Campaign of the Month: February 2016

Rise of the Durnskald

Grand Arbiter
Session 13

“Sir, I’m going to read the contents of this missive out loud to his lordship at his pleasure.”

“Go ahead Gavon.”

“All right Sir, it reads: "Grand Arbiter Dax Orbidal, it has been brought to our attention that there is a small group of Pergisursians inquiring about our “ancient history” in Burcia. See that they are silenced. Don’t involve Admiral Perth or the royal guards as we wouldn’t want to tip our hand."

Dax stood from his chair, a grimace cemented into the features of his already stern and broad face.

“This is troubling. If that scoundrel Linden gets involved there will be complications. Gavon, where are his last known whereabouts?”

“Certainly Sir, if my sources are correct Linden was last seen no longer than three weeks ago hiding in the farmlands to the north of Bestheda Garrison.”

“His airship?”

“Its location is currently unknown Sir, we know that it is in the south somewhere but we haven’t located it as of yet. We currently have four patrols to the north of Mossgate with six Bolt class airships waiting in the swampland for the signal to proceed. Once his ship is spotted we’ll have Linden in chains within the hour.”

“Good to hear it Gavon but increase the Bolt’s to eight and send word to our special agent in Kardak as well, he may be getting visitors. What to do about these foreigners…”

“Sir, if I may make a suggestion?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you Sir. These foreigners are presumably ignorant of our ways and customs and may not realize what exactly they are prying into with their questions. This is unfortunate, as you are well aware our law puts very serious consequences on stirring up this particular bit of our past. It would serve in our best interest to capture them and hold them as our “guests” until we can ascertain what they know and who sent them. Then we send them home, comfortably."

“A valid idea with some merit but I don’t think it will be that easy. It isn’t explicitly stated but if we aren’t to involve the royal guards or Admiral Perth that really only means one thing, the Pergisursian group contains someone of influence, likely a royal or one of their House leaders. Either way, if they are sent home I don’t think it would matter how well they were treated. We would have a situation on our hands, one that could jeopardize The Consulate’s plan. This is ill timed. What of the search for the Mechromancer?”

“Yes Sir. The insectoid automatons continue to plague the lands to the south of the swamp, and have been spotted as far south as Bestheda Garrison. Considering that these automatons are effectively self-replicating it has proven extremely difficult to locate their master by their locations alone. Of larger concern are the newer automatons encountered in the mountains south of Mt. Krag, as they are of a variety that is previously unknown. We have identified a total of four different models so far. Wolf, Hawk, Snake, and Tortoise. Models Wolf and Snake have proven formidable. Given their locations it is likely that the Mechomancer is hiding out somewhere directly south of Mt. Krag in the swamps. I have a bigger concern though Sir.”

“Oh? Proceed.”

“Well Sir, these automatons are scaling up in complexity and size. What if he learns how to reproduce himself?”


ARC Application - Summer Sky
Session 12

Name: Summer Sky
Race: Unknown ~ She appears vaguely Elven but with more rounded features.
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Eye Color: White/Blue clouds ~ Verified, damnedest thing I’ve seen all year.
House: None
Chapter: None
Profession: None ~ Adventurer, perhaps? Not a spellcaster, her aura is ill suited to it.
Skills: I can absorb the writing from books. ~ She means this literally, as in, hand her a book and she’ll give it back to you blank.
Personal History: I can’t remember much from before, just bits and pieces like a dream I’ve since forgotten. Darkness. Pain. A table of some sort, perhaps an altar? A woman that was with me, she was like me, she was my… my sister? Whisper took her from me. I remember an ocean, and fire. So much fire. Then I was woken, and here I am. ~ Yeah, this is basically meaningless on its own. The others in her group stated that she was recovered on the beach after the wreck of the San’Gill and that they have been caring for her since then. According to them she remembers virtually nothing prior to her recovery, I verified this with House Blackshade.
Family History: I think I had a sister once, but she was taken from me. ~ See my notes above.
Administrative Notes: Eh, I think that this one may prove more of a liability than an asset. She doesn’t know where she came from and the only clues that she can give us point to the Durnskald. Not just any Durnskald mind you, but to Whisper, one of their “leaders”. House Auvraela’hass is being hyper vigilant with this girl and wants her out of the country as soon as we can manage it. They even sent us citizenship papers to make her official so that she can use the airships and rail systems to get about, granted her maximum security passage while they were at it. I don’t even have that level of access, it’s ludicrous. The group she’s with is completely mixed House too. Something is seriously wrong with this scenario. On top of all that, we caught a guy trying to skulk about in his half-plate babbling some nonsense about “Directive Seven”. The poor kid took a nasty blow, that much was clear from the blood and the caved in helm, he’s lucky to be alive but I’m not sure we can fix him. Get this though, he had a sketch of Summer in his pack. I had old Ironeye look into it, says there’s been “a ruckus” at the warehouse next door and that the blood on the floor was barely dry. Whoever it was cleared out before Ironeye could track them. I don’t know what any of this has to do with Summer here but I’ll be glad to see her and her entourage off tomorrow morning.

Libram Novus Arcana, Entry 2078 - Subject "Sky" - Report A
Session 11

Libram Novus Arcana, Entry 2078 – Subject “Sky” – Report A

The subject is not only awake but is speaking fluent elven, which she appears to have learned by literally absorbing the knowledge from the pages of the book she was studying. The mechanism behind this phenomenon are unclear but I think it best as a precaution to remove her from our library facility before any real damage to the books can be done. Subject “Sky” has been named Summer by Page Luon’s group, and Summer seems to like them.

According to several of the reports I have received she is able to sense when The Durnskald are near, and now we have ascertained that she can absorb the words from books. This presents itself as a perfect opportunity for us to gather additional information on what other sorts of abilities Summer may have. The arrangements were made the moment we had formulated the ritual to break her connection to The Shadow Veil, the letters were sent tonight to the Houses involved. Now we wait for the last representative to make himself known, Medius Libri Victor Skarsgard seems to think that one of their specialists will be sent, a Drow if I remember correctly.

This should prove interesting.

Libram Novus Arcana, Entry 2072 - Subject "Sky" - Report F Mark 30
Session 10


Entry 2072 – Subject “Sky” – Report F Mark 30

Subject “Sky” has been deemed exceedingly dangerous to interact with after the incident (ref: Section E Addendum 17, Addendum 31, and Addendum 40). Our lady wants her to be either removed from our facility or be taken to a more secure and shielded location for further testing. This has not been mandated only because we wish to preserve our good relationship with the Houses that Subject “Sky’s” compatriots belong to. Mark my words, Subject “Sky” is an abberation of a most heinous sort and will be the death of us all if we continue to perform our tests on her. Page Luon will need to uphold her end of the bargain soon or we may not be able to help any further due to safety concerns.

In other news our windows haven’t looked better in many a year.

Libram Novus Arcana, Entry 2067 - Subject "Sky" - Report B
Session 9

Entry 2067 – Subject “Sky” – Report B

Subject unresponsive to external stimuli. Subject also rendered arcane spellcasting useless when within ten feet, arcane magic becomes far too unpredictable within that range. Divine appears unaffected with the exception of magic with specifically restorative effects (documented under “Section E”).

More interesting are the attempts at Exorcism that Subject “MHGCOOK” seems to be initiating. A means to perfect this process has been established with the consent of Page Luon, a “loan” of sorts in our Progenitor’s style. Further study on the Subject’s part will be required but he shows great promise.

A Welcome Sight
Session 8


“Notify Unit Zexys that the target has made landfall and to enact Directive Seven the moment visual contact has been established. If any of the Custos or Libris catch wind of our involvement this operation will be compromised, Unit Zexys must maintain silence until the appointed time. Rendezvous inside building six; maintained silence and wool on the reeds, no exceptions.”

Session 7

With a scream of fury Cinder leapt onto the deck of the Promontory Piddock, lashing out with claw and flame. His mind racing with the urge to kill, he made no effort to use any sort of strategy and was rebuffed after landing several nasty blows on the half-giant and goliath. He could still hear her voice, could still feel her breath in the darkest recesses of his consciousness, calling him, beckoning him, seducing him with her whispered words of power.

He retreated back to the water where it was safe, swimming under the craft as it floated on the surface of the ocean. He could hear them, shouting and searching, fumbling around in their weak bodies. He would scour the ocean clean of their vile presence, that would please his mistress.

That was when he noticed that one of the fools had crept close enough to the edge of the ship for him to strike again, so Cinder did so with fervor. Back on the deck he could see that his hatred was manifest, burning them with its righteous flames. The half-giant and goliath engaged him again, this time with the fey-thing. Confused that the fey-thing wasn’t burning like the others he was caught off guard, taking several hard strikes in rapid succession.

He was hurt and the voice was telling him to retreat, so he threw himself overboard again. The fey-thing followed. Focusing his rage he let loose a shrieking blast of flames and swam ever deeper to escape, vanishing from view.


Promontory Piddock
Session 6

Skitter, scratch, scratch.

There was that noise again. Jhiv had been hearing it sporadically for the last fifteen minutes.

“Damned rats.” he muttered under his breath.

He continued searching the containment deck for the source of the sound. It had to be rats, didn’t it? The Piddock had been fully submerged for the last three days. With as far out to sea as she still was there was no way that anyone (or anything for that matter) could have tracked the ship. Even if they did, for what purpose? There was just that Yuan-ti girl and her entourage, they were all that attracted attention.


Jhiv looked up from the desk he was searching.


From where he was he could just make out a strange light coming from one of the intake cells. Before he had a chance to react the light blazed intensely, filling the deck with brilliant orange light. A hissing sound accompanied the light. Shielding his eyes, Jhiv moved closer with his dagger drawn.

After a moment the blinding light faded and Jhiv looked into the containment cell. Inside the cell was a water elemental, which was normal. Inside the water elemental burned what looked like liquid flame, this was not as normal. Outside the containment field Jhiv noticed that there were footsteps, large monstrous ones that were melted into the floor leading to the staircase.

It was at that moment that Jhiv rang the alarm.


Session 5

Journal Entry 156, dated Bimon 16 A5116.

“Was a fire today just down the street, that old storehouse them Apothecaries have been renting. I can’t say I were surprised, they’ve getting a bit of a bad reputation since that new guy showed up. He’s an odd one, dockworkers say he mutters to himself like a madman. A madman who just so happens to be part of that group I wrote about the other day.

I can’t fathom why them royals would need his help but I’m not one to question it, not my place. No matter, they’re all getting sick it seems anyways. Looks like a bad case of the Filth if you ask me. I’m glad for their patronage and all but I won’t be able to sleep well until they’ve left.

Seems odd though that the main healers in town have their building burn down right as people starts getting sick. House Alabaster may have to step in if the sickness spreads, never good when it comes to that. My wife and I’ll be fine I’m sure.

Some odd elf girl washed up from the wreckage of the San’Gill and them folks from the Chapter seemed awfully interested in her. Elves with blonde hair are mighty rare and rumor’s been spreading about the sky or something in her eyes. Last I heard she’s still unconscious. My gut tells me something’s wrong in these parts and all of these folks are tied up in it somehow. I’ll have to get my report to good ol’ Franzi soon, he’ll want to know of this."


The Infested Grotto
Session 4

In Argle’s old journal Krellem found only mystery. Was Argle hiding something? It certainly would appear so as the entire journal is written in a strange cipher. Seeking answers the aid of The Apothecus Luminary is sought, though they too have questions. Questions whose answers lie just beneath the surface in a grotto on the other side of the bay. Questions whose answers can only be found once the villainous vermin that inhabit the grotto are slain. Questions whose answers only serve to raise additional and more worrisome questions.



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