DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 28C: Into the Banewarrens

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.

The history of burning oil in D&D is something I find really interesting.

If you look back at the 1974 edition of D&D, there are two references to oil First, you can buy a “flask of oil” for 2 gp. (Most obviously intended to fuel the lantern, which appears immediately above it in the equipment list.) Second, you can use it as part of the Flight/Pursuit mechanics:

“Burning oil will deter many monsters from continuing pursuit.”

Okay, but what should happen if someone — whether monster or PC — should end up in the burning oil? The rulebooks are silent on this issue, but it seems likely that many GMs followed the same train of logic I did when making a ruling on this:

• How much damage should it deal? Well, all attacks deal 1d6 damage in 1974 D&D, so almost certainly 1d6.
• How large of an area does one flask of oil cover? Most the game defaults to 10 ft. increments, so a single 10-ft. square seems likely. (Enough to block a standard dungeon corridor.)
• How long does it burn for? Hmm. Probably more than just one round, right? 1974 D&D pretty reliably reaches for a six-sided die whenever it needs a randomizer, so let’s say it burns for 1d6 rounds.

This makes burning oil quite useful: It’s an area attack available to anyone willing to pony up the cash for it, and it’s incredibly useful for taking control of a battlefield or, as provided for in the rules, escaping from a fight that’s turned against you.

(Tangentially, in one of my D&D campaigns a PC invented a flash-burn oil specialized for combat: It cost 10 gp per flask and would deal 2d6 (take highest) damage, but only burn for 2d6 (take lowest) rounds. I gave it the name dragon’s milk. But I digress.)

The potential for abuse is, it should be noted, incredibly high if you (a) don’t enforce encumbrance and (b) don’t enforce any other consequences for hauling around huge quantities of highly flammable liquid. People will just throw oil all day with nary a care in the world.

It’s perhaps unsurprising to learn, given the efficacy and, frankly, importance of burning oil in D&D, that AD&D 1^st Edition spends much more time focusing on it. In fact, although the price of a flask of oil has dropped to just 1 gp, burning oil literally becomes a controlled substance on the Armor and Weapons Permitted table:

A number of protections against burning oil (like the resist fire spell) are also explicitly introduced.

And, of course, guidelines are given for many practical aspects of using burning oil:

• If you throw a burning flask of oil, it affects a 3’ diameter area, dealing 1d3 damage to everyone in the area (save vs. poison to negate). If you hurl a lantern, it only affects a 2’ diameter area.
• If it strikes someone directly, it deals 2d6 damage + 1d6 damage on the second round (and then burns out).
• Walking through or standing in an area of burning oil deals 1d6 damage per round and requires a saving throw to avoid being lit on fire.
• A lighted torch can be thrown to light an oil covered area (with guidelines for determining where it goes if you miss).

As with so many things in 1^st Edition, it’s an odd bag of contradictory details. (If you hit someone with oil, it burns out after 2 rounds. Should that rule also apply to “puddles” of oil that are lit? Is the 1d3 splash damage in addition to the 1d6 damage for standing in the burning pool? Or does a thrown flask of oil not create a pool and only creates splash?)

Regardless of the hazy parts here, it does generally appear that oil continues to be an effective method of performing an area attack. Nowhere near as powerful as a fireball, certainly, but far more accessible and flexible.

Let’s briefly detour over to the 1977 Basic Set. Here we find:

• 1 flask of oil can create a 5-foot-wide pool. It will burn for 10 rounds, dealing 2d8 damage per round.
• A creature struck directly with oil suffers 1d8 damage in the first round and 2d8 damage in the second round. (It’s then “assumed that the oil has run off, been wiped off, burned away, etc.) This is accompanied by a truly dizzying system for actually targeting the creatures. (You need to roll 11+, but then you adjust for Dexterity score, and also the height of the target.)
• You have to ignite oil AFTER throwing it. (You apparently can’t light it like a pipe bomb and then throw it.)
• Flaming oil will not harm non-corporeal monsters like wraiths and specters. It deals only half damage to skeletons, zombies, ghouls, wights, and mummies. Monsters that normally use fire weapons (e.g. red dragons, fire giants, hell hounds) are also immune.

We can see here that J. Eric Holmes did, in fact, follow a logic similar to my own (albeit with a smaller area affected and more damage afflicted). This version is more powerful than AD&D’s and would basically persist throughout the later version of Basic D&D (with the addition of a grenade-like, wick-fueled burning oil bomb to the equipment list).

LANTERN OIL DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT!

I don’t care.

Why are lanterns in D&D fueled with such an insanely flammable liquid? I don’t know. Maybe it’s harvested by alchemists from the glands of fire lizards and is absurdly cheap compared to other options, and house fires are a huge problem in this world. Or maybe the characters are carrying a bunch of different types of oil, and we just doesn’t worry about trying to figure out exactly which one is which.

The point is that D&D-style burning oil creates interesting gameplay and has strategic interest.

Although I will note that AD&D 2^nd Edition did make a point of distinguishing between “Greek fire” (10 gp per flask) and “lamp oil” (6 cp per flask; can’t be used offensively, but can sustain existing blazes).

THE BIG SHIFT

The big shift for burning oil in D&D starts with 3^rd Edition, which divided the weapon into alchemist’s fire (1d6 damage per round for two rounds, can’t be used as an area attack) and oil (5 ft. area, 1d3 damage, burns for two rounds; if thrown, only has 50% chance of igniting properly).

You can see how these rules were derived from AD&D, but the efficacy of oil as an area attack has been crippled.

4^th Edition’s treatment of oil is actually hilarious. On page 210 it says:

Here’s an overview of the contents of this chapter:

(…)

Adventuring Gear: The tools of the adventuring trade. Look in this section for everburning torches, flasks of oil, backpacks, and spellbooks.

Emphasis added. But guess what isn’t in the Adventuring Gear section of the Player’s Handbook? Guess what isn’t in the book anywhere at all?

Ah, 4th Edition. Never change.

D&D 4^th Edition Essentials did manage to remember to give a price for lantern oil, but I’m fairly certain there are still no rules for using burning oil as a weapon.

Burning oil makes a comeback in 5^th Edition, but remains quite weak:

• You have to light oil as a separate action or attack.
• It can cover a 5 ft. area, burning for two rounds.
• It deals 5 fire damage.

So… why was burning oil suddenly nerfed to, in some cases, no longer being a part of the game at all?

Partly I think it’s because of the expectation that encumbrance won’t be enforced, allowing PCs to haul around dozens of flasks of oil that can be deployed ceaselessly. Mostly, I think it’s fear of a mundane item “poaching” what spellcasters can do.

The irony is that you can look at a whole plethora of perpetual D&D design discussions:

• Non-spellcasters not being able to compete with the area attacks of spellcasters.
• PCs not being able to reliably retreat from battle, so players always fight to the death.
• A lack of dynamic control over the battlefield, resulting in boring combat.

… and burning oil is just sitting there waiting for somebody to notice it.

Honestly, I’ve had great results from just using my rulings from 1974 D&D:

• 10 ft. area.
• 1d6 damage per round.
• Burns for 1d6 rounds.

I recommend adding that and dragon’s milk to your 3^rd Edition and 5^th Edition campaigns.

Campaign Journal: Session 29A – Running the Campaign: Clever Combat
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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 28C – Running the Campaign: On the Efficacy of Burning Oil
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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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Aggah-Shan has been building Mrathrach tables and distributing them to gambling establishments throughout Ptolus. The Mrathrach Machine operates by harvesting small amounts of chaos from nodules placed within these Mrathrach tables. As a result, the Mrathrach game (Ptolus, p. 331) becomes less random than it should be, generally rewarding higher payouts (which, conveniently, makes the game more popular, resulting in more plays, and more chaos being harvested). On the other end of the interaction, the Mrathrach Machine gathers that chaotic potential, using it to forge a connection to the Pit of Mrathrach (Ptolus, p. 78).

In my Ptolus campaign, I fleshed out the clues for this revelation of the true purpose of Mrathrach. My goal was to give the PCs a better understanding of what was happening with the Mrathrach Machine.

Unexpectedly, however, my players decided to attack the problem from both ends: Not only would they assault the Mrathrach Tower; first they would target and destroy all of the Mrathrach tables.

They had been working with the Commissar’s Men at this point. Once they had gathered enough evidence of what Aggah-Shan was doing, they were able to flex those muscles and assemble an official task force. If your players end up going after the Mrathrach tables in the same way, I’ve included information on the task force below.

The other thing you’ll find here is a Report on the Mrathrach Tables of Ptolus. My players engaged in an extended task to gather this information, and I gave them the Report as a handout. They were able to use the Report to plan their raids, and I was able to use it as the basis for running the raids.

As I’ve described, this scenario was very much an idiosyncratic response to a goal formulated more or less entirely by the players. If you want to increase the odds of being able to use it in your own games, you may want to add additional clues pointing the PCs more clearly in the direction of the Mrathrach tables. (For example, perhaps a list of locations the tables have been shipped to could be added to the workshop in the White House.)

Even if your campaign never ends up including the Mrathrach table raids, however, you may still find this a useful reference guide for gambling establishments in Ptolus.

THE TASK FORCE

WHITE HOUSE INFORMATION: The City Watch’s can be checked regarding Aggah-Shan and the White House.

Thirty years ago, an informant told the City Watch that Aggah-Shan had extensive catacombs beneath the White House. The informant disappeared and the case went with her. Aggah-Shan has kept his nose clean (publicly any way) since then, but it’s likely those catacombs have only been expanded.

CAPTAIN SARTH: The task force is led by Captain Sarth of the Commissar’s Men (Ptolus, p. 141).

COMMISSAR’S MEN: 75 commissar’s man (Ptolus, p. 141).

GOLDSHIELDS: 3 goldshields (Ptolus, p. 144), using arcanist stat blocks (Ptolus, p. 605).

RAIDING THE CATACOMBS: The Commissar’s Men and the City Watch both hate delving into the dungeons beneath the city. Their standard operating procedure is to seal and burn the entrance. Their strong preference will be to leave exploring the catacombs to the PCs.

Playtest Tip: If at all possible, give these resources to the players and let them work with Captain Sarth (and any other contacts they might have) to create a plan. That might be simultaneous raids on all of the Mrathrach table sites (with the Commissar’s Men splitting up to hit them simultaneously) while the PCs head into the catacombs. Or it might be the PCs assisting the Commissar’s Men sequentially hit the raid locations. Or maybe the PCs split up, with each PC accompanying one of the raid squads. Or any number of other possibilities.

My players ended up using teleportation and a potion of giant’s strength, to enable one of the PCs to teleport into a location after the Commissar’s Men secured it, lift the Mrathrach table, and then teleport it to a secure location for destruction.

REPORT ON THE MRATHRACH TABLES OF PTOLUS

AGGAH-SHAN’S ESTABLISHMENTS

Mrathrach tables are being operated at essentially all of Aggah-Shan’s gambling establishments (both legal and illegal) around the city.

WHITE HOUSE (Oldtown): The White House has recently expanded to house three Mrathrach wheels, which are increasingly popular due to their lucrative pay-outs.

• The White House has also been hiring an unusually large number of new operators and dealers over the past two weeks.

COCK PIT (South Market): Started as an underground cock-fighting arena in the South Market, the Cock Pit has grown into one of the largest illegal gambling dens in Ptolus. (The arena has also been expanded to include gladiator duels.)

• It’s operated by a half-orc named Naosh.
• There’s an expansive basement which services the arena and its gladiators.
• There are two Mrathrach tables: One on the sunken portion of the main floor and another in an exclusive gambling room.

Cock Pit (H8)

YELLOW PIGEON (Guildsman District): In an alley running between Carriage Row and Gem Street in the Guildsman District there’s a set of sunken stairs leading down to an iron door. Above the door is the faded painting of a yellow pigeon. The door leads to stairs that lead to a section of Ghul’s Labyrinth that’s been converted into an illegal gambling den serving mostly guild workers.

• There are guards on the door and in the gambling den below.
• The Watch has tried to raid the place a couple of times, but there are multiple bolt-holes leading through the labyrinths into the sewers.
• There is one Mrathrach table.

Yellow Pigeon (H8)

TEMPLE OF THE ONE-EYED GOD (Temple District): A temple based around the veneration / idolization of a mummified beholder’s corpse. While it may have once been a legitimate house of worship, its primary purpose now is to provide a semi-legitimate gambling establishment for Aggah-Shan. (They pay their taxes, but at a substantially reduced rate because the gambling is officially part of their religious beliefs.)

• The western wing of the temple has been converted into a gambling hall, including a Mrathrach table that was installed two days ago.
• The eastern wing houses the “priesthood”.
• The central dome still holds the “One-Eyed God”.

Temple of the One-Eyed God (G4)

BROKEN SPINE (Docks): The Broken Spine is a squalid tavern that ran an illegal gambling operation out of a secret basement for a number of years. It somehow got a reputation for being a place that young heirs of Merchant Houses would slum in. Fifteen years ago, Aggah-Shan muscled his way into the establishment. Ten years ago, he created a separate “basement” catering specifically to the “slumming” merchant princes: This basement is actually a lavishly decorated “bubble” that looks out into the waters of the Docks. Four years ago the place was raided and Aggah-Shan publicly “took it over” and started paying taxes on it, making the place legitimate in the eyes of the law.

• There are two Mrathrach tables here. One in the original sub-basement that still caters to sailors and other dock-crawlers; the other in the bubble.
• Three days ago there was a minor ruckus at the Broken Spine when Caraniss Erthuo, a daughter of a secondary line of the Erthuo Merchant House, fell ill in the Broken Spine and collapsed. She was taken to the Daykeeper’s Chapel in Midtown, but her condition has not improved. Her symptoms include a general fever, telepathic confirmation of nightmares, and fingernails which have turned chalky and weak.

Broken Spine (M6)

HELL’S DOOR (Midtown): In Pipe Row Court, there is a door painted crimson with garish red flames. Nicknamed “Hell’s Door”, it leads to a long corridor containing multiple private rooms. The décor is red velvet and the general pastime are illegal card games.

• One of the private rooms has recently been converted to hold a Mrathrach table.
• A dreamspeaker named Godam Martinelli, who lives a couple blocks away on Farther Street, has been loudly protesting Hell’s Door, claiming that something catastrophic is going to happen there.

Hell’s Door (F7)

URDOCH’S MRATHRACH HOLES (Warrens): Three Mrathrach tables are being run by an agent of Aggah-Shan named Urdoch in the Warrens. They’re set up in various abandoned buildings and occasionally moved around as necessary.

OTHER GAMBLING HOUSES

Mrathrach tables have also been sold or leased to gambling establishments around Ptolus which are not directly owned by Aggah-Shan.

AJACK’S TENT: Located in Tent City (located outside Market Gate), a litorian named Ajack operates a semi-legal gambling operation out of a large tent. (Technically he’s outside the city limits, so he doesn’t owe gambling taxes.)

When Mrathrach was introduced, Ajack was reportedly very excited about how popular it was and leased a table. Unfortunately, he’s been losing considerable amounts of money. He’s borrowed a large amount of money from either the Balacazars or the Killravens and now he’s having difficulty paying it back.

And now it sounds like the stress of it has caused him to fall ill.

Tent City (E9)

BAZAAR OF 1,000 SINS (South Market): One of several large markets scattered around the South Market district, the Bazaar of 1,000 Sins has earned a reputation as being the place to go for illegal, illicit, or simply questionable goods. Drugs, diabolic items, and the like are common.

• A Mrathrach wheel has been installed in one of the elaborate, silk-shrouded gambling tents of the bazaar.

Bazaar of 1,000 Sins (E7)

SILVER WHEEL (Rivergate): Perched at the top of the Great Ramp leading into Rivergate, the Silver Wheel is a legal gambling house catering to the expensive tastes of both Rivergate residents and the merchants passing through the North Gate. It finished construction just six months ago.

• A Mrathrach wheel was installed here three weeks ago. It was decommissioned a week ago, apparently due to the heavy losses it was sustaining.
• During its construction, the Silver Wheel was targeted by a firebomb. Rumor on the street is that the Vladaams were angry about the Wheel interfering with the custom at their Curse Den in Rivergate. It’s believed that the owners of the Silver Wheel agreed to ban Skullrattle and offer a cut of the Wheel’s proceeds from Dragonscales in order to settle the dispute without further bloodshed.
• Recently, however, there are reports that the Killravens are trying to apply pressure.

Silver Wheel (F3)

GILDED PHOENIX (North Market): Located along Argent Street, the Gilded Phoenix is operated by the Killravens. Notable for the nine “Phoenix Wheels”, the establishment recently added a Mrathrach wheel rebranded as a Phoenix Wheel two weeks ago.

• The arrival of the “Tenth Wheel!” was celebrated with a major social event as the latest “rebirth of the phoenix”.
• Reports are that the Killravens are less than happy with the performance of the Tenth Wheel, but since the losses are subsidized across the other wheels in the Phoenix Cycle they’re riding it out for now.

Gilded Phoenix (J3)

THE ARENA (Oldtown): The Ptolus Arena is more than 600 years old. It was built during the 2^nd century as part of the wave of free arenas which became popular throughout the Five Empires.

In addition to gladiatorial combat, a large number of other entertainments and events have been established at the Arena. A legal Mrathrach table was recently installed in one of the entertainment suites circling the concourse.

Arena (D6)

VLADAAM REJECTION

Aggah-Shan’s agents made a concerted effort to get the Vladaams interested in the Mrathrach wheels, possibly for installation in the Vladaam curse dens. The Vladaams, however, rejected Aggah-Shan’s proposals out of hand. The word “sacrilege” was apparently used.

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