Chronicles of Eorde

Session 2: You'll Never Leave Redkeep Alive

Young Brock Whitethorn, newly arrived in Redkeep, had been requested. His presence was seen as a fortunate boon by one of the acolytes in Dragon’s Rage, a temple of the Maker dedicated to the aspect of the Wrath of Dragons. A local apothecary had come seeking help… a story eerily similar to that told to the other heroes. Seeing an opportunity to begin on his journey of redemption, Brock quickly agreed and set out.

Along his way, Brock came upon a riderless horse, outfitted for a rider on a journey. The dead body of the last rider lay nearby, neck snapped by a low hanging branch. Brock took the horse along with him and continued into the forest. He soon found the grisly scene of the party’s encounter with the Chains…

Meanwhile, the party had camped nearby the slaver encampment (after a “suitable” destruction of said encampment by Rhosashi). During the night, the sounds of some strange creature in the distance kept a truly restful sleep at arm’s length. But, with no incidents by morning, Bahrendor set out to quickly check out the location of the blood thorn. However, she only found a scene of destruction.

The clearing had been ripped apart, the plant and vegetation ruined for any seeking the healing plant. Deciding to return to town to seek out Pashik, the party soon came upon the scene of their ambush. They were quite surprised to find a well-outfitted man with Cipriano’s horse, belongings intact. Though initially hesitant, the group quickly found Brock meant them no harm and was on a similar quest to their own.

The paladin wished to see the scene of destruction at the grove for himself and the party accompanied him. There, while surveying the damage and tracks around the clearing, Bahrendor was suddenly attacked from behind! The party turned to face the assailant… a great black cat, six-legged, with two tentacles sprouting from its back. A displacer beast!

Battle ensued, with Cipriano falling to the beast’s ferocious barrage. Its natural displacement ability protected it from the worst of the retaliation, until finally the concentrated efforts of the remaining party members overcame the creature (with Rhosashi exhibiting new never before seen abilities). Brock used his god granted power to heal Cipriano while the others tended their own wounds. After harvesting what they could from the body, the team decided that pushing onward to get back to Redkeep was an excellent plan.

Upon their return, well after nightfall, Rhosashi headed straight for Pashik’s forge, determined to discover why his old friend had sent them all into an ambush. The party reached the forge quickly and easily gained entry (with help from Cipriano’s unseen servant). The forge had been dowsed for the eve and the building was quiet.

Rhosashi stormed through, yelling for Pashik. The rest fanned out to search the premises. Pashik’s room upstairs looked as if it hadn’t been used in some time. A further inspection turned up a pair of lockboxes, one of which held what was obviously Pashik’s personal savings and mementos… not something he would likely have left if he’d decided to run (as Rhosashi speculated). Downstairs, Cipriano and Brock looked around the forge. Cipriano spotted movement outside and saw someone leaving a cellar. Calling to the others, he watched as the figure turned and tossed a flask at the outside wall, which exploded into bright flames, setting the building aflame!

Bahrendor rushed to the window, leaping through and taking pursuit of the figure… a man of long, dark hair and beard. Pashik! As the dragonborn gave chase, Pashik yelled for the guards, accusing the party of setting the blaze. The others quickly exited as well, Rhosashi from above and the others out the back (after Cipriano unsuccessfully tried to enter the cellar).

Guards were quickly running up from nearby, calling for more as they came. Bahrendor turned down a close-by alleyway in pursuit of the cloaked Pashik, escaping notice as usual. Rhosashi continued in his own pursuit, stopping momentarily to try and unsuccessfully distract the guards. He quickly found himself in the role of prey as the guard sergeant turned to follow him down the alleys, sending his junior to take care of the burning forge before it could potentially spread.

Brock and Cipriano waited by the fire and gave some assistance as the young guard began to organize the converging watch forces in combating the growing fire. Soon, Cipriano, by advantage of his place as Academy Mage and a Vesconi, left the scene, taking Brock with a promise to answer any questions the watch might have in the morning.

Bahrendor’s chase continued, making a choice to take the fleeing Pashik by surprise as he came out into the next street. She moved to assail the cloaked figure that exited the alley where Pashik should come out, making as if she was a mere Blight sufferer seeking alms. however, her catch turned out to be a young woman, obviously distressed and lost. Cursing her fortune, Bahrendor sent the girl on, turning to watch the street for the traitorous smith.

But, she was only rewarded with the familiar form of her brother, fleeing the guard in pursuit. Luckily for Rhosashi, the winding alleyways of the city soon lost his pursuer and the dragonborn fighter decided to head home, knowing his quarry was lost for now.

The rest of the evening was spent in varied ways by the group… Bahrendor put word out to the underground of her need to meet with the peddler Malk Dunwater. Rhosashi drowned his temper with his personal brew. Brock enjoyed the comforts of the Vesconi house. And Cipriano took to his father’s study for research…

Morning brought no relief to Rhosashi, who woke to the sounds of pounding on his door. The watch had found him and sought his arrest. He was being charged with breaking into the forge, setting it on fire… and killing Pashik! Finding no easy escape, Rhoashi prepared to fight his way out. Unfortunately, the guards were ready for him and, as soon as the door was opened, let loose with quarrels laced with sleeping poison. Rhosashi’s hide was pierced and he quickly succumbed, his body recovering from the evening’s hard drinking. His last conscious thought was of vengeance upon the smith…

As the sun rose on Redkeep, Bahrendor sat in her usual spot outside the nearby Arena. Soon, the familiar jingling of Malk’s pack reached her ears. Stopping under the guise of offering a poor Blighted a look at his wares, Malk spoke to Bahrendor of the night’s events. The fire had been contained, but not before the forge had been destroyed. In the cellar, a burned body was found, identified as Pashik! The smith had been bound and left to die. Malk also informed Bahrendor of the impending arrest of Rhosashi, happening at that very moment. His time grown short, he promised (once properly compensated) to look into the matter of the forge fire and the escaped arsonist. As a last bit of advice, he told Bahrendor to ask “her rich friend” about it all and dropped a pair of oddly heavy coppers into her hand. Bidding her goodbye, he continued on his way, hawking his wares to any and all.

Cipriano was awakened by a servant with news of the local watch’s arrival. He went to receive the visitors, presented with Captain and Lieutenant . The meeting was brief, revealing the captain merely wished to gain any information Cipriano had of the events of the night. The culprit had been found and was being taken in as they spoke. Cpt. assured Cipriano that their questions were only a formality and no accusations were being leveled against him. The meeting concluded, the pair bid him a good day, promising to return only if further questions arose.

Brock woke to a breakfast far removed from his experience at the church. Eating heartily, he left the estate to seek out the apothecary who’s request had began his current troubles. Returning the Dragon’s Rage, he found the priest who had presented the request was nowhere to be found. None present had seen him since the previous day. Brock resolved to seek out the apothecary on his own and ventured to the nearest alchemist’s shop, finding an older woman. After helping her open her store, he inquired as to the identity of the sought after apothecary. The woman informed Brock that there were many such apothecaries in Redkeep. Finding just one on such limited information would be quite difficult. But, because of his assistance, she promised she would keep an ear out and inform him of anything she could find.

Bidding her a good day, Brock next headed to see Rhosashi, only to find a lone guard at the broken door to the fighter’s apartment. The guard informed Brock (who asked after Rhoashi under the guise of a fan of the Arena champion) of the dragonborn’s situation and bid him find a new pugilist to root for. Brock quickly left, unsure as to his next move…

Session 1: With A Little Help From My Friends

Cipriano had returned to Redkeep in order to witness his brother Luca’s confirmation as the new head of the Vesconi House. Arriving a few days early, he first went to see his parents, who were overjoyed at his return. Luca, however, was uncharacteristically absent, the hostility between the two growing in recent times.

Finding himself with little to do, Cipriano decided to take in the festivities at the nearest Arena after learning the popular Rhosashi would be fighting in a bout. Along the way, he was joined by Bahrendor in her typical daytime garb of a Tarken’s Blight victim. The pair found themselves with a small private area around them, as the combination of a plague sufferer and an Academy Mage do not draw a crowd easily.

Rhosashi, finishing his pre-fight tenderization ritual, spoke briefly with Yarrick, learning that Pashik Nals wished to speak to him as soon as he was able. Agreeing, Rhosashi entered the ring. Though suffering a shaky start, Rhosashi easily finished off his opponent, leaving the young hopeful face down in the dust with the promise of a severe headache in his future.

After the fights, Bahrendor had a close call with a merchant as she plied her trade, but escaped quickly. Finding the young dragonborn outside, Cipriano discussed engaging her services as a guard for a trip to the Ashik College, which he’d been asked to visit by Master Diviner Renat Derdrau. The two bartered along the way to Rhosashi’s home (as Bahrendor had offered her brother’s assistance in the proposed expedition).

Meanwhile, Rhosashi visited Pashik at his forge. After the usual banter was exchanged, Pashik got to the heart of the matter… his sister-in-law, a local alchemist, had been having trouble procuring a certain ingredient for her healing potions of late. Her usual gatherers had gone missing and she had requested Pashik find someone who could discover what had happened and harvest some of the precious Fig’s Bloodthorn (the locations of which are a closely guarded secret among alchemists). She knew Pashik had contact with capable beings and offered her wares as payment. Though he dithered a bit, Rhosashi finally agreed to look into it and headed home.

On entering the fighter’s home, Cipriano and Bahrendor encountered a drunken Rhosashi, woozily bemoaning his failed marriage and other perceived wrongs of his past. Managing to bring the woozy dragonborn to a semblance of sobriety, the three discussed their respective upcoming ventures and decided to tackle the alchemist’s problem before venturing into the catacombs on the path to the College.

Procuring horses from his father’s stables, Cipriano met with the others in the morning. They set out on their journey with haste, each eager to complete the task for their own reasons. Unfortunately, the “cakewalk” they expected was not to be.

Nearing the site of the Bloodthorn’s “grove,” they were ambushed by a group of bandits, their leader standing in the open with a loaded heavy crossbow. Rhosashi stepped forward, attempting to intimidate the man into backing off. Sadly, this worked all too well, as the daunted thug gave a signal to his hidden compatriots to attack!

Bahrendor, who had hidden herself after the initial contact, quickly began picking off the bandits one by one from her position. Cipriano took a moment to enhance his defense with mage armor, before being confronted by a bizarre creature let loose by one of the bandits… an abominable conglomeration of bird, lizard and bat. The creature attacked the wizard, causing a significant wound. Rhosashi unleashed his breath weapon upon one of the bandits and charged the leader, hoping to take them by surprise in his haste.

As the fight raged on, Cipriano fell, though not before wounding the creature. Rhosashi, too, succumbed to the assault from the leader. Bahrendor found herself alone against their foe. As the group near Rhosashi moved in on him, she spotted a set of familiar manacles in their hands… these were no mere bandits. They were Chains! A hot anger grew within her and she pressed her assault, downing another slaver and the creature before moving towards her fallen brother.

However, the Chain leader made a mistake. He gave Rhosashi a healing potion after the fighter was shackled, not wanting to lose such a valuable prize. This proved to be his downfall, as the renewed Rhosashi broke his restraints and the siblings mercilessly slaughtered their foes. One of the gang, seeing the inevitable conclusion of the combat, grabbed Cipriano’s horse and fled, barely missing low hanging branches as he spurred the horse onward.

After searching the remaining bodies and reviving Cipriano, the dragonborn pair proceeded to make an example of the slavers, desecrating their bodies and leaving them as a message to any of their compatriots… they would be coming for them. Cipriano managed to follow a trail back to their encampment and discovered several interesting items, including a locked chest and a list of recent acquisitions. The descriptions matched those of the missing harvesters, solving at least one mystery. But, other questions arose… how did the Chains know where to set up their ambush? Had the group been betrayed by Pashik or someone else? Did the grove even exist?

As they took a rest in the encampment, the party debated their next move…


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