The Great Forest Alasee

In a year, long before man walked the earth the First Tree sprouted. For several hundred years the First Tree simply grew, growing larger as the only living thing in the land. As it grew, the First Tree breathed life into the world around it.

Grass began to grow, bushes sprouted out of the earth, and the first lifeforms began to walk the earth. The First Tree eventually began to bud and make seeds. In the year 1,000 a great wind came up and carried the seeds over the land.

These began to sprout and grow, becoming a great many things. The elves believe that this is when the races were born. The forest was born in this instance as well, bringing about what would become the kingdom of the elves. The other great races like Humans and Dwarves would leave the forest and spread to the other areas of the world where the First Tree would not have as much of a reach. Leaving the elves to rule over the forest, they would name the forest Alasee, representing the hope that this forest gives them.

The lesser races like Goblins and Orcs would have to find their own way in the world living wherever they could find a place, feeling abandoned by their creator they would turn to darkness.

It is now the year 10,018 and the Queen of the Forest is Lady Glissadre. With her royal council the Lady Glissadre will invite the Heroes of this realm to a special ceremony to celebrate their great deeds protecting the Great Forest Alasee and with that the First Tree.


Ideas For A Campaign

So my girlfriend has started prodding me to work on a campaign, irrelevant which system I use, but I just need to run something.

My first major debate was which system. I am still in college and don’t have a lot of time for pure creation so that rules out World of Darkness and Rolemaster. A lot of my players want something with a lot of substance and known rules, this rules out Savage Worlds. Now I am left with the choice between Fantasy and Science Fiction. I am a much better DM with Fantasy so that rules out The Firefly Role-Playing Game and the Serenity Role-Playing Game. So now it is between Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 and Pathfinder. In my opinion Pathfinder is Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 just better. So Pathfinder it is.

Now the next discussion is what kind of story do I want to tell? Where will it take place and so on. I think I am going to do my very first Forest Setting Campaign (having them adventure within the vastness of the Great Elven Forest of Alasee), starting the characters at a higher level (10), and maybe there will be a dragon.

In the forest they will discover many things like a great army of Goblins trying to wipe out all other races, driven by someone else to commit such a daring act. Machine like men who cannot see the beauty they are seeking to destroy. A plot from within to release a great seal that is holding back an unmentionable horror. They will find themselves traveling across the land beset upon by the great creatures themselves, then traveling into the First Tree to find answers regarding the recent evils.


Atlantis Final Part

He lay there for an untold amount of time when suddenly the door was thrown open and three people came into the room. The first two in he recognized; one was a judge and the other a doctor. At that moment all his memories came flooding back to him.

They drug him out from under the water the third person grabbed the clothes that still lay upon the table and threw them to the doctor. John was being rubbed by the judge; she was following the doctor’s instruction to use friction to heat up more of his blood before it rushed back to his heart, keeping his heart from stopping.

The doctor started using the clothes to dry John off and pressed them hard against the skin as he rubbed that John started to get slight cases of rug burn wherever the doctor was drying.

The third person suddenly ran up and threw a large encompassing blanket around John. “I told you suicidal.” John had trouble hearing the man speak but was able to catch what had just been implied.

John tried to speak but found that his mouth still wasn’t under his control as his teeth were chattering and couldn’t be stopped by will alone. He was still too cold and numb from the water.

“Thank you but not helpful at the moment” that was the judge from before, the one who had let him come here. Where ever here was?

“I think someone should be here at all times to watch his condition until he is stable and then we will have someone with him to keep him comfortable and from trying to off him again. You got what you wanted Alice, now give him a reason to live.” The doctor seemed to think that this was a pointless attempt to save someone who could not be saved. His voice gave away that he cared but was not surprised in this turn of events.

“I will make sure he is kept company and finds a reason to live long enough to see Atlantis.” Alice spoke in a sure manner hinting that no matter what John may try he was going to live whether he liked it or not.

“Could it be Atlantis, as in the sunken city from the myths of my childhood?” John’s thoughts kept him company as he still was unable to ask those around him about what was going on. He saw the two men turn and leave closing the stone door behind them. Then the woman moved towards him and leaned down towards his ear.

“I am so sorry John, but I promise to make this right.”

His mind raced as he tried and figure out exactly what she was apologizing for. “Accepting him into their world, for nearly killing him, keeping him secluded and unknowing for who knows how long, or for still not telling him what is Atlantis?” His body couldn’t take anymore and the stress from this latest event caught up with him as he lay there thinking. He slowly lay down and was instantly asleep as soon as his head touched the ground.

Alice watched as John slept keeping an eye out for any signs that he may be passing to the other side. She could not believe that after showing signs of improvement John would suddenly decide to commit suicide, after all he had been working hard to regain strength by eating more and by working his body walking around the stone table that he had been provided.

When John awoke he could feel a dull pain coming from the wounds on his back, after a moment he began to feel the sensation of something pressed firmly along his spine. Reaching his hand back John felt the fresh bandages that now wrapped and covered his injuries. As John sat up he saw that the Judge was still there in the room with him leaning against the far wall, she was still asleep.

John scanned the room looking for what else may be new to the room to help keep an eye on him or to help him get better. A second stone chair now sat around the table and many platters of food adorned the table itself. John moved to stand and immediately was pushed back to the ground as the Judge now stood over him holding him down.

“Why?” Alice was not hiding the anger in her voice as she shouted the question into John’s left ear, her right hand pressed firmly against his shoulder. “You were making progress, why? You were walking, remembering, getting better; what happened?”

John’s mind raced, “when did she wake up, how did she get over to him so quickly, why was she yelling?” It was more than he could take and he just sat there in silence as she yelled at him.

Alice realized that John was no longer really listening and was just enduring this treatment until he would be allowed a chance to come out of his shell and actually be able to speak his peace. Alice breathed in and slowly let the air out through her nose forcing her heart rate to slow down and in turn clam her mind as she considered what possible reasons John may offer for trying to kill himself in the cold water of the faucet. After she had calmed herself Alice began again, “John what were you doing under the faucet?”

“I wanted to be clean.” John’s voice held no emotion as he answered the question. He was thinking about how to completely explain the situation without making the Judge angry again. She was scary when she became mad and that was the last thing John wanted to have holding him down again.

Alice thought about the answer, wanting to be clean? That was a natural thing and he had been working hard to regain strength. He had been sweating, bleeding, and the grim of this room alone would be enough to make anyone consider cleaning up a bit. But still he could be lying about trying to get clean as a cover for attempted suicide. “Ok let’s eat.”

John nearly sighed in relief, she believed him and he didn’t have to completely explain what happened. He went to get up and this time was helped by the Judge rather than hindered. As John sat in the chair opposite of her John couldn’t help but wonder, “What is your name?”

“My name is Alice; I am the acting Judge for those wishing to enter Atlantis as you have now done.”

“Alice, thank you for coming to save me, I will forever be in your debt.” John picked up some of the utensils that had been supplied with the food and began to eat. Slicing some meat with a fork and shoveling it into his mouth just as fast as he could. He could feel the juice and grease run down the side of his face but John didn’t care as he felt famished and the food reminded him of how little he had been allowed to eat until recently.

Alice sat and ate in silence giving John time to sate him with the food and nutrients that he would need to continue to survive here in Atlantis. As he ate, Alice took note that John must have been starving and in the future with other possible newcomers for Atlantis more nutrition may be required to give them the strength and desire they need to want to live and become a part of the society here in Atlantis. She could see that John looked better than he had and showed signs of even further improvement.

When John finished eating he sat back in his stone chair and began to ask his questions, “What is Atlantis?”

Alice was glad that John had regained some nutrition and was now strong enough to question the events that led up to him being here and how his choices will affect his future.

“Atlantis is our home, a place of safety from the new government that kills its citizens without question and does not care about anything aside from making money in these dark times. While it is not the remnants of the sunken city it is our hidden city right under the nose of the new government. I am sure you remember passing through our massive fence and thought to yourself “how can this be hidden from the new government, how can they not find this?” Well the answer is simple we have removed ourselves from the world to a degree, to reach this place you must be completely lost and without hope and at that moment you will find your way. We have an old machine that can somehow tap into the mind of those seeking this place and draw them here once the requirements are met at the same time any person searching for this place with their hope still intact will be misled by the machine. That is how we are kept safe from the new government and for years since the fall of the human race into the chaos that now exists in this world. Atlantis is the last place for people to live and truly be free.”

John took in this information without saying a word and as he sat comprehending what Alice was saying he realized the truth in her words. While he knew he was looking for this place he had no idea where he was when he found it and he did remember thinking that it was incredible that the new government had not found the giant wall that protected this “Atlantis”, the lost city. He was amazed at the idea of using ancient technology to help support life today in this man made world. The person who must have figured out how to work this machine must be a genius a new Einstein to have thought in the way the people of old must have thought when making their massive buildings that reached to the skies. “Are there other machines that are used in Atlantis?”

“Yes, there are many. For example we have one that is used in the process of readying a person for life in Atlantis along with one that is used to keep an eye on the people who live through the process in this very room to make sure that they are fit enough to enter Atlantis itself.” Alice was forthcoming with the answers to John’s questions as she wanted him to become a part of Atlantis and even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself she liked him. His to the point nature she enjoyed because it left little room for feelings and other hubbub to get in the way, just the way she liked her life to be.

“That’s amazing, you must have many people in Atlantis working on projects to understand and rebuild these great machines of the past.” John’s excitement began to show through as he was not expecting to be arriving to a place that not only was a free city but offered so many more advancements then that living under the leadership of the new government.

Alice was stunned, she knew that any form of technology was rare outside of Atlantis and the cities of the new government but technology was so far gone from regular society that the idea of technology inspired hope. “Yes John we have many teams of people who are working on understanding and redeveloping some of the old machines that our past generations used to tame the land.”

“I made it here, I am alive, and how can I help?”

Alice could feel the energy radiating from the still weak and healing body of John as he sat leaning back in the stone chair of his current home. She felt the swelling of pride that was consuming her as she had found someone who may be worth all the effort in bringing people here to Atlantis. “Get stronger and healthier and then we will get you into the actual society of Atlantis. Is there anything I can do to make your stay here more welcome and enjoyable?”

“Do you have books?”

“Can you read?” At this point Alice was full of hope; maybe at last she had integrated someone who was worth the expense and pain of putting all those people through hell just so they can live in the relative freedom this existence offered.

“Yes, my mother taught me when I was little though I think I may be a bit out of practice.”

“What would you like to read?” Alice could nearly scream from excitement, John could read he would be extremely valuable to the society as he could work anywhere and be useful. His ability to read would allow him to either teach others how or be used to read ancient texts and relay information to the current scientists researching old machines and their uses.

John was brought a new book every day for a week, the first book he read was smaller but it helped get him back into the practice of reading. His day was made complete in the evening of everyday as Alice would visit him to get a synopsis of the book he had read that day and share the evening meal with him.

At the end of the week all three of his saviors came and greeted John; Alice the Judge, the doctor, and the unknown man. They were all smiling and happy as they entered John’s room and Alice even gave John a hug.

“Welcome to Atlantis my name is Dr. Brumbeck.” He had moved forward and was shaking John’s hand with great enthusiasm. “I am glad to see that you are recovering well after going through the machine and then that nasty water incident.”

Before John could reply the third person had come forward and shock John’s hand with a firm but cold hand shake. “I am the Professor and I am glad that you survived the procedure, I hope to see some great work from you in the near future.” With that the Professor turned back and left the room leaving the three much merrier people behind to continue celebrating John’s survival.

Alice moved forward after the Professors introduction and handed out a glass to everyone in the room. She poured a slightly red liquid into the glasses she had procured. “A toast to John’s health; as he leaves this facility today to become a part of Atlantis.”

Atlantis Pt. 5

John had given up on figuring out who he used to be and was now concentrating on making himself into the person that his new mind had decided he would be. He spent the days hatching new ideas to try and escape from his prison and trying to figure out how long he had been contained within the confines of this stone building. He first noticed that his meals always came in cycles of three. After the first meal there was a wait of some time and then a second meal, always the third meal would come in roughly the same amount of time as the time from the first to the second meal. Then he noticed that after the third meal it would be a much longer wait until the next cycle began. Using this system John had figured out from remembering back to when he first awoke that he had been here for 12 meal cycles.

After figuring that out he began making his body work like he assumed it should, starting by taking off the still blood crusted clothes that he had been wearing. As soon as they were removed he used the edge of the stone table to cut the clothes into strips of cloth. He used the cleanest strips to bind the wounds on his back by cross lacing the strips and tying them off in the front. After having the cuts on his back with a constant pressure against them he finally pulled himself up using the table for support.

After getting stood up he began to walk around the table reminding his legs once more how they were supposed to work. Then it happened he had a memory, but what was it. John closed his eyes using his hands to continue guiding him round and round the table. With his eyes shut he concentrated on retrieving that flitting memory. It came to him after just seconds.

He was little and there was someone in front of him crouched down smiling. She was beautiful and so full of joy. He could feel someone holding onto both of his arms helping him to stay standing. He looked back and could see the face of a man though it was mostly hidden by a well kempt beard. The man was laughing and smiling just as much as the woman in front of John. The man started to shuffle John forward and in doing so was forcing him to take steps towards the woman who was now calling out to him. Suddenly the man let go of his arms and John was walking towards the woman very unsteadily but after a few haltering steps he was able to reach the woman and collapse into her arms.

John was back to the present; he had collapsed into the stone chair and was breathing heavily. His body ached from being used for the first time in a long time. He was so covered in sweat that his nude body was sliding off of the stone chair and he had to hold himself on using the last of his remaining strength. While he sat there he thought back to the memory he had just experiences and realized that those two people must have been his parents because why else would they have looked so happy and joyous to have been there with him when he first learned to walk.

After he had rested and regained strength enough, he stood back up and began walking again. Around the table he went and now he realized that his right hurt far more than his left, his first instinct was to favor it and not put as much pressure on it while walking but the more he thought about it John decided that by working that side it would regain muscle and therefore heal better. So after that he made sure to consciously make sure he was not treating the right side of his body with any less work than the left side.

He walked himself until he couldn’t stand anymore and then sat in the chair until even that was too much work to remain upright.

John awoke the next morning to find a fresh set of clothes laid upon the table with a meal the size of his last three combined. Along with the meal was a pitcher of something he could not place but smelled familiar. He poured some out into the stone cup that he had found next to a small faucet in one of the corners. He put the cup to his lips and took a large mouthful of the liquid; as soon as he tasted the liquid he had another memory.

He was young again, standing this time in front of a small gathering. They were singing and all looking at him with joy lighting up their faces. There was a small box wrapped with some brown paper lying in the middle of a table. The woman and man from the last memory were there and looked extremely proud to be there. The lighting was poor but he could see that the room was small and from the blankets and mats in the corner it was a bedroom as well. He had a cup in his hand and after everyone finished singing he took a large drink from his cup.

Once more back to reality, “lemonade” John whispered the word like it was the most valuable thing in the world. He was slowly regaining a sense of who he was and the kind of person he might have been. He wished he could remember where he was in that memory or what had been in that gift placed on the table.

John drank the entire pitcher before starting on his meal. He ate vigorously, the exercise he did had helped his appetite and even now he still felt the hunger of someone who had not eaten enough in several days. Now he realized that whoever was providing the food had been feeding him the bare minimum to keep him alive until he showed them that he truly wanted to live or not. Now that he had shown them evidence of his desire to live they were going to make him healthy.

John stood up still using the table for support and began walking around the table once again. He lasted longer this time before he had to sit down and he was glad to see such an improvement after such a short time. His body ached but it felt good because he knew that he was building endurance. The right side of his body still hurt unbelievably though.

After a while John stood and let go of the table, he took a chance and walked towards the faucet. Once step, two steps, his breathing was becoming labored and his heart was racing faster as the fear of collapsing started to consume his mind. With the world still spinning he suddenly stopped, no he hadn’t stopped something had stopped him. He had run smack into the wall right next to the faucet.

John used the wall as support and lowered himself to the floor. He maneuvered his body under the faucet and untied his make-shift bandages. After peeling them from the scabs of the cuts on his back he could feel that a few had reopened from the work out.  He tossed aside the cloth and turned on the faucet.

Only now did he realize the mistake in not letting his body adjust to the temperature of the water. John couldn’t think; his body just froze as the cold water ran across his abdomen and down his sides pooling beneath him. The water that was pooling began to creep up his back and across the series of cuts making him lose feeling to those wounds.

Rise of the Runelords Session 1

A group of 5 friends plus myself are playing a Pathfinder campaign called Rise of the Runelords. I am going to post the story of the sessions after they occur in hopes that you will all enjoy the spectacle and story as it happens. There are 5 characters played by my friends and then I myself am running everyone else and the world itself.

The five characters are as follows. As I learn more about them you can expect to receive individual bios on each one.

Vina Martell- A Lawful Good Sacred Servant Paladin

Milah- A Chaotic Neutral Knife Master Rogue

Durella- A Chaotic Neutral Witch

Chet Soten- A Chaotic Neutral Fire Elemental Sorcerer

Natir Zahera- A Neutral Barbarian

The five of them either grew up in Sandpoint or where coming to this town on their own various missions. As they came to Sandpoint the opening of the towns new cathedral was scheduled to take place. Wanting to see and take part in the spectacle the characters all waited for the celebration to unfold before them.

During the day of the ceremony the characters had little to do with each other. Vina and Milah partook in a game of wits at which point Milah won bragging rights for the rest of the day. Durella and Chet both took part in different dextrous games. At which point they challenged each other after winning their individual competitions. Durella came out as champion of fineese. Natir took part in a competition of drinking. Being the giant she is Natir found herself an easy champion.

As evening approached a man stepped out onto the podium that had been set up before the cathedral. He took out a thunderstone and threw it on the ground to gather the attention of the crowd. Unknown to him and everyone else the thunderstone strike was a trigger for the unexpected guests at this day of merriment.

As soon as the stone struck cries and singing erupted from all around the town. As small fires started and goblins stepped out to attack from nearly every location. The city guards were outnumbered and unprepared for such a spectacle. The characters were faced by three of these beasts holding their wicked dogslicers.

Now they came together, at this very moment all that mattered was the defense of this town and yet it would be in these moments that a bond would be forged. Natir waded into the fray with her earthbreaker hammer leading. She quickly crushed the skull and even most of the body of this diminutive foe. Vina while slower than Natir engaged another of the goblins, where they exchanged a few swings. Durella put the last unengaged one to sleep as she pulled power from her witch patron. Milah ran up to one fighting Vina and with a few deft strikes to the back with her deadly daggers this group easily overcame the goblins who foolishly attacked them.

However no sooner did the first ones fall that another group of goblins encouraged by the sounds of a goblin song coming from nearby. The goblins with glee ran forward to chop the characters to minced bits but soon began to understand the failures in their understanding of this battle. No sooner did they appear that one fell as a bolt of energy burst forth from Chet’s hand and buried into the chest of the screaming goblin.

Natir hearing the screams turned and charged the lead goblin, again her deadly hammer struck downwards ending the life of a goblin. She roared with a primal fury as the other goblins made sure to run around her towards the rest of the party. Vina set herself up to defend the spell casters as Milah ran forwards taking the offensive to the goblins. She quickly dropped one with a display of fineese and skill with her daggers. Durella fired her crossbow into another ending its life abruptly. The singing now sounded worried and ended as a goblin covered in strange markings came out of hiding. The goblin fired off a set of its own spells while the party moved to engage. Spells range all around as the party fought but it would be the swing of a hammer that brought the fight to an end.

With these new foes defeated the party had come together and held strong against their enemies. They helped to save the town but their work had just begun. For the screams of a man echoed down the street.

Running down the street the characters ran around a corner just in time to see a goblin on a goblin dog mount cleave a dog in half using a horsechopper. A man was cowering against the wall of a building as the goblin dog and rider began to descend upon their prey.

The characters immediately came to the rescue of this man as they waded into combat more goblins came out of houses to join in the fray. The goblins on foot ran to engage the characters not knowing that their fate was sealed in death. However the goblin rider stayed to the rear instead taking out a bow of deadly design and rained arrows into the characters.

As the fight went on the first goblins fell quickly and the goblin rider made to charge the characters. However Durella was able to put the great beast to sleep in time for them to avoid the deadly collision. As the now dismounted goblin charged forward it had to meet the fearsome foes on equal footing. The goblin never stood a chance.

The man that they saved was none other than the noble Aldern Foxglove and he made a point of inviting the characters to the Rusty Dragon Inn.

After the conflict the characters became known as the heroes of Sandpoint. Their brave acts had bested many goblins and by the count of the guards only about 30 had attacked Sandpoint. The characters killed a third of that number.

As the characters stayed in Sandpoint over the next couple days people rewarded them for their bravery and made sure to help out in any way to rebuild the town. In a couple days the attack would be almost entirely washed away from the minds of these durable people.

Aldern Foxglove was able to convince the characters to join him at the Rusty Dragon and at which point he asked them to come boar hunting with him. The characters tried to avoid this situation but found Aldern to be very convincing. Eventually they went on this journey and with him they tracked down a boar to be desired. They slew the beast with ease but what was really important about this trip? Aldern used this time to learn about the characters specifically Durella who he both questioned and watched with great interest. She was a beautiful drow (dark elf), and he lusted after her with great passion.

Upon their return to the Rusty Dragon with their quarry Ameiko Kajitsu (owner of the Rusty Dragon) started preparing it for a feast. Her father burst through the door and threatened her and wanted to take her away from here. He turned on the characters and told them that their recklessness threatened the city and that they should never have fought the goblins. He then turned and stormed back out of the Inn.

Chet at this time was under the thumb of the daughter to the general store owner. She had seduced the poor halfling and led him into her basement where she proceeded to have her way with him. Her father came home and down into the basement where he caught them. Chet was immediately in distress from the size and strength of the much larger man. Chet was able to escape the situation but with little of his dignity. A debt to the store owner would need to be repaid by Chet to mend these wounds.

After all of this the characters were hoping for a day of rest but none would come. A woman approached them with two children in tow. One had bites all up and down his arm. She was in tears and explaining that her husband had gone to take care of the goblin in her sons closet.

The characters ran off to the woman’s house to see about the husband and the goblin. They entered the boys room to find a half eaten man laying on the ground with what was left of the torso in a hole in the closet. After pulling out the mans body a goblin burst out of the hole hoping to put a quick end to the battle. He highly underestimated the characters.

The widow was taken in by her sister. The heroes of Sandpoint were gaining fame as they continued to handle situations as they happened.

The mayor brought the characters in to hear the words of a local scout named Shelelu. She recounted the recent events from outside of the town and explained that she believed that there were going to be more larger and deadlier raids. Sheriff Hemlock set off to the next town to request help while leaving the characters to act in his stead here in town.

As soon as the sheriff left disaster struck.

Father Zantus had found that the crypt had been opened by an outside force during the raid and requested the characters to go and explore the insides. The characters marched in without fear. They found two skeletons awaiting them and combat soon began. The characters had never seen skeletons before and learned that bladed weapons to easily fit between the bones. While hammers and other blunt weapons made quick work of them.

In the crypt they found that the remains of Ezakien had been taken by someone for surely dire reasons.

They decided that it would be best for the town to not know about this until later. After the Sheriffs return for sure.

The next morning they awoke to the sounds of distress from Bethana employee of Ameiko. She held a note that was presented to the characters. In the letter the characters learned that Ameiko went to her father’s glass works to meet with her brother.

The characters ran off to the glass works. Upon arrival they acted with certain levels of stealth. Sending a scout onto the roof to look through the windows on top. The scout (Durella) looked through the windows into the gore that was now the glass works. A glass statue could be seen, upon closer examination he characters could tell that this was the remains of Ameiko’s father. He had been covered in molten glass and was now solidified into a sadistic statue of torture. Goblins ran around in the glass works with the remains of the workers trying to recreate the glass statue.

The characters quickly entered the building and went directly to where the goblins were. They set about killing the goblins quickly however in their hast Natir was tripped and taken by the goblins. They tried to shove her several times into the furnace that was used to keep the glass molten hot. In failing several times they gave up and tried to kill her by hacking at her. The rest of the characters slew the goblins with ease. However one of the goblins was smart and ran for its life down into the basement of the house where it warned its master.

Once the characters entered the basement they were engaged by both the escaped goblin and its master. Tsuto brother of Ameiko. Together they faced down the characters. In truth Tsuto was not a hard fight for the characters his ally fell quickly and he took only a few hits before being brought to his knees.

The characters found Tsuto’s journal and then Ameiko who had been chained up and knocked unconscious by Tsuto. The characters explained what had happened to Ameiko and her father, they also discovered that there was a series of caves that left this basement leading into the abyss.

The journal hinted that there was going to be an attack on Sandpoint with numbers of goblins being around 200. It also depicted a woman who was slowly becoming a demon of some kind. A goblin named Ripnugget is also mentioned. Shelelu told the characters that this goblin is the chief of the Thistletop goblins.

End of Session 1.

Atlantis Pt. 4

The small room used for surveillance of new residents was a fairly bare place aside from the three desks and one display screen that showed the holding room for new residents. It currently watched John Grey closely to see if he would regain a sense of who he was.

The three people who shared this small confining space had the patience to lead new recruits through this process despite the fact it killed nearly one third of those who dare come and take their chance to enter the underground city of Atlantis.

Their desks took on their very personalities as they spent most of their lives in here talking with one another about the process of initiation less taxing on the bodies and minds of those who wish to find sanctuary in this lost city.

The first desk was rather large and well used though nothing was out of place on it. Old books lined the front of the desk and a few papers sat in a neat pile on the left side of the desk. There was an ink well and ink pen lying on the right side of the desk with some blank sheets of paper. A name plate rested against the books while old and worn it was easy to make out the word “Judge” followed by a name that had been clumsily written in by someone much more recently “Alice.”

The second desk was the smallest and while it was petite in nature it had the most stuff laid about it. Papers were scattered across it with many marks of ink on the wood itself from where someone had clumsily spilt onto the desk. While there was no name plate many of the papers had been signed by a Dr. Brumbeck.

The third desk held the display screen and had a small hand crank generator attached to the device. There were no papers laid about neither the desk nor anything else besides this device. The owner of this desk simply watched the screen and analyzed what he could see out loud for the other two to record and make decisions upon.

“Has his status changed at all?” Alice’s soft voice could barely be heard as it was full of emotion. After all it was she who decided that he had passed the initial test and therefore must go through this torturous event. She felt the guilt for all the ones who didn’t survive this ordeal and felt further guilt when she saw the scars on the ones who did survive.

Alice was addressing the owner of the third desk, though he rarely spoke she had a feeling that his thoughts were far from pleasant though he never took action and never spoke harshly to either of his coworkers. He was just strange and seemingly unfeeling for anyone other than himself. She waited patiently for his reply knowing that as soon as he started talking she would have to strain to keep up as he spoke, missing just one detail may be fatal for John Grey.

The owner of the third desk’s name was only known to those whom were closest to him most people just knew him by his chosen nickname, The Professor. His thoughts sped onward immediately considering all the emotion in her voice and why she works here despite her obvious efforts for the cause and her amount of work for the resistance. He soon came up with an obvious conclusion that made sense perfectly for why she was still only working in introducing new members and not leading parts of the resistance that actually fight back against the new government. “That’s her problem, she’s too soft and full of hope that one of these recruits will just waltz through the process without even noticing the pain. If she didn’t have such a soft heart she would be a perfect leader for our resistance.” If she had been able to read his mind her knew that she would have denied everything and then done something rash to prove her point but luckily she never asked about what he was thinking during the day to day.

The Professor spoke with a hushed tone knowing that the other two would have to strain to make out everything he said. “He remains in the same condition as usual. Sleeping, eating, considering thoughts of suicide, and a stubborn persistence to trek on and figure out what has happened to him. The shift in his weight to his left side indicates that his right side is suffering more pain then the left yet he tries to hide it despite the fact that he believes no one is watching him. Perhaps he thinks that by ignoring the pain it will just dissipate and he can become healthy. No matter what the case is; he needs to recover a sense of who he used to be before we can let him out and introduce him to life here in Atlantis.” The other two needed him because he saw everything while they could just analyze what he had already noticed and figured out a theory on. He had complete control over every aspect of their work relationship and yet he never took any credit for the work done.

Alice had been able to keep up with that rundown better than most but was still uneasy about the health of their newest tenant. “Would John Grey recover?” she certainly hoped that he would because then all of his work to get here would mean something more than being just another skeleton in her closet.

“Thank you, Professor.” Alice turned to the other member of the trio, “Doctor, do you think it wise to offer John some reason to live instead of containing him in there like some caged beast that has nothing more to live for?”

“You know our reasons for keeping him locked up. I know you sympathize for him and I wish that the process was not nearly this painful for anyone who is just seeking the same freedom that you and everyone in Atlantis shares. If he shows no signs of finding a reason to live himself in the next week, only then will I permit you leave to find a reason for him.” Brumbeck’s voice was that of someone who cared deeply but had an understanding and greater wisdom than most. He was by far the oldest person in the room and even among the oldest to hold a position of some power in the resistance.

Alice sat down and contemplated what she should do in a week when she would be given leave to give John a reason to live. She didn’t know enough about him to understand what would motivate him to live and continue onward and join Atlantis.

First Encounters

I am running a Pathfinder campaign for my friends using the slow leveling progression. They are starting at 1st level  and yesterday fought for their very survival.

There is a Goblin Ranger in the party who acts like a child to help it survive in the world of much bigger creatures. An Aasimar Monk who has trained almost purely in weapons and not the path of peace. Lastly an Undine Barbarian who while generally Undines would be more peaceful this one is filled with rage.

Together they were ship wrecked on an Island where they started salvaging all that they could. While salvaging they encountered several Boilborns which gave them a tough time and nearly killed the Barbarian.

They quickly left the beach area and walked inland towards the bluff that overlooked the area. Along the way they encountered Giant Tortoises and Tooth Fairies. The characters quickly started to hate the tooth fairies as they were difficult to see and nasty in close combat.

At the top of the bluff the characters sent up a flare using the spell daylight as they could make out a village on the coast of the mainland not far from their little island. The village dispatched several canoes to go check out the flare.

After a couple days of sitting and preparing the characters were “rescued” by about 30 catfolk who traded with them. The catfolk took them back to the village and placed them before a council of elders. The council asked the characters to solve a minor problem for them that they were having with a Drake. For the reward of having a map of the entire continent that they were now on.

The characters eagerly accepted this and asked for some other kind of payment up front. They were given a Cure Light Wounds potion each and led to the sight where the Drake was last seen. The goblin was able to track the drake back to its home where it was protected by Kobolds who arent that bright. The kobolds tried defending their master but were easily swept aside by the characters. The last kobold threw down its weapon in fear and waited to watch its master slaughter the characters.

The Drake came out of the cave and began by breathing a blast of shadow which would have done a lot of damage except for the character he targeted made a reflex save to avoid half of the damage and then resisted the rest due to racial abilities.

The Drake stood no chance once the Ranger put and arrow in it and the barbarian swooped in with a mighty blow from its hammer. The drake died quickly, but the kobold now serves a new master. These heroes have made use of the Kobold by having it carry gear and are training it to use weapons/speak common/other stuff.

They made it back to the catfolk village with news of their success and that is where the session ended for the night. Most of the night was making characters hence so short but still a pretty fun time.