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At Brave New Boardgames (a board and tabletop game review, interview and story website) I have been posting an ongoing fiction adventure chronicling our group's adventures through White Wolf Publishing's 'Scarred Lands' world. The ideas of the adventure are brought from the adventure modules for the Scarred Lands world, however, I have written this into a fiction story that is episodic, with a new chapter every fortnight.
Please find below, the first chapter of Brave New Adventures: Spiragos arc:
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Welcome to the very first chapter in a planned series of Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition, Brave New Adventures! Myself (Rowan) and my two compadres, Azray and Rambo, will be playing, fighting, swindling and pranking side by side over the next few months. We are joined by our esteemed second-time Dungeon Master, Ryan. He will be running a version of an adventure from The Scarred Lands, which has been crafted to suit D&D5E. To make things easy, I will be referring to us through out using character names. It's probably worth a mention that this is also Rambo's second time playing, his first being a 3 hour one-shot!
Rowan - Jaako Foxworth (Half-Orc Cleric)
Azray - Bereris Graycastle (Human Wizard)
Rambo - Ragnar (Dragonborn Ranger)
What you will see below, and each post thereafter, will be an account of the game that we played; an abridged/edited version that will be more fiction and storytelling than game mechanics (though there will be some). I want to recreate what you would experience at the table, following the characters through their stories. The epilogue will include more mechanics than the chapters, because we are finishing our character creation. If you are new to Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition, or Role Playing Games in general, what I will do is put a glossary of terms at the end of this post.
If you have any suggestions, comments, requests, or just want to say ‘Hi’, please feel free to email us using the 'Contact Us' page. If you want to send us some fan art of our characters or what you think the world looks like, we would love to see what you have created and will feature them on our website, Facebook and Instagram!
(We do not take any credit for the adventure or setting of The Scarred Lands or Gauntlet of Spiragos which was created by White Wolf)
Spiragos - Epilogue
We begin our campaign, our adventure, our voyage; by finishing off our characters. To do this, we roll our stats. Now, this is usually an extremely exciting time for us, as we love creating characters. This time was going to be a little more interesting. Exciting of course, just a very interesting way of doing it. What we decided to do was roll 3D6 twelve times each, resulting in a 6x6 grid of numbers. From this point, we could choose which series of numbers we could take for our characters. The catch was, the numbers had to be in exact order, matching the order of the attributes (Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma). You could choose top-down, bottom-up, left-right or even... right-left.
So, we rolled and we laughed. You can see below what we came up with.
Jaako went first with the Orange choice from top-down. Following the first choice was Bareris with the Green selection, bottom-up. Lastly, the choice was Ragnar's; and a strong choice of Blue was his, from right-left. What does this mean for us? Well let’s just say that Jaako is slightly better than average in most aspects, but his social skills have gone entirely out of the window. Bareris is a solid jack of all trades, and Ragnar is a heavy hitter who may not be the sharpest tool in the shed. Happy with our choices, we set off for adventure!
Spiragos - Chapter One
Having travelled together for some time now and collaboratively enjoying those memories of old; Jaako, Bareris and Ragnar recount their last letters they had received before heading off on this expedition. Sitting around their camp, Jaako reads the letter that was given to him by his teacher before leaving the Temple of Hedrada. He recounts how he has spent his entire life, up until just a few months ago, studying and learning at the temple. Even though he is Half-Orc, the humans there raised Jaako since he was a young child. They took him in when he was found abandoned. They taught him the ways of impartial justice, that the God Hedrada is not merciful, but neither is he cruel. Jaako's teacher wishes him the best on his coming-of-age journey. While reading this, he begins to remember his first encounter outside of the temple walls. Since he left, Jaako's eyes had been opened to many different things, and an infatuation with the sneaking, thieving and agility that accompanied the Rogues that he saw, began to grow. He remembers when he and some fellow combatants faced a group of Kobolds, and he had let another claim the final blow in order to secure some loot for himself. It wasn't out of cowardice, but greed. He reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a pipe. He lights up the tobacco inside. After a long inhale, filling his chest, he blows the smoke from his lungs. However, the smoke that exits is not just an ordinary cloud, it's a perfect resemblance of a priest of Hedrada, walking towards the campfire, and then all of a sudden, the priest disappears up with the smoke from the fire.
Bareris pulls his letter from somewhere inside his long brown cloak. He begins to read from this letter, written to him by the Warden of Graycastle. He is the fourth son of Lord Graycastle and has devoted his life to studying the lost ways of magic, without a second thought to the effect that it may have on those close to him, or of the perceptions of others. However, all of the knowledge in his books could not always save those around him. Bareris knows why he has travelled out here, with these strangers, searching to fill the void that was left after what was taken from him. He flicks his cloak as he reads his letter, and the cloak subtly changes colours in the moonlight, from red to purple to green to blue, and back to brown. He has always been on the lookout for tomes and scriptures so that he can learn more and more. So far, this cloak has been the most magical item he has come across.
Finally, Ragnar pulls an old piece of rolled up parchment from his pack. Ragnar's tale is one of pain and loss. He is the last surviving member of the Dentratha Clan, a clan of copper Dragonborn. He reads from the letter written to him by the Pathfinder, his sensei, Quinton. The letter was handed to Ragnar during Quinton's passing. His final words before crossing to the other side. Ragnar has been on the road for many years, searching to always become stronger, stay alive for as long as he can to carry on the name of his clan. He remembers what he has been through to make it this far. He looks at his arms and his chest; it's not hard to notice the missing scales and those that are cracked and broken. Deep cuts, gouges and burns covered his body. He has been through a lot, but he has survived.
In the morning, after a night of reminiscing and the drinking of more than a few ales, they pack their camp and continue their journey towards Craegfort. An old walled military fort and one of the last havens out here in the Scarred Lands. As the group nears a bend on the path to Craegfort they start to hear something in the distance. They notice the sounds of a struggle. Looking up the road into the distance, they see a merchant being harassed by what looks like two bandits. The men are dressed in dark ragged clothes. It is not uncommon for this to happen on the road; merchants do need to be careful.
Without hesitation, Ragnar runs off ahead, towards the assailants. Jaako and Bareris notice his sudden call to action and begin to follow suit, preparing themselves. Jaako stops and reaches over his shoulder. He manages to find his crossbow that is slung over his shoulders. It's nothing special; a small crossbow made of wood, leather and iron. It might not look the best, but it usually does the job. He pulls a bolt from a pouch on his belt and slides it into the crossbow, notching it back into position. He looks up to see Ragnar, swords in-hand, running straight for the ruffians. One of the bandits is yelling, swearing, spit flying from his mouth. The other is grabbing at the merchant’s bags, trying to tear them from him. Jaako lets the bolt loose from his crossbow. It soars through the sky and flies past the yelling bandit's face. The bandit stops and looks to see Ragnar charging and Jaako looking to reload his crossbow. The bandit charges at Jaako. In a moment of panic, Jaako drops his crossbow on the ground and grabs the shield from his back. The bandit lunges out with his sword but is only able to find the iron of Jaako's shield.
As Ragnar approaches the second bandit, the bandit turns to face the oncoming Dragonborn. In what seems to be a moment of panic, or maybe just plain malice, the bandit takes his sword and slices the throat of the merchant. In a gurgle and a splutter the merchant falls to the ground. The rage in Ragnar booms, his eyes turn green as does the saliva around his jowls. With all the power he can harness and in one swift motion, Ragnar slashes at the bandit's sword hand, slicing down from elbow to palm. The bandit drops his sword as his hand goes limp. Ragnar flicks the sword in his other hand around, slicing through the bandit's neck, decapitating him. The sword moves like a knife through butter. In the last bit of rage, Ragnar eyes down his fallen foe.
As the wind picks up and moves the dust and dirt around the path, Bareris’s cloak starts to bellow as if the cloak had grown in size. It changes from brown to a deep crimson as Bareris draws his hands back together, to the inside of his cloak. His cloak flicks once more and he launches a bolt of fire that seems to come from inside him. The bolt flies through the air like a shard of lightning, flickering with the wind. It hits the bandit in front of Jaako square in the chest like a dagger. As the flame disappears it leaves its black char on the body of the bandit, and a smell that doesn't soon leave the air.
Jaako turns to see what has just become of these bandits and he turns to look at the bandit in front of him. They share a look of combined shock and confusion. As the bandit rises for an attack, Jaako fumbles around his side, looking for his mace. He manages to find it just in time, flicking it up from his side in a weak attempt to discombobulate his enemy. The bandit is hit in the side of the head with the mace, finishing what Bareris had started. The last bandit falls to the ground.
The group looks over the bodies of the bandits, searching for any useful information. What they find is not what they expected. Sure, a couple of silver pieces and a few pieces of copper. What they did not expect, was that the bodies began to decompose right before their eyes. Skin gave way for flesh, which turned grey and gave way to bone. With a gust of wind, the bones turn to ash, and only a pile of torn and ragged clothes remain. They turn to the merchant who lies motionless on the ground. As they look over his body and through his bags, they are all perplexed, as this is not your normal merchant. He has no wares that they can find. All that he carries on him is a map. Bareris takes a look at the map and says, "I've seen some of this before. We will need some time to study this..."
To be continued…
Written by Rowan Morris
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Thank you to everyone that read chapter one and has come back for seconds! This mini-campaign has been a lot of fun to play so far and definitely a lot of fun to write the story for you all. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then please go back and read 'Brave New Adventures - Spiragos Chapter One' first. At least that way you won't have any spoilers if you go back, and you will also have some idea about what is currently happening in the story.
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Our epic adventure continues with our three companions, Jaako, Bareris and Ragnar. They have made their way through a relentless and unforgiving desert in The Scarred Lands to find themselves closer to civilisation. They had just attempted to rescue a man from the pointy end of a blade held by two bandits. Unfortunately, they were just too late. The man that fell at the hands of one of the bandits, appeared to be a merchant of some kind. Fortunately, the two bandits were dispatched with some slick swordplay from Ragnar and some quick fiery hands of magic from Bareris. After their tussle, they investigated the battlefield to find the merchant was only carrying a map, one that seemed to lead to treasure...
We hope you enjoy the next part of our story.
Spiragos - Chapter Two
"I have seen this lettering before..." Bareris trails off into his own thoughts as he stares at the map in his hands. This 'merchant' was definitely in disguise for a reason. This map must be of importance. "It's a mixture of Goblin and Titanspeak," he continues. Bareris is a strange looking human. It is as if the magic that he has dedicated to learning has changed him, altering his base human appearance into something darker. Those years spent having focused on and being dedicated to learning the secrets o magic, has not really left much time or concentration for Bareris to fine tune his appearance. He has almost developed an aura that surrounds him, one that absorbs the light. The aura is accompanied by long dark hair and a dark unkempt beard that sit atop pale skin. His cloak billows in the gentle wind as he reviews the parchment before him.
Bareris moves over to the bodies of the bandits laying nearby. He takes a knee to study the bodies further. He rolls the body of the first bandit over, so that it is now lying on its back. A concerned look falls upon Bareris's face. "These... bandits. It's as if they are..." Taking time to study the body and attempting to remember pieces of information that he has learnt from his books of magic over the years, he continues, "They are under some form of necromantic spell. They are not dead, neither alive." The face of the bandit begins to deteriorate and melt away, first slowly, but then the speed of the decomposition increases. Bareris stands back quickly, reacting as if they were plagued. He looks at his fellow companions and with a worried and somewhat quizzical look on his face he says, "This is the power of some dark magic. Keep your wits." He unrolls the merchant's map again and looks over it some more.
A slightly squeaky and juvenile voice comes from above Bareris. "This weather top here looks important." A big off-green finger comes out from over Bareris's shoulder and points to what looks like a town, in the middle, slightly to the bottom of the map. Bareris turns around and Jaako is standing right behind him, peering over his shoulder. "Maybe whoever is there might know more about this map and where the hell we are right now," continues Jaako.
"Please don't stand inside of me, Jaako." Bareris says in a sigh while he motions his hand as if to shoo the hulking Half-Orc. Bareris turns his head again as another voice bellows from behind, this time with more of a grunt. "If it's a town we're going to, it's about time for another check-up," growls Ragnar as he stands a few feet behind the others staring off, up the hill. "Enough about your teeth, Ragnar. You're part dragon for fuck sake." Bareris shakes his head. "From where we are standing though, heading to that... town... makes the most sense right now. Just be prepared," he adds. Ragnar and Jaako both in agreeance of the plan, make their way up the hill face towards what they believe to be a small town.
As they begin to near the top of the hill they see a structure appear over the ridge. Great big walls of iron and wood form before their eyes. They can begin to see the walls curving around, creating what seems to be a circle shaped barrier around something. Great watchtowers also stand, evenly spread, amongst the walls. "It looks like an old fort!" exclaimed Jaako, bewildered by what he is seeing. "But to keep what out?" Jaako's expression turned sour. "Or to keep what in?" added Bareris with a smirk plastered across his face. It didn't previously appear possible for Jaako's expression to turn more sour, however Bareris's comment seemed to do the trick. Jaako's whispy childlike voice doesn't go unnoticed on a person of his stature. He stands over six feet tall, rivaling his Dragonborn companion, and his great orc muscles add tremendous girth to his build. Impressive for a Half-Orc at only fourteen years of age. Young, yes, however recognised now as an adult by his kin. Aside from his build, the rest of Jaako doesn't suit that of a traditional Half-Orc. His skin is more pale than others, almost as if Human with a terrible sickness. The Humans that raised him at his church had shaved the tusks that once protruded from his lower jaw. This task was carried out at a young age in an attempt to help Jaako fit in with his peers at the church. Unfortunately, the only thing that it accomplished was a rough feeling in Jaako's mouth, and to fix the alignment of Jaako's underbite. Though he may have been excluded for the majority of his life, Jaako's keen spirit and good heart never faltered.
"It definitely doesn't look like the kind of place with a dentist for Dragons," chuckled Bareris as his smirk moved across to Ragnar's direction. "I do see that it is not deserted, however." Bareris lifts his head upward in a sly attempt to point out the guards that are now visible, standing atop the wall, looking out from the crenellation. "Friend or foe?" asks Ragnar. The three of them begin to walk closer and closer towards the fort, staying within plain site, as if to show that there is no trouble or dispute here. As they expected, a booming voice comes from atop the wall. "Halt!" The three casually stop in their tracks, like they have been in this situation before. "Declare yourself!" The booming voice echoes across the sparse wasteland. "We mean no harm, I am Jaa-" the soft, helpful voice is cut off by an elbow to the ribs. Ragnar, with a slight hiss, whispers to Jaako from the side of his mouth, "Shut the fuck up Jaako. We don't know who they are!" The strange thing is, the great doorway at the front of the fort remains open. It doesn't seem the doors have been in use for some time.
"You have arrived at Craegfort," booms the voice from the crenellation. "There are not many new faces seen around these parts anymore. We know our kind here. Enter and don't cause any fuss. You will be watched." The three companions, knowing they could use directions, a bath and a hearty meal, nod to each other in agreeance and make their way through into Craegfort. As they enter the fort they notice that, understandably being a fort, it is filled with guards. At least, most people are dressed in the same guard attire; nothing fancy, mostly just different shades of brown leather armour and iron greaves and helmets. "I gotta find this dentist," says Ragnar, licking his teeth and jowls. Jaako and Bareris chuckle. "What can I get you? Do you need a beer? A meal? A couple of beds? Let me organise it for you!" Jaako doesn't seem to take a breath through his questioning. "I'll never say no to a beer!" Bareris exclaims. They look around and see a swinging sign out of the front of a building. The sign denotes 'The Rusty Pickaxe'...
To be continued...
Written by Rowan Morris
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Right, so where did our adventurers end up after Brave New Adventures 'Spiragos' - Chapter 2? If you haven't read Chapter 1 or Chapter 2 of this arc, we recommend that you go back to the 'Adventures' page and do exactly that to avoid any spoilers!
Our companions Jaako, Bareris and Ragnar have begun their journey through the desert plains of The Scarred Lands, each one brought there through their own purpose. They have ventured close to Craegfort, a village that was built as a fort. Along their path to Craegfort they encountered two bandits attempting to rob a lowly merchant. The companions attempted to intervene, however the merchant was struck down too soon. After dispatching the bandits they have found what appears to be a treasure map with markings of old and locations that include Craegfort itself. Our companions have now made their way to Craegfort in search of a hearty meal, ale, a rest, and for some reason a dentist. This brings us to The Rusty Pickaxe. A haven in Craegfort to enjoy the simple luxuries this fort town has to offer.
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Spiragos - Chapter Three
Jaako, Bareris and Ragnar enter The Rusty Pickaxe. Their travels and the combat they have seen have fatigued them more than they thought. The inside of The Rusty Pickaxe is quiet, but much nicer than they expected. Your average run of mill inn, however the place has obviously been looked after. The red oak panels that cover the floor, walls and ceiling are clean and polished and look like they haven't aged a day, even though they were all pretty sure Craegfort had been here for quite some time. Jaako rushes in slightly ahead of the others, heading straight towards the innkeep standing behind the bar. The innkeep is taken aback for a second upon hearing Jaako's mousey voice. "Three ales, three meals and three warm beds for the night, good sir." The innkeeper stands out among his clean establishment. He is a dwarf of average size and build, however rough and dirty like he had been at work outdoors all week. "Right you are, lad. The name's Gindred. That will be two silver." The innkeeper rings a bell while looking towards the door behind him. Soon after, he attends to the three ales that were ordered, but grabbing three pint-sized flagons hanging from a horizontal pole on the ceiling, and begins to pour them one by one. He notices Ragnar and Bareris approaching the bar from behind Jaako. "So, what brings you lot up to Craegfort?" The dwarf's accent is like many others of his kin; strong, thick and rough.
"I need to get my teeth looked at. Know of a dentist around here?" Ragnar makes his immediate purpose clear. "We don't have too many fancy buildings or professions around here..." Gindred pauses for a moment as he tries to think of who may be of assistance. "But, the army physician may be able to lend a hand. He’ll be down towards the barracks to the west of here." Gindred finishes pouring Ragnar's flagon of ale and places it on the counter in front of him.
"I guess I've found myself some time to kill," mumbles Bareris. He looks up at Gindred. "Any libraries or an apocethary around he-" Bareris is cut off by Jaako, "I think you mean apothecary, Sir." Jaako intended to be sincere. Without hesitation Bareris snaps back, "No. Get me another beer." Gindred stares through Bareris. The mention of the art of magic has soured the innkeeper’s face. "We are not a large town. What you see is what you get here."
Bareris nods towards Gindred and heads towards a table to take a seat near Ragnar, who has already found a quiet table on the side. Jaako on the other hand, looks up towards Gindred, confused. With the belief that the question still hasn't been answered, he repeats, "Hey, any libraries or an apocethary here in town?"
The innkeeper who had begun cleaning some dirty flagons pauses for a brief moment, "No. We have none of that here, unfortunately." His eye holds its gaze towards Jaako for moments longer. Jaako's voice pipes up slightly louder than usual when he turns to see Bareris sitting at the table enjoying his ale, "Don't have anything, sorry, I asked, too!" Bareris shakes his head, dumbfounded as to what just happened.
Ragnar puts back the last mouthful of ale and leaves his flagon on the table. He stands from his seat and heads towards the exit. "Hey, Ragnar! Do you need a friend??” Jaako asks, slightly louder and peppier than usual, as he spots Ragnar heading toward the door.
"Yes I do, but can you stay here?" There was no other connotation to take from that. Ragnar says what he means, and leaves through the exit. The night air is thin and cool, a feeling that is common in the desert of The Scarred Lands. Few people can be seen loitering the streets at this hour, and Ragnar can only spot a handful of Humans and Dwarves heading toward The Rusty Pickaxe. All are covered in a coarse, black and red soot. Miners? Ragnar mused. As he continued his short journey toward the army physician he spotted another group heading to the main exit of Craegfort. The group was similar to the one he had just encountered, however all were carrying lit torches and lanterns and an assortment of pickaxes. This solidified Ragnar's assumptions.
Ragnar arrives to the front of the barracks where the innkeeper stated the army physician would be. Standing watch at the doorway is a sole guard who looks more interested in the stars than what is going on down on earth. "Hello, Sir. How can I help you?"
"Just after the... to see the physician," replies Ragnar. While looking over the large Dragonborn, the guard continues, "Are you injured?"
Ragnar, seemingly taken back by the question for some reason, replies "Uhh, I could be?"
Is that a threat? Ragnar thinks to himself. "I need to see somebody about my teeth. I have this, acid... reflux, I guess you can call it."
"Well that's well above my pay grade, you can head on in and look for the physician. He may be able to help you, but you will need to pay for his services as it is night time, and he does like to sleep. His room is first on the right." The guard stands aside and motions for Ragnar to enter inside.
Ragnar enters and turns immediately to the right. He knocks quietly and enters through the wooden door. It opens, revealing a room of average size, comprising of tables full of journals, a bed and a table draped with sheets of linen. A man sits at one of the tables, scribbling away in a book of his own. "Greetings," says that man at the table. The voice is strange; the accent elongated and withered. "Just looking to get my teeth checked out." The sentiment piques the physician's interest and as he turns he does not expect to see a large Dragonborn standing behind him with his great jaw open, revealing the abundance of sharp and crooked teeth so commonly present in a dragon. "Have a gander at these big boys,” continues Ragnar with his jaw wide open. The words are only just able to be made out.
The physician motions towards the table draped with linen. "Please, take a seat."
Moments pass as the older physician pulls some tools out of a draw, one similar to a small knife and another looking like a tiny talon. He moves towards the giant Dragonborn sitting at his table and begins to press around his mouth. Groupings of green spittle can be seen forming around Ragnar's jowls. As the physician places his tools close by to inspect closer, the green liquid begins to break apart the tools, disintegrating them slowly from the bottom up. The physician is taken back. He inspects what is left of his tools and sighs. "Okay, you can close your mouth now." Ragnar stands up from the table and heads towards the exit. "So how do they look?" Ragnar turns to face the physician.
"Well, the acid inside your mouth seems to kill any bacteria that it comes into contact with. Anything for that matter..." He throws the melted tools he was holding onto a table nearby.
"Your gums are slightly bleeding. Floss more often." The physician pauses as he looks at the melted tools. "That will be fifteen copper, Dragonborn."
"Right you are,” Ragnar nods in agreeance, pulling the copper from his hip pocket. "Thank you for your time." The physician nods, and Ragnar turns and exits the barracks.
Ragnar returns to The Rusty Pickaxe to see Jaako and Bareris at the table they were seated at when he left for the physician. This time however, upon seeing the two, they are both visibly drunk. "Ragnar!" They cheer together as they see him enter the Inn. "Come, join us!"
Ragnar walks towards the table with intentions of joining them for some ale. As he nears the table, Jaako falls out of his seat laughing. Ragnar immediately changes his decision and begins to walk towards the back of the Inn, where the rooms and beds are meant to be.
"Ragnar, please help me to carry this Half-Orc to his room." Ragnar turns to see Bareris attempting to lift Jaako up from the floor by himself. He obliges. As the three make their way, arm in arm, to the back of the Inn, Jaako begins to speak as coherently as you can imagine any drunkard. "I used to have a wooden toy dragon. But you're a real dragon. Not a toy dragon. That's cooler." Jaako slips in and out of consciousness as he is carried toward his room. Jaako is thrown onto his bed and the other two leave for their own rooms, in need of a good rest to tackle what tomorrow will bring.
Bareris wakes in the morning and exits his room to see if the others are ready for the journey. As usual, they are both still asleep in their rooms. Bareris moves toward Ragnar's room door, opening it as quietly as possible. The snores of a Dragonborn are not easily missed and the sound envelopes the room as Bareris enters. Bareris closes his eyes and begins to whisper under his breath. His hands begin to move around each other, making small shapes in the air. After a few seconds he stops, laughs to himself and exits the room, leaving a big enough gap in the door so that he can peer inwards.
Ragnar awakens. He moves over to the mirror on his wall to look at his teeth following the time with the physician. Something is different to yesterday. Something is missing. Ragnar moves his face closer to the mirror, mouth open, and noticing that one of his front teeth is missing. He roars and punches the mirror, shattering it to pieces. "I'm going to kill that physician!"
Behind the door to the room, Bareris is visibly laughing as hard as he possibly can, unable to contain himself. Hearing all of the commotion, Jaako moves as quickly as he can toward where Bareris is standing. Jaako had awoken early and had picked up plates of food from the kitchen. A smile forms on Jaako's face as he notices Bareris losing his mind with laughter. Jaako walks toward Bareris holding his plates of food. "Hi sirs, would you like some..." His sentence is cut short as Ragnar's door flies open and out runs the stark naked Dragonborn. Jaako stares downwards at the Dragonborn. "... Penis." Not the word he was originally looking for. Ragnar notices Bareris laughing hysterically but runs past him without a thought. He exits the Inn, running as fast as he has in a long while. Thankfully, there are still few people out in the streets as it is quite early in the morning. A giant naked Dragonborn is not a sight fit for everyone. Ragnar makes it about half way when he is stopped by two guards. Ragnar had been feeling around his mouth with his tongue for some time now and hadn't been able to pinpoint the missing tooth. He notices the guards about to cut him off, but turns to the nearest window. While licking his teeth, he gazes into the window. It's different to before. He notices all his teeth are still there. Relief sets in, followed quickly by confusion, and then embarrassment as he realises he is standing completely naked, staring into the window of the produce trader's shop. Staring back through the window is a lady who was until now, stacking the shelves of the store, ready for the start of the day. Ragnar covers himself with his hands as quickly as a gunshot. He starts to motion an apologetic wave toward the shopkeeper, not realising that by doing so, he had uncovered himself again. "Have you been drinking? Do you need help finding your bed?" comes a voice from behind. Ragnar turns and sees the two guards standing behind him, shaking their heads. "I'm fine now, thank you." Ragnar gives some copper to each of the guards and starts walking, with some haste, back to The Rusty Pickaxe. The guards follow closely behind to make sure this strange Dragonborn doesn't meander.
Ragnar arrives back at the inn and heads to his room, collecting his things from his trunk and finally getting dressed. He heads out to finally eat that meal Jaako was holding from earlier. He goes to sit down with Jaako and Bareris. As he does, Bareris offers him a flagon of ale. "What happened to you?" Bareris asks as he hands over the ale. Ragnar reaches out for the ale, however as his hand comes to grip the handle, it disappears before his eyes. Bareris begins to laugh wildly once more, Jaako following along. After a few moments, Ragnar realised what had happened to him this morning. Bareris had cast some sort of illusion upon him. Bareris's laughter is halted by a giant fist. Ragnar, upon realising, has reached out and punched Bareris square in the face, pushing him to the floor. Jaako's laughter blares.
A few hours pass as Jaako, Bareris and Ragnar ready themselves for the journey North of Craegfort, in search of the locations on the map. During their morning they had remembered stories of a large chasm in The Scarred Lands that was known as the Chasm of Flies. It is said that there was once a cavernous system in the North of The Scarred Lands that was home to a colony of giant flies. That was many decades ago. More recent reports had come that the area was now home to spiders, naturally, that had feasted on the flies. The chasm was serving as a buffet for the spiders. After studying the map they had found on the merchant, they noticed that above Craegfort was a picture of what appeared to be exactly what they had remembered. Being of note on the map, they decided it was where they needed to venture to. The companions gathered some supplies and rations from the local trader, leaving Ragnar outside the shop of course as they didn't need to remind the poor woman of what she had witnessed earlier in the morning. They collected armour and weapons and exited Craegfort, heading North up through the hills behind the town. The hills begin to decline into an area less made of the desert, and more of treacherous and rocky slopes. As they continue their journey, about half a day or so passes before they reach the entrance to an opening between two large cliff faces. The cliffs extend upwards about fifty metres. Old and dead trees and shrubs grow from the sides. Rocks and jagged edges make up most of the cliffs. It would be a tremendous feat to be able to climb or traverse up either side. Acknowledging their situation, they enter into the mouth of the pass.
To be continued...
Written by Rowan Morris
Author / Publisher
Brave New Boardgames
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