An Old and Broken World

Game Master Simeon

Adventures in the post-apocalyptic wasteland known as the Barrens.

Map of the Barrens


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Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

Boy mutants? Girl mutants? scary mutants? weird looking mutants?


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

The mutants start to run, clearly startled by Saraon’s ferocious roar.

The captives cheer as the mutants run, and closer inspection of the part scrap metal, part wood, and part bone cage reveals that the cage door is sealed only with a large, complex knot made of thick leather cord. It seems the mutants relied more on intimidation than any real ingenuity.


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

To make sure none of them got any better ideas he roared out and "chased" after them for a dozen or so steps...until it was clear they were indeed going to keep running. He stopped and nodded only swaying slightly as he returned the large purpling bruise on the side of his face where the two headed brute clocked him a good one became obvious.

He took a moment then pulled a knife sawing through the thick leather cord ignoring any murmors or thanks merely nodding torwards teh rest of the party.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon approaches the cage as Bas opens it.

"Your kin found us and led us to help you. You are safe now!" he says. "Sprig? Would you please have your crew see about getting these people some water to start with? We don't know how long they've been kept like this."


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The newly-freed captives give all the praise they can muster to the party. All of them are clearly underfed and injured to some degree, and a few cannot stand without assistance, but given time they’ll at least recover physically.

Glowing Springs is savaged almost beyond belief, but Ugwa at least is determined to rebuild, and many of the townsfolk seem inspired by her example. The town scrapes together what they can for the party, offering 400 GP to each party member in coins, trinkets, scrap, and assorted trophies taken from the mutants.

The last cache set out by Fortuna awaits, and the mysterious bunker that the ancient disc was originally arranged to be sent to.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig unclasped his own waterskin, offering what he had to the villagers. To Saraon's request, he nodded gravely. "Ah left Brindle in charge of guardin' th' wagon, let's swing on back and offer what we can. She made it clear that she'd be partin' ways though, been away from her tribe too long. Ah wished her th' best and hoped our roads'll cross again in the future."

Once they return, the kobold approached Ugwa. "We're offerin' up all the food we have in stock, it's jes' a few barrels of salted meats n' cheeses, but it'll last y'all a good while. Th' spring we found not too far yonder has plenty of cool drinking water fer th' parched."

He pauses a moment for before making his pitch. "Good, clean water's a rarity these days, Ah'd be happy t' send my crew along inna few days t' trade goods for some. Ah jes' happen t' be in good with a mining town eastways and we'd be happy t' bring any raw materials n other goods yew'd need. Does that sound fair to you?"


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Ugwa smiles, "You saved us from what I had thought would be the end of Glowing Springs. Any favor you have to ask of us, I'll give my all to making sure it happens. Besides, if we're to get back on our feet, we'll need to work with the other settlements in the area, and if you're willing to facilitate trade, all the better."

She extends a large greenish hand, calloused by years of hard work, "Consider it a deal."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig accepted her hand with a grin. "It's a tough time out there for a lotta folks, it's when we're workin' together's when we have the best shot to fix things. Ah'll get in touch with the crew and they'll send whatever yew need as soon as we can get it. Seeing Glowing Springs back in order's best for all of us Ah think."

The kobold takes time to hash out details, get an itemized list of requested items and put together a letter for his crew to deliver.

Some hours later, Sprig approaches Saraon, with excitement in his eyes. "Saraon, Ah've got some great news! Ah was reading through some of the books ah found in the mutant's belongings and Ah've had a breakthrough! In mah spare time Ah've been tinkering with an alchemical formula t' help plants grow, and with your 'r the Circle's help Ah really think it'll work!"

Sprig can now Cultivate Magical Plants


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

"That's wonderful, Sprig!" Saraon says. "This would be a great boon to the Circle's work! If we meet with Yularia or one of the other members, I'll make sure to introduce you to them."


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

The party sets out on the road back to exchange. It’s only a few days of travel, but the sun is hot and harsh as always.

The first night is oddly warm, and aside from the biting flies being out in force, the night passes quietly.

The party passes by a team of scrappers from Exchange on the second day. They greet the party warmly, talking about the business in town. The fellas arguing about the horse a while back, Jeeth and Korred, had gotten into business together. The saloon would’ve run out of whiskey if not for a shipment from the recently rebuilt stills in Kildain. Most interestingly, two wanderers have come to town. One is a blue-skinned eccentric with a knack for old world tech. Another is a muscular man with a metal arm who’s said he’s from High Gulch and asked about both Bas and Sprig!

The rest of the day passes by without incident, and Exchange draws into view the next morning.

Ronan:

The spirits have been loud as of late. They have told you many things, so so many things. Maddening things at times, even. But one thing has been constant. An artifact with the potential for great power has been uncovered, one that could bring you towards Sainthood and your dreams of Restoration. There will be a group of wanderers that come to Exchange, the spirits say. They will bear the item with them. Destiny is thick about them, and yours is entwined with theirs.

It has been a few days of waiting, but your patience has paid off at last. A wagon has come into town, and driving it are the wanderers that the spirits told you of. Destiny awaits, and it is calling.

Hezekh:

It’s been some time since you got back to High Gulch and found…well, a whole lot of nothing. The town is still there, same as it’s always been. No, the nothing in High Gulch was of a more existential sort. Nothing was new, nothing had changed. Your new skills, new perspective, even your new arm, none of them had changed things a whit. That wasn’t strictly true. The town was abuzz with talk of a group of adventurous types that had left town just a few days before you got back. Hell, you even remembered a few of them from before you got back. Bas Reigger, a repentant bandit was one of them, Sprig Snaggletooth, a little lizardy fella with a knack for trading and magic was another. Those adventurers, you were pretty sure, were your ticket to something bigger than shooting back cheap whiskey in the High Gulch Saloon. And if there was business to be done, Exchange was the place for it.

It was a four day ride to Exchange, and another day’s waiting after that, but a posse of odd-looking folks, lizard-man included, just rolled into town.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan Del'Arte had wandered around Exchange for several days now, muttering to himself (or so it appeared) as he rattled and clinked with the heaviness of myriad old-world implements. He had taken it upon himself (with great difficulty, he might add) to climb on to the roof of a local tavern with a good view of the one of the roads into town. And so when a wagon approaches, he peers out beyond the dust cloud and grins.

"Is it them?" he asks the air. "Might be them."

Someone walking by below hears the voice from the roof and looks up into the glare of the sun. "You talking to me?"

Ronan grins and chuckles. "No, no, young man, go about your business." The confused bystander shakes his head and ignores the eccentric.

The self-same eccentric draws out an ancient-looking clockwork piece, ticking away the seconds of the day, and waits for the wagon to come closer. Should he have a grand greeting? Or should he be more staid? These were, after all, those thick with the dust Destiny. Perhaps they would appreciate his opulence! He begins rehearsing a speech.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig smiled his usual teethy grin at the news. Things were looking up for the folks of Exchange, and it was part because of their involvement. He relished the chance to be back in town, seeing what had changed, and the opportunities to make things a little better. With a side of coin, of course.

As the wagon pulled into town, Sprig wheeled it into the marketplace to offload goods. The kobold leaped down from the drivers seat and started hollering. "Alright, we're here! Bas, Saraon, you mind helpin' me unload the merchandise from the back? It's a lil' much fer me! Once things'r unpack'd let's call it a night t' relax, Ah'm certainly ready for a real bed!"

He looked down at himself and sighed, "Maybe a bath too."


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

That's them alright. Pushing off the post he'd been leaning on when the wagon rolled up, Hezekh sauntered over towards it. Not too fast. No need to spook anyone. He nodded to Sprig and Bas. "Ain't seen you boys in a few years. More'n a few, I 'spose. I don't suppose you remember Hezekh, from the Gulch. I've grown a bit since I left. I haven't been around these parts much lately. Anyway, you need a hand?"


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig turned from the wagon, lifting his hat over his eyes to see better. He didn't recognize the man at first, eyes narrowing before opening wide with some measure of surprise. A familiar crocodile grin spreads across the kobold's face. "Whell ah'll be! Hezekh? Ain't you lookin' swell these days! Ah'll be honest, Ah wasn't too sure Ah'd be seeing you again after droppin' you off all those years ago. It's great to see you well... or maybe a bit more than well from the looks of it!"

With a good natured chuckle, he nods towards the others. "Ah'm sure we could use a hand, it's always nice to get things done quick. Hezekh, how about yew join us fer dinner, my treat? We've come into a small bit of coin recently and some of the cleanest water you'll get fer hunnred miles!"


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

He was already unloading the heavier thans that needed lifted from the wagon. That was sort of his unmentioned job, even when the others were about. He paused in his work and half turned to spot Hezekh speaking with Sprig and gave the man a nod. There was something about Hezekh that Bas liked...never could put a finger on it, but it was there.

"Hezekh....Believe i still owe you a drink, I'll settle up on it when Im done unloading."

He gave the impressive man a nod before turning back to his work.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18
Sprig Snaggletooth wrote:

Sprig smiled his usual teethy grin at the news. Things were looking up for the folks of Exchange, and it was part because of their involvement. He relished the chance to be back in town, seeing what had changed, and the opportunities to make things a little better. With a side of coin, of course.

As the wagon pulled into town, Sprig wheeled it into the marketplace to offload goods. The kobold leaped down from the drivers seat and started hollering. "Alright, we're here! Bas, Saraon, you mind helpin' me unload the merchandise from the back? It's a lil' much fer me! Once things'r unpack'd let's call it a night t' relax, Ah'm certainly ready for a real bed!"

He looked down at himself and sighed, "Maybe a bath too."

Saraon's eyes reveal the smile behind his mask as he learns the good news. When Sprig asks for his help, he nods.

"Certainly, Sprig. Happy to help."

Then he sees this Hezekh approach and approaches him.

"You're a friend of Sprig and Bas? Any such man is a friend of mine. I am Saraon, Duskdragon of the Halcyon Circle."

He extends a hand in friendship.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Witnessing the reunion of the Wagonners and the metal-armed man, Ronan has been awaiting the appropriate moment to reveal himself. He clears his throat and stands, silhouetted dramatically against the sun.
"Greetings, wanderers of High Gulch! It is I--"

As the blue-skinned man stands, his pant-leg gets stuck on an upturned broken roof spur and he loses his balance, tumbling down mid-sentence. He swings head-first, rescued from the worst of the fall by tearing fabric that lets him down, though not so neatly. Well that had been undignified...

Hanging upside down in front of the group, swaying lightly in the breeze, Ronan shrugs and abandons his grand speech. "Ronan Del'Arte, at your service. I've been waiting for you."


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon's mask snaps towards the newcomer.

"Expecting us?"

Strange coloration...but even stranger, I can sense the power radiating off him.


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

Just as Hezekh is raising his metal hand to shake with Saraon, he pauses, looking with some bemusement at the newcomer's interruption. "Do you need assistance getting down from there?"


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan, still swinging and feeling his pantleg fraying a bit more with each pendulous period, nods. "The spirits have been quite chatty lately about the movements of artifacts of great power, but their prescience about the future often...leaves something to be desired. So, yes, I have been expecting you. And I would appreciate assistance in return for my own, should you accept."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig looked at the newcomer with a bemused expression. "Let's jes get you down from there, shall we? Then we can discuss things with a bit more... focus."


Medium TN human Swashbuckler(Musketeer) 6 | HP 41/41 | AC 21 | F: +4, R: +10, W: +1| BAB: +6, CMB:7, CMD: 21, | Init: +4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30ft |

Katheryn eyed the new comers before ask "Was I this odd?" to the group with a small smirk across her lips. "I mean, I'mma always odd. Let be honest. But I thinkin' I didn't go talkin' to spirits."


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

With a tug (and perhaps a bit of knife work), Ronan tumbles gently (but certainly not impressively) onto the ground and stands back up, dusting himself off. He checks a few clockwork pieces chained around him to see that they are still in sufficiently working order and grins. "Oh they don't talk to everyone, I reckon," he nods. "But they say that you bring with you..."

Ronan suddenly gets quiet, eyes shifting left and right. "Well perhaps we oughtn't talk about it openly. If'n you're buying ol' metal arm here a drink, might I join you? I'll pay my own way. I don't mean to presume, of course."


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon shrugs.

"It's your money, Sprig."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig nodded. "Ah don't see any problem with it. Though Ah feel that Ah have my share of questions too." The kobold pushes his way into a nearby saloon, waving a claw over to the barkeep... One table and drinks for everyone.

Once they're seated (or standing on a chair in Sprig's case), the lizard starts off with an easy question. "Well from th' sound of things, the two of yew were lookin for us. What in particular can we do for you?"


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan sits clinking in his chair and widens his eyes when the kobold begins asking questions. "I believe that you have recently uncovered an ancient piece of technology: an artifact with the potential for great power." He waits for a beat to see if that registers any bells for the travelers. "Do you know what I might be talking about?"


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

"Possibly..." Saraon says in a cagey tone. "You're not the first of the Saintly we've encountered."


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

He followed along into the saloon pausing at the doorway letting his eyes adjust then looking over the place and crowd. He was looking for potential trouble, women, and gambling . . . probably in that order too. After a moment he followed his Boss Sprig to a table making sure he kept his back to the section that looked least problematic so he could keep his eyes where he thought trouble might linger.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

"No? Ah, wonderful!" Ronan says, raising a glass of oily-looking ale. It doesn't even really occur to him that Saraon and the others may have encountered followers of the Rust Saints and not gotten along with them.

It's hilarious for me to be a wisdom-based caster without sense motive as a class skill. Just for kicks: Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Hahaha, that's amazing.

But then he picks up on the tone. "Or perhaps not so wonderful, mmm?" Ronan takes a sip and leans back in his chair, tapping thoughtfully at his chin. He looks suddenly off to the side as though he heard something, tilts his head, and then shakes it gently from side to side. "Well keep your secrets. I won't force you t'reveal anything. You don't know me, and I don't know you. But I'd like for that to change. The not knowing, that is."

The shaman turns his gaze to the man with the metal arm. "What about you--Hezekh, was it?"


Medium TN human Swashbuckler(Musketeer) 6 | HP 41/41 | AC 21 | F: +4, R: +10, W: +1| BAB: +6, CMB:7, CMD: 21, | Init: +4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30ft |

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder Katheryn followed after just listening for the time. Looking over these new comers she couldn't help but smirk slightly.

"That be seemin' like a long way to say lets play nice." Katheryn stated with a chuckle.


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

Hezekh leans back in his chair and offers a Gallic shrug. "What about me? Tweren't much to tell. Haven't been 'round these parts in years, and when I wandered back in, I found here wasn't really much reason to stay in ol' High Gulch, but I caught a rumor that my old friends here" he says, inclining his head toward Sprig and Bas "had come this way, thought maybe I'd see how they were getting along."


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan merrily lifts his eyebrows in agreement at Katheryn's translation of his garrulous prattling and then listens to Hezekh's...deflection. He wants to raise what, to him, seem obvious points: what took him away, and why he had wandered back. But he lets his tongue stay sealed to make room for the reintroduction of old friends.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig listens carefully, taking in what he could about newer folk. "Hmm... well, Ah don't think we'll have much trouble iff'n yew wanna tag along. Jes' know that everyone in the caravan puts in a helpin' hand. Loadin' boxes, settin' camp, cooking... Ah expect both of yew t' pitch in." The kobold unfurls a map onto what empty space the table had. "We just finished a job and were collectin' the payment when we had t' stop by town to resupply. There's supposedly one more cache of goodies hidden round 'ere t' collect. If yew help us along th' way, Ah'm sure we'll all be well aquainted by the time we're done."

Hezekh's metal limb catches Sprig's eye, though to be honest it was hard not to notice such a thing. "Ah do gotta ask though... Yers ain't the first auto-arm things we've seen. Have the either of you heard of a character by the name Fortuna? She was the client in our most recent job."


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

"Oh, I'm sure I can help with those sorts of things. I'm even better with technology, but I'm sure I can figure it out."

Knowledge (local) + Guidance, Fortuna: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 1 = 19

When Sprig asks about Fortuna, Ronan's eyes glaze over slightly as he looks once again to the side, as if search the heavens for the name.


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

"Fortuna? Doesn't ring a bell, I don't think..." Hezekh says, stroking his beard.


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The spirits whisper to Ronan, telling of a woman with a metal arm and a lightning-fast trigger finger. A woman shrouded in cigar smoke and mystery when she rides through town, doing business with those she considers worthy.

MurKagran’s is a lively place, the old half-orc who’s granddad opened the place a long time back stands behind the bar. He breaks into a toothy grin as the party enters, ”Whole town’s been abuzz about the trade comin’ in thanks to you folks!” He motions to a younger half-orc who looks quite a lot like him, ”A round for the bar of Kildain whiskey, on the house!”

The patrons cheer and the halfling string band in the corner starts playing again.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon chuckles a bit at the praise they've just received, and accepts the offered drink.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan tilts his head to the other side and smiles. "I know of Fortuna by reputation, but I don't know her personally." On a hunch, Ronan reiterates the differences between knowing of versus knowing in Draconic.

When the Kildain whiskey arrives, Ronan grins and takes a long sniff. "I don't think I've had this vintage," he says. "But based on the quality, you all have earned a reputation not only with the dead but also with the living. I'll drink to that."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig sighed, "Ah'd hoped we'd get lucky, but Ah suppose it doesn't matter. Welcome aboard!"

Hearing Ronan's attempts at his native language brought a smile to the kobold's face. "Now that's somethin' Ah don't hear every day! I think it's been more'n a year since Ah last heard my native tongue! Where did you learn it? You've never been to The Mountain have you?"

The caravaner takes a look at the whiskey offered to him, sniffs it, then cuts it with a single droplet of water. A fire fills his belly and Sprig feels a little more at home. "Ahh, this is good!"

For reference, Sprig refers to his home as "the Mountain" though that is probably a direct translation of it's actual name. It might also have a different name to non-kobolds. Sprig, like most kobolds, speak the Yipyak dialect of Draconic, so unless Ronan learned it from a kobold, he likely speaks a different one!


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

"If'n ye mean the Serpent's Spine, no. And I don't think ye mean the Shattered Spire, though I've spent ample time there. As for my dialect, I think I used to speak it many years ago. Some artifacts have instructions written in it, an' so it seemed a good idea to relearn it. It's good t'have a prospective conversation pardner, though I'll apologize if my pronunciation is a bit off."

I imagine that Ronan's Draconic is not unlike someone who started learning Latin in high school and then began watching Italian tech shows on YouTube.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon listens quietly, sipping his whiskey, savoring it slowly.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig shook his head, "No no, Ah'd just hoped that you might have met some of us before. We're a reclusive people at the best of times "

Draining what was left of his whiskey, Sprig addresses everyone at the table. "Well, Ah think it's time t' get ready for the next trip out. Get everythin' yew need, Sharpen yer weapons and visit your friends! We'll be resting the night here n headin' out in the morrow! It's good t' have you with us Ronan n' Hezekh!"

The kobold himself hop off his seat and make his way over to the post office, trying to contact the other caravan with instructions to resupply Glowing Springs. Once that's done, He'll set up a table and open for business selling off the supplies of cheese and other goods for the rest of the day.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Ronan sits with Sprig at his impromptu business table, taking the opportunity to practice some of his Draconic.


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

"I suspect you recall who taught it to me, some years ago." Hezekh says in somewhat-rusty Yipyak.


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

Loving the RP! I’ll move us along tomorrow.


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

The party sets out of Exchange, Bas and Sprig in the wagon while the rest ride on horseback. The roads are rougher here, with little by way of settlement north of the town. The last of Fortuna’s caches is two day’s ride to the north, located at the top of a rocky hoodoo.

The first night passes without any issues, save for the party’s first campsite being unintentionally built on top of an anthill, and the following day is a quiet one.

The party beds down for the night along the road near some rocky crags and scrubby trees. The party’s gotten camp set up and a little fire going when they spot something odd. One of the trees has started moving, and not only that, moving slowly towards the party!

Knowledge (Nature) DC 15:

This tree doesn’t look right. The bark is rotted, and several of it’s large branches are snapped off. By all logic, this tree should be dead.


Medium TN human Swashbuckler(Musketeer) 6 | HP 41/41 | AC 21 | F: +4, R: +10, W: +1| BAB: +6, CMB:7, CMD: 21, | Init: +4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30ft |

"Uha.... Please be tellin' me someone else is seein' this?" Katheryn said as she pointed to the tree that is slowing moving their way.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"I am," Saraon says gravely. "And you're right to be concerned: that tree's rotting, and it's missing limbs it would NEED to have enough leaves to feed itself. No living tree could survive in a state like this, so this tree likely does not live at all...a creature that mimics a dead tree perhaps? Or the product of some foul magic?"

He draws his sword, and gets into a defensive posture, just in case.


Male Human Magus (Jistkan Artificer) 6

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
"Uh, are there...undead plants? Is that a thing?" Regardless of the answer, Hezekh flexes his arm, preparing for the worst.


Male Samsaran Speaker for the Past (Shaman) 6 | HP: 42/42 | Perception +15 (low-light vision), Sense Motive +6 | Speed 30 ft | AC 22 Touch 13 Flat 20 | CMD 18 | Fort + 5, Reflex +5, Will +12 (+2 vs death effects/negative energy) | Init +2 (Roll x2)| Active: None

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Ronan stares at the dead yet living tree with no small amount of confusion. "I don't know how natural that is," he says, "But the natural world is not my particular forte." His kettle is just beginning to whistle over the fire, and he reaches out to grab it, just in case he has to use it for something other than preparing tea.

How far away is it?

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