The Shadow Under Sandpoint


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Yeah, dudes. Wes is right. I started keeping a quote list, and had to throw it away when I realized that none of them would ever, ever be publishable.


James Sutter wrote:
Yeah, dudes. Wes is right. I started keeping a quote list, and had to throw it away when I realized that none of them would ever, ever be publishable.

Wow. That's bad.

When do you guys play? Whats happened so far?


James Sutter wrote:
Yeah, dudes. Wes is right. I started keeping a quote list, and had to throw it away when I realized that none of them would ever, ever be publishable.

Now I want it more.

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vagrant-poet wrote:
When do you guys play? Whats happened so far?

Every other Thursday, so everything here's up to date. More tomorrow though! Probably. Maybe.


You have to be above 17 to join our Horde anyway.

(And we want a shrubbery)

Sorry - all that talk of Kirin made me drink a few bottles of the stuff!

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DMJames and anyone not playing Legacy of Fire

Spoiler:
Not goblins then you should use pugwampis against Eric. Just to see his face would be priceless.
.

That will teach him.

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F. Wesley Schneider wrote:
I think they're shadow creatures from the Darkbad... or even *shudder* Scarytown.

My bet's on something in between. Probably more "Shadow Shadow Bo Badow"... ;-P

--Neil

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French Wolf wrote:

DMJames and anyone not playing Legacy of Fire

** spoiler omitted **.

That will teach him.

Yeah, I'm working on the assumption that the scary wee folk are

Spoiler:
some type of gremlin, probably one that isn't in the HoftCK bestiary.
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We played Session #2 earlier tonight, and among other things the party did indeed unravel the mystery of what the creepy bug-eyed little guys are. I suspect there'll be a journal entry or two in a day or two...


James Jacobs wrote:
We played Session #2 earlier tonight, and among other things the party did indeed unravel the mystery of what the creepy bug-eyed little guys are.

Weredeathbugs? ^^


From the Black Book of Velmarius Elazarin

Day 228, continued

I could have never predicted that "adventuring" could earn such rewards. Although our exploration of the abandoned house was a mostly dull, boring affair, with thick skulled brutes running to and fro, chopping down everything that moved, it did result in a lucrative reward... of a sort.

After an evening of bloodshed, I found the runt who had managed to get himself lost in the old home. Naturally, he clung to the hem of my expensive, chelish overcoat. Although surely of the lower class, he at least recognized that status was the way to safety (as it always is). Leaving the dilapidated hole, and none too worse for wear aside from a slightly stale scent, my escorts and I returned to Sandpoint with the mewling child in tow.

Of course, I made straight-away to the tavern, where my ladies waited, eager to show them my prize. While Anika flocked to my side, Erika went to the brute.. at first. It took a bit of convincing to bring her back to her rightful place at my side with her sister.

I write this note from the taproom, having excused myself from their embrace to retrieve a bottle of the local vintage. Although the honeyed wine is passable, the rewards of the maidens is sweeter still.

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Knowledge (local) says there's no way those two are maidens, dude.


James Sutter wrote:
Knowledge (local) says there's no way those two are maidens, dude.

ROFL!!!


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Confirmed. Twice.

In other news, Styrian tells a good tale. And it seems Gorum wants me to focus more on smiting my foes than dealing with others' injuries.

I thought the Chelaxian mage had fled, but as it turns out he was actually arranging a very clever flanking maneuver around the leaders of these creatures. Well played, dandy.


James Sutter wrote:
Knowledge (local) says there's no way those two are maidens, dude.

When I first read this, I read it as "Crying Game Ending" rather than "the Unicorn exploded when it came near!"

My bad.

Keep on. This is great.

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AlexBlake wrote:
When I first read this, I read it as "Crying Game Ending" rather than "the Unicorn exploded when it came near!"

Wow! O_O

Just wait till we get a few illusion and transmutation spells! There'll be plenty of time for Velmarius to learn that they don't make water hot enough to scrub some nights clean. Stay-tuned!

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You know, this "Sandpoint" place you are discussing sounds really interresting.

Maybe you could publish an adventure or two set in that town. :\


Despite the filth content, when can we expect a write up?

I'm looking at you Bardley Schneider!!!

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Vorn, Servitor of Gorum wrote:

Confirmed. Twice.

In other news, Styrian tells a good tale. And it seems Gorum wants me to focus more on smiting my foes than dealing with others' injuries.

I thought the Chelaxian mage had fled, but as it turns out he was actually arranging a very clever flanking maneuver around the leaders of these creatures. Well played, dandy.

Wow, I can't believe how similar this Vorn is to the Vorn in my game. Like everything is the exact same! :O Spooky.

Well spooky unless Gorum favours those named "Vorn" over all others.

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F. Wesley Schneider wrote:
Horde of villagers wrote:
Podcast! Podcast! Podcast!
Dude. This would be SO NC-17 rated. Like, not even funny, making nuns and puppies cry high nerd content vulgar. Especially Sean. And Jason. And Erik. And Wes. In other words, I'm not sure you realize what you're asking for. :P

I'll second that podcast request. Just insult bleeps or clearly mark it as NSFW and Adults Only if you guys don't want to edit it.. or maybe get a community member to edit it. :)

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I suspect you'll see a lot more write-ups next week after the RPG ships. Kirin certainly has a few things to say...

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Please keep them coming. This is some entertaining reading.


You twit-teased us. Now, you must follow through!

Write-up!

WRITE-O!

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vagrant-poet wrote:

You twit-teased us. Now, you must follow through!

Write-up!

WRITE-O!

Tweased us?

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SirUrza wrote:


I'll second that podcast request. Just insult bleeps or clearly mark it as NSFW and Adults Only if you guys don't want to edit it.. or maybe get a community member to edit it. :)

Oh, the third session's coming!

Did you guys tape it?


I knew we would have to return to investigate where the ghouls and mites were coming from, and I suspected the pool in the ghoul area connected to another tunnel. I was right. A tunnel. A treasure chest with books. Velmarius didn't want to get his shoes and underclothes wet so he went back to town, the rest of us went down the tunnel for over a mile.

Found more evidence of mites. Kirin spotted a secret door--those elven eyes are sharp. Turns out it was a hiding spot with some of those "leather babies," more books, and a sample of what we believe is "midnight milk," the same substance mentioned in that strange note. Rather than fighting a swarm of mites or more "leather babies" or whatever else was down there, we decided to return to town, get the "milk" identified, and arrange to have someone collapse the tunnel to prevent any more creatures from coming through.

Belor told me that a local farmer's complaining his cows are being killed and that I should look into it. One day I'm rescuing missing children and fighting ghouls, the next day I'm... investigating dead cows. At least he gave us 10 gold each and offered a bounty of 100 for any bandit or somesuch captured alive.

We found Velmarius (who apparently had bought a special outfit just for swimming) in town, and headed to the farm. The farmer said he was going to set a trap for whatever was attacking his cows. Except when we got there, his place was dark, the door was open, and there was a splash of blood on the door.

Other things to remember: Zaandu's parents were killed by ghouls. I guess that explains why he's so good at killing them.


Thank you Sean!

So you guys started in sandpoint, investigated missing children, something about ghouls you ended up in a mine with mite (little evil fey guys) and leather babies(?) and found out about something called midnight milk.

Then its off to solve cow murder. Is that a rough outline? What am I missing, a bullet point synopsis would be cool if anyone gets the time, these games run by you guys fascinate me.


Any chance of a bullet point summary? I know you guys are busy, just thought I'd bump it though, having read the Foreword to Descent into Midnight.

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vagrant-poet wrote:
Any chance of a bullet point summary? I know you guys are busy, just thought I'd bump it though, having read the Foreword to Descent into Midnight.

Maybe after the Bestiary ships I'll post a summary here...


James Jacobs wrote:
vagrant-poet wrote:
Any chance of a bullet point summary? I know you guys are busy, just thought I'd bump it though, having read the Foreword to Descent into Midnight.
Maybe after the Bestiary ships I'll post a summary here...

Fair enough, figured the monster book of monsters might be taking up time! Thanks James!


I like it. I can even stand all the PCs so far...thats rare :D


I'm going to second the request for a podcast or recording of some kind. The PA guys have managed it well enough and theirs is pretty interesting. Also, how hard could it be to record the session and just post it online?

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Bikis wrote:
I'm going to second the request for a podcast or recording of some kind. The PA guys have managed it well enough and theirs is pretty interesting. Also, how hard could it be to record the session and just post it online?

I have no idea how hard it would be, but I suspect posting a shabby one-microphone-in-the-room with crappy sound quality would be kind of easy in the kind of way that Paizo isn't traditionally interested in doing. A version where every player has their own mic and so you can hear every voice would be a lot better, but that's a lot more gear and equipment and, honestly, a lot more "formality" than I want in the game. The point of this game is to give us editors a chance to relax and both learn and enjoy the rules and the game. If we turn it into work by making it a podcast, that adds a level of stress and toil to the thing that defuses that. If players want to post journal entries here, that's cool, but I don't require them to do that.


James Jacobs wrote:
...If players want to post journal entries here, that's cool, but I don't require them to do that.

You don't have to require them to do it, but you could give them an XP bonus if they do... ;)


That's what I do 50 xp per level per journal. One journal per game session.

Charles Evans 25 wrote:
James Jacobs wrote:
...If players want to post journal entries here, that's cool, but I don't require them to do that.

You don't have to require them to do it, but you could give them an XP bonus if they do... ;)

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Hmm, any chance of more of this?

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We've been on hiatus from Sandpoint because of PaizoCon, vacations, and the Bestiary, but I think we'll be starting up again next week....


Sean K Reynolds wrote:
We've been on hiatus from Sandpoint because of PaizoCon, vacations, and the Bestiary, but I think we'll be starting up again next week....

Yay!!!

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Woo hoo! After missing a few weeks for PFRPG and Bestiary-related madness... I'm heading into the conference room to run the next session of "The Shadow Under Sandpoint!"

Today's Secret Phrase: "BREE-YARK!"

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Soooooo, how did it go ?

'BREE-YARK!'


James Jacobs wrote:

Woo hoo! After missing a few weeks for PFRPG and Bestiary-related madness... I'm heading into the conference room to run the next session of "The Shadow Under Sandpoint!"

Today's Secret Phrase: "BREE-YARK!"

Cool the Keep on the Borderlands would fit very well in Varisia.

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baron arem heshvaun wrote:


Soooooo, how did it go ?

'BREE-YARK!'

Pretty well! They are now officially in the Caves of Chaos... although one that's HEAVILY modified to fit into my sinister plans for these poor PCs...


Ooo?

Dark Archive

Update please ?

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With getting the big rulebooks off to the printer and Gen Con looming, there's alas not been much time to throw updates in here. We HAVE been playing, though. After Gen Con I might try to drop in some updates here, though...


Yay!

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Varisian Tour of Duty

Howell B. Talbot III, Servant of Abadar

This entry is a long time coming, as I was until most recently imprisoned by some rather shortish fiends who stooped to such levels as to ambush me AND poison me whilst I was tailing that most unsavory of individuals, Kaleb Valdemar, to the Devil’s Platter.

Apparently, Valdemar’s operations go far beyond those of tax evasion in Magnimar, or even drug smuggling in Sandpoint. It would seem that human sacrifice will be added to that list, as well. Tailing Valdemar to his family’s seat in Sandpoint, I discovered from an interview with the incredibly rural, but quite helpful, Farmer Grump that Valdemar makes the trip to Sandpoint each month. He pays Grump handsomely to hide him and see to his needs during his stay, needs that always turn carnal…and vile. Grump informed me, as is his duty under the strict laws and code of civilized behavior, that Valdemar always takes a “lady of ill repute” during his stays, and departs in the middle of the night with them to the local destination called the Devil’s Platter. He always returns alone.

Sensing foul deeds afoot, I staked out Grumps homestead, and trailed Valdemar with his paid-for companion to the Devil’s Platter. There, I witnessed him take the woman to the edge of a large pit with caverns below…and jump! Quickly, I rushed to the edge to determine their fate, but instead I was waylaid by foul little demons with long noses, and equally large daggers. As I said, poison was at play, and I quickly succumbed to the little beasts. They stripped me of my gear, armor, and weapons, and tossed me into a cell. During what I can only imagine to be days upon days, my ears endured inhuman and indecent sounds. The unfortunate woman’s screams still echo in my head.

But today…today, Abadar gave me a turn of His Key, for I was freed by a courageous, yet odd bunch of fellows. Led by Vorn, a follower of Gorum, and deputized by the local lawman, the group came to the caverns as exterminators. Their sweep of the caves led them to the cavern that my cell occupied, and a great battle took place there. Some horrid blob of a thing with eyes and mouths everywhere, and acidic secretions that burned the skin. A wild tale indeed.

This party is a confusing lot of contrasts. On one hand, that Velmarius fellow is obviously a man of good and fine tastes, displaying civility and refinement that I can understand and appreciate; yet, the man is regarded with much loathing and displeasure, which he returns in full. Many of his companions question his usefulness altogether. Curious.

And then there is Ostog. The Unslain. Obviously. A savage from the North, this wildman is barely clothed, brandishing his nipples as much as he brandishes his axe. He seems utterly crude and brutish, sporting a stature that could truly be intimidating; however, he appears to be quite sickly and weak at the moment. By the grace granted to me by my Lord, I healed him of some of his wounds, as a token of my thanks…this can help us all. Not surprisingly, Ostog is ignorant of the Gold Fisted One. I forsee one that I can bring to order and civilization during my tour in Varisia!

The others have remained quiet in our first hours together, as they are recovering from the battle that bought my freedom. Zandu, the ranger, is quite intent on his task of clearing the caverns. Styrian, a talespinner and orator, was unusually quiet, despite Ostog’s demand that he sing of his heroics of the day. Kirin is a sneaky, silent one…with years of that disposition, the elf will bear watching.

I end this entry as we secure ourselves in an upper cavern storeroom for the night. I might have wished to continue back to Sandpoint, but the group is determined the pest control duties in earnest in the morning.

So it is judged.

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Entry 2 of Sandpoint activities - Varisian Tour of Duty

A harrowing day, indeed. This party appears to have a penchant for stumbling across evil. If one party needed aid in their travels, it is this one!

As we settled in for a night in the storeroom, Zandu detected an unseen intruder attempting to open the door. Quickly, he woke us, and he, myself, and Ostog took up the pursuit. Zandu was hit by a barbaric and crude device, essentially a club on a rope, which wrapped around his neck and cracked him in the head. As he fell, he was dragged toward the ledge. I attempted to cut the rope, but it was too dark and I missed. Ostog was able to free Zandu, and witnessed a small whitish creature with large white eyes fleeing into the pit below. It was determined that the little beasty was likely hunting for “food”. It was with this information that we returned to rest.

Upon the turn of the morning, we discussed our journeys. I relayed my investigations of Valdemar, and the interview with Grump that led me to the Platter. To my shock, the party was following a similar, although less focused, investigation of Valdemar’s activities, specifically his drug smuggling of this “midnight milk”. Seeing the hand of the Judge in this, I expressed my duty and wish to assist them in their actions.

We also discussed this battle they had with a monstrous pile of eyes and mouths in the cavern in which I was imprisoned. I admit I was a tad skeptical of such a wild description, so we returned to the cavern so that I may see the aftermath for myself. Of this Ostog seemed insistent. Indeed, the dissolved remains of something rather large was there, but more foul was the reeking of evil emanating from the altar in the cavern. Vorn insisted that I leave it be, and despite my strong desire to destroy it, I did not disturb it. There was a large pool of greenish filth from which the creature originated, but the group agreed that it was less deadly in absence of the creature. The pool trailed off into a passage, and Ostog waded into the pool to investigate the passage. It appeared that they were all going to let him wander off alone, so I insisted that we accompany him. Vorn and Zandu agreed, but Velmarius refused to soil his finery, and opted to uncork a bottle of vine and remain a spectator. I begin to see why he is unliked. Still, the wine choice WAS quite nice.

We traced the passage back to a chamber that contained the source of the greenish slime, complete with a gaunt, tall creature that whispered in our minds that it was the “all-father”, the servant of Shub-Niggurath, and it demanded that we kneel in the pools of green slime and become its children….a wholly unappealing invitation. Ostog fought this suggestion, which seemed to enrage him, and he attacked the demon, only to find his attach ineffective…which enraged him even more. Vorn cast protection upon Ostog, and Zandu let loose with his arrows. I called upon the Gold-Fisted One to smite this evil, and landed a solid and damaging blow that cut it to its evil core. Heartened by this, Ostog and Zandu continued their attacks. The creature, however, focused its evil into my mind, freezing me in place and raking me with its claws. I stood helplessly as it turned its attention towards Ostog and began battering him. Vorn joined in the fight, healing Ostog to keep him up and swinging, and finally, with Ostog’s blows and Zandu’s arrows, the horror gave a hideous scream and died in an unreal display of green liquid.

It was not without costs, though, for Vorn and Ostog were given a horrible disease that caused them to sprout extra eyes and mouths on their bodies…thus starting the transformation into the very beast they destroyed earlier! Upon this turn of events, we travelled to Sandpoint, to seek the aid of the higher priest in charge.

And, alas, Velmarius drank all of that excellent vintage while we battled. How rude!


Thank you Tim.

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Thanks indeed.

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