Sins Of The Past


This domed chamber is nearly two hundred feet across. A large pool of bubbling prismatic liquid occupies the center of a raised dais in the middle of the chamber. The spiky flanges of the seven- pointed Sihedron are engraved into the marble floor. Each tip of the enormous rune points at a twenty-five-foot-tall statue facing the pool with its back approximately ten feet from a partially concealed arched opening in the wall directly behind it. Each statue depicts a different figure, but all are imperious and finely detailed.

Statue 1: A towering man with gems set in his forehead and hands, dressed in robes and wielding a burning glaive.
Statue 2: A short smiling man with a hooked nose and beady eyes, wearing robes and wielding a spear.
Statue 3: A heavyset woman with a sneering visage and an imperious stance, dressed in a flowing dress and wielding a halberd.
Statue 4: A voluptuous woman with a seductive look, large eyes, and long flowing hair; this statue is nude and wields a double-headed guisarme.
Statue 5: A strikingly handsome man adorned with a close-cropped beard and a charming expression; his form is dressed in extravagant clothes and wields a lucerne hammer.
Statue 6: A gothic beauty with wild hair and a somewhat insane expression, this woman wears a long flowing dress and wields a thorny ranseur.
Statue 7: An obese man, his flesh rotten in places so that the bones show through, wearing a ragged robe and wielding a scythe.


The Clockwork Librarian

clockwork.JPGNumerous glowing crystal lanterns hang on fine chains from the domed ceiling sixty feet above, filling this circular room with bright light. The walls of the room are carved with more runes and sigils, while overstuffed wood-and-leather chairs and polished oak tables surround a thirty-footwide shaft in the floor. This central shaft contains the library’s holdings. The walls of the shaft, 30 feet wide and 50 feet deep, contain shelf after shelf of books, scrolls, tablets, and other means of storing information. All look to be in excellent condition.

The clockwork librarian clatters and smokes to life when it notices you entering the room and hobbles over to greet you in an ungainly lurch (one of its three legs doesn’t quite work right any more). It addresses you in a language unknown to any of you.

Tau magic spell allow’s him to understand the language. “Which volume of lore would you like me to retrieve for you? There are currently 24,491 volumes, scrolls, pamphlets, and unbound manuscripts available. Please indicate your wish by author, title, subject, or date of acquisition by the Therassic Monastery.” The librarian waits patiently for your request.

Squeezing Blood From A Stone

The injured giant squints, frowns, and then chuckles to itself. “Defeated by nosy little humans,” it says. “Never thought this would happen to the Plateau People. Well, I can tell you this: My lord is mighty Mokmurian, one of the dark giants of old come again. His magic, the things he has made… He has convinced the tribes that they will rule all the lowlands again, down to the sea. He has mastered the ancient arts.

“He will certainly kill you all, run rough over your tiny homes with the army he has called. The fortunate few will become his slaves. You beat us today, but you won’t beat us when there are a hundred or a thousand of the Plateau People marching together. Lord Mokmurian will make it happen. He’s almost as smooth a talker as you are, little one.” He scratches his nose. “Teraktinus—he was the leader of our scouting party. He convinced us that you’d be easy pickings and we’d all get rich. He obviously underestimated you, and he paid for his mistake. I’ve no interest in paying for that mistake as well—grant me safe passage out of your lands, and I’ll tell you everything you wish to know.”

Speaking of songs…

After a couple hours of hard work, the fire in Sandpoint Cathedral was finally extinguished. Lor wiped his brow, leaving a sweaty soot stain. Then he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Lor!” Ameiko strode toward him, grinning, and gave him a quick hug. A group of townsfolk carrying buckets were following behind her. “It looks like we’re too late,” Ameiko said, raising her voice to the crowd. “The last fire in Sandpoint is out!” There were some cheers from the townsfolk and they began to drift away.

Ameiko turned back to Lor. “I see you’ve been busy since you left. The armour suits you. And that bow is new, isn’t it?” She appraised Lor’s longbow with an adventurer’s eye. “Very nice. What’s it got?”

“Frost enchantment,” Lor replied. “Remind me to tell you how I got it. It’s a pretty good story.”

“Make it exciting enough and maybe I’ll write a song about it,” said Ameiko. “Oh, speaking of songs, was that your new battle cry that I heard?”

Lor looked embarrassed. “Uh, no, not really.”

“That was Koro Kry!” Koro’s voice piped up from knee level. “Minions will sing that for every battle from now on.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Doom said as he sauntered up. “Enough chatting. Let’s go see if there’s any ale left in town.”

“How did the Rusty Dragon fare?” Lor asked Ameiko.

“Still standing,” Ameiko replied. “We managed to scare the giants away, or at least convince them that there were easier pickings across the street.”

“Good,” said Koro. “Koro need stew.” He started walking towards the inn, limping slightly. The others followed, with Arch-Mage Tau lagging behind.

“Hmm,” Arch-Mage Tau mused to himself, “the secret of beer could be just what I need for my studies.”

I’m very sorry

“Walk this way, folks,” Arch-Mage Tau said as he guided the townsfolk from the church toward dry ground. “That’s right, straight over the water. It’s perfectly safe.” He did a little shuffle dance on the surface of the water.

Lor swam towards the church, still in crocodile form. When the townsfolk saw him, some of them screamed and ran back into the church.

Arch-Mage Tau shouted, “Begone, foul creature!” and fired a bolt of light towards Lor, who turned and swam away. “You see? I can protect you.” Arch-Mage Tau resumed coaxing people out of the church and across the water.

By the time everyone had been safely herded to higher ground on the edge of town, Lor had returned to elf form. He could be seen walking over the water from the far side of town, carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms.

A couple stood near the edge of the floodwater waiting for Lor. The woman began to sob and the man put his arm around her shoulders.

“He was yours?” asked Lor. The woman nodded and Lor placed the bundle in her arms. The man reached out to pull back the blanket from the child’s face, but Lor put a hand on his arm and shook his head. “I’m very sorry,” he said, then turned awkwardly away.

The mood was sombre as Lor returned to his companions. Even Koro’s voice was subdued as he asked, “You take nose?”

Paradise Found

Lucrecia.jpgThis simple room might have once been a jailer’s den, or perhaps even a torture chamber, but someone has gone through great pains to repurpose it. The air now smells of sweet exotic incense, and veils of multicolored silk drape from floor to ceiling throughout. Between the rustlings of the veils, glimpses of giant cushions are revealed. The floor is strewn with luxuriant red throw rugs and sheets.

An aristocratic-looking human woman with fire-red hair and alabaster skin. Her face is pure elegance— high cheekbones, demure but lust-stirring green eyes, and perfectly shaped eyebrows to accent them. On seeing you, she greets you with open arms and a smile “I am Lucrecia. Lord Mokmurian would love to meet you!”

Out of the corner of your vision you can see Kaven react to her. She turns to him and sweetly compliments him on a job well done

“These oafish Kreegs would have had quite a lot of trouble taking Rannick without the lovely details you provided us. Well done, my love!”

Then Lucrecia turns her gaze to Lor for a moment. He looks startled, then shakes his head and says, “Forget it.” Then he turns to Tau and says firmly, “And you, don’t even think about it.”

Koro ignores the interplay between Lor and Arch-Mage Tau, baring sharp teeth at the human and snarling, “Why Koro want to become monster-dog to serve Lamashtu-the-false goddess of worms? King Koro and minions will rule the goblin tribes by without ugly longshanks help!”

Quite something, isn’t she?

As soon as the last foe was felled, Shalelu ran to one of the manacled prisoners. “Father!” she called out, “Are you all right?”

“Shae, lass, you’re a sight for sore eyes. And Lor! What are you doing here?”

Lor recognized his old friend Jakardros and hurried over to him. “I’m.. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. Are you in pain? I’m sorry, I can’t do much about that right now. And I don’t think I can get you out of these, uh…”

“I’ll get that,” said Doom, and he started to work on removing the manacles binding Jakardros’ hands and feet. “Yes, it’s very fortunate that Lor and Shalelu led us here. They make quite a pair, those two.” This earned Doom a pair of looks from Lor and Shalelu, one quizzical and the other full of daggers.

“And Koro!” Koro called from where he was carving up one of the ogre corpses. “Minions help, but Koro kill most ogres.”

“Uh, yes,” said Shalelu, looking askance at him, “the little fella was certainly… enthusiastic.”

“Well, I’m grateful to all of you,” said Jakardros. “And Lor, I’m glad that you’ve met my daughter. She’s quite something, isn’t she?”

“Yes, uh…” Lor seemed unsure how to respond.

“And Lor, he’s quite the singer. Has he sung you any of his songs?” continued Jakardros.

“No, he hasn’t,” said Shalelu.

“Well, no, I’m not really…” Lor said uncomfortably.

“Oh, yes,” said Jakardros, “Always good for a campfire song, Lor is.”

“Enough talk!” shouted Koro. “Time to gather loot, then make supper.”

“I’ll get that,” said Lor with relief, and he hurriedly went to loot the corpses.

Chez Lou

“Well done.” Shalelu pats Koro on the head and hands him some smoked bird meat, “Who is a perceptive little goblin?”

“King Koro.”, Koro spits a little bit of the food as he tries to eat and talk at the same time, “Koro see many things. Tattoo lady and Doom with his hands on other lady’s…”

“That’s enough. I don’t need to hear more Koro, but it doesn’t surprise me.”

“Well let me just say, we were all trying to find the tattooed townsfolk and my talents just lie a little more on the physical side if you know what I mean.”, Doom responds.

“I’m sure everyone knows what you are implying.”

“I won’t say I didn’t find what I was looking for but I didn’t find any tattoos. Arch-Mage Tau says he didn’t either.”

“Who’s Arch-Mage Tau?”

“You know the haughty grand elf with the ego? Tin can head?”

“Oh, is he with your group?”

“He does have a tendency to follow us around if that’s what you mean… by the way, if you are interested, my room is the one…”

“I know exactly where your room is.” Shalelu states in an annoyed voice.

“Of course you do.”, Doom says with a wink.

“That’s not what I meant.”, Shalelu blurts out, starting to get flustered.

“Of course not.”

Shalelu turns her back on Doom and gives Koro another piece of the smoked meat as Doom reaches out a hand to squeeze her buttocks before ducking around the corner and heading up the stairs.

“Get your hands off me, you oversexed scoundrel!”, Shalelu screams spinning around and bumping into Lor who just came down the stairs.

“I… umm, I’m sorry. It is just you turned around so quickly and I was trying to get around Doom as he ran up the stairs.”, Lor responds.

“Sorry, I was yelling at Doom. He had his hand…”, Shalelu starts to blush even deeper, “Let’s just say, he got on my nerves.”

“He does have that habit.”

Doom sneaks up behind Shalelu as she plucks the feathers out of her latest catch.

“Don’t even think about it you depraved ruffian.”

Doom withdraws his hand and approaches. Shalelu gazes off and sighs. Doom follows where her eyes are looking.

Shalelu looks from Doom to Lor in the distance and blushes, “Is he….”

“Sleeping with Blaidd? Probably, but who’d blame him?”

“I meant, is he single?”

“To be honest, I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve never seen him with a woman. He used to talk to Ameiko but there was nothing going on there.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you.”

Doom wanders away muttering, “I always thought he was with Blaidd.”

Shrinking Problems

“Arch-Mage Tau, we have a small problem. Before we leave, we should take a tiny break to talk this out.”

“Huh? What? Why did everyone stop?”, Arch-Mage Tau states as he obliviously looks up from his enlarged staff.

“Sunny shell minion is fine”, Koro argues, “Let’s go”.

“You know I think the origin of minion comes from the words mini one.”, Lor snickers.

“Arch-Mage Tau, you really have some big shoes to fill”, Doom starts as Lor starts laughing while holding himself up against the wall, “Although it would be funny, it probably isn’t worth the risk in diminishing your ego along with everything else…”

“So to make a long story short, I think you made a teeny-weeny error in judgement, or rather a minuscule mistake, you could also say you are in a tiny bit of trouble…”

“Oh, for the all the fury in the nine hells Doom, will you just cut your speech short and tell me what the problem is?”

“… cut your speech *short*…”, Lor falls to the ground laughing.

“Ok, fine. Let me just say this then, most likely that mask is turning you into a goblin. You are significantly shorter than you were 15 minutes ago. At this rate, Lor and I will be literally looking down on you by tomorrow morning…”


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