Book 3: Act 1 - The Stuff of Legends

Enter the Stolen Lands, a wilderness claimed by nobles, bandits, and beasts alike. Into this territory the fractious country of Brevoy sends its emissaries, tasking them with subduing the lawless folk and deadly creatures that have made it a realm of savagery and shame. Beyond the last rugged frontier stretches the home of voracious monsters, capricious fey, wily natives, and bandits who bow to the rule of a merciless lord none dare defy. Can the our heroes survive the Stolen Lands, bring their dangers to heel, and lay the foundations of a new kingdom? Or will they just be one more fateful band, lost forever to the ravenous wilds?

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Post by Graven » Fri Apr 03, 2020 4:41 am

Arenhal nods, moving toward the target. Even crossing the street in full light, he seems to be hiding, moving straight across the street, but also directly toward shadow. "If there's more rats, we close the door again," he promises.
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Post by Vardaen » Mon Apr 06, 2020 6:09 pm

Ooops! I made a mistake on the map. The Rat infested Grange is the larger building. The one you are going to now is the smaller one. I'll note it on the map, doesn't really break anything.
Leaving the rats to it in the large barn you inspect the last building on this side of the road that you guess isn't just some one's home. This cottage has cheerful curtains in its windows. A number of wooden children’s toys lie abandoned in the front yard. You carefully open the door and gaze inside. The main room is cramped by a large weaver's loom and well as reels of thread all about. You noticed a half starved cat hiding under loom -- apparently it was trapped in here with no way to escape.
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Post by Othniel » Mon Apr 06, 2020 9:51 pm

"Poor creature." Nimiriel pauses to pull out a piece of dried elk meat and tosses it lightly in the general direction of the cat.

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Post by ManWithDoor » Tue Apr 07, 2020 2:26 am

The aasimar similarly takes pity upon the animal. Giving the cat plenty of space he roots around for a shallow bowl of some kind. Once he finds it, he empties some of his waterskin into it, placing it in the middle of the floor and backing up. It might love that people are back, or be terrified by the experience. Best to let it have its space for the time being.
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Post by Graven » Tue Apr 07, 2020 2:54 am

Arenhal sees the cat is well taken care of and begins looking around, "Let's see what you were locked in here with, kitty." He begins to search the room carefully, rapier out. "How long do you think it's been alone?"
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Post by Vardaen » Wed Apr 15, 2020 7:12 pm

You try and tend to the cat a little, some fresh meat, and a little water go a long way to making it feel better. Its skittish and paranoid, and you can't do more for it than that, and maybe leave the door open. If you had a druid in the group perhaps you'd get more out of the creature.

A search of the place only discovers that this place must have been a weavers home and workshop both. It was a cramped home, there must have been several children at least that lived here. Nothing more is discovered.
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Post by ManWithDoor » Fri Apr 17, 2020 10:45 pm

"Well, we haven't been able to do anything good for the people here yet. At least we were able to save a cat." He says so without sarcasm. He feels horrified and impotent, the feeling growing as they go deeper into town. Every moment of brightness helps. "Let's get going."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."

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Post by Graven » Sat Apr 18, 2020 12:11 am

Arenhal nods, "I'd like to get out of here soon, let's go." He heads opens the door, waiting for the others to leave before propping it open to make sure the cat doesn't get locked in again.
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Post by Vardaen » Mon Apr 20, 2020 7:25 pm

Cats are people too! Well, better than people, if you were to ask the cat.

Out the group goes, and across the street to the next of the larger buildings. You inspect a few more homes, some larger, some smaller, all the same sort of situation. The people just vanished without cleaning up after themselves for the most part. You then see one house unlike the others.

Unlike the other houses in town, the front door of this one has been broken down. A small yard adjoining the house and surrounded by a low picket fence holds the smashed remains of many clay vessels and statuettes.
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Post by ManWithDoor » Thu Apr 23, 2020 7:08 am

The bard approaches even more cautiously than normal, his eyes darting right and left. "Don't need to state the obvious as to why this is different. And doesn't look like someone was trapped inside and escaped, more like someone was barricaded inside, resisting whatever happened." He edges toward the side fence, moving to check the perimeter rather than diving inside.
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