Khevoran 3 Session Notes – 29 April 2017

Khevoran 3 Session Notes – 29 April 2017

13 Calistril – 16 Calistril, 44NC Snot returns from a constitutional convinced that the party is being followed.  The group finds a suitable ambush point and hunkers down to wait.  Snot scouts their backtrail and finds evidence that a party of 6-8 people, with at least one horse, one elf-kin, and two halflings are pursuing them – but the trail vanishes mysteriously shortly north of the party’s previous camp.  The party waits out the remainder of the day but nothing happens, so they proceed North the next morning. The next night, the party literally stumbles into a very well-hidden trapper camp and it’s lone attendant, a wiry old man calling himself Billy Bones.  His story, that he was doing some late winter trapping out of Giles’...

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 8 April 2017

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 8 April 2017

3 Calistril – 13 Calistril, 44NC After a pitched fight in the dark, the party dispatches their assailants, capturing two, including the platoon Sergeant.  The prisoners validate Smoot’s intelligence:  there is a company of Westergarde regulars moving into Harrowburg and several patrols were dispatched to monitor the environs and attempt to capture anyone leaving the Mengst Farm.  The survivors are left alive, tied up in the woods. The group moves North through the hills on their long trek to the Giles estate.  Over the course of the next week or so they make fair time and progress and continue their careful conversations to get to know each other....

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 1 April 2017

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 1 April 2017

The party has an hour to rest before dinner, and spent the time in idle chit-chat. Dinner was served to the unit, with Vladimir and Diego attending.  When the porters conveniently neglected to serve dinner to Snot, Vlad got up and read the following from a parchment loud enough that everyone in the house could hear:   My name is Starry Night Over Trees, Stra’Chik of The People of Mud and Night.   Forty-five years ago, when the Waygate opened, my people were enslaved.  It was as if our hearts were gripped by an invisible hand and white-hot rage was poured into our veins.  We went mad.  With others of the deeps, the Orcs, the elves of the night, the deep dwarves, who all, for their own reasons I do not understand, were filled with hate as well, we invaded...

Interlude: Twelve Years Ago….

Year 32 of the New Calendar – The Southern Masaan Range   An old man, a woman, and a twelve-foot-tall stone giant follow a ridgeline high in the mountains amidst gale-force winds and biting snow.  She stumbles and nearly slips down the slope to her death, but is caught by the old man, who plants his staff in the snow and uses it as an anchor to pull them both back to the path.   “We can’t go on like this, girl, you’re leading us to our doom!” he shouts.   “Just a little farther, there’s shelter!” she responds.   “How can you possibly know that?!?!  No one has ever lived up here!”   She smiles and pats him on the cheek with frostbitten hands and continues trudging ahead.   Another hour passes, and the two human travellers are...

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 18 March 2017

Khevoran 3 Session Notes: 18 March 2017

The campaign begins with a cutscene. Twenty years ago, around October of 1997, I began telling a story.     This is how it ends.   —   At the edge of the swamps north of Trinsic, there stood a dark tower.  Soldiers drilled in a small patch of land cleared between the tower and the bay and crossbowmen stood watch behind the parapets.  Inside, they drank, slept, laughed.  Did all the things that soldiers do.   There was a large room at the top of the tower, packed full of books, maps, and the occasional martial bauble.  There were two desks, a small one, at the back, where an old man sat translating an ancient and brittle scroll into a fresh book, and a large one in the middle of the room, facing the door, where a middle-aged man sat,...

Khevoran 2 Finale & Epilogue

Khevoran 2 Finale & Epilogue

It turns out that the leader of the Slayers, a fellow calling himself Rock, is a distant cousin of Gronk’s, and he spends quite a lot of time while traveling listening to the tales of the party.  That evening after dinner, he approaches Gronk.  During the conversation, Moriel finds a rock in the woods with “The Woman Is A Lie” carved into it.  Cutscene ensues. — [Rock very deliberately lays out two tin cups full of some thick brew, loads a pipe, lights it, and sets it down between the cups.  Pretty much Dwarven for “we need to talk”] Seems to me, you’ve been set up. Been talking to your mates – sounds like that dark goddess got her claws into one of the ancient ones, woke ‘im up, drove ‘im mad, made...

Khevoran 2 Session Notes: 25 September 2010

The party arrives at the cavernous city of Karak’Ven.  The people they come across seem both surprised and appalled to see the non-Dwarves and shocked to see Gronk, but they are very obviously in the cusp of an evacuation and most just continue on about their hurried ways.  It doesn’t take long before a band of the local constabulary arrived and, recognizing Gronk, ushered the party through the city to a small command center.  They were greeted by Dorn Heavyfoot, chief advisor to Prince Borin Ironfist, who was in Karak’Ven overseeing the evacuation.  He, like nearly every other Dwarf encountered, recognizes Gronk and seems delighted to see him, but remained aloof as decorum would demand until all of the Dwarves had left the...