Stemming the plague

Bad Wizard? Many Dragons?
  • Stone “wolves” kill members of party
  • Meet lone fighter traveling through the woods
  • Find Tower cover with spikes, bodies impaled on spikes, including party members
  • tower reeks of death(fort saves)
  • dead bodies in tower, labs in tower, caged animals. cages ripped open animals dead
  • wizard in wared room, mostly monster, tried holding of plague with potions(fail),attacks
  • upon death stone wolves and tower are destroyed, find gaping hole under tower
  • return to town, town being destroyed by infected people (from blood in dungeon)
  • uber blob from under burning mansion is lead to river where it is killed
  • find white dragon cave under water fall, find out from big white that something wrong at IO town
  • on way to IO town find hole in town where saved boy from monsters, town empty
  • at IO town green on rack, wings torn off. Two Blues have moved in cuz Red dead.
  • Party takes on Blues, secon tries to escape but felled by crit from gnome
Find the Smith
  • Arrived at Empty town
  • Let peole know it was safe to come out
  • Killed infected people in duengeon/li>
  • found rock from sky in stream under waterfall
  • Killed giant crab for rock
  • town partied and ate crab
  • off to find crazy wiz
The Ripper

“May wisdom guide your path.” The High Priest Spoke in a solemnly.
“So that others may be enlightened” Came the chorus reply from the gathered assembly. With that they were dismissed. Garlen stood at stiff attention near the back of the military formation. The rows dismissed from the front to back. The highest ranking Paladins to the lowly horse handlers. Garlen stood just before the lowest ranking soldiers. Dedicated as he was to the church, fate had seen fit to allow him to just recently be noticed by a high ranking Paladin, thus beginning his journey towards the most honorable title a soldier could obtain: High Guardian of the Church. He knew that he would be well aged by then, he was already 25, but the title would bring great honor to his family. As leader of the Paladin order he could finally set right the name of the Harloon family. One that was wrongfully disgraced by his ancestor from the War Of The Gods. It was said that during a crucial battle General Harloon fled from the killing field, leaving his men to die in chaos to the orderly ranks of Hell’s legions for lack of leadership. From that day forth all who carried the name Harloon had their military careers stunted by the long and bitter memories of those in the higher ranks. It is not just that the General abandoned his men, as bad as that was, it has been said by any scholar who studies the War Of The Gods, had the General’s armies won that battle Asmodeas would not have won the War.

So here, many generations after the fall of his great house stood Garlen, ready to set his family on the path to regain its honor. The small army that Garlen was a part of was far from home comforts of the desert, and would be for some time. With such a great distance from home he has been unable to send word to his family or fiance of the glorious news. When he returned they would be so proud. It was Garlen’s goal to work as had as he could to move up as many ranks as he could before they returned. In the field of battle it is much faster to gain rank by achievements of valor than to maneuver for rank in the politics that happen safe inside the walls of Sandscourge. Obtaining just a few more ranks could save years of work back home. “I’ll do whatever it takes to regain our honor, whatever it takes” He swore these words as he waited for his row’s turn to be dismissed.

“Garlen!” Came the rough bark from the battle scarred Commander of the army “Come to me!.” The mess hall fell silent, besides the scrapping and thuds of stools, as everyone leapt to attention. Garlen hasted to the only man who had ever given him a chance at redemption. “As you were men.” With that he turned and made his way from the tent. Garlan fell in behind the Commander, not asking were they were heading nor caring that he did not get to finish dinner. He would follow the gray haired old man into hell right now if it brought honor back to the Harloon name.

The party of two was soon out of the camp and heading into the town that the holy army had taken residence in temporarily. They needed not torches because the moon was full and lit the way clearly.
“Tomorrow we depart” said the Commander, he was a man who was straight to the point about things. “The High Priest wants to make sure that his personal guard are all well rested before we leave, as such he has dismissed all them for the night so they will all get a sound night of sleep.”

“A sound night of prayer and repenting more likely.” thought Garlen. The Holy Guard were well known for their zealous faith and devotion. All the men in the Holy ranks were faithful followers of their religion, but not to the degree that the Holy Guard were. Garlen saw a Holy Gaurd in the capital once, while on patrol, force a shop keeper to lash him with his own whip in the street for insulting the merchant in his head for the merchant’s high prices. They shop keeper was at a loss for words, but knew better than to disobey. He lashed the Holy Guard while he prayed in the street until the Holy Gaurdsman rose, thanked him and paid full price for his goods, ignoring the shop keepers protest and insistences there was no charge. The man lowered his prices the next day.

“So, The high Priest has asked me to personally pick his bodyguard for tonight.” The commander continued. “You shall do this task. As a rule, anything you see or hear in your duties are of course the concern of no others. Holy matters are for the priest to determine and for soldiers to accept. Is all this understood soldier?!” He barked the last bit.

“Yes Sir” Garlen promptly replied.

“Good, that being the case, it is your duty to report to me any unusual happenings that occur that do not have to do with the Priest himself.” They walked in silence as they passed the first building of the town. “These rights do not fall on those in the employ of the priest however. If you ever see a member of the Holy Guard doing something that is illegal or lessens the image of the Church you are bound to tell me or another superior.” The commander paused. “Even if the person is brother at arms, a camp cook, priest secretary or even yourself, for that matter.”

“Yes sir!” Garlen said. He followed commander Riek thinking. “What is the commander trying to tell me? Of course I would report someone for unsavory deeds, and turning in ones self for misdeeds is met with a reduced punishment for honesty. What is the commander trying to say?” They climbed the few steps to the inn of the town. The common room looked more like a command center than an inn, maps laid open over all the tables, some were even tacked up on walls. Piles of scrolls and scout reports were piled in chairs for lack of table space. “Could all this really be to find one group of adventurers?” Garlen shook his head as followed commander Riek down a hallway to a room in the very back. “They must be extremely dangerous.” He thought. He knew that at least two other armies were sent towards the Kalaz-Krugg mountain range, perhaps more.

Two Holy Guards stood at attention on either side of the door. The only movement they made as Galen and the commander approached was with their eyes, checking the face of the commander as well as his rank and name embroidered on his cloak. Satisfied with who he was they made no move to stop them and continued to stare down the hall past the commander. Garlen had a feeling they didn’t bother assessing him, deeming him of no real threat or consequence. “They are right, I am no one important, yet.” The commander rapped on the door twice hard. His knock was like the way he spoke, direct and loud. The door open almost immediately. It was as if the priest had been waitng by the door.

“I see you have come right on time as usual commander.” The high priest said in his regal tone. He addressed his guards. “You may take your leave. May wisdom guide your path.”

“So others may be enlightened.” came their reply in unison. They bowed to him and left, stepping in unison.

“Garlen will be your guard for the night.” With that Commander Riek spun on heel like a seasoned soldier and left.

“Always so brief.” the Priest sighed “Garlen was it? I wish to be disturbed by none tonight so that I might pray and prepare for our long journey. Turn all away. If they insist on seeing a priest send them to priest Riley in the main camp.” He waited for Garlen to acknowledge his orders with a nod. “There is one exception to this order.” The priest’s demeanor changed somehow, but Garlen could not perceive how. “My assistant will be arriving shortly with some locals who have been wanting an audience to learn more of our faith. As this is the last night we are here, and I have been so busy before hand, I shall see them now.” The priest’s wet his lips. “I must prepare. Simply let them in when they arrive.” The priest stepped back into his room and closed his door. As he did the shadow of the door moved across the face of the holy man. That is when Garlen realized what he had not seen before. There, his face cast half in shadows, the light of the hallway torches reflecting in his eyes, Garlen saw lust. Lust and anticipation, on the face of the High Priest. The door’s click sent a shiver down Garlen.

Garlen stood at attention in front of the door. He kept trying to convince himself he was seeing things because he was tired from waking up early for morning patrol duties. It was going to be a long night. When he had all but convinced himself of this his resolve was shattered by the two young woman, no not even that, the oldest couldn’t be more than 15, that entered the hall from the common room.

Bile rose in Garlen’s mouth. He recited prayers in his head and assured himself that they were just curious about the true faith. Their eyes would not let him lie to himself. Those eyes of innocent children held no curiosity, nor reverence. They held only fear and unshed tears. Rage began to fill Garlen. He had followed commander Riek into hell, he just hadn’t realized it until now. If he did anything about this his family might never regain their lost honor. Garlen felt sick.

It wasn’t until he had to tear his eyes away from the faces of the girls, in what was probably their best dresses, dresses they would never be able to wear again after this night, realize he had not noticed the man standing behind them. So distraught by the girls, with lovely brown hair held back by matching red ribbons, he had not seen the secretary of the High Priest. The man had a nose that was took big for his face and eyes too small. The man looked like a human rat. His hair combed back and kept slick, he was a rat walking around in the guise of a human. Garlen followed the gaze of those beady rat eyes and realized he had partially drawn his sword from its scabbard.
“Surely you recognize me,” the assisstant said with great importance in a oil voice. “and surely these lovely woman are of no threat to you or his holiness.” As he spoke his hand caressed the face of the older child and rested on her shoulder making it seem as if he had touched her face by mere accident. “So, why not be a good little soldier and put that away and open the door so these two can begin their lessons.” A grin broke his face as seem to savor the last word. Garlen stood there for a moment, not moving or putting his weapon away. He looked back down into the angelic faces of the two girls. When they noticed he hadn’t moved they lifted their gaze from the floor to look at him, hope growing on their faces. Garlen returned his stare to the man behind them, he couldn’t bear to see the look of hope die from their eyes as he slammed the sword back in its sheath and stepped aside staring straight ahead.

The youngest started to whimpering, the older tried to shush her with consoling whispers. The whimpers became sniffs and uneven breaths. The secretary nodded his approval at both Garlen and the girls, he was use to being obeyed and he disliked girls who cried too soon. He reached between the girls and opened the door. The girls walked into the moon lit room, Carson followed. As he closed the door to the room he said “I will be joining them in their lessons, the High Priest is a great teacher, and I like to watch.”

The door’s click scarred Garlen’s Soul.

As Garlen stood guard, his rage grew. A small fire growing into a raging inferno. This must be what Commander Riek was trying to tell him. If only the commander had been more direct,given him a clue on what to do. That is what he is known for, his directness. Garlen clenched his jaw. Politics! Commander Riek couldn’t say anything because he had no proof. If this happens the night before every march then there is no time for the victims or their families to grow enough courage to accuse the High Priest. Without a victim the commander can not accuse a crime. Garlen’s rage was clouding his mind, he could not think with the clarity he might have normally, questions kept breaking up his train of thoughts for a solution. Was this a price he wasn’t willing to pay to reclaim his family honor? What kind of honor would it be if it was earned by vile actions of others? If he stopped this would the Harloon family ever be able to regain Honor? Garlen’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, the sword of the general who started the fall from grace so long ago, knuckles turning white. His fiance Hessa’s face came to his mind and he resolved to do nothing for her sake.

She had been disowned by her family for agreeing to marry Garlen and taking his reviled family name. It was up to him to restore his family’s honor so he could provide a great life for her. She wanted many children and unless you were a person of high social status you were only allowed one child in Sandscourge. As Garlen was trying to quell his fury he thought about having a daughter. The wall of feeble excuses he had been trying to build to justify what he was doing crumbled and was consumed by the fires his rage.

“What if these were my daughters!” he screamed in is head. He spun, his sword free before he came to face the feeble wooden barrier that protected the corrupt men.
“Forgive me” he whispered. He was asking not only from his wife to whom he was about to fail, but to which ever God might have been listening to his vow earlier today. “It seems there is a price I am unwilling to pay.”

With a roar he slammed door open with his heavy military boot. The latch burst with great ease, no match for the wrath that was fueled by a blazing tempest of justice and hatred. The door slammed hard against wall. The sound was as loud as a thunderclap in the small room. Garlen stood there, on the threshold of the room, sword raised high to strike down which ever man he got to first, and all the rage he had had drained from him. First confusion at not seeing what he was expecting to see, then terror filled him as his brain began to register the horrific scene in the moonlit room.

The Tower of Monotony

Meanwhile, Back in the Valley

The sun blazed overhead as Nathan stood on top of the tower leaning on his staff, looking down over the edge. A small city was beginning to grow around the tower. All the villages that had been put to the torch by The Warlord had been abandoned by the villagers who had once lived in them. They felt safe living in large numbers after the Orcs had made easy work of what little defenses the individual towns could muster. So, they stayed together even after the threat was dealt with by the ragtag adventurers.

“Ragtag adventurers no more” Nathan mused. They had acquired many wondrous since coming to this item rich valley. Nathan eased his weight off the magic staff and held in both hands tracing his fingers over the arcane words of power carved down the shaft like water flowing away from the glowing orb that was set atop it. The orb was blinding to stare at for any length of time. Since the Orcs had been dealt with and Kada went adventuring by herself things have been incredibly dull. With no one in need of resurrecting the orb has had plenty off time to charge. Nathan sighed, how had staying behind sounded like a good idea? He set the staff back down, leaning back onto with a gentle easing of his weight. he wasn’t afraid of breaking it, he just thought that it deserved to be treated with some respect and dignity, it is a powerful magic item, the key to unlocking the power of the tower, if it wasn’t so comfortable to lean on he was sure he wouldn’t. Pretty sure.

Nathan watched the humans moving about doing some task or another. The particulars about what they were doing was not worth knowing, but he watched them anyways focusing on nothing in specific. His eyes wondered from the people building the wall around town to the women washing pots and clothes in the stream, the stream Nathan and companions had made for the people by digging a trench then lining it with metal to keep the water clean. He followed the path of the stream, watching the soapy residue from the wash work float downstream. The bubbles thinned and by the time they reached the bend in the stream there were none to be seen. Shortly after the bend there were children scooping up buckets of water to bring to the men hard at work building the wall and other buildings. Nathan shook his head. “Children running around giving the adults a round of the runs.” He chuckled, but his mirth was short lived. Sighing he turned from the edge of the tower and lazily made his way to the center. As he approached he studied the ancient runes carved into a circle at the center. A teleportation circle. He stopped. Everyday he studied this circle, just like he studied the other ruins around he found around the tower. Why did a tower, capable of such great wonders have a teleportation circle that could only teleport creatures from the top floor to the roof and back. A stair case or a ladder could do that. Once again coming to no conclusions he stepped into the intricately carved circle. Time to save the people from the great new threat…diarrhea. “Best stop it before we are all balls deep” Chuckling at his own joke he descended into the tower.

Black Gnoll

The Gnoll’s camp reeked of piss and decay. The prisoners from the caravan in cages hanging a foot off the ground. Each cage was packed with 10 or so people, one of each was noticeably ill. Try as they might the others could not get away from them, the cages were too small. The Gnolls, too busy feeding their pets scraps of meat and watching them fight or fighting themselves, did not notice the Griffin flying over the camp. The trees in the camp and nearby area were all sickly or dead because the ground was soaked with the waste of the mostly animal tribe. This gave the mounted party no cover. A large Gnoll with mangy black fur sat elevated above the camp on a throne of skulls and bones sitting on a mound of skeletal remains of hundreds of creatures that had the misfortune of being captured by the savage beast. Safe in their camp, still wound up from the raid mere hours before, the Gnolls had not a worry in the world.

The arrow stuck a Gnoll in soundly in the chest. The surprised Gnoll gaped in confusion at first, confusion that quickly became horror when he saw that the fur around the wound smoked and shriveled. The acid poured into the wound melting away the flesh and muscle. The pain finally made its way to the primitive brain of the Gnoll, he had just enough time to scream before death took him.p. Nearby Gnolls looked about in confusion, not at the scream for those were plentiful through out the bustling camp. They tried to find the source of the awful stench of burnt hair and burning flesh. Not the brightest creatures, they were not sure what to make of the dead Gnoll with the slowly growing hole in in his chest. They did notice when another Gnoll was struck in the neck, acid pouring down her back. This they understood, enemies! The cry went up around the camp. Arrows still fell on the Gnolls while they rallied. The arrows were coming from above them, so they grabbed their bows. Looking up expecting elves on hawks or even Pegasuses, the Gnolls were caught off guard when they saw on one griffin with a rider. What foolish person attacks a camp by them selves. Laughing the let loose their arrows. Ting ting ting ting was heard as the arrows bounced of the hide of the griffin. The flying monster circled lower and as it came closer to the Gnolls they could see light reflecting off it, as if it were made of metal. Convinced it only wore armor they shot volley after volley at the griffin. They began to realize they were wrong.

Atop his throne of bone the Gnoll sat watching as the arrows of his lackeys bounced off the metal griffin impotently. His eyes were keen and he saw that it was made of gears and steel plates clearly even at this distance. Still he couldn’t be bothered to help his useless minions. This until an arrow struck one of his guard in the neck. His personal guard were made of tougher stuff than the others milling around camp. He had picked the strongest and most blood thirsty of the Gnolls at his disposal and infected them. Making them obedient slaves. He worked too hard on them to allow some pathetic wanna-be adventures kill them needlessly. Besides, he could feel the burning flesh on the Gnoll as if ti were his own and it was annoying. He stood up raising his head up to the sky and ROARED. The sound silenced the camp, the Gnolls and hyenas cowering in fear at the sound of their master’s rage. All eyes fell on the Gnoll on his throne, he wasn’t just large, he was giant, towering over other Gnolls by four feet. They watched as the black cape etched with pulsing red runes on his back transformed into enormous dragon wings. The Gnoll wrapped his massive wings around him as he crouched, bones snapping under his feet as he flexed his muscles. Then he leapt, the throne crumpled under the force of it. Skulls and bones cascaded down the sides of the mound. He was 20 feet in the air before he had to unfurl his wings to stop from falling. He was ready to finish this.

The Valley
The Valley hides a secret, is the world ready for it?

The sun crested the eastern wall of sheer cliffs that created the secluded valley Kada and her companions were set on exploring. The legends said that the vast valley is all that remains of an ancient volcano that ravaged the land for hundreds of miles when it erupted. As a result, the land became extremely fertile and over the years vast forests rose in the wake of the destruction. Eventually the inhabitants of neighboring lands migrated to the empty forest and soiled the virgin lands. War ravaged the lands, as happens when people of different races refuse to co-exist as neighbors. Trees were chopped down, trenches scarred the land and flowers drowned in blood. The forest that had risen from the ashes of devastating destruction was once again laid to waste. All except the Valley. It was untouched by the years of bloodshed. Still pure because of a mysterious force that held at bay all attempts to march armies into the lush valley.

That is why they were here, to find out what secrets the valley hid. Although Kada was no longer in the body her mother had given to her, she was still a Kender, even if people called her a Halfling. Kenders being curious by nature, how could Kada have passed up such a grand adventure after hearing it from a tavern bard? Nathan had seen the valley referenced in his magical studies and thought that perhaps one of the lost towers of The Arch-Magi was hidden there somewhere, so when Kada told everyone where she wanted to go he eagerly supported her. Ishan could not let the thieving Halfling out of his sight, even if it was into a Valley in which no one lived. When he realized he couldn’t convince Kada, backed firmly by Nathan who said “With no one else around, you can keep both of those Paladin eyes on roaming hands”, he vowed to protect them on their pointless journey. Dave, Dave drained another ale and slapped the bar maid on the rump as she passed, letting her know he wanted another.

With that their path was set. To the Valley they would go to uncover secrets long buried, whether they wanted to learn those secrets or not…

The Valley
The Valley hides a secret, is the world ready for it?
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While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

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