Curse Of The Crimson Throne Pathfinder

Underground Markets

The wiry dwarf had heard that some heroes had been selling magical items of great worth in the cities less regulated markets. This was something he needed to confirm for himself. It was not good to rely on rumors or market gossip for such things.

Spending a few coppers the middling taverns he overheard merchants talking about the magical full plate being sold for the pits. He had a made a fortune from these heroes over the last week.

Waiting until dark the dwarf grabbed the drunk merchant as soon as went outside to piss on the wall. His friends decided the dwarf wasn't worth a fight, even though he was unarmed.

The pale dwarf pressed the merchant hard for the heroes description and location. It didnt take long for the merchant to spill it all. Dropping the drunk into stale puddles, the dwarf walked to the wealthier inns where he quickly commandeered a carriage to head to Korvosa.

During the ride the quiet dwarf couldn't belief that these so called heroes were selling gear taken from dead Gray Maidens. It seems that they had been hurting the Queens guard and destroying a cult or two along the way.

The were by all accounts a weird group. A gnome summoner with an immense guardian construct wielding a death scythe. An elven noble who did most of the black market deals to pawn the items and a hulking tribesman that can change his form into elementals.

The miles go past slowly in the carriage with the driver not saying a word during the whole trip.

The sun rises early in Korvosa with the dwarf walking away from the carriage and tired horse team. The steam from their nostrils filling the air as the dwarf heads towards the nearest tavern.

Coppers change hands a few times among the poor as the dwarf disappears in the groups of workers leaving the docks.

Slashers from the dark
Scarwall Raiders

After the others go tend to their own tasks, Cal pulls up the woollen blanket to his chest as Skittles curls in under the goosedown pillow. The furnishings of his enchanted cottage improving with his abilities.

Laying there in the dark Cal's thoughts go back to the events during the raid. The cold deathly touch of the banshee slipped into his chest and grabbed his heart. His blood thickened and nearly stopped at a single touch. The warm release of jumping from the castle came easily to his mind rather than becoming a haunted spirit.

Surviving that battle, it was only minutes later he was in a small room being clawed and bitten by a weeping vampire. Even being near it caused Cal's blood to ooze out of his eyes, nose and mouth to seep into the vampires skin and heal it.

The vampire swung 4" claws in wide arcs tearing robes and flesh like paper, Cal's blood spattered everywhere as Toser worked fast to stop the vampire killing Cal. Nothing seemed to slow it as fangs tore open a gash on Cal's neck with spurts hitting the roof.

Cal felt his life force sucked out in one mouthful and his vision swam as he drifted into unconsciousness. His stamina and energy was nearly spent, a single claw or another bite, and it would be all over.

Laying back Cal knows that he has been healed and stamina restored, yet the scars all along his neck remain in his mind. He can feel the cold breath and teeth tearing out a chunk of his neck as he goes to sleep.

Tomorrow should be a better day.

Long dark roads that are travelled

It is nearly a full moon hanging over Korvosa that softly lights the mansion grounds where Lord Reginald is buried.

The grounds are quiet with a slow wind rustling the shrubs near the fresh grave as two black dire rats crawl out of the darkness and head towards the turned earth. They sit up quietly, whiskers trembling as they sniff the air hungrily. Small squeaks can be heard as they talk to each other.

Not long afterwards a short person dressed in a patchwork fur cloak steps softly out of the same shrubs to stand at the foot of the grave. The hood is up but strength and power emanate from this shadowy figure.

"Thought I would pay my respects to you Reggy, but so many people here the other day I couldnt risk a confrontation. I heard you died while saving the city from powerful enemies led by the eldritch queen."

He turns as one of the dire rats squeaks a long string of chitters.

"No. This body is under my protection, none of you will enter these grounds unless I command it."

Dark shadow essence seems to crawl over the figure as a young face with a scruffy blond beard is seen briefly before the shadows cover him again.

"The change is painful Reggy, however I have made it work to my purpose in the long search for my father. I am sorry that i couldnt tell you about him but few people can see that Dhampir's are not always evil. I was afraid of what the group would do to me if they knew of my bloodline."

"I constantly wonder in regret if my leaving led to your death and my prayers to the lady of graves ask for forgiveness if that is true. In the meantime I can only offer the promise that your rest will be peaceful in these strange times within the city."

Standing still the figure offers a soft prayer to the lady to protect the body and prevent it being raised or animated as an undead creature. Kneeling down he scoops out some earth and lays his consecrated holy symbol in the shallow pocket of dirt while sprinkling silvered holy water over the whole grave.

A pearly white glow fades into the ground as it becomes consecrated to Pharasma.

Standing up the figure turns away while the two dire rats skitter close to his heels, "Farewell Reggy. One day I hope to be seeing you at the lady's side if she is willing to bless me as she did you."

A blurring of the cloaked figure causes a long tail to drag behind him as his face sprouts whiskers on a long brown nose. Ratlike clawed fingers draw an enchanted longbow from his quiver, "Come my brothers it is time to hunt the Grey Maidens again."

Giants do scream

Flashes of sparks as dwarven crafted steel weapons block the orc greataxes deep inside carved mountain tunnels. The steady steps of each dwarven forge warden demonstrates their purpose to defend the forge with their lives.

In the darkness the small group of dwarves, wearing breastplate, and using hammers and axes to hold the line. the yells and threats from the horde of orcs increases as a hill giant pushes through towards the dwarf warriors.

The hill giant has been whipped and heavy scarred with a crude iron slave collar linked to a rusty chain held by the Orc leader, a massive mountain orc warrior. The hill giant is not armed but lashes out with fists the size of giant boars to pummel a veteran warden into the ground.

From behind the line of dwarves a steady tempo of a heavy dwarf running in plate armor is heard running towards the giant. A strong command to 'push shields' results in a sloping ramp of dwarven shields to assemble.

From the tunnel a dwarf wearing master worked full plate armor and steel shield charges up the shield ramp to launch himself at the hill giant. As he arcs through the air, the carved face of his ancestor is seen on the full helm's faceplate. Dark brown eyes stare out fixed on the hill giants knee.

Swinging up and from behind his shoulder is a dwarven war axe aimed to strike right above the giants left knee. More than 200lbs of weighty dwarf powers the axe to chisel right through the giants leg with a meaty thud.

The giants eyes roll up in extreme pain as the leg is barely hanging on with ligaments. The nearby orcs involuntarily suck in large gulps of air, impressed with the dwarves strike. Some look to their leader as if ready to run.

The dwarf lands balanced on both feet just behind the critically wounded giant. Using the momentum of his charge, the dwarf places one foot behind the other setting up for the 'thrasher' move taught by his father.

The waraxe continues swiping around throwing giant blood on the tunnel walls as it cleaves upwards taking the lower jaw completely off the orc leader.

At this horrific injury the orcs turn and ran, their desire to claim the forge now broken.

The other dwarves quickly spread out and killed the wounded giant and orc leader as the leather boots of running orcs fade down the tunnels.

Standing up and wiping his war axe, the heavily armored warrior lifts his faceplate, showing a short bushy brown beard hiding a smile. It is only now the youth of this mighty warrior is obvious, he is still a child by the dwarven traditions.

Crafting Requests

Yhrackin sidles up to Bamil over some java.  Would you be able to charm my hat of light with darkvision 3/day?

Innocent eyes peering into Bamil's

Contagion of Bloody Streets
Vampires beneath the city

[It has been several days since the heroes have killed the group of Derro led by the necromancer known as Vreeg. The horror of seeing an elvish vampire spawn in the crypts has complicated the sudden plague spreading in Korvosa.]

A figure wearing a brown hooded traveling cloak is walking quickly among the tombstones in the Grey Ward carrying a dark blue bound tome under his right arm. Dark leather armor is seen beneath the cloak as he moves to enter a large mausoleum guarded by two rugged warriors.

Bamil has spent hours passing on all what he and the ratpack have witnessed this last tenday to the Ordained members of the Spires.

Their fears have come to pass and looks like hidden hands are making a play for control of the city. History shows that vampires will often nest in the dark while feeding off the people above like cattle. It is probable that they are working with the fanatics of the Pallid Princess who have released a plague to cause chaos that breaks the guard force here.

Unfortunately the Order do not have enough trained hunters in the city to help. They have sent runners to get assistance, however with the quarantine it is possible that the runners may not reach help in time. The Pack Master instructs Bamil that it is his mission to destroy this vampire count and prevent the church of Urgotha from reaching their goals in Korvosa.

Bamil thinks on the other colleagues and the capability demonstrated recently.

Bamil lowers to one knee "I accept Master, and will utilise my new colleagues to find and destroy the hidden cult of the rotting one."

The Order disbands and Bamil vanishes from view as he steps into the graveyard. A fast walk to the markets for supplies and then to his workshop to study Vreeg's arcane tome of spells. A part of Bamil is joyous at the potential power of 8th and 7th Order spells scribed within.

Another part of him twitches nervously as the glimpse of the tome showed symbols in necril, a school that he is prohibited from using. Deep in thought Bamil arrives at the workshop and places the tome on his desk while hanging the cloak up near the door.

Leaning over the deep blue leather skinned tome and smelling the earthy odour of mushrooms and old blood emanating from the parchment. The shadows of the torches play across the masterwork black leather armor recently made for Bamil. Strong leather bands form the collar and shoulder joins to connect the treated darkleaf cloth with brass studs.

Thinking back to the dire need of the Order and fate of Korvosa resting in his hands, Bamil opens the tome and takes up an inkpot for scribing.

"My Order has taught me to use all the tools at hand to destroy undead. There is no good or evil, there is just life in the natural order and the unaturalness of undeath."

The hours crawl past as Bamil tries to learn the banned symbols and strange rituals and be able to cast Vreeg's spells.


Suspect ZERO
Hunting Korvosa's Serial Killer

[Sleeping inside the extra-dimensional space with the other ratpackers, created inside the musty crypts of Potters Ward.]

Bamil has just completed his prayer to the Lady of Graves at what he estimates is midnight when he reflects on the days events.

Climbing down the secret door into this old crypt the group found themselves in danger straight away. A furious fight with skeletons and an undead owlbear that resulted in a loose grenade thrown by the noble priestess blasting pieces of Tin-Tin.

Almost immediately the group saw the dead body parts and realised that they were in a room frequently by the city serial murderer, the son of Gaedren Lamm. Vengeance is coming soon to that sick man if the Lady is willing.

A small blue-skinned humanoid creature swept darkness over the group and ran into a filth piled catacomb that had a happy otyugh eating the legs of our missing Shoanti. A fierce battle took place with the otyugh tearing flesh and armor of Bamil with a single bite, while strangling Tin-Tin with huge spiky tentacles.

Blood, flames and shit flew everywhere in the close confines of the crypt until the final trumpet sounded. At the end, Tin-Tin was destroyed and Bamil seriously wounded.

Yhrackin had left the post battle actions and triggered some traps down the hall that sprayed acid in spurts. As the group rushed to see what the halfling had caused, two large skeletal snakes swayed and slithered aggressively at the group.

Grenades were thrown in the air as the groups final fight started.

The Show must go on.

[To help keep trade flowing into the city, the ratpack were forced to fight as entertainment for the King of Spiders at Eels End. About midday and surrounded by gamblers, thugs, addicts and slumming nobles, the group kicked their plan into action to secure the evidence to blackmail the ambassador.]

Not having the 10,000 golden sails to buy the letters from the King of Spiders, the group move back to the pier and robustly discuss options. Options swung from killing snitches, sinking a warship to kill on onboard, and sneaking into a nest of spiders to steal the chest.

A solution was decided upon, less mad than the others, for some of the group to fight in the local game called "knives'es" that involved daggers and hot coins balanced on a table. To make it interesting the King set some new rules that included a mass group of two group members fighting against three experienced "knifers", two wererats, and the city champion.

Reggy volunteered quickly, as the young monk was confident he could handle a fight like this. However, the King demanded a second member to join in. The group all looked at each other and Bamil saw that as the tallest member left it was his duty to fight with Reggy.

Taking off his padded armor Bamil prepared for the fight by casting a grease and stone fist spell on himself and looking forward to hurting someone today. Having not used his spells before this day he knew that he would be forced to unleash his spells if they were to win. While preparing Bamil thanked Toser for the magical armor protecting his body in a glowing chain shirt and assured him that he was the best choice to enter the fight with Reggy.

Once Reggy and Bamil were standing on the large raised platform, Toser stayed in the crowds for magical support if needed. Yhrackin was nowhere to be seen, but she was capable and at half the crowds height it was easy to miss her anyway.

The countdown finished and Bamil sprung into action by sliding out his hands before anyone else had moved and threw a burst of coloured light across the wererat's, who were unaffected by the spell, to stun only one of the knifers.

Reggy didn't even bother to pull his hands out and shoulder charged one of the half orcs hard off the platform. He was an able fighter without his hands and courageous as known to the group watching him fight an Otyugh last night.

In the first round Bamil and Reggy had defeated two opponents already and witnessed one of the other knifers blinded with flour from the crowd.

Then things got real, very fast, as the champion picked up a dagger and sliced the blinded half orc across the neck nearly taking the head right off in one move. That orc was dead but didn't know it yet. The others starting surrounding Reggy as he moved to Bamil's side.

As one of the wererats scooped up coins, Bamil punched him hard in the shoulder with the stone fist, stepped back and swept waves of flame across the wererats trying to kill them before being bitten. One of the wererats hair and clothes caught fire but the other evaded the fires to bite Reggy, however missed with gnashing teeth only managing to scratch the fast moving monk with the rats yellow claws.

In response Reggy barged forward to shove the standing rat of the stage while the other one dropped to roll and put the flames out. Suddenly the fiery rat stopped rolling and the flames that had nearly gone out, burst into heat again until the rat stopped moving. The smell of burnt dog flowed across the crowd. In the crowd Toser was smiling as he noticed no one had seen his spell casting and thought ahead to the golden sails they would be winning at six to one odds.

Turning around Reggy saw the orc drop to the platform spraying coins with his blood as it squirted out of the neck wound. While the monk prepared to battle the local champion, which promised to be deadly as the champion moved the dagger with expertise.

Reggy heard Bamil speaking smoothly behind him and saw a flash of abject terror stretch the local champions face as Bamil stopped talking and pointed at the champion with a finger bone. The champion turned and ran into the crowd screaming about huge dream spiders chasing him.

Suddenly the only two left on the table was Reggy and Bamil. Standing near a orc bleeding out, a smoldering wererat, and coins rolling under foot, the heroes took a breath to realise it had only been a few seconds of fighting and the crowd had loved it.

Bamil faced Reggy yelling out to let him collect more coins so they could win the game and beat the wererats. The crowd went silent as Reggy jumped off the platform without explanation or waiting.

Everything stopped at the sudden self dismissal, while Reggy was looking at the stunned Toser and Bamil in brief shock. Bamil fell to his knees and scooped as many coins as possible until the whistle or whatever was used to signal the end went off. Bamil was declared the hero with a margin of 5 coins ahead of the wererat.

No matter, the King of Spiders was suitably impressed and the group attended his office for the letter he promised. All were feeling pretty flushed with victory and the chest full of coins won through gambling. No one had noticed that Yhrackin was still not with them.

That was when the group realised the cage was open, no drake to be seen and the smell of vermin repellant was still strong. No one moved, as they all watched the King of Spiders reaction, prepared to fight to the death.

He laughed and got another chest to hand us one of the letters.

Still unsure what happened, but confident that we knew who would know, we thanked the King of Spiders and left Eels End as fast as small feet can move.

It was only yesterday!

[Bamil leaves the interrogation room and heads to the barracks area that are their lodging tonight]

Bamil lays out the collection of valuables he has earned as his share over the last two days. Looking at the gold bars, small pile of jewellry, sachets of shiver, and golden sails grouped in fistfuls on the blanket he realises the depth of the last two days.

It was only yesterday that he found and killed Gaedren Lamm at the abandoned fishmongers in partnership with a barmaid, tinker, noble lady and young traveling monk. Back then he was living rough in the streets with a few pinch to his name after a year in the black prison of Korvosa accused of murder.

Before his arrest, he was training as an illusionist in a renowned Acadamae preparing for the day the Order called on him. Those days of study seem so long ago. Today he raided a butchery and captured a deserter from the Korvosian Guard while armed as the caravan guards that attend the merchant stalls. He has spent more time with blood than ink and cast more spells in battle now than all the time in the Acamadae. If only the tutors knew what they should teach their apprentices to be able to survive on the streets.

Seeing the wealth assembled in front of him, Bamil cannot believe that he possesses more wealth than his family held in five years, let alone just two days. What will I be, what will I see and what will i have done by the end of the week? Will I succumb to greed or one of the other sins from the past historical records. Will one of the ratpack become corrupted and be killed by my hand for doing so?

It is surprising that adventurers don't go mad with the daily events they face if the last two days of our journey is an indication. It would be wise to steel our minds and prepare for the dangers of the soul that we will surely face here in Korvosa.

Blood & Fish guts
The Holy Book of Spiral Bones

[After the room has been made safe and the group is settling in for the night]

Sitting at the desk with the glow of a small candle, Bamil has an iron framed book open as he turns pages with care. With careful deliberation Bamil scribes new arcane evocations into his holy text. The tapping of quill on ceramic pot is frequent as the scratches of goose quill slowly fade each time to begin anew.

After several hours Bamil closes the book reverantly and whispers quiet prayers while holding his silver scarab beetle amulet in his hands. A fresh layer of dirty ash has been applied to his face with the spiral of the Lady of Graves drawn on his forehead, yet he seems at peace for once.

A fading azure glow can be seen coming from the holy text when Bamil snuffs out the candle and packs his gear away.

As Bamil rolls out his bedroll in the corner near the wall opposite the door, he thinks to himself about his mission now that Gaedren Lamm has been dealt with. Is this group suitable to assist me in completing this vital task? Time will tell.

Bamil places a small piece of the fortune tellers Cheliaxian bread on his bedroll for his friend to enjoy tonight and lays his head down to sleep.

[Crawling along the edges of the room is a small plump brown water rat that makes it way to Bamil's bedroll and nestles in for the night]

Muttering to the rat, "Well, what have you been up to my friend? Any news of the streets?"

[The rat doesn't answer and chews the bread quickly]


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