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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 28C: INTO THE BANEWARRENS

September 7th, 2008
The 15th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

THE MANSION ON NIBECK STREET

Besides Taunell, Pythoness House was deserted. Neither the cultists, the chaos spirit, nor the demon had returned. Satisfied that there was nothing else to be gained there, they headed towards the mansion on Nibeck Street.

The mansion was a single-story sprawl of decayed opulence standing in the shadow of the Jeweled Cliffs. It had clearly been abandoned for some time. A dreary layer of neglect was draped over the entire structure – grime and dust and weeds.

They carefully made their way up to the grand entrance. By studying the dim tracks left in the dust outside the door, Agnarr was able to tell that a large group had recently entered the mansion. “I’m not sure how many were in the group, but some of these tracks are too large to be human. They appear to have been followed by two other people who were careful in their movements – stealthy.”

There were also several large, circular, clawed prints that none of them recognized. Agnarr couldn’t tell if these tracks had accompanied the first group or the second.

Tee carefully opened the front doors. A broad foyer with a moldering carpet was revealed. About thirty feet further on, this foyer ended in the main entrance hall which ran through the center of the building. On the opposite side of the hall they could look out through what had once been a grand living room through a wall of glass doors into the mansion’s private garden.

Agnarr was still following the tracks. “They went to the right.”

The others followed him. They passed a dining room on their left. The tracks continued further down the hall towards another door, which turned out to be the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen the hall took a sharp turn to the right.

“All right,” Tee said. “Do we keep following the tracks or should we make sure that—“

Her question was rendered moot as an orc woman came darting around the corner and, with a guttural warcry, swung her sword at Agnarr’s head.

The barbarian was surprised, but only for a moment. He easily ducked under the orc woman’s clumsy blow, whipped out his own sword, and used it to pin her to the wall.

The orc woman howled in pain. She slammed her own sword into Agnarr’s side. Agnarr barely grunted. The orc woman’s eyes widened and she tried to squirm free, but Agnarr – holding her in place with one hand – simply drew back and then severed her spine.

Tor trussed her up and Dominic healed her spine. Tee quickly rifled through her possessions, but she was carrying nothing that would identify her. Her equipment was of high quality, but generic. She had no identification papers on her. What she did have, however, was a curious ring made out of bone. Tee tried to remove it, but found that it stuck fast. Dominic inspected it and discovered that it was actually bonded to the orc woman’s finger bone.

“That’s… disturbing,” Tee said.

They woke her up and began questioning her. Unfortunately, she proved completely intransigent – hurling curses at them and then falling silent. Tee pretended to plead with her, playing the sympathetic role to the hilt. But, when she still refused to respond, Tee simply turned to Agnarr: “Do it.”

Agnarr stepped forward and ripped off her ear.

But she still wouldn’t talk.

“How is that even possible?” Elestra said. “I’m intimidated and it wasn’t even my ear.”

Dominic re-attached her ear (as much to stop her from bleeding to death as anything else) and they dumped her in a nearby closet. No one had come to help her, but they did a quick sweep of the mansion’s upper level just to be sure there wouldn’t be any more surprises. They found nothing.

THE MEANDERING PASSAGE

In the kitchen’s pantry they found a narrow flight of stone stairs leading down into a wine cellar. There were various wooden racks for bottles and a few larger ones for casks, but they were all empty. A number of the racks, however, had been toppled over and shoved off to one side of the cellar, exposing a large section of the western wall. A huge hole had been dug into this wall, leading to a long tunnel which ran out of sight.

They headed into the tunnel. The floor was bare stone and tightly compacted dirt, making it impossible for Agnarr to make out any clear trail. However, Tee was able to tell that the tunnel had been dug with large claws.

The tunnel ran in a perfectly straight line due west. After a few minutes they began to wonder exactly how far it went. It was more than 1,600 feet before they reached the first turn-off — a second tunnel broke off abruptly to the north. The walls of this second tunnel were rougher and less even — it had the appearance of a natural cave, perhaps one that had been inadvertently intersected by the tunnel they were following. They decided to bypass it and continue west.

After another thousand feet or so, the tunnel widened into a larger cavern. Loose stones and dirt covered the floor. Burrowed passages continued to the west and to the south. There were a few digging tools scattered on the floor (none of which, curiously, appeared to have been used) and a leather pack leaning up against the wall.

Digging through the leather pack they found a few miscellaneous supplies and a note:

YUINTHU’S LETTER TO KIKANUILE

Kikanuile—

I am glad to hear that your excavations are nearly complete. Fortunately, our own researches have already yielded fruit. Within the unsealed portions of the Banewarrens, you should discover a massive iron door marked with the Seal of Malkith. You will need to breach this warded door in order to penetrate deeper into the complex.

To that end, I am sending you a ring enchanted with two magical wishes. You will need to use one of the wishes to open the door – and even that will only keep it open for a moment. The second wish will be your key to get out. Use the ring with care. We do not know when we might be able to procure another.

Our attempts to divine what lies beyond the door have failed. Both our spells and our research are silent as to the location of the Grail. Discover as much as you can and then report back.

—Yuinthu

“What does it mean?” Elestra asked.

“I have no idea,” Tee said, tucking the letter away.

“Which way should we go?” Ranthir asked.

“Let’s keep heading west.”

But after a couple hundred feet, the western tunnel came to a sudden end – as if digging had simply stopped for some reason. So they doubled back and took the southern passage instead.

After about eighty feet, this second tunnel broke through into a very different-looking chamber. Rocks and dirt covered the smooth stone floor near the mouth of the tunnel, and around the edges of the gaping hole they could see pieces of jagged metal jutting out of the wall. The finished area beyond was about 30 feet wide and equally long. To the right there was an open arch. To the left, the chamber widened into an octagon-shaped area, with a narrow passage on its far side and a large steel door covered with runes and symbols standing slightly ajar opposite it on the north wall.

ENTERING THE BANEWARRENS

As they passed carefully through the jagged hole into the chamber beyond, Ranthir noticed minute runes written on the metal jutting out of the wall. He was able to identify them as arcane resonant points designed to interact with potent magic emanating from some other location.

“But what are they supposed to do?” Elestra asked.

“There’s no way to know,” Ranthir said. “I’d have to know what emanations they were meant to receive. If they were active, I might be able to deduce it. But they aren’t.”

Tee, meanwhile, had moved ahead to investigate the rune-covered door. Looking through it she saw a stark and empty chamber. She called Ranthir over to take a look at it.

He identified the runes of the door as being of a warding nature. He found traces around the edges of the door of a magical metallic substance that would have enhanced the seal on the door. “Difficult to open, but not impossible. And now that it’s been opened, the ward has been completely broken.”

“So even closing the door again wouldn’t seal it?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, close it anyway. We’ll check the southern passage first to make sure that nothing can sneak up behind us.”

VERMIN WIGHTS

The southern passage led to a large room with vaulted ceilings. A huge iron vat – at least ten feet tall and pocked with rust – stood in the center of the room. Dozens of iron buckets were stacked around it. On the far side of the room there was a wide flight of stairs leading up.

Before they could actually enter the room, however, the far corner of the room – which was shrouded in shadows – began to emit a terrible droning noise. Two humanoid figures composed of tiny insects and worms came gurgling forward like thick, black swarms given the shape and form of men.

Tee whipped out her dragon pistol and fired. The force blast ripped a hole in the first vermin-thing and left a faint, ozone-tinged stench hanging in the air. But the creature seemed barely affected – the insects of its body simply swarmed up to fill the hole.

Agnarr charged. His flaming sword ripped all the way through the nearest creature, but in the sword’s wake the creature simply reformed itself around the cut. The stench of burning insects grew thicker as Agnarr struck again and again, each time to little effect. The creature tried to strike back several times, but Agnarr was fighting in concert with Seeaeti – their mutual training clearly paying off.

The second vermin wight reached Tee. Its arm shot forward, completely enveloping her head in its squirming mass. A chill, supernatural cold began to sink down her throat, but she managed to tear herself free before suffering anything worse than minor scratches and a sense of sick nausea.

As Tee stumbled back, Tor came running up – cleaving from one end of the vermin-thing attacking her to the other. The creatures two halves fell apart… and then rejoined, crawling back together with a sickly, slurping sound.

Elestra, thinking quickly, fished a flask of oil out of her pack and threw it at the vermin-thing Tor was fighting. Agnarr stepped back, pivoted, and landed a blow with his flaming sword. The oil ignited and the vermin-thing was immolated by the wave of flames.

Tee stepped back and, drawing her own flask of oil, hurled it at the one Agnarr had just turned his back on. Agnarr whirled and a moment later there was nothing left of the creatures but two inky patches of burning grease.

Running the Campaign: On the Efficacy of Burning Oil Campaign Journal: Session 29A
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

Published scenarios often teach us that scenario hooks are a bang-bang interaction: The mysterious stranger in the corner of the tavern tells us about a mysterious artifact, hires us to go look for it, and we immediately head to the dungeon to retrieve it.

Or we’re traveling along an idyllic country road when we come across the smoking remnants of a merchant’s wagon that was attacked by goblins. The ranger finds their tracks and leads us back to their warren.

There’s nothing wrong with these bang-bang hooks. But they’re disproportionately represented in published adventures because the writers have no way of knowing what’s been happening in your campaign: Everything you need to run and play the adventure has to be self-contained in the adventure.

But as the GM, you do know what’s been going on in your campaign. In fact, you can control it. That gives you the power to easily do so much better than the author of that published scenario.

  • What if, instead of a “mysterious stranger,” it’s a long-time ally or patron of the PCs? Someone they’ve built a relationship with.
  • What if instead of fetching an artifact that an NPC wants, the McGuffin is something that the PCs need to accomplish their goals? Maybe the stranger isn’t buying their services, but selling them information.
  • Instead of a random merchant, what if the goblins attacked someone the PCs know and care about?
  • What if the goblins don’t just materialize out of thin air, but are a threat people in the local village have been talking about for weeks? Or are part of a goblin clan that the PCs have fought before?

These kinds of long-term threads will weave the adventure into your campaign. The stakes will be higher, and more meaningful to the players, because they aren’t just transitory concerns.

Long-term scenario hooks can be implemented in a variety of ways (and have a variety of effects) depending on the campaign structure you’re using, but for the sake of simplicity let’s focus on episodic campaigns for the moment — the players are presented with a single scenario; they complete the scenario; then they get presented with the next scenario.

Broadly speaking, there are two ways to implement long-term scenario hooks. First, you can retrofit the hook. When you pick or design your next adventure, you simply look back at the campaign to date and figure out how to use the existing continuity to hook the new adventure. What are the PCs trying to accomplish? What do they want? Who do they care about? Who do they hate? What are your players talking about between sessions? Just dangle it on the hook.

The other option is to plan for the hook. Which is basically what it says on the tin: If you know what adventures you’re planning to run later in the campaign, take a peek at them and think about how you can incorporate and foreshadow those elements into the earlier adventures of the campaign.

EXAMPLE: JOURNEYS THROUGH THE RADIANT CITADEL

SPOILER WARNING

As an example of what this prep might look like, let’s take a peek at Journeys Through the Radiant Citadel. This adventure anthology, shepherded into existence by project leads Ajit A. George and F. Wesley Schneider, is a collection of thirteen D&D 5th Edition adventures designed for PCs from 1st level through 14th level. Although loosely bound by the conceit that the adventures are set Journeys Through the Radiant Citadel - Wizards of the Coastin a location which can be reached via the transplanar nexus of the Radiant Citadel, each adventure is a completely standalone experience.

Nevertheless, it seems quite likely that many DMs will run Journeys Through the Radiant Citadel as an episodic campaign, running each adventure in sequence, one after the other.

So how could we prep long-term scenario hooks for these adventures?

To start with, the tiers of play in D&D 5th Edition make for a handy rule of thumb here: To set yourself up for success, you should be dropping the groundwork for your Tier 2 and Tier 3 adventures in the Tier 1 adventures of your campaign.

The Tier 1 adventures in Journeys Through the Radiant Citadel are:

  • Salted Legacy, in which the PCs get caught up in family drama and business rivalry in the Dyn Singh Night Market.
  • Written in Blood, in which the PCs journey to a farming commune to uncover the source of an undead curse.
  • The Fiend of Hollow Mine, in which the PCs must hunt down a demon-spawn which has unleashed a plague in San Citlán.

Using these scenarios as the foundation for our campaign, let’s take a look a the scenario hooks for the next several adventures in the anthology. One of the great things about Journeys Through the Radiant Citadel is that the designers have included multiple scenario hooks for each scenario, so we’ll have some nice flexibility in what we can work with.

Wages of Sin includes this scenario hook:

Zinda’s March of Vice is famous throughout the region. An influential ally of the characters requests that they attend and, while they’re there, purchase a bottle of jeli wine to be used as a gift in a diplomatic negotiation.

Let’s go back to “Salted Legacy.” The ally requesting the jeli wine purchase could actually be Lamai Tyenmo, the owner of Tyenmo Noodles who hired the PCs. But let’s also find ways of pointing forward: At the end of “Salted Legacy,” perhaps Tyenmo asks the PCs to keep their eyes open for interesting ingredients and drinks that she might use to create new noodle dishes and enhance her menu. (That’s a nice, open-ended link, because it’s quite likely the players will find ways to continue engaging with it in every adventure. “Hmm… I wonder aurumvorax steak noodles would taste like?”)

In “Wages of Sin,” the PCs get involved with Madame Samira Arah, a King of Coin (one of the rulers of Zinda), and her investigation into a series of attempted political assassinations. It might be nice to pre-establish her. If we reach back to “Written in Blood,” one of the hooks is:

A trader the characters have had past dealings with — perhaps from the Radiant Citadel or the Dyn Singh Market — invites the characters to Promise to participate in a business deal with Aunt Dellie.

We’ll have this merchant be Samira Arah. She’s been doing some economic outreach and the guards she had with her took ill after their visit to San Citlán. One of the merchants from “Salted Legacy” recommended the PCs to her, and she contacts them in the Radiant Citadel.

Sins of Our Elders takes place in Yeonido during the week-long Dan-Nal Festival. One of the hooks involves the PCs being invited to attend the festival by a family member or friend. You can look to the PCs’ backgrounds for the family member or friend (who might be native to Yeonido or might just want to visit), but we can add a little foreshadowing by having Samira Arah mention in “Written in Blood” that her next festival envoy will be to Yeonido.

Gold for Fools and Princes takes place in the Sensa Empire, where the empire’s rich gold mines are disrupted by an infestation of gold-eating aurumvoraxii. The big thing we’d really like to pre-establish here is the Empire’s reputation for goldsmithing and the powerful Aurum Guild. This should be fairly easy: Lady Drew, the trader from “Written in Blood,” can try to sell the PCs Sensan gold. In “The Fiend of Hollow Mine,” some of the miners who worked in the now-abandoned mine can talk about traveling to Sensa to see if they can find work with the Aurum Guild.

Trail of Destruction brings the PCs to Etizalan, where an increase in volcanic activity is threatening settlements across the region.

The Shieldbearers of the Radiant Citadel [think fantasy UN Peacekeepers] hire the characters to visit Tletepec to verify rumors that the region is becoming dangerous, so that they can prepare for an influx of refugees. They suggest the PCs start their investigations near Etizalan.

Here we want to pre-establish the Shieldbearers. We can do that by having them question the PCs after end the regional plague in “The Fiend of Hollow Mine.” We could also add a small squad of Shieldbearers active in the region — trying to bring aid to the plague victims — that the PCs could encounter earlier in the adventure.

And that’s more or less all there is to it. Obviously, you could also continue weaving these threads through the later adventures. For example, if the PCs are getting on well with Samira Arah, she might send them to the Goldwarrens on some errand as the primary scenario hook for “Gold for Fools and Princes.”

FOR THE DESIGNERS

Although I opened this discussion by saying that published adventures were predisposed to bang-bang hooks and that it’s impossible for adventure writers to know the continuity of the campaigns of the GMs who choose to run the adventure, it’s NOT true that you can’t design long-term scenario hooks for published adventures.

The trick is to simply prep tools and content that GMs can use before your adventure begins.

A tool I’ve developed in my work as a designer are groundwork sidebars. (These are one of several scenario tools you can used in published adventures.) Groundwork sidebars give the GM examples of how material can be incorporated into earlier adventures; it’s literally laying the groundwork for the adventure.

You can find numerous examples of this in the Welcome to the Island adventure anthology for Over the Edge, for example.

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Advanced Gamemastery: The Campaign Stitch

Blades in the Dark drives its narrative through the interplay of factions. One of the factions described in the core rulebook are the Fog Hounds, a “crew of rough smugglers looking for a patron.” Their goals (as expressed in the form of a faction clock) include:

  • Eliminate rival smugglers (8)

And their enemies are:

  • Bluecoats (canal patrol), the Vultures (rival smuggling outfit, Tier I)

The Bluecoats are another full-featured faction in the setting, but the Vultures are not. The only reference to them, in fact, is what you see here.

In my current Blades in the Dark campaign, however, the PCs have ended up in a war with the Fog Hounds. It seems quite likely that an enemy-of-my-enemy situation will arise in one form or another, making the Vultures of particular importance in what will happen next.

So I needed to fully flesh out the Vultures, and I thought that might prove useful to other Blades in the Dark GMs.

THE VULTURES

A smuggling operation focused on the spirit trade.

Tier: I

Hold: Weak

Faction Clocks

Recruit a powerful envoy with connections in Whitecrown (6)

Learn how to counterfeit “bespoke” spirits; fake individuals (8)

Turf: Warded building in Old North Port (HQ). Private passenger car that can be attached to trains (with smuggling compartments). Tangletown pit-fighting operation, featuring taxidermied animals possessed by bottled spirits.

NPCs: Wendel Messerli (public “leader”; young, earnest, convincing).  Nicoline (true leader of the Vultures, traveling as a hobo; stealthy, fiery, clever). Christel the Fisherwoman (whisper, whose face is never the same twice; many-voiced, powerful, duplicitous)

Notable Assets: Hobo information network that hitch the rails. An array of Imperial transport and cargo documents, some forged and some legit. Spirit lures that can fish spirits out of the depths of the Void Sea.

Quirks: The Vultures have a secret language of hand-signs derived from hobo signs used at the stations to communicate car destinations and threats. The true leader and founder of the Vultures is Nicoline, a hobo who still chooses to live the wandering life of the rails and veils. Wendel is a fresh-faced youth who presents himself as the leader of the group when necessary, but meets secretly with Nicoline on transcontinental rail journeys to receive orders and strategy.

Allies: The Circle of Flame (clients), The Gray Cloaks

Enemies: The Dimmer Sisters, The Fog Hounds, Spirit Wardens

Situation: The Fog Hounds have targeted the Vultures for elimination, hoping to secure the rail-based smuggling routes that the Vultures currently command. Using Christel’s unique skill set and the custom lures she can create, the Vulture specialize in retrieving specific spirits from the Deathlands. They are hoping to be able to use their new connections with the Circle of Flame, who have found them useful agents, to learn more about the Lost District and gain access to the ancestral spirits there.

Victorian Coach Interior

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 28B: On the Eve of the Banewarrens

The mansion on Nibeck Street that Jevicca had identified as the origin point for the appearance of the surge of Tavan Zith’s wild magic was very close to Pythoness House. So close, in fact, that they feared there might be a connection. Could the cultists be responsible for the breaching of the Banewarrens?

“If we check it out and there’s nothing there,” Ranthir pointed out, “then we’ve lost nothing. But if there is…”

During the last session, we talked about how I structured the second act of the campaign using two tracks — the chaos cultists and the Banewarrens. Beginning in this session, we can almost immediately see the effects of this structure in actual play.

First, the two tracks confuse the players’ understanding of the situation. Until they learn enough to disambiguate the tracks, this will obfuscate the truth of what’s happening. This makes the campaigns’ enigma(s) fiendishly Byzantine for the players, and therefore even more satisfying for them when they do unravel what’s going on (in large part by figuring out how to disambiguate the tracks).

But until they do, their own actions will often cause interactions — directly and indirectly — between the tracks. The initial effects that we see in this session are fairly minor: Their suspicion that the chaos cults might be involved with the Banewarrens causes them to double back to Pythoness House, where they have a cool roleplaying encounter with the ghost Taunell.

Paradoxically, however, the complexity of these player-forged connections between the tracks will often grow in complexity at the same time that the players are disambiguating the tracks and, therefore, simplifying their understanding of a situation becoming ever more convoluted.

And even when this doesn’t happen, the consequences of the players’ choices will nevertheless be significant. (For example, their verification that Pythoness House is, in fact, vacant in this session — something they would otherwise not have been prompted to do — will actually end up having a profound impact on how later events in the campaign play out.)

They needed to question Tavan Zith, and the only way they could think to do that was by going to Castle Shard. They also needed to know if Lord Zavere was the one responsible for opening the Banewarrens. And, if so, why.

As they rode, Dominic looked at the others. “So… do we have any idea how we’re going to do this without getting killed?”

Agnarr shrugged. “Sure. We ask him. If he didn’t do it, we don’t get killed.”

Of course, these two major tracks are not the only threads in the campaign. This is, after all, Act II. The stuff that the PCs did in Act I of the campaign continues to unspool, and that includes:

  • Their relationship with Lord Zavere and Lady Rill at Castle Shard.
  • Their deep suspicion of Rehobath and, by extension, the Imperial Church.

And these threads are also interacting with the major tracks and with each other.

For the players, this colors their understanding of Rehobath’s agenda and creates paranoid suspicion of what Zavere might really be up to. There are layers upon layers upon layers! (And the players are unwittingly in the act of adding even more layers themselves.)

But on my side of the DM screen, everything remains neatly sorted into discrete boxes that are easy to prep and easy to run.

Campaign Journal: Session 28CRunning the Campaign: On the Efficacy of Burning Oil
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

Ptolus - In the Shadow of the Spire
IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 28B: ON THE EVE OF THE BANEWARRENS

September 14th, 2008
The 15th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

TAVAN ZITH AT CASTLE SHARD

They left. Once they were safely in the carriage and driving away from the Cathedral they talked things over.

“I don’t trust him,” Tor said.

Dominic nodded. “You can put crimson robes on a pig, it’s still not a novarch.”

They needed to know more. They needed to question Tavan Zith, and the only way they could think to do that was by going to Castle Shard. They also needed to know if Lord Zavere was the one responsible for opening the Banewarrens. And, if so, why.

As they rode, Dominic looked at the others. “So… do we have any idea how we’re going to do this without getting killed?”

Agnarr shrugged. “Sure. We ask him. If he didn’t do it, we don’t get killed.”

Tor came up with a better strategy. “We tell him that we respect him. Tell him we’ve been approached about this. But if he’s involved, we’re more than happy to stay out of it. We just want to know that before getting in his way.”

Kadmus was waiting for them at the gate of the castle. He ushered them in to see Lord Zavere. He welcomed them warmly and seemed genuinely pleased to see them.

Unfortunately, their plan fell apart fairly quickly. Tee carefully began working her way around the subject of the Banewarrens – sounding him out on the matter. But then Elestra blurted out Rehobath’s involvement. Before Tee could regain her grip on the situation, Zavere had quickly figured out that they had been approached by both the Novarch and the Inverted Pyramid.

Tee sighed and decided to make the best of it.

“What do you know about the Inverted Pyramid? Should we trust them?”

“It depends,” Zavere said. “Although I have reasons to distrust them, the Pyramid is not entirely monolithic. Whether you can trust them will most likely have more to do with whether or not you can trust the person you’re working for.”

“And what do you know about the Banewarrens themselves?”

Zavere gave them a brief history similar to the one Jevicca had described to them. “No one has ever been able to penetrate them, although many have tried. It’s known that Ghul himself was fascinated by them. He named himself the Sorcerer’s Get and claimed to be a direct descendant of the Banelord himself. The drill I purchased from you would have been only one of many attempts he made to access them.

“Much of our modern knowledge of them derives from records recovered by Gerris Hin, the same loremaster responsible for founding the modern city of Ptolus. Over the centuries, many have attempted to succeed where Ghul failed. Some of them, like Sokalahn, being quite famous. Others less so. But whether powerful or clever, none have ever succeeded.”

“And have you ever tried?”

Zavere laughed. “No. I purchased the drill as a mere curiosity. I doubt it would work in any case. No, the Banewarrens are not a specialty of mine.”

“Do you know who might specialize in it?” Tor asked.

“The Banewarrens have long been a fool’s errand. If you had asked me yesterday, I might have told you that no one was studying it. But clearly the last few hours have changed that.”

“If the Banewarrens have been opened,” Tor said, “I don’t know if we’re strong enough to face them.”

“Neither do I,” said Zavere. “But I will look in the archives of the Castle. If they contain any information about the Banewarrens that might help you, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you,” Tor said.

“There is something else…” Tee said hesitantly, glancing at the others. “Does the name Tavan Zith mean anything to you?”

It didn’t. Tee quickly filled him on what had happened and showed him the prophecy they had discovered in Pythoness House. Then she revealed that they had Tavan Zith in custody, but had been unable to question him. She let Ranthir explain why and share his theory about how an antimagic field might be used to suppress Zith’s ability.

“Where is he now?” Zavere asked.

Tee glanced nervously at her bag of holding. Zavere followed her gaze.

“Are you serious?”

Tee nodded.

“Very well. Come with me.”

Zavere led them through the Castle, taking them to a small, but well-accoutered laboratory where Lady Rill was working. He quickly explained the situation to her.

Lady Rill lowered a metal cylinder out of the ceiling. Manipulating several devices she created a blue, glowing field of energy within the cylinder. “If you place him in there, he will be restrained and any sorcerous manifestations will be suppressed.”

Tee removed Zith from her bag of holding and placed him in the cylinder. They woke him up.

As Zith opened his eyes, his features contorted into a contemptuous sneer. “The powers of chaos shall make you rue this day.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the sower of chaos! The servant of the true gods!”

“What do you mean?”

“Destruction. Destruction is the ultimate end of all things and the fulfillment of all dreams.”

“Do you know where the Banewarrens are located? Did you come from the Banewarrens?”

But his answers were useless, varying between the megalomaniacal and the insane. After several minutes they gave up. Zavere promised to continue questioning him, although he had little hope of getting anything out of him. They thanked him and Lady Rill both and went on their way.

ON THE EVE OF THE BANEWARRENS

As they passed down through Oldtown they turned aside long enough to stop at the Pale Tower. There Tee left word with the Graven One – asking if any of the Malkuth would be interested in knowing that the Banewarrens had been opened.

Ranthir headed to the Delver’s Guild library and started researching the Banewarrens directly, although he turned up little of substance beyond what they had learned from Jevicca, Rehobath, and Lord Zavere.

Elestra, meanwhile, made a point of buying a newssheet. They were filled with news of the riots in Oldtown, and she found that Agnarr, Dominic, Tee, and Ranthir had been prominently credited with the quick and successful response to what was being described as a sorcerous attack on the city. She also discovered that a 2,000 gold piece reward had been offered for the spellcaster responsible.

Elestra also made a point of digging up older copies of the day’s newssheets, printed before the riots. From these she learned that Gidden Primus, a mage of mild repute, had been found dead the night before in his apartment in Oldtown. His chambers had been rimed with frost and Gidden himself had frozen to death.

Tee had gone straight up to her rooms to snatch some sleep before heading back up to Oldtown to perform her watch duties for the Brotherhood (it had been more than a day and a half since she’d woken up), but Elestra caught up with her in the common room when she came back down around 11 o’clock.

They agreed that there didn’t seem to be any connection between the death of Gidden Primus and the opening of the Banewarrens.

When Tee left, Elestra shapeshifted into a dog and accompanied her. Tee appreciated the company, and they thought it might be useful to have another pair of eyes and legs available if they were needed.

In fact, it turned out that they were needed sooner rather than later. As they passed through the streets of Oldtown, Tee spotted Iltumar sneaking his way back towards Midtown – his watch duties on the apartment complex must have just ended.

Tee warned Elestra and they easily avoided him. Once he had passed, Tee indicated that Elestra should follow him while she continued on to the apartment complex.

Elestra did. Or at least tried to. After a few blocks, Iltumar seemed to become suspicious of the “stray” that was dogging him. Elestra tried to throw his suspicion by acting innocently (sniffing at garbage piles and the like), but in the process she ended up losing him. Frustrated, she turned back and rejoined Tee at the apartment complex.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. When Tee’s shift ended at 6 o’clock they both headed back to the Ghostly Minstrel and managed to grab a few more hours of sleep before the new day began.

RETURNING TO PYTHONESS HOUSE

(09/16/790)

The mansion on Nibeck Street that Jevicca had identified as the origin point for the appearance of the surge of Tavan Zith’s wild magic was very close to Pythoness House. So close, in fact, that they feared there might be a connection. Could the cultists be responsible for the breaching of the Banewarrens?

“If we check it out and there’s nothing there,” Ranthir pointed out, “Then we’ve lost nothing. But if there is, then we may have saved ourselves considerable time.”

So before heading to Nibeck Street, they return to Pythoness House.

They found it undisturbed… until they reached the gatehouse. As Tee passed through the door of the narrow space, the ghostly specter who had assaulted them before suddenly rematerialized. At the same instant, the trapdoor slammed shut behind Tee, separating her from the others.

“Leave this place of evil before it consumes you!”

“Okay.”

“… what?”

“If you’ll just open the trapdoor, I’ll leave.”

“Very well.” The ghost waved and the trapdoor swung open.

Tee grabbed it and held it open. “There’s a ghost! Help!”

Ranthir called up from below, “Did we want to talk to it this time?”

Agnarr, who had leapt up the ladder and had his sword halfway out of his sheathe, stopped. “I suppose…” He sighed heavily.

The ghost, for his part, now seemed to be more flustered than sinister. They asked him his name and he introduced himself as Taunell.

“What are you doing here?” Elestra asked.

“I lived in this house two hundred years ago. I served as priest for the Kollotis merchant family. It was a minor house and its fortunes were waning. It must have appeared weak. One night a band of brigands assaulted the house. They killed most of the household and stole the family jewels. The Kollotis family never recovered. I, myself, found myself unable to leave this mortal plane. I had no greater desire than to see the family protected, and now I seek to protect this house against those who would stain their memory.”

“And the chaos cultists?” Tee asked.

“They came here five years ago. I am shamed to say that I could not make them leave this place.”

“Do you know anything about Wuntad?”

“He was their leader. Among the women who lived here I had a friend named Maquent. She told me that his ultimate goal was to join all the followers of chaos in a common cause. He brought great evil into this house.

Tee grimaced. “He left with it, too.”

“If we brought him back here, is there anything you could do to stop him?” Elestra asked.

Taunell lowered his head. “I couldn’t even stopped him when he lived here.”

“I understand,” said Tee. “It’s all right.”

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