Monthly Archives September 2015

Like sands through the hourglass…

Withdrawing from the tower’s vicinity while the ungern patrol is still out seems like a great idea and the group skedaddles overland while avoiding the worst encounters the scrublands have to offer. They journey to Ludensheim, where they pick up a large quantity of cached loot and alert MIles of the golem factory on his northern border, then off to Botkinsburg and then to the port. A sail across the bay and within six months the group has landed in Impiltur. Wares are sold and bought and the Torm church is appraised of the progress of the party in the quest to undo the evil.

After some time, the group re-equips and departs to retrace their steps returning to Ludensheim in some 18 months time from when they departed...

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Deflower the tower of power

Rising early, the invisible party skirts the ungern camp and approaches the rubble piles near the tower base. Drawing upon information gleaned through a flyby, the Malformed one climbs up the side of the tower and drops a line to the res tof the party. Within minutes, the group is on the roof of the second floor and begins investigating.
A lovely entrance gallery ringed with crow statues – statues filled with some kind of smelly tar – is left for later and the group presses on.
They discover a priest of some sort apparently locked in a trance and communicating with a statue of the Horned One. When the group slays him, the statue bellows and this has the unfortunate effect of drawing all guards in the vicinity...

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golem golem golem, keep them golems rolling…OSR!

With a little bit of fire and ice, the group slays hundreds of rats and a quintet of kobold that trail the horde. Tiring of the slaughter and deciding that half-starved kobolds pose little real threat to the Ludensheim region, the group returns to tell Miles of what they have seen and killed.

The group leaves the town by traveling along the remnants of the road by which the Horned One’s troops poured into the area. Despite being old, it is still in good repair and the group makes good time, traveling 4 days northwards without any major encounters. The landscape is barren and the cleric sustains the group with magically produced food and drink. one day, the sharp-eyed ranger spots a metallic glint from the foothills on the other side of the river.

Curiosity piqued, the intrepid and invis...

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