prison's petty cash fund....

the key sputters, the legs crack and fall off, and a tiny plume of smoke issues from its shaft........and its magic is no more.

"Hmmm ... well, ok I guess."

"It takes a minute to kick in."

"Sum hows, ah don' t'ink dat she's inna pozishun teh cumplain much. An' if'n yewr usin' it, we knows its inna good cause, raght?" Elgan offers as he sniffs and tastes the raccoon-person's herbal headache remedy, trying to identify the ingredients.

It has aspirin in it, and other stuff you've never smelt. Some bitter. Some minty. Some bitter and minty.

"Useful trick, th... Um, self-mummification?! I, ah... My gast is flabbered, I guess."

"Yeah. Mortal types are crazy."

You head back to the Warden's office. It's sunny and warm in there for some reason, though it's nasty outside. Within 5 minutes, everybody is dry and feels good about life, man.

The key when it goes in the lock whirrs and clicks; little insect arms erupt from it, and it works and jimmys the lock open after 15 seconds.

Within......

numerous out of date (and to save time, utterly uninteresting and of no use to anybody whatsoever, and though describable, it would take me too much time and it's in common but it's legal mumbo jumbo) legal documents,

1,200 gold pieces

5 potions of cure moderate wounds
5 potions of lesser restoration and
3 potions of remove disease

Her feet feel slithy and frozen from slogging through the mud, and her hair, those locks as have disentangled from the ponytail, flops wetly over her forehead like seaweed on a chilly Scandinavian beach........

anyways I gotta crash

anyways.....gotta crash.

heh heh heh....MWAHAHAHAHA!

It's foul weather out; it's decided to sleet, and the morning is foggy and chills you to the bone. The prison is almost welcoming as you trundle soaked through into the Prison courtyard.

Not unless you have anything to ask them; they just get a status update on the mission so far; that's about it......

He nods;
"Aye. Gibbs was in the hoozegow.
Guess he told the truth then,.......maybe."

It's a Deputy.

"Oh, begging your pardon sir, I hope I didn't interrupt your rest, I.....I just came to tell you that.....
well,.....the third letter was written last night after all.
"V. E. S." has been written so far....."

A horse rides up; there's a knock at the door....

Huzzah!!!

Huzzah!!!

"Sounds like a plan.
Sweet dreams,"
he says kinda sarcastically.

Dawn comes. Everybody rested up......
The Professor's daughter is out and about allready; she left a fruit basket and some biscuits, and a full pot of coffee.

Just a disdainful sniff from Alinya

heh heh

Sheriff:
"Well,......I still don't know about that.....festrog. If there's more of them about, I think I should curfew the town.
You lot are exempt of course, although communication would be a good idea if you have to go bumping around in the night."

"Oh,.....you're not done with me.........HE HE! HEE HEEE HOO HOO!!!"

anything else?

"interesting....." says the bean bagged one.
Drinks more sake.....

"Yeah; that's about what I figure to do.
Maybe the priest can figure you what's up with him.
Or a psychoanalyst in Lepidstadt.
I understand they're delving into the human psyche there...."

"I think the shogun has outlawed the practice. He likes outlawing stuff."

"Now, do you want to know anything else, or ask me the same questions again? I'd like to take a dump. I'll inevitably do it trussed up like this, although I'm trying ernestly not to......I'm sure that would irritate the sheriff to no end."

"I learned to make it, from this priest that was mummifying himself in the woods."

"I have some ground bark that can get rid of the sake head.
I wouldn't be able to function without it."

The tanuki hands you the sake bottle that should've been drained 10 times over by now, but always is full.

He doesn't laugh or grunt; he seems to be trying not to insult you.....

heh heh

"There are dwarves here......they live under the mountains."

"I doubt I'll sleep here much.
My.......jury trial.....I'm sure that will be fair."

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

AinvarG wrote:

...PS Rholf is buried at work atm, but he has indicated that might be interested in tossing a character into the ring. No idea what, but we did discuss something divine.

Right on; like I said, the more the merrier!!!!!

Hiya Heathy. Many thanks for the invite, and I'm quite excited, if the door is still open. :)

Ainvar filled me in on level, point-buy info and the like. The game I run didn't pan out tonight, so we are working on characters (I'm going with a half-orc ranger, btw). How much gold should we start with at 14th level? Right out of the book (185k @ 14th), or do you have something else in mind? Also, do you have any spending restrictions or other house rules where monies are concerned? Thanks!

Yeah; welcome aboard! 185k sounds right.

"I don't remember my dreams anymore. I have to partake of liquid fortification to sleep."
then;
"I see your game. Frame me....poor old Gibbs. The only one in this village of gowks that can see through your game. I don't know what you're about or why, but......I see through you.
It's perfect. I salute your cleverness.
Now, get them to do me in quickly please; I'm. So. Tired."

Altai Iscarni wrote:

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Altai Iscarni wrote:

Speaking of tales, I'm going to memorise a Vision spell and check out Beldan's fancy new blade in the morning.

I'll get a Tanuki tale and a Vision for Altai up a little later this evening.

I just reread the "vision" spell description.....says Altai needs to pose it in the form of a specific question.

"Oi, wot's this then?"

"Hmmmmm.... Lessee." Altai grabs the blade with both hands and closes his eyes. "This might get a little rough. So - 'Who made this sword, and what is its purpose?'"

I've got a bit worked out on this one........but I'm kinda being interrupted every two minutes right now; I'll slap it together hopefully later this evening.

the vision,.....

an elven woman with green skin, lovely; she looks like she has recently seen great battle.....she is dragged in a yoke that clamps her neck and hands to the sides, by two knights in sparkling, crystalline armor.

They take her before a throne in a grand room; it looks like a palace, though the walls were grown wood and not masoned by men.

On the throne sits a splendid elfin lady, her gown is like the navy blue starry sky at the very first instant of sunset.......her face is as three faces somehow; she is difficult to look upon.

By her side stands a robed figure; nothing of this figure is visible......just a dark robe.

The lady speaks; three voices, three mouths; "we find your utter arrogance and sublime hubris to be the pinnacle of detestability. And for your arrogance, you shall suffer now and for the rest of your finite days."

the robed figure reaches forth an arm covered fully even to the fingers if it has fingers, with the robe........eldritch energies flicker, and a beam of green flame blasts into the green maiden; she screams in pain.

And the sword, the very sword that Beldan even now possesses,......is pulled from the green elf maid's chest. She screams, and collapses.....the process did not slay her.
She looks up, with a face fully devoid of love.

To the robed figure; the three headed Queen speaks;
"Let her go wander the First World as a.....living......testament to the perils of unwarranted hubris. Cast that sword into the Oerth......and may it rest there until such a time as it shall serve its final purpose: to end this arrogant little slug's existence."

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Altai Iscarni wrote:

Speaking of tales, I'm going to memorise a Vision spell and check out Beldan's fancy new blade in the morning.

I'll get a Tanuki tale and a Vision for Altai up a little later this evening.

I just reread the "vision" spell description.....says Altai needs to pose it in the form of a specific question.

"Oi, wot's this then?"

"Hmmmmm.... Lessee." Altai grabs the blade with both hands and closes his eyes. "This might get a little rough. So - 'Who made this sword, and what is its purpose?'"

I've got a bit worked out on this one........but I'm kinda being interrupted every two minutes right now; I'll slap it together hopefully later this evening.

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:

Pip chats with their new friend

I like collecting tales of the places I visit. Would you like to swap some stories before retiring?

i assume Pip can pick up some info via tales

He hits you up for a tale.

"I love tales!"

More tales to come, as I read up more on the campaign book.

Pip smiles

Fair is fair I suppose

He strums Lucille, taking up a light melody

"Once there was a farmer in my homeland named Rupert the Short. Now, for my countrymen to call someone 'short' you know they are short indeed! Now, the sad fact of things is Rupert took a lot of joshing for his height. You would think a small race such as mine would be more sensitive, but the opposite was true.

Now one fine autumn day, a giant came lumbering down from the mountains that bordered my country. He was an immense giant, even bigger than a normal one usually grows. Now, the local militia was called out, but this giant was armed wiith a giant mace of fell power. He scattered the militia like ninepins at a lawn bowl!

After a few days of maurading, no one dared to challenge the giant. He ate his way through several farms until he got to Rupert's farmstead. There he decided to take a short nap before resuming his pillaging

Rupert saw the giant leaning up against his barn, and being a clever chap, he had an idea. He waited until the giant was snoring, and he climbed up into his hayrick at the top of the barn. From there he went to the roof and made for the giant's ear

Now this large giant had some large hairy ears. Rupert crept down into one and began to tug fiercely at the wiry hair that covered the inside of the ear. The giant snapped up groggily, and reflexively brought his mace up, which he had gripped while sleeping. The mace thudded against his skull, cracking it open. Rupert hung on as the giant slid off his barn, stone dead

From that point in, his neighbors treated him with more respect and...

He claps and chortlebarks at the story, then;

"Are you from the land across the sea, the island where men either have arms too long or legs too long? I've heard of a small miem from there; he is a counsellor to another daimyo.....not the one who crucified the Peachling Girl's parents,.....he was kicked out of there because his arms AND legs were too short, but I understand he's much smaller than you....."

Oh; and they can burn the festrog and its ichor no problems.....

not a whole lot of sleep....

re: sense motive. You're not sure. He's b+%!!+* crazy. He doesn't make any sense to you. His motives are bizarre to the sense of lawfulness you base all of your beliefs and actions upon.

"Well, if I was asleep at the time, I suppose I wouldn't know that either. I'm in a bit of a place here, seeing as you either don't believe me, and I don't really know how to convince you of a really odd set of circumstances.
My wife, Pharasma rest her soul, said I snored. Again, I don't really know if I snored or not, seeing as I was asleep at the time, and she was a lying thieving harpy.
Huh. I've also noticed that all of this started going down when you and your cadre of chumly's showed up. Where is your psychotic friend? The one with.......the dead gnome in his rucksack? Maybe he'd know why I was walking around, doing stuff, when I was completely unaware of it?........or,.....some of your other oddball chumly's. Like the one that threw incendiarys. Or the one that....uh....summoned a demon here and there?
You keep odd bedfellows, Holy Man.
Sheriff," he looks at the other man;
"Please, I....I'm afraid of this "holy man....." I swear, I didn't know what was happening."

The Sheriff replies, "You been drinking Gibbs?"

Gibbs: "Nothing more than usual. You know I'm no teatotaller, but I'm not a lush....please, don't let him do this stuff to me Sheriff...."

"I don't know. I don't know why I was there.....sleep walking."

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