Titan's Reach

Theodorus' First Letter to His Troupe
Adventuring, Trip One, At Ghost Village Seeking Treasure and Fame

Dear Troupe:

I can’t believe how long it has taken for my adventuring to begin. It seemed like months since we parted ways. I have made some friends here at North Pass. Some of them our odder than others. You all remember the cleric of some diety and claiming to be noble and his mechanical friend named Build. He has stuck around town as well. I can’t decide if he is trying to convert everyone to his religion, is asking for donations, or is trying to get a church built. There is a delusional halfing all dressed in green, that claims he has a pot of gold or something that we need to help him recover, named Lucius. You remember Leo, that elven ranger that with a name that sounds like he is part dragon, stayed behind as well when you left, he got some map from a whack job and we decided to go check it out. We left and followed the river. I’m not sure how I will survive listening to Lucius talk about his pot of gold or that Nomead about his diety of choice and treasure. I’m not sure which is worse. I should have taken Olga’s wax ear covers so I could tune them out better. You know the ones she secretly uses to avoid her husband Ruben’s snoring. Oh sorry, Olga, but honestly everyone knows and you shouldn’t be ashamed. How is his health by the way? I hope he is still taking the elixer I made him.

Note to self on scratch paper: Work on removing the sour taste in silence potions so they can be mixed in with waterskins or wine in the future.

We came across a flock of wild sheep. That isn’t all that strange in the plain lands around North Pass, but you would never believe me when I tell you what happened next. The delusional halfing decided to sing for them which got their attention and annoyed three rams. Leo, the nature friendly ranger tried to calm them down while I started juggling and trying to distract the group away from interacting with the flock so we could go about our business. That utterly failed, not because my performance was flawed, but because of Build. Build stormed down into the flock scaring them and making the rams all defensive.

Though he is annoying I have to admit the halfing was quick on his feet and decent with magics. He tried to put them all to sleep and almost pulled it off. One remained awake and annoyed. Already close at hand the ranger attack it, but it struck back. I think Leo took more than he gave that time around. The metal and wooden monstrosity that seems to have taken a liking to Nomead the annoying Cleric of Cétharé ran over and literally grabbed the ram by the horns and fought to move it, but it broke the hold, but couldn’t get through the metallic hide. Really how do they make those things? Personally I stood back in complete disbelief that 1) the halfing had tried to perform for sheep, 2) a nature lover like the ranger couldn’t keep them from attacking, 3) that Build could talk. Coming to my senses I made my way forward and seeing that we wouldn’t be leaving the rams alone I smacked it with the long spear you all bought me. Between Nomead, myself, Build, and Leo we scared it pretty good and it ran off. I really hope this isn’t what adventuring is all about. It is my turn for our night watch. I’ll write more later…

So after our adventures with rams and sheep we kept on moving for several hours. Leo and I found a nice place on the edge of a elevated section of forest to camp at. I miss our camp sites something horrible. There was no stories, no music, no bonfires, and no tents. About half way through my watch I saw the sheep flock off in the distance. I’m assuming it was the same one of course. They do all look alike you know unless your their shepherd. All and all it was a pretty quiet night. We moved on the next morning.

Note to self on scratch paper: TO DO: Whip up some perfumes and colognes for future escapades to remove foul odors. Secondary idea: Develop a stink bomb using skunk stench. Potentially good idea, but could be messy and dangerous on a date night

Later in the day we came across the village on the map. It was filled with an eerie silence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Looking around it was very strange. The buildings are all in pretty bad disrepair. I noticed that the farmers fields looked a little odd and everything around us looked like it hadn’t been used for a long, long time. Not much to write about so far you might be thinking, but that is when everything gets really weird.

The first odd thing was a ghostly halfing girl crying and jumping into a well and vanishing almost by clockwork. The next thing was in a house. The amount of bugs and decay in this home would have had little Sue screaming and walking on air right back out. I mean it looked like the place had been abandoned for a century. Which is weird because it looked like the outside had been repaired and the field had been recently tilled. I know your thinking, there is a ghost girl isn’t that weird enough? The answer is no. It got weirder still. Searching the house and scattering bugs I found the bedroom which had two halfing bodies long dead and all dried and wrinkle. They seemed odd for century old corpses. I mean they should have been dust by now. The cleric concentrated and waved his hands around a bit and touched one of the two bodies. Why on earth would you touch a dead body? He jumped back as if he got shocked and then the freaking eyes opened. I’ll write again soon. This has me way to freaked out to say more now.

Your adventuring juggler,

Journal of Nomead Reyals
Titan's Reach, mysterious town, Glory to Cethare

I met some companions outside of North Pass. One of them had a map to a town to the north west. I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity spread the word of Cethare. The travel there was pretty uneventful. we had a run in with the some sheep. I’m not sure why but Leo, the one with the map, attacked the innocent creatures, while Little Lucius tried to gain their attention through song, Horrible Song (I must remember to show him some verses from Cethare).
Three of them seemed to be standing between us and the rest of the herd. As Leo advanced, two seemed to doze off, as the third seemed bothered by Leo. Leo stabbed at the sheep and the sheep rammed him with it’s horns. Build ran to his aid and grabbed the sheep and kept it from hurting Leo further. Theodore and I ran to aid Leo as Leo pulled back safely away from the sheep. Theo Struck the animal causing it great pain. I flew in triumphantly with my long spear and slammed it on the ground, scarring the sheep away. Thank Cethare I was able to stop the fighting without further injury to the creature or to Leo. We moved on found a good place to camp. I aided Leo with his injuries and went to rest.

The Next day we set off to the town on Leo’s map. It was a small town, what wonders I could have shown them of with the Words of Cethare. Upon closer inspection it seemed to have been abandoned. we noticed a spirit seemingly trapped in the last moments of it’s life looking over the shoulder down the main road and then jumping into the towns well. Build helped lower Lucius down into the well to get a better look. Unfortunately the day was getting late and not even with Cethare’s Light could help Lucius see anything in the water(I surely believe he is blind as how could Cethare’s Light not help him see in the darkness). We joined Theo and Leo at one of the Houses and found what looked to be a double sized bed for halflings. On it were to somewhat well preserved halfling bodies. We were not able to determine a cause of death as the bodies seemed uninjured. I attempted to cast virtue and see if i could possible put some life into the body of one of them but it as resisted violently. as this happened it opened it’s Eyes. Cethare Save us…

sheep and halflings

Sheep are hooved creatures who stand in the way. Lyrical beasts, they keep their messages to themselves, bleeting away nonsense. If only we could capture the imagination of these gentle giants. Their bleets could be turned into bellows. And these bellows would ring far and wide as the essence of music.

Halflings can capture this music. Those that die, leave behind this essence. This pain. Those with tainted souls must be silenced so that those in shackles can be set free. The song sung by the freed halfling soul will mix with the melody of the bellowing sheep. And the universe shall be at piece once again. Symmetry.

Leo's Journal
Getting to know new friends...

Starting off this morning, I left town with the group of friends that I met through Theo. His traveling circus definitely has encountered some strange people. I checked the map one last time before we headed out following the river west toward the village marked on the map given to me by the old man.
After journeying a bit, we came across some wild sheep. The strange little halfling approached them singing, which seemed to startle some, but alerted three rams. The bodyguard machine also started to approach them, which angered them some. After a failed attempt to placate them, the three rams started towards us. The little halfling thankfully put two to sleep, but the third kept coming, so I drew my rapier and nicked the beast. In return, it bruised me good. The machine approached it and grappled it allowing me to pull back and draw my bow. I fired but missed. The rich boy and Theo approached it, the rich boy; still complaining it was only trying to play, batted at it with his spear to no avail. After the machine scuffled a bit more with the ram, it ran off.
We journeyed a bit longer until dusk. We found a small, ideal campsite and made arrangements for the night’s watches. The rich boy was more helpful than I was expecting, as he was able to heal most of my bruises. The night passed uneventfully.
The next morning found us continuing the journey towards the village. As we found it, Theo remarked that he had an unpleasant feeling about the place. As the group entered the town, we saw a strange halfling girl that occupied the groups interest. My interest was the poorly tilled soil and the dilapidated house. Someone has been tilling the soil poorly in an effort to make it look like it is being farmed. Going into the house, Theo and I found it infested with bugs. As he went to check the back room, I went to explore the kitchen. Nothing has lived here, most likely for ages. It sounds as though most of the rest of the group has joined Theo and that there is some commotion…

Day One

Today we leave town with Prince-Friend. His comrades-at-arms are odd. One plays a strange game of toss with himself — keeping three unexploding grenades aloft simultaneously, and seemingly in a circle with no magic. All seem amused at this. A small green cadet marches with us who causes wool-meat mammals to fall down. One such wool-meat mammal charged Prince-Friend’s comrade so I tried to toss. Animal ran away. Good riddance.

We camp for the night. I stay up as strong war-forged needed no rest after such a short march.

Next day we entered a small fort with satisfactorily-built bunkers. Many small, not-well-lit, same-looking female cadets ran into a well over and over again. Build lowered Small Green Man down to scout well. Build pulled Small Green Man back up. Humans sense “funny feelings.” Build not sure what that means. But nothing to kill, nothing to build. So Build keeps red eyes on Prince-Friend.

Wealth or Death
Player Opportunity

You’ve seen them before. Fast talking con-men, looking to score quick coin off of someone else’s misery. This guy is no different. “Hey there,” he says, sliding up to you like he grew up with you.

“You look like you’re someone special — going important places, doing important things.” He glances around slyly, then leans in conspiratorially.

“You’re heading inta th’ Reach, aren’t you?” Nodding thoughtfully, he reaches into a pouch upon his belt, drawing forth a roll of parchment. As he holds it out, you can see that the edges are charred and blackened.

“This,” he says in a low whisper as his eyes dart around as if looking for eavesdroppers, “is a map to great treasure.”

He stares intently into your eyes. “I can’t exactly tell how I came by it now, but it ain’t doing me any good. You, though…”

He glances away, towards the foreboding mountains in the distance, then shoves the delicate roll into your hand. “You can have it.”

First person with a ready character (ie, has the achievement “Ready to Rumble”) that claims this story gets the map.

Update: Map claimed by Leo Drakechild


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