Rise of the Runelords

Case File Foxglove Manor
as written by the Sheriff

I should hardly believe the adventurer’s report except the cost of their comrade, Brion the monk, and evidence of the decayed undead body of Aldurn Foxglove. They claimed the old manor itself seemed to come alive with unkind spirits of malevolent intent. It is wondrous any made it out alive. To have them tell it, the family was cursed for sometime. The elder Foxglove was forlorn for an earlier time of life and begun experiments in necromancy in hopes of finding the key to his youth. This invited the evil that consumed the family in death. Mother Foxglove learned too late and tried to save her children. Only Aldurn survived.

His return to the manor coincided to the string of murders in Sandpoint. Even his wife was among the innocent victims taken as his mind began to slip it seemed. The final words of Aldurn seem to confirm the most terrifying aspect, he was aware of his actions but unable to control them, as a man caught inside the magic jar of his mind. His father struggled enough to wrest control of his thoughts to take his own life. The adventurer’s tried reasoning with the corrupted Aldurn. He tried to do good in coming back from Riddleport, restoring the family name. Sometimes evil itself is so subtle as to evade our senses before the damage is done.

The death of Heroes

Brion was feeling strange the whole day, but everyone was feeling strange in the nightmare house,Haunt after haunt plagued the adventurers, while only divulging fractions of crucial information.The first few floors gave nothing but frights, but the attic delivered something much more sinister. Room after room, the party systematically went, until a blood-curdling scream echoed down the long, warped hallway. Brion and Auron spearheaded a charge for the door, and flung Brion Baelithe obstacle back on it’s hinges.
To their dismay, a lone figure of a woman stood, entranced in the view of a mirror. Her flesh was rotting, and the whole room felt a bitter-cold draft.
Head full of zeal and fists clenched like iron, our heroes dove into conflict.
After a quick exchange, Auron tried to abscond to better utilize hi ranged weapon in the confined space of the attic room, and Brion went to divert attention from the child-sized rogue. This proved a fatal error, for the woman raked his flesh with her decaying fingers, than closed for an embrace that shattered not just the dreams of an unconscious Brion, but his spine as well.
The story of the great monk from the mountains was cut short from a death embrace ofa woman too far underestimated.
The group of wayward souls did not grieve long for their comrade in arms, but scavenged what they could after the enemy was slain and carried on to defeat he haunt in the basement of the house, Where one Aldurn Foxglove had secluded himself, awaiting the party within his poisoned mind.

Loot From Foxglove Manor
or Bring Out Your Dead

Loot From Foxglove Manor

famous painting of bull fight 600gp
Pick +1 > up for grabs or sell for 1269.4gp
20pp or 200gp
scroll of lighting bolt > to Calmar or sell for 206.25gp
scroll of keen edge > to Calmar or sell for 206.25gp

What Brion bequeate the party:
Ioun Stone (+1 Acrobatics) > up for grabs
Ring of Protection +1 > to Bledyn
Amulet of Natural Armour +1 > to Aruon
360gp each (Does this change after the additional death?)

What was found on Alden Foxglove’s body?

EXP from haunted house was 4176.

What is a Magical Item Between Friends
About a cut of my share that's what!

“What do you mean we are splitting the gold six ways!” Bartigan said in frustration.

The group had been arguing over the calculus of their newfound loot for some time before the fighter had joined them. It appeared that even though Brion had received the magical amulet as reward, he would also be getting an equal share of the loot. The party’s punching bag continued to live up his poor reputation as a taker more than a giver. Bad felt this was a raw deal but at the same time was pleased to be getting a substantial payday for his efforts, although he felt like asking for more. Brion meanwhile, could not help wipe the smug smile across his face.

“This is how we have always done it.” Bleeden retorted. “If he calls the item then he gets it on top of the loot.” Bartigan continued performing his incredulous demeanor.

Calmar, the spell slinger of few words, could read the body language of the wayward mercenary and determine what would alleviate his worries. “Listing if you would Bad, I think I understand what is amicable in this situation,” persuaded the mage. “When Brion determines the piece of equipment unusable or needed, he will part with it and share the bounty with us all.”

Brion suddenly dropped his smile. Bad let the words ring then lit up in response. “Excellent! And when he is dead, we will split that evenly as well,” quipped the warrior in jest towards the monk. Brion gave a despising glare toward the sardonic scab of a man.

Murders Most Foul
or How I Learned to Hold My Breath

With the goblin threat dissipated, and not knowing where Nualia went after she fled Thistletop, everyone decided to enjoy a nice break. Several party members went to Magnimar to shop for equipment they could not find in Sandpoint.

After 6 days of shopping and rest, Sheriff Hemlock came to the Rusty Dragon and told them about a new series of murders, the most resent of which occurred the night before. Banny Harker, and his girlfriend Katrine Vinder, were murdered during the night at the lumber mill where Banny worked. Balor was asking for help, because a note for Brion was pinned to Banny.


The Leads

Sandpoint Lumber Mill: Since the murders occurred here, Sheriff Hemlock suggested that the investigation begin here, especially since he wanted to have the place cleaned up and the bodies moved elsewhere.

Ibor Thorn: Ibor discovered the bodies when he showed up for work. The sheriff had already questioned Ibor and didn’t think the frightened man knew much more.

Ven Vinder: Katrine’s father was the only suspect, although Balor was fairly certain that Ven was innocent.

The First Murders: Three con men from the town of Galduria were found murdered in an abandoned barn south of town a few days ago — their bodyguard survived the assault but went insane and was sent a the local Sanatorium.

The Rune: Banny had a seven-pointed star carved into his chest.

After arriving at the lumber mill, everyone began to investigate the crime scene. The mill interior was coated with sawdust strewn with footprints and splashes of blood, suggesting a desperate struggle took place several hours before. Upon examination, it became apparent that one set of footprints was barefoot and reeked of rotten meat.

The whole place stank of decay, almost as if an animal had died somewhere in the room and its remains were allowed to ripen.

Katrine had been shoved into the log-splitter, which killed here instantly and spat her mutilated body on the lower floor amid piles of firewood. Next to her body, an axe lay embedded in the floor, Katrine’s bloody fingerprints upon the handle. The head of the axe was caked with rotten flesh and fragments of bone which emitted a strong, rotten meat smell. Anna was able to identify it as the smell of a ghast.

More to come.

A Barghest Meets...
a Paladins Smite Evil!

Cela had come down with the Mayor as advance guard from Magnimar to access the situation and deem if it warranted escalation. She was to comfort the townsfolk and their suspicions as the story the Mayor told seemed fantastic and improbable. She really did hope this was not a wet nurse errand once more. She was hoping to face some action soon. That is why when the adventures began to spin their yarn, she took flight of it as an escape to battle. Sure, she had placated the towns folk for a few days, and it was evident that something big was brewing. But glory would not escape her for mind numbing paperwork. She immediately raised swords to assist with the adventures last goal to clean out the remnants of the goblin ruins.

later that day

The group huddled around Cela, for her divine protection it seemed. From descriptions, the last several outings had been almost deadly. The troop chose not to talk about their lost comrade, or the fact a mercenary had so easily gained their trust. It was of little concern; the enemy of my enemy is my friend. As they ventured through the second level, the group stumbled upon imposing stone double doors. Brion, the monk, took to scouting ahead. As they opened the doors, the group peered into the sarcophagi laded room beyond. Cela could sense the evil near. A cry out to the group was not fast enough as darkness where there was light began to move across the ceiling to strike at the monk. “Shadows!” someone shouted. Beings without form began to weaken the party, seeking to create more like unto themselves. Cela witnessed the group rally to drive off the spirits while calling out the shots. After much fighting, the threats dissipated as well as some of the adventures’ strength.

Turning back, the group discovered a new area behind a wealthy illusion. Behind laid three foreboding doors. The first held a regal figure trapped in illusion and time, repeating some strange phrase over and over. The second laid waste to tools and bone. Inside this mess laid a strange seven started rune with a handle. It just so happened to fit conveniently in the last door. The sense of ill fate filling the air, the party began is casting successful.

The Barghest snapped and roared while blinking into and out of existence. The group had quickly encircled the beast to prevent escape. They had researched the animal and identified its week prior to returning. The magica weapons proved all the difference in the fight. The first blow knocked the beast prone but afterwards, it continued to fight. It was only after the group had whittled down the outsider that several landed smites had taken their effect. A dead Barghest was easier to hit for Auron.

The group spent the remainder or the day searching the Tassalonian ruins. Finding a secret passage to the sea, a large crab with the shell of a rune giant helmet tried grappling the group only to get the smack down. Overall, the threat was neutralized and Cela had an adventure to report back. “Writing this one would not be so difficult because it was a challenge,” she thought.

Thistletop Stage Cleared!
Time Bonus: 0

We all got 1028xp each, well earned everyone.

Auron says he can get better prices (+10%). Loot to sell and divide by six (that Paladin volunteered their services after all):

Silver Coffer -60 gp
Tools -60gp
(60) Lesser Magical Candles -15gp each = 900gp
Rune Giant Helmet -1800gp
3500 sp
630 gp
40 precious stones (Auron appraise please) -400gp total (no bonus to sell these, but you get 100% of value)
Crabmeat (refrigerated) 100lb -10gp
Ring of Force Shield -5200gp

Total sold: ? (if I had to guess 6k+) -9410gp
Five way split (who ever gets the amulet does not get the gold): ?
(if I had to guess 1.2k+)
Note by Deg: In the past the party has distributed desirable items amongst the party and then sold what was left and split the gold evenly. I don’t care which of these methods you use, but please be sure to consult Bleddyn on this new method.

Stuff to fight over:

Jade Amulet (+1 natural armor) – Brion really really really wants this ( to buy one would be about 2000 gp)

We got one week to wander Sandypoint or visit Magnimar. I know I need a refill of magic weapon and protection from evil potions as well as payback for the extra magic weapon I used against the Barghest (150gp all together). Thank you Anna.

Inbetween the Lines
Downtime in Sandypoint

Many tomes lined the shelves of The Curious Goblin. Books of all different sizes and ages littered the tables in disarray. Bartigan lifted the cover of one. “101 Recipes for Onions and Turnips” one would have to be desperate to read this one he thought as he took a bit of his apple. His disgusted was lost upon Anna as she quickly descended on a particular stack of literature. They had ventured to the local library to research more on the beast in the ruins, this Barghest. Auron was also lingering with them. I did not take the scholar long before she located script that described the creature. “Why did we not use my monster book?” questioned the halfling. “Because pec…” Bartigan was about to say rudely before getting a stern look from Anna. “er, Auron. This beast is not a demon we believe,” the fighter finished. “That is correct.” Anna chimed as she began making notes on her own parchment.

“How long will this take? You write slow.” Auron continued to prattle. Bartigan took to distracting himself by searching deeper into archives. Sitting on the top shelf, a black tome inlaid with an imposing swordsman drew his attention. “Tales of the Blade: A Swordlords Memory” said the book title. He began to read, seeing that Anna would be awhile. Auron sneaked into under his arm, “Is this a picture book?” the rogue wit-fully commented to Bad. “No.” Bartigan said under his breath, “but it does tell me how to silence a halfling.” Really? How is that murfff!" Bartigan shoved the remaining apple into Auron’s mouth and continued to read. This stuff could be useful one day.

Boss Fight
Two ways to kill a monk, but you are going to need three

Aron only opened the door once the group was ready bows in hand, spirits raised. The corridor, dimly lit, was ominous in its glow. The party shuffled forward in curiosity. At the far end of the call stood a bifurcated statue of someone long gone, flanked by two stout doors. THere were two similar alcoves closer holding menacing men with glaives. Before them stood a section of the floor different than the others. It beckoned investigation. Aron knelt low, expecting the mechanism to spring at his touch. Sure enough, two portcullises dropped down to ensnare the unsuspecting. The statues seemingly came to life as they struck down their blades against the floor until it fell away, revealing a deep pit. The halfling felt especially accomplished for detecting the device and disabling the mechanism safely for others.

The party shuffled down the remainder of the hall. Stopping at the two doors, both the rogue and ranger took time listening beyond the barrier. Bledden responded in the negative. Meanwhile, Aron detected faint shuffling beyond his portal.

At this point it is proper to mention nobody can tell what goes through a hobbits head when they have an idea. It is best described by the result, both fantastic like bacon flavored ice cream and inconceivable such as Aron’s idea…

The hobbit’s eyes grew, looking back to his companions. A flash of confusion washed over them as the hobbit began speaking draconic as menacing as a three foot creature could. Bad Bartigan rolled his fortitude save not to laugh. Encouraging the haflings thinking, Calmar initiated a strange roar of beasts. Who ever was behind the door would either be not impressed or rolling on the floor laughing. The element of suprise was lost to madness. “Oh well,” Bad said to himself. “Here goes nothing, Aaarg!”, he led rushing through the door, war face and all.

Immediately the group felt the same terror that filled them facing the pair of Yath hounds. There was only one dog this time but commanded by a beautiful angel of demonic scars. It was her! Brion rushed into position for flanking while the hound let out a howl. Anne felt the tinges of fear but was able to push back the urge to run this time. She could see Bledden’s panic and knew he was not so lucky. Motioning to Calmar, Anna coordinated to keep the warrior from running off to regions unknown. Somehow, the magus was able to hold the stout ranger long enough for the cleric to cast a hold spell. First crisis avoided.

Bad stepped into the room, deftly dodging both the yath hound and evil cleric’s attack attempts. A confident smile, smug even, filled his grin as he trashed down a solid hit against the mistress of the keep. Aron followed up with a well placed sling stone that cracked bone where it struck. Brion attempted to penetrate the fell cleric’s defences but each blow glanced off her, one erringly striking Bad in the arm. Then the evil cleric took retribution, severly wounding the monk and then felling him. Things began to look dire.

Anna felt it was not the best situation but decided to channel her positive energy into saving Brion. This also had equal effect on Nutela. Aron was not having success with the attacks, so he helped contain Bledden as he awoke from his hold. Calmar found his energy to deliver true attacks against the fell one. Energy rippled over her skin, some being absorbed and only causing samll burn marks. Calmar and Bad then began shifting their position to flank her. Meanwhile, the yath hound attempted attacks in vain. Focusing her attack, Nutela strikes at the monk in rage for his insolence of breathing again. Deja vu over came Brion, the spiral path of Pharasma once more in front of him, if only for a few seconds, before he could feel the touch on his chest. “Jaigo?” questioned the monk. It was really Bartigan applying troll septic to the wound, which quickly began to regenerate ever so slow. Somehow he dodged the evil cleric’s blows while doing so. She grew in her vexation.

Anna loaded the cross bow with the silver bolt and took aim. A critical strike to the yath hound struck the animal dumb and incapacitated. Fortune began to shine on the group. Bledden, having come to his senses, rushed back to the group. Flashbacks of Jaigo’s death filled his mind seeing Brion down. “Not this time!” resolved the ranger, moving into position to supply a potion to the prone monk. “Just play dead,” was the ranger’s recommendation as Bartigan and Calmar dealt with the Aisimar’s attacks. The fighter made a show by spouting poetry about a rainbow of pain, but then proceeded to miss. Then Anna got an idea…

The problem with thrown weapons is that they bounce around if the miss their target. This happens a lot when the table is rolling sub-ten.

Three tanglefoot bags later, Brion is moving half his speed which keeps up with half the party. Calmar is glued to the floor. And Nutela is escaping through an obscuring mist and last ditch invisibility draught. Anna tried caltrops, Bledden tried one last tanglefoot bag, and yet Bad was able to place himself between the door and the hallway beyond, only to feel a small breeze past by. Was she still in the room? He shut the door hedging his bet. It was a fruitless search. She had escaped. Meanwhile the party counted their blessings and took note of the next time.

Aron broke the party’s exasperation, “I am going back to the room to check for gold, I mean loot. No, traps! That is what i mean traps, yes…” the halfing flared his fingers together mischievous.

A New Contract
How to make friends and influence people

Bad Bartigan grinded his teeth, something he did when he was frustrated. Bledden had felt the need to tend to the wounded mare for some reason. Meanwhile, Cal did not believe Bad when he said the secret was behind the commode. Auron was either adventurous enough or a connoisseur of bad hygiene as he looked for the secret panel that revealed the locked chest in the room beyond. Greed filled his eyes as he took his lock pick to the device. “Ouch!” exclaimed the Halfling, holding his hand in blood. Anna reviewed the damage, “It looks like I can clean it but I cannot tell if it was poisoned or else…” Auron’s eyes grew to saucer size in anxiety. These distractions gave Bad a chance to lead the group down the anterior stairwell, where they might be able to catch Tsuto off guard. He had plans to make the most of his new found friends, revenge and jealousy just seemed appropriate today. Once down stairs, they scoured the planning room. The door leading downward was blocked from the other side. They would have to look at that later.

Heading to the chapel, the group was soon able to investigate the statue to Lamatshu and the foul decorations of the shrine. The back door did not reveal anything unusual for a dungeon. They found the torture chamber devoid of actual torture. The group had apparently done a rather good job cleaning out the goblins from the day before. They decided to return to the blocked door.

Bledden took a mighty heave at the portal. pushing back the lock and stacked furniture behind preventing entry into the room. Immediately a painful energy filled his body and he staggered and struggled to support his weight. The battle began. The group prepared to pull the enemy into the larger room but when that did not work, Bad Bartigan stood up and entered into the room with the evil monk. “Come at me!” howled the sword lord. The monk quickly tried to hit the greatest swordsman that ever lived. His speed was no match to Bad’s awesomeness. Providing cover, Bad Bartigan allowed the party to move by him to chase down the magi. “Be careful with her, she is mine!” his words following their heels. Bledden was not feeling well enough to care at that point.

Brion ran down the woman and engaged her, only to be thwarted by mirror images. Cal did equal attempts to reduce the defenses of the magi. Anna prepared to counter the next magi spell, it never came. Instead Bledden bounded down the stairs, after the magi that had made him feel so inferior. He landed hard against the wall leaping through a magic image. She disappeared around the corner. Brion ran straight into the new room cutting the magi’s opportunity to escape. Anna took control of the situation and casted a spell that would reveal the enemy. Lit like a holiday rocket, Bledden stepped forward to deliver the killing blow to the magi.

Meanwhile, Auron could feel the pressure building as he was unable to hit the monk and his lightning fighting. The monk also began to focus on Auron, being the far easier creature to hit. Bad Bartigan tried slipping up the warrior by kicking a few items under the monk’s feet. Successful, the monk backed himself in a corner. The battle was over as soon as it was clear the monk would die by his wounds. Cleaning his blade, Bad motioned to Bledden, “Did you find my fire woman?” Bledden stood.

“It is so hard to explain to people that Dread Pirate Roberts might have been the best swordsman in the world but that he was no match for the greatest swordsman that ever lived. Understand the difference?” Bad Bartigan mused to Brion once more. Brion clearly thought Bad had too much the night before to be making any sense this morning.


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