Friday, November 13, 2015

Story Seed - Bound Souls

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"Dwagon!" the child cried out, pointing into the distance with a pudgy hand.

"Yes, dear, it's a dragon. That's the great white dragon Denrakhin, and he protects all of this land." The boy's mother bounced him on her hip as the dragon's cry rushed over the grasses and blew their hair about.

"Wanna see dwagon!" the boy said happily. No fear evident in his voice. His hand opened and closed, grasping for the far off creature.

"I know honey, but he's very far away, and ..." his mother's voice trailed off mid-sentence. Denrakhin had turned its great head and was looking in their direction. The creature was miles off, and there seemed no way he could have heard them.

"Come here dwagon!" the boy cried out, delighted. Denrakhin bowed its head and then took to the skies and began to close the distance between them. "Hi dwagon!" the boy happily piped as the gargantuan beast landed before them, dwarfing the pair utterly.

The woman looked up at the creature, truly learning its scale for the first time in her life. Denrakhin's head was easily dwarfed their home, and even managed to make some of the nearby farms look small. It was massive on a scale that made the woman understand how a mouse must feel compared to a person. Though she knew that Denrakhin was a protector of their land the woman felt the creeping of fear.

Denrakhin lowered his great head almost to the ground, canted at an angle, peering at the pair with a great eye as wide as the boy was tall. "Hi, dwagon!" the boy cried again happily and struggled to reach out and touch the creature.

"Be not afraid lady, no harm will come to your boy," the dragon said. "I have been waiting for one such as he to be born for many years."

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Year of the Demon Lord - Death Comes to Blackstone Ford (Part 1)

Following up on their arrival in Blackstone Ford, the PCs were blessed with a month of quiet downtime to train, and try and fit into the community...


Our Cast:


I decided to run a quick(ish) montage to fill the gap between sessions. I wanted to give the PCs a month of downtime because I didn't want the game to feel like leveling happened without any kind of passage of time. To do that I asked each player in turn what they had been doing during the downtime and then tried to engage another player for some way that that downtime was more difficult or interesting. The result was a touch rough (I kinda sprung this on the players), but I think it worked well and will keep using it between stories.
  • Ruedan spent his time working with the Mother and Sister at the Temple of the New God, and sneaking out to preach to the bandits in the forest, trying to convert them...
    • ... unfortunately he's not making much headway and has even had his pocket picked a few times!
  • Runt took odd jobs and also became one of the town's cadre of rotating guards (and easily the most capable) ...
    • ... but found that either his horrific appearance, or his being an orc caused him to gain the animosity of the general store's owner after he drove off some customers.
  • Sage fell back to her bardic background and spent time entertaining the townsfolk in the inn with song and story...
    • ... she's also taken Fox under her wing, and taken to wearing a gift from him.
  • Fox spent his time with Sage, helping her out as best as he was able ...
    • ... while also doing everything in his power to avoid the town's tinker, a gnome named Kazevim.
  • Holgar has been preaching to the unconverted townsfolk, trying to convert them to the New God...
    • ... but he is finding continued opposition from a shaman of the old gods named Ferva Broadbeam. The two are developing a bit of a rivalry.


After a month in Blackstone Ford things had settled down for the group. Aside from the still missing Buckets, Blackstone Ford was an almost idyllic break. Routines had been settled into and things were comfortable for all.

Runt was working guard duty atop the small watchtower. His vigilance was commendable, and he didn't shirk his duty or nod off when tired. As a result when two figures stumbled out of the woods and came running for the tower he saw them instantly. The two men were heaving for breath and clearly scared. Runt was familiar with one of the men named Grek, a woodsman who had gone out earlier in the day to hunt. Grek's partner explained that the pair had been tracking a deer when they found a great pile of bodies.

Runt advised them to go to the inn and find Honon and the rest of the village council. Meanwhile he decided to ring the warning bell. At the inn Sage and Fox were entertaining some of the children when they heard the bell. Sage sent the kids off to find their parents and then decided to investigate the bell. As she and Fox headed for the watchtower they passed the winded hunters and Fox nicked a rabbit snare from one of the men. At the temple Ruedan and Holgar were deep in prayer when the bell went to ringing. They pair checked with Mother Hepp who assured them that she and Sister Vinda could take care of the temple.

Finding only Runt at the watchtower, the group united as the orc informed them of the goings on. Shortly they were joined by a handful of other village men in various stages of readiness. Runt took charge and ordered two to stand guard while he and the others returned to town to find out what to do. They reached the town square at the tail end of the hunters' tale. The council wanted somebody to investigate and the group was willing to do so.

Despite the coming darkness they set off immediately and using torches and candles they found their way into the forest using the hunters' directions. Full dark had fallen by the time they found the site. Rather than corpses they had found a great midden heap of bones. Looking more closely they found that the bones had signs that they had been gnawed and chewed on.

Fox was about to start looking for tracks when they heard a grinding noise. Before they could act a huge bone fiend erupted from the pile. A fusion of multiple bodies worth of bones the creature struck out at the group. Five on one odds did not favor the unholy creature and with group tactics and bolster by Holgar's blessing the group destroyed the creature. Upon its death its exploded, showering the group in fragments of bone before released the tormented spirits of the dead. Ruedan felt that by releasing the souls of the departed, including some of those who had died in the caravan attack, that they had vanquished a great evil.

Sage discreetly cast sense magic to see if there was anything else of magic in the bone pile and was surprised to learn that Fox had a magic item in his possession. Fox meanwhile returned to attempting to locate some tracks. Instead his gears wound down, not once, but twice. Sage wound the clockwork, but first confirmed the location of the magic item, a crystal tucked into one of many small pouches.

Runt finally managed to locate the tracks that Fox had exhausted himself searching for. The tracks belonged to some kind of human-like creature, but nothing that the group could identify. Because it was now fully dark and the group was wounded they decided to head back to the village and rest up until morning when they could track the creature more easily, and hopefully have the daylight on their side against whatever it was.


Notes to self:

Session three and the start of a new adventure. I've thought about it quite a bit and given that our sessions are generally only 2.5-3 hours long due to time constraints it is difficult to tell a properly good story in a single sitting. Instead I've decided to split adventures over two sessions. This means that each story can have more meat, but it also means things will take longer. Once 2016 arrives we're going to discuss maybe moving to a bi-weekly schedule if we can swing the timing.

This session I tried something new, both to me and to the players. Since I had declared a month of in-game downtime I asked each player to give me a quick rundown of their activities and then I called on a random other PC to throw a monkey wrench into that story. I think this worked well, and I hope the players think so too. It certainly helps make these people feel like more than just a group of "murder hobos" ...

Looking at my "lessons learned" from last time let's see how I did...
  • Keep leaning on the horror aspect in even mundane combat for novice PCs 
    • so far so good I hope...
  • Keep combat as snappy as possible. Use RP to allow for enemy morale and such to impact play.
    • This is still a work in progress. I used a single powerful enemy, but I think I needed to break it down some. In general I find that combat is where things slow down the most and I need to find a good balance of satisfying combat that is also quick and fun.
  • Keep the adventure moving, leverage the players to cross check rules.
    • this was good, didn't have much in the way of trouble here...
  • Know your players and your adventure and plan only the most needed of scenes, other scenes will come from your players natural role-play.
    • I basically had two scenes in my head before we started, with a "I think this is what  plot point 3" will be. Going to a planned split adventure setup has helped.
  • Fortune - I really need to get better with this. I'm not afraid of using it, and I usually realize after the fact that I missed a chance to hand some out. I think I just haven't gotten used to the reactive reward system, being more used to a proactive system of rewarding the players when I add a complication to the game. I think with more fortune too one can ramp up the difficulty some without making things scale out of the player's capability. I may alter the stock Fortune system into something more like the GM Intrusions/FATE Compels that allow me to add awards at cost to the players.

Memorable Quotes (as recorded by the players)

"Corpses... We were hunting... Shot a deer and came upon a pile of rotting corpses," said Grek, a local hunter.
"Did you see a goblin?" Runt inquired.
 - I guess the PCs were missing Buckets as much as the players were missing +James August Walls 

"What happened, did you trip and knock the bell over?" Reudan asking Runt why he rung the alarm bell when there is no obvious sign of trouble at the edge of the village

"Dammit, Sage, quit leaving bones everywhere!" - Runt after tripping horribly during an attack on the bone fiend.

"Wouldn't it be better to find new bodies for these spirits?" Fox asked
"Blasphemy!" Reudan shouted back
 - apparently the zealous Ruedan has a zero tolerance policy on waylaying souls ... I suspect this may not end well

"We should be rewarded," Fox to the town guards after Ruedan informs them that the group rid the land of great evil.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Story Seed - Disappointment

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Beth felt it start, but couldn't do anything to stop it. The ladder slid and she went with it, riding it down before throwing herself away from it. She landed hard and slid a few feet on the rough weathered surface before she came to a stop. The echoes of the accident faded away, and were replaced by a heavy silence that gave way only for the steady far-off drip of water somewhere in the dark depths below.

Beth lay sprawled out, hugging the surface of some old floor or wall that now lay fallen, propped up at a steep angle. She hurt, but not so great that she feared anything was broken. Finally, and slowly, she rolled to her side, and then to her back.

Above, the sky was visible, like some kind of portal to another world, through the ragged hole Beth had descended through. Light poured down through the hole and showed that this ancient place was one of steel and synthetic stone. Everything here was blunted by water wear, and covered by creeping vegetation. Her ladder was the only thing visible that was free of the tangled vines and creeping lichens.

Beth sat up with a groan and fumbled into her pack for the drone she carried. The small sphere lit up at her touch, and when cast out it took to the air and began to pass a lighted scanning beam around the area. Beth watched as the data began to come up on the control unit. No power, no animal life, no indication of edibles. This ruin was unlikely to yield anything of value. She sighed heavily and looked at the fallen ladder and then to the ragged portal and the sky beyond.

As if in sympathy her stomach gave an irritable growl.