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Old Jul 6th, 2021, 07:37 PM
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Master of the Fallen Fortress

Module 1
THE MASTER OF THE FALLEN FORTRESS





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Amarga as Henry, Brian as Argonar, GeneT as Anja, Noquarter19 as Gilda, and Sorcerious as Dorin
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An Introduction from PaizoAn unnamed siege castle has stood in the Cairnlands for hundreds if not thousands of years, magically sealed after the death of its forgotten master. But recently, a minor earthquake rocked the land, accomplishing in moments what dozens of scholars, sages, and adventurers could not achieve in years - the quake caused part of the siege castle to collapse, opening its interior for the first time in centuries. The locals now call this tower the Fallen Fortress.

What better way to start a life of excitement and adventure than by exploring its long-abandoned, dusty halls and perhaps claiming its ancient treasures?


A Party of FiveProdded by the caretaker of the inscrutable, fantastical house in which they were raised together, the Foundlings of the House of Ejlvajn have come to Absalom to challenge the Fallen Fortress and retrieve from its depths a fragment of a mysterious artifact. They are Anja, the shape-shifting, half-wild, half-elf woman; Dorin, the arcane craftsman, a dwarven man desperately seeking to connect with his heritage; the well-meaning and well-muscled challenge seeker Argonar, a human man with a heart as great as his stature; the dwarven woman Gilda, whose faith in Abadar may just see her through the greatest tumult in her already unusual life; and Henry, another human man with a penchant for the best kind of trouble. After meeting with one of their former mentors in the guise of a humble beggar, the adopted siblings approach the Great East Gate of Absalom to head off into the Cairnlands on their first grand adventure.


The Great East GateThe Great East Gate was no misnomer. Even from the vantage of Guard Square the thing was an overawing construct, taller than some greater giants. As the group made their way towards it it only grew more and more imposing. Little wonder that Absalom's great walls had so often withstood the sieges of both time and foe alike.

The heavy, iron-studded doors stood wide in the massive granite portal and early morning light bathed the surprisingly humble courtyard. The traffic was thinner here; this particular stretch of the Cairnlands beyond drew adventurers, not trade routes. Today the area seemed light on adventurers and residents alike, with only a few disparate souls lounging around, bags at their feet as they chatted amiable or tended to their own obscure needs. A low general mummer surrounded the gate, punctuated by the occasional calls of the relaxed-looking guards.
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Along the right-hand of the main thoroughfare a long line of narrow stalls had been exactingly constructed to match the district's aesthetic. Generally this was the place to go to find transportation services in this part of the city, but today it seemed most of those services had been contracted before the Foundlings' arrival. At the very end of the series of stalls, however, one desultory pair of donkeys watched the thin crowd boredly, a young girl napping beneath their over-hanging muzzles with her back to the stall door.

Divine AidAs they enter the compact courtyard, Anja finally notices an unexpected weight in one of her discreetly tucked away pouches. Digging the small leather sachet out, she uncharacteristically fumbles the draws and dumps its content in the street. With the clear ring of metal on stone, a small object bounces once across the cobbles. Upon further inspection, the small bauble appears to be a simply designed iron key, shaped wrong for any type of door the group is familiar with, painted in a thin layer of gold leaf. Tucked around the key is a note, written in Daniel Nightcaller's surprisingly precise hand.

For Gilda, from Basil.




DirectionFor the record, at least one of those perception checks from earlier was to notice Nightcaller's own Sleight of Hand. Now that you're at the gate, the adventure is yours. The most obvious options available to you are to wake the sleeping child and see if she can get you to the tower or head out on your own recognizance. You could also ask around a bit for more info about the Cairnlands, if you want, but the adventure is fairly straight forward at this point. There isn't anything else pressingly relevant to be discovered in the city itself.
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Old Jul 13th, 2021, 08:18 PM
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Argonar, at the East Gate
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Argonar listened to his friends while watching the gate grow and grow as they approached it. Looking up in awe as they passed under it, he exclaimed, "By the Washboard Abs! They knew how to build things back then, eh Dorin?"

The heat had been growing all morning, and the familiar heat of wearing armor was settling in. He looked at Anja and Henry, who had spent the night cavorting, and hoped they were hydrated enough for today. Of course that had never slowed them down before, so he was sure they'd be fine.

Picking back up on the thread of the conversation, he said "Well you know I'm always up for a hike, or even better a run. There are supposed to be a lot of siege tower ruins out here, like a lot. I know I can't tell one from the other, though maybe Dorin or Gilda could. Be embarrassing to spend the day searching the wrong one. I mean can you imagine Nightcaller? He'd be insufferable."

looking over the mostly empty row of cabs, he pulled up short when he saw the last cab with the donkeys and child dozing in the heat. "Oh come on, look at that waif. We have to take the cab, she looks half-starved and I doubt she has a magic kitchen that fixes her breakfast every morning." he says, heading for the lone occupied stall, waving for the others to come as well. He calls out, "Hello the cab! We are travellers in need of transport. Are your services for hire?"

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Anja chases the bouncing key and catches it before it tumbles flat. She unwraps the note from the key's body and reads it. She inspects the key and its patina of gold wondering why anyone would paint an iron key gold in the first place. But most people were far more ostentatious than the small shifter which is why she'd probably smell horrible for days.

Catching Gilda, she gives her the key.

"Not certain why, but Nightcaller secreted this key with me. It's seemingly from Basil for you. But the note is written in the Caller's hands. Here."

Looking up at the great gate, Anja stops, admiring the stonework and figuring a good route to climb to the top of the crenulated watch. There were probably three, two of which were fair and one that was an impossible challenge. Unfortunately, there was no time for such fun and she shrugged, looking around until spying the donkeys. The thing about walking was that the only animals around were her brothers. And although they could be fun, she was drawn to animals in many ways. Forms really. How they ran, how they swim, how they could fly. She could do some of that already, but eventually, she wanted to fly, to take to the air and soar, to thread the shadows of the clouds on a tempest breeze. Walking easily, she fishes an apple out of her pocket and breaks it in half approaching the donkeys with a smile. She offers half to each one with a flat hand, murmuring the whole time.

"What's your names," she says softly, looking to see if they were Jacks or Jennets.


 

 
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"By the washboard abs indeed! " Dorin exclaimed but he was not really paying attention as he looked way up at the top of the gate. What foe could have possibly necessitated walls like this? He scanned his memory and didn't recall anything that he felt needed walls this size. Still it must have worked as the city had not fallen in all its long years of existence.

He realized Argonar and the others had taken off while he was staring mouth agape at the battlements and after running for a second he caught up. Noticing there were only two mounts Dorin silently kicked himself for choosing not to memories the mount spell this morning. The late night before was obviously impacting his reasoning. He silently stopped a few paces behind Argonar and wondered why Anja was so interesting in something underneath the animals.

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Henry gaped up at the massive gate as they approached it, he couldn't even guess how much work something like that must've took. The young rogue just about bumped into Angonar's back as he lost track of where he was walking.

Shaken back to the matter at hand, Henry eyed the cab's donkeys and supposed driver with uncertainty, but grinned nonetheless. "Yeah we'd better grab a cab, as a guide if nothing else." He looked to where Anja was investigating the donkeys. "Unless Anja wants to do her best donkey imitation and pull the cab herself."
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A sweaty dwarven girl with mousy blonde hair hurries up to meet the others at the cart. She had been frantically writing down on a piece of parchment the few notes that Nightcaller had given them, using her shield as a writing surface. At some point she’d looked up from her inkwell to see that Nightcaller had dashed away, and the others were making their way out of the gate. Gilda growled in frustration and blew quickly on the parchment, urging the fresh ink to dry so it would not smudge and render her notes unreadable and useless. What happened to chivalry? And patience? If this amulet shard was so important, why would Nightcaller just disappear? The answer, she concluded, was that it wasn’t. The shard’s importance was obviously symbolic, a sign that they could be trusted to serve the house.

She rushed up just in time to hear Anja and Henry talking about saving the coin for the cabby and walking instead. ”Are… *pant* you… *pant pant* SERIOUS?...” She bent down to put her hands on her knees and vowed for the second time that morning that she needed to cut back on her breakfast intake. She gulped in air after having sprinted after her friends, then looked at the two would-be walkers. ”I’m sure if Nightcaller wanted us to walk, he wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of summoning a driver for us.” She wasn’t angry, only incredulous. ”I mean, shouldn’t we save our strength for whatever this challenge is going to be? Oh my gods I need some water.” She plopped down on her bottom and fished out her waterskin, drinking greedily of the cool liquid. The sun was bright, and the day felt sticky even this early in the morning. She wondered if it were too late to re-summon the house and have it make a pool for her to soak in for an hour or so. Those siege towers have been there for hundreds of years or so, surely they’d wait another day? Yet in the back of her mind she felt a quiet admonishment, a reminder from her deity that she had a duty to serve those around her to the best of her ability. And so she zipped her lip and said nothing further in the way of a complaint about their duty.

It was then that Gilda realized Anja was trying to get her attention. ”What? Oh, sorry Anj, I was just re-hydrating before our trip. What? A key? And a note? From Basil? She was on her feet in a flash, her hand held out to accept the key and note. She turned her back on the others to read the note, still unaware of the sleeping figure that Argonar was trying to awake. Her spirit felt emboldened, and the fact that her mentor Basil had written her a note – just her – gave her the feeling like she could walk ten miles.

She took a few steps away for a little space from Henry and any other prying eyes, and began to read the handwritten note wrapped around the little key…

 
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The tiny slip of paper read, simply, "For Gilda, from Basil." The small item, about the length of an average human palm, looked like it had been designed to be brandished instead of used to open any physical portals. The large round head bore an embossed relief of a temple or seat of civil law, the artistry simple but distinct. Though she'd never seen this particular key before, Gilda quickly recognized it as a hand-crafted conduit to the power of her deity.

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The small-framed child lurched to her feet as Anja closed on her donkeys, her stick-thin limbs waving warningly. "Oi! Wotcher! Looking out you should be doing!" Even as the young half-elf's offered snack neared the animal's muzzle, the beast's broad, flat teeth flashed in a vicious bite. With reflexes born of experience and natural grace, the girl shot her arm up around the darting muzzle and pulled it tight against her bird thin shoulder just in time.

A healthy beast of burden the size of either of the two jacks should have been able to fling such a small obstacle aside with ease, but its affection for the small girl was clear. Immediately the beast ceased attempting to unhand Anja and fell stone-still. The young girl clucked out of the side of her mouth at the beast, causing it to subside back into its stall before she turned her focus on the party. She clucked again in annoyance... Then flashed a too-bright, too-charming smile.

"Wasing the bad idea, turista," her surprisingly coarse and heavily accented voice continued. "Muulo doing the biting a stranger eh?" She waved Anja back to join the rest of the group with her bird-like hands -her presence surprisingly forceful for such a young child- and then folded her arms across her waifish chest. With the Foundlings out of her personal space, her body language relaxed visibly and her broad street patois became almost intelligible. Though she barely cleared four-feet tall and couldn't have more than half the years of their youngest sibling, she stood with the easy confidence of any established business woman. "Wonder if wasing you the coming, eh? Friends of smelly man? Talking him twenty gold and takes you to the tower?"



TreasureHoly symbol, gilded iron (Abadar) x1 (Gilda)
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After the it was clear Anja hadn't been hurt, Argonar threw back his head and laughed. "I like your style!" he said to the young girl. "We are indeed friends of the smelly man, and he already told us the price that was agreed on."

He tilted his head slightly and said, "I'm Argonar, what's your name?"


 

 
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The Cabby"Doing the talking you withing he?" The girl replied, cocking her head to the side and scratching at the dirt on her chin. Up close she didn't seem particularly filthy, nor did her faint stink compete with Nightcaller's earlier eau personal. Though her size and stature might speak to faint malnourishment, she was hardly an ill-kempt urchin. "So coming you with the twenty pence having?"

As Argonar introduced himself, she stuck her hand out bold as you please, puffing out her tiny chest. "Aming the Lady McGee, Mistress of the Donkrell!"



DirectionLooks like Nightcaller may have gotten his information mixed up... Or someone's a bit savvier than their age would indicate.
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Argonar didn't really mind if they gave the girl the whole pouch. He knew money was valuable and that he'd want some eventually... but heretofore the House had provided what he needed, including the contentious twenty gold.

Still, he felt some need to protect the House's assets, though he wasn't sure he needed too, Nightcaller could have easily given them the cost for one way and the girl gave the cost for round trip.

He reached out and shook the girl's hand solemnly. "Well met, Lady McGee! As I said, I'm Argonar. This is Dorin, Gilda, Anja, and Henry." he said making the introductions. He rubbed his chin, "It seems there has been a misunderstanding, we were led to believe the deal was for ten gold. I would like to hire your cart for ten gold for Dorin, Gilda, and Henry. Anja and I will keep up on foot. Does this sound" What's that word Isaralta is always using? "equitable to you?"

 

 
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Anja gives Argonar a wink. He volunteered her often for sh*&. She didn't mind any, except that time she sprint climbed the Olegarth Tower against that panhandler's monkey in the Platz square for a handful of coin. It was terribly high even for her and the day was blustery. Up near the top, the wind was grasping and difficult. When the monkey lost his grip and fell, she had let go and dove after him, catching him by the leg before luckily grabbing an upper-level buttress spike and pulling them into a window ledge. They sat there for a bit, her and the monkey, before climbing down.

"I'll be out at the gate," she said, eating the apples the donkeys missed out on. "I'm sure you're all capable of hagglin wit' the equus girl."

Walk or ride was fine by her. She was sure it would probably be a little of both. It was unlikely the girl drove her donkeys hard and such beasts never ran unless in sight of their stable. Easing away, she walks easily to the gate, keeping her mind and eye about her and not moving far from her siblings.


 

 
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Dorin aimlessly wandered without straying so far away that he couldn't hear the conversation. He looked at the stable tools hung on the wall and checked to see if the other stalls were occupied. The wall ever looming nearby was of particular interest to him, he wondered what kind of mortar stood the test of time and battle so well or if the craftsmen were just particularly good at patching it without leaving any obvious sign of their work.

I don't mind walking he thought when it was brought up that he would be riding while others had to go on foot. He did not mention it though, while he could keep up a walking pace with the best of them, his walking pace was considerably slower then Anja or Argonar's and this didn't sound like a journey to prolong. He knew of magical ways to fix that for a brief time but nothing longer term "Maybe some sort of enchanted boots..." he muttered under his breath to himself.


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Leaning in close to Dorin, having snuck up on him again as she heads to the gate, Anja whispers in his ear as she overhears his mutterings.

"Slippers. Craft me slippers," she says quietly.

Twirling around and walking away backwards she adds laughing, "They can do whatever you want Brother. Surprise me."

 

 
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Henry grinned and eyed up the girl's business, and nodded his head at Angonar's haggling. Moving forwards he pulled out a few coins and showed them to the girl. "And you can tell 'that guy' to stuff it if he tries to take a cut."
The thief grinned at Anja, "Oh you can walk Ange, the excercise would be good for working out whatever legs you choose to wear today."
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Notting of the Walking"Ayyyy, savvy of the being, turista?" A wide, white grin formed of perfectly aligned teeth flashed in the girl's face, utterly unabashed. Dropping the burly brawler's hand, she offered an unapologetic shrug. "Not the blaming of the girl for the trying."

"Giving the ten gold for the riding, yeah. Notting for the walking." After a moment of eyeing the group carefully, she gestured further down the alley. Perhaps thirty feet away, a bulky mass sits tucked neatly into a niche in the wall, covered with a well worn tarp. A sharp eye can catch the metallic glint of a banded carriage wheel.

"Free is the walking but the slowing we won't."
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