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

SESSION 38C: SCOUTING THE TEMPLE

May 9th, 2009
The 21st Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

Skaven - Andre Auderzo

“I’ve been told that you were asking questions about a woman named Silion.”

“That’s true,” Tee replied suspiciously.

Nasira’s eyes narrowed. They had a particular look of worn determination, like one who has gazed into the long, hard face of nature. “I know where she can be found,” she said. “I’ve been looking for her.”

“Why?”

“You may not know this, but she’s a cultist serving chaos—“

“That doesn’t really surprise me,” Tee admitted.

“I see.” Nasira pursed her lips. “I’m not really interested in her. But she works for a man named Wuntad.”

“We should wait,” Tee said. “I have some friends. They should hear this, too.”

It wasn’t long before the others joined them, and when they did, Nasira told her story: Wuntad had killed her father and destroyed her village. She hadn’t been able to follow him, but she knew that he had worked with a woman named Silion – and she had traced Silion here to Ptolus. She hoped that Silion would be able to lead her to Wuntad.

“Wuntad is here in Ptolus, too,” Tor said.

“Really?” Nasira said. “Do you think we should just go to him directly?”

They exchanged nervous glances.

“The truth is,” Tee said. “We don’t know where he is, either. If you think Silion can lead us to him, all the better.”

“Why did Wuntad kill your father?” Ranthir asked.

(“Not that he needs any reason to do it,” Elestra muttered.)

“He was researching the lore of the Atapi,” Nasira said.

“The Atapi?”

“A nomadic desert people,” Nasira explained.

“Atapi?” Tor wondered aloud. “That sounds familiar.”

“It does?” Elestra looked surprised.

Tor nodded. “I saw it on a map in Zavere’s office. At Harvesttime.”

Ranthir put the question on the table: “Why would Zavere be interested in the Atapi?”

They had no idea. But they had been suspicious of Zavere before, and this led them only to greater suspicion. Although, in the end, Elestra summed up their thoughts: “We have to trust somebody at some point.”

“No we don’t,” Tee said.

“Even if we can’t trust him,” Tor said. “It’s not like there’s much we can do about it.”

“Who’s Zavere?” Nasira asked, wide-eyed with confusion.

“We’ll explain later,” Agnarr said.

“How long have you been in Ptolus?” Tee asked.

“Not long,” Nasira said. “A couple of weeks.”

“There’ll be lots of things to explain.”

The decision was made for Nasira to join them as they pursued her lead to Silion.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“At the Temple of the Rat God,” Nasira said. “It’s a front for the Cult of the Blooded Knife. I know that Silion controls the temple, but I’ve never seen her. I have seen Urnest – a hulking ratbrute who serves as her right hand man.”

This prompted another flurry of note-checking and memory-searching as they paired up the references they had discovered to both Silion and the Temple of the Rat God and began to weave a larger understanding of her activities. Nasira was able to confirm that the Blooded Knife was associated with various shivvel dens in the Warrens (although she hadn’t had a chance to investigate them closely), which seemed to tie in with the note they had found at Linech Cran’s.

Nasira had lacked the strength to tackle the temple directly. But with all of them working together, they felt the challenge should be manageable.

Before that could happen, however, Tor and Ranthir needed to keep their appointment with Sir Seppa at the Administration Building.

NEWS & INFORMATION

When Tor and Ranthir arrived at the Administration Building around mid-morning, they found Sir Seppa waiting for them. Tor quickly managed the introductions and then Seppa proved as good as his word: After a couple of hours digging through the appropriate boxes of musty records, they turned up an ancient survey map of the area now occupied by the Necropolis. The map indicated the location of several structures, one of which was marked with Alchestrin’s sigil.

Meanwhile, Elestra was hitting the streets. The events on Tavern Row the previous evening were dominating the headlines of the newssheets, but there were a number of other stories and rumors to be found: It was being reported that a half dozen children had disappeared from Gnarl Street in Midtown over the past three days. And the mutilated body of a woman – her skull ripped open – had been found on Flamemoth Way in Oldtown.

SCOUTING THE TEMPLE

While the others fanned out across the city, Tee and Nasira headed to the Temple District to scout out the area around the Temple of the Rat God.

The temple was located on the Blessed Bridge: This hefty bridge of stone, running between Midtown and the Temple District, was broad enough that a jumble of buildings had been built along both sides of its length. The entrance to the temple of the Rat God was crammed between two other buildings; in fact, it appeared as nothing more than a nondescript door leading to the half-basement level of an adjoining temple built literally over the top of it.

Asking around, Tee discovered that this other door led to the Temple of the Jade Idols, a minor Reformist cult. Since these were not the only small temples jammed together along the Blessed Bridge, there was no reason to suspect that the jade idolaters were associated with the ratmen or chaos cultists.

After mulling the matter over for awhile, Tee’s impatience eventually got the best of her. (Maybe a little Agnarr was starting to rub off on her.) She told Nasira to watch her back and then simply barged through the front door.

Inside she found a dimly lit sanctuary hall. At the far end, at the top of a short flight of stairs, was a large statue depicting an upright rat holding out its front legs like greedy hands and wearing a vicious, bloodthirsty sneer. Scrawled along the walls were several crude, graffiti-like messages (“beauty is plague”, “love is greed”, “the solace of filth”, and the like). Three hooded figures were knelt in prayer before this idol, but they were on their feet almost instantly as the door opened.

“Oh… I’m sorry,” Tee said. “This isn’t the Temple of the Jade Idols.” She backed out and shut the door.

But not before she’d seen a furry hand.

Tee had seen no doors leading out of the sanctuary, but she and Nasira both agreed that there must be some secret egress. And now that Tee had a firm visual reference for the temple, they could continue their investigations magically.

Heading into the Temple of the Jade Idols, they found a curving maze of small, incense-filled rooms. The walls were lined with various niches containing jade idols of the nine gods and forming a variety of small shrine-like areas of worship. Nasira explained that the jade idolaters believed that the idols of the nine gods, carved from nine different types of jade (the “harmonic lifestone”), captured the Song of the World.

They found one of the smaller shrines tucked back near where Tee estimated the worshipping ratmen were kneeling below them. Nasira then reached out into a higher consciousness and felt her thoughts seeking out the minds of those below them. They had hoped that Nasira would be able to detect the thoughts of other ratmen and, from that, ascertain the layout of the rest of the temple. But if there were other ratmen present, they were too far away for her to find them.

So, instead, she latched onto the mind of one of the ratmen in the sanctuary hall and pushed, looking for thoughts that would reveal the secret entrance to the temple recesses. Unfortunately, she read his panic: He had felt the strength of her connection and his suspicion was exploding.

Nasira quickly muttered an incantive prayer and projected a sense of clairaudience into the sanctuary hall below. She was in time to hear the ratmen deciding to summon reinforcements. She quickly informed Tee of what was happening, and Tee rushed back to the street in case the ratmen headed that way (in which case she could follow them).

But she saw nothing: The ratmen didn’t leave through the front door. Instead, Nasira heard the sound of scraping stone. Perhaps more importantly, she heard them decide to not warn Silion (she was quick-tempered apparently) – confirming that she was somewhere within the temple.

When Tee returned, she nodded her head. “It’s interesting that when they go for reinforcements they go farther in, not out into the street.”

They concluded that the sound of scraping stone must be some sort of secret door within the sanctuary. They suspected the temple complex was larger than it appeared, but perhaps not. “There might be a connection to the sewers,” Nasira pointed out. “They might be going through the sewers to get reinforcements.”

A little later, Nasira heard another scraping of stone and the arrival of more ratmen. Shortly thereafter, the strength of her spell gave out.

Running the Campaign: Expanding Dungeons Campaign Journal: Session 38D
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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How quickly can you complete a run of the Dragon Heist remix?

This is a question I get asked fairly frequently.

Personally, I like this campaign a lot, and I don’t recommend rushing it. One of the things that makes it special is how the PCs can become entwined in the fabric of the city — invested in Trollskull and its community; linked to friendly factions; becoming the nemeses of other factions. Weaving a campaign like that, though, takes time. You have to give yourself (and your players) the space to explore all of those threads. If you rush it, those connections will never get formed and will never have a chance to grow and interact with each other.

But, of course, there’s all kinds of reasons why you might need to speed things up: Maybe you want to run it for a D&D summer camp and you only have a limited amount of time. Or you’re midway through the campaign, a player is moving away, and you’d like to wrap things up before they leave.

Whatever the case may be, how can you make sure you reach the finish line before you run out of time?

HOW LONG IS THE REMIX?

Let’s start by establishing some baselines.

When I ran Dragon Heist, the campaign lasted for twenty-two sessions. Several of these sessions, however, were 8-hour marathons. Looking at my recordings, it appears that it took us approximately 120 hours to complete the campaign (as described in Dragon Heist: The Final Session), which would translate to roughly thirty 4-hour sessions.

I’ve talked with a number of DMs running the remix campaign, however, and its length can vary quite a bit: The longest I know of ran a 300-hour version of the campaign (with a lot of extra material). Most seem to cluster between 80 and 150 hours.

One of the biggest variables seems to be Chapter 2: From the time they get Trollskull Manor from Volo to the point where the fireball goes off and the next phase of the campaign begins is a very sandbox-y period. The PCs are repairing their inn, interacting with the NPCs of Trollskull Alley, meeting faction reps, dealing with Emmet Frewn, and going on faction missions. The number and detail of the faction missions, in particular, can vary a lot depending on how much interest the PCs have in the factions and how much effort the DM puts into the missions. The PCs might also be following up on questions they have from Chapter 1 (possibly getting a jump start on the Grand Game), and it’s also not unusual for DMs to add brand new adventures (like The Lady of Trollskull Priory, Blue Alley, The Veiled Society, or something of their own creation) here.

As a result, groups can easily spend dozens of hours in Chapter 2. I know of one group who spent over a year of biweekly sessions on just this one section of the campaign. (Personally, my group spent 20 hours here.)

On the other hand, it’s also quite trivial to speed run Chapter 2: You can skim past or even completely cut a lot of stuff here without fundamentally sabotaging the rest of the campaign. (The players will likely feel less connected to the city and the PCs will have fewer resources to call upon during the Grand Game, but these aren’t crippling problems.) I know of several groups who have rescued Floon & Renaer in one session and then triggered the fireball just one or two sessions later.

The other major variable, of course, is the heists. Each heist itself generally takes less than four hours and can be wrapped up in a single session, but you also need to consider the set-up (i.e., as described in Part 7 of the Remix, tracking faction activity to faction outposts, following the leads from the faction outposts back to the faction lairs, and planning the heist).

In practice, it looks like each heist will take 10-15 hours of playing time (including the heist itself). This generally won’t be sequential, though — i.e., 15 hours on one heist and then 15 hours on the next heist. Instead, the investigations and interactions with the various factions will weave around each other.

Although slightly different in form, this timeline also seems to roughly apply to the Gralhund Raid (with the setup time being spent on the fireball investigation). In practice, this might be a little quicker, but it’s close enough for our purposes.

Wrapping things up, Chapter 1 took my group about 5 hours to complete and the finale of the campaign after the PCs have reassembled the Stone of Golorr — i.e., breaching the vault, getting the gold, and then dealing with whatever the aftermath of getting the gold is — seems to take another 5-10 hours.

To sum that up with a conservative estimate:

  • Chapter 1: 5 hours
  • Chapter 2: 20 hours
  • Gralhund Raid: 15 hours
  • Heists: 15 hours x 4 heists
  • The Vault: 10 hours

To this, you’ll probably want to add another 10-20 hours of miscellaneous activities. (In my campaign, that included a romance subplot, setting up an orphanage, and running additional faction missions after Chapter 2, among other things.)

So our baseline running time for the Dragon Heist remix is roughly 120 hours, or 30 four-hour sessions.

DRAGON HEIST: THE FAST VERSION

Now, let’s speed things up. For this discussion I’m going to refer to 4-hour sessions, but the advice should hold regardless (e.g., if you have 2-hour sessions, then when I say something should take one session, it should take you two sessions).

Chapter 1: Set a tight pace here to make sure you wrap this chapter up in a single session. To make this happen, you probably want to be exiting the Yawning Portal no later than the 45-minute mark in your first session. (You may need to skip the troll fight to make this happen.)

In this version of the campaign, the PCs will only be aligned with a single friendly faction. Pre-select that faction and use them as the contact who hooks the group up with Volo.

Chapter 2: You’ll also want to wrap this chapter up in a single session. For me, that probably looks like this:

  • Hello urchins! (In the scene where the PCs arrive at Trollskull for the first time, introduce the urchins.)
  • This Old Tavern (Establish a budget for repairs, then have one or two roleplaying interactions with guilds and/or people they’re trying to borrow money from. This will create a personal investment in Trollskull Manor.)
  • Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It. (Have the friendly faction reconnect with the PCs and give them a single simple faction mission. This mission should be resolved in one scene.)
  • Opening night! (Establish some of the neighborhood personalities.)
  • Fireball! (End the session on a cliffhanger.)

Miscellaneous Activities: Eliminate as much of this stuff as possible. After Chapter 2, I’d recommend bringing in just one additional faction mission. Keep the Trollskull-related roleplaying to a minimum. If the PCs are getting distracted by non-essential activities, try to frame hard, resolve it quickly/decisively, and redirect them away from it.

Heists: Try to keep the faction investigations as tight as possible. Frame aggressively and don’t let the players dither too much in their planning. If they’re in any way confused or suffering analysis paralysis, bring in a faction response team with a bunch of explicit clues in their pockets. You don’t need to pare things down to the bone here; just keep it tight.

Vault Keys: For the finale, eliminate the vault keys. Once the PCs know where the Vault is, they can just go there and enter.

Doing all of this should result in a campaign that looks more like this:

  • Chapter 1: 4 hours
  • Chapter 2: 4 hours
  • Gralhund Raid: 12 hours
  • Heists: 12.5 hours x 4 heists
  • The Vault: 5 hours
  • Miscellaneous: 5 hours (including post-Vault epilogue)

So we can run a fast version of the Dragon Heist remix in roughly 80 hours, or 20 four-hour sessions.

DRAGON HEIST: THE SPEED RUN

But that’s not good enough! Suzie just got a new job in a different country and we need to wrap things up ASAP!

This is the point where we’re going to make some very deep cuts and even fundamentally alter the dynamic of the campaign.

Fast Version: Start, of course, by implementing everything from the fast version of the campaign described above.

Goodbye Gralhunds: We’re going to get rid of the Gralhunds by replacing them with the Cassalanters.

  • The nimblewright who triggers the fireball belongs to the Cassalanters. (Which means, of course, that the fireball investigation leads directly to the Cassalanters.)
  • The Cassalanters have the Stone + an Eye.
  • To keep things simple, I recommend just having the Cassalanters live in the Gralhund Villa and using the Gralhund Raid as described in the Remix.
  • I recommend simplifying things even further: The Cassalanters are not Asmodean cultists. (Whether you use the Gralhund Villa or Cassalanter Villa maps, this lets you eliminate the Asmodean temple. Their faction outposts will also not come into play in this version of the campaign.)
  • You can still have the Cassalanters try to sell the PCs a sob story about their kids as their reason for doing all this. If you’ve decided that they’re not cultists themselves, then this is even more straightforward: Their kids really WERE cursed by cultists (or maybe it’s a legacy from an ancestor) and this is the only way the Cassalanters can save them.

Fast Heists: To speed up the heists as much as possible, we’re going to run each heist in a single session. This means that we need to eliminate the faction investigations and most or all of the groundwork. We have a couple options for this.

First, we can give the Cassalanters have much more actionable and comprehensive intelligence about the Grand Game: They know that Xanathar has one Eye and Manshoon the other. They also have blueprints and locations for both lairs.

The PCs can now go directly from the Cassalanter Raid to performing the other two heists back-to-back.

If the PCs miss the Cassalanters’ Grand Game report (and, therefore, all this heist-related intelligence they need), you can backstop this by having a friendly faction — e.g., Force Grey — sweep the Cassalanter Villa after the raid, discover the intel, and then bring it to the PCs.

Alternatively, you can use the PCs’ friendly faction to frame up these heists as faction mission assignments. I prefer the Cassalanter intel solution because it keeps the players in the driver’s seat of the campaign, but if all else fails having someone show up and say, “We know you’re looking for the Eyes, and we think we’ve identified the location for one of them…” will certainly cut to the chase.

Option – Simultaneous Heist: You could speed things up even more by having an allied faction do one of the two final Eye heists at the same time the PCs are doing the other. This could be the Cassalanters, if the PCs have decided to help them, or it should be whatever friendly faction the PCs have allied with.

Option — The Final Eye: Eliminate the final Eye Heist entirely by having the faction holding the Eye come to the PCs with the Eye to negotiate. They can make whatever offer seems reasonable and makes sense given the circumstances.

Whatever the offer may be, either:

  • The PCs cut a deal, the Stone is reunited, and everybody heads to the Vault.
  • The PCs double-cross the enemy faction and take the Eye without a heist.
  • The NPCs try to double-cross the PCs, and then the PCs take the Eye after righteously thrashing the double-crossing knaves.

Mix-and-Match: You do not, of course, have to use all of these options at the same time. Depending on just how breakneck you need the pace to be, you can mix-and-match whichever options make the most sense.

If you were to use all of these options, however, your campaign would likely look something like this:

  • Chapter 1: 4 hours
  • Chapter 2: 4 hours
  • Gralhund/Cassalanter Raid: 10 hours
  • Optional – Sea Maidens Heist: 4 hours
  • Eye Heist: 4 hours (including simultaneous heist or Final Eye negotiation)
  • The Vault: 4 hours
  • Miscellaneous: 2 hours

This gives you a lightning-fast 32 hour version of the Dragon Heist remix, which can be played in 8 four-hour sessions.

TRANSITIONING MID-CAMPAIGN

If you’re midway through a run of the Dragon Heist remix, there are any number of reasons why you might need to transition to a high-speed wrap-up. The options above should give you the tools to figure out how best to tighten things up and focus on what’s essential for a satisfying conclusion, but a lot of the specifics will depend on exactly what’s going on in your campaign.

For example, if you’re in the middle of Chapter 2, then it’s probably best to trigger the fireball at the beginning of your next session and then chart a course from there.

On the other hand, if you’re in the middle of the Eye heists and now running out of time, you might be best served considering an option like having a friendly faction run one of the remaining heists for the PCs. Or put a twist on that idea by having whichever faction the PCs are targeting next carry out a successful heist on one of the OTHER factions, resulting in them having two Eyes onsite when the PCs arrive.

Whatever form your campaign takes, I hope it has an epic conclusion for you and your players!

Young people hiding faces behind paper sheets with question marks while waiting for job interview indoors

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 38B: Nasira’s Story

The next morning, as was her familiar custom, Tee arose a few hours before the others and went down to the common room to break her fast. While she picked at pieces of cold mutton, a young woman approached her table. She was a wiry thing — rather plain, and generally brown: tanned skin, light brown eyes, brown hair, and with a dress of pale brown.

“Is your name Tithenmamiwen?”

Tee nodded.

“My name is Nasira. I’ve been told that you were asking questions about a woman named Silion.”

Tee palmed a dagger.

Back in Session 8, we added a new player to our group.

In Session 37, we sadly lost a player.

Now we’re adding a new player to replace the one we lost. The basic procedure we’re following hasn’t changed much, but there are a few twists that I think are worth mentioning.

First, for the reasons we looked at during the last session, the group wasn’t just looking to add any new character: They were specifically interested in filling the gap left by Dominic’s departure. They wanted a healer.

Generally, I don’t like putting any limits on what characters a new player can play. I also don’t put a lot of stock in the idea that every group needs to conform to some “standard” set of roles. (See our previous discussion about non-standard groups.) But this was a very specific circumstance and, as I’ve noted, it was being driven by the group’s desire to fill a very specific need.

With that being said, I didn’t want this new character to just be a carbon copy of Dominic with the name scratched out and a new one written in: That would be boring. It also wouldn’t be fair to the new player.

To make sure she felt creatively free to make the character she wanted to play, (a) I made sure the remit was as broad as possible and (b) I also tapped my own system expertise to offer her a wide variety of build concepts that could potentially deliver the healing the group was looking for.

If I recall correctly, there was a point where we considered making “let’s find a replacement” diegetic — i.e., the PCs would actually go looking for a new compatriot. As I began exploring Nasira’s background with the new player, however, it was clear that this character wasn’t a “healer for hire” or anyone else who could be logically recruited by an adventuring party.

So how could Nasira be introduced to the campaign?

I used a combination of the collaborative methods for creating campaign characters described here, taking the background Nasira’s player had given me, fleshing it out with additional lore, and tweaking elements to provide hooks (including the big, obvious hook featured in this session) that would not only bring Nasira to the current PCs, but also naturally align her goals with theirs.

As described in GM Don’t List #19: Ignoring PC Backstories, this went both ways: I harvested elements introduced by Nasira’s player in her backstory and seized the opportunity to flesh out my campaign notes.

During this back-and-forth process, I also took the opportunity to seed some stuff into Nasira’s background that wouldn’t turn up in campaign until later. (As it turned out, much later: It wasn’t until around Session 100 that some of this stuff started paying off.)

OPEN TABLE RECRUITMENT

The other big twist was that this was the first time I’d recruited a new player to a long-term campaign since I’d started running my first open table.

Holy shirtforks! It was amazing!

Not only had I been running games for this new player for several months, but the other players in the Ptolus campaign had been playing games with her. So when we asked the question, “Who should be the new player?”, not only did we all know exactly who we wanted, we were also absolutely sure she’d be the perfect fit for the group (and vice versa).

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: Running an open table would be worth it even if the only thing you liked about it was recruiting new players to your dedicated campaigns.

Not only have I repeated this process of adding a new player from my open table to an ongoing campaign several times since this inaugural example, it’s also the primary method I use for recruiting players to brand new campaigns too (like Eternal Lies, Dragon Heist, Blades in the Dark, Night’s Black Agents, and so forth).

The results are exemplary every single time.

Campaign Journal: Session 38CRunning the Campaign: Expanding Dungeons
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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

SESSION 38B: NASIRA’S STORY

June 7th, 2009
The 21st Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

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THE END OF THE TAVERN ROW WAR

They returned to the Ghostly Minstrel, wondering if their scheme had successfully confounded Silion and her minions. (Or if, in fact, it had been necessary at all: They had seen no signs of pursuit.) Approaching the inn they saw, much to Tee’s delight, that Daersidian’s dragon mount was tethered outside. Inside, the Minstrel was humming with activity: Cardalian, eating a meal in one corner, gave them a friendly wave as they came through the door, and she was only one among more than a dozen familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Tee took her meal to a table near the windows where she could look out on the dragon (sending herself into peels of bliss when it looked in at her), but Elestra and Agnarr chose to join Daersidian himself where he was sitting with his friend Brusselt, Jevicca, and Steron Vsool. They chatted casually about nothing of much import, until Agnarr — uncharacteristically finding himself abashed — built up the courage to ask Jevicca to train Seeaeti with him.

Jevicca smiled and laughed. “You have a dog?”

“A fine and noble hound!”

Jevicca politely declined, but agreed that they should find some time to spend together soon.

Ranthir, meanwhile, found himself distracted by a heavily tattooed man who was drinking at the bar. The man was only half-clothed, allowing Ranthir to observe a great many of the intricate tattoos, which he recognized as being of an arcane and particularly esoteric quality. He eventually built up the nerve to approach the man.

“Um… excuse me?”

“Yes?” the man asked with a nasty edge in his voice. “What do you want?”

“I was curious about your rather remarkable tattoos.”

“What about them?”

“What do… what do they do?”

At the first the man seemed suspicious and even a little hostile, but after Ranthir offered to buy him a drink (the first of many) he lightened up considerably. He gave his name as Araki and explained that the tattoos were “living scroll magic”.

“They’ve been bonded to my skin, but I can use them like scrolls.”

“Only once?”

Araki (Ptolus) - Monte Cook Games“It depends upon the quality – the deliblility – of the ink,” Araki explained.

“I would like to learn how to do that myself.”

“I’m not much of a teacher, young one.”

Tor, for his part, had spotted Sister Mara from the Imperial Church sitting at a table in the corner with a half dozen others. He headed in their direction and asked if he might join their table. Mara agreed, introducing the others as members of the Runewardens – a company of delvers that she had once belonged to before her duties with the Church had expanded. Tor got the distinct feeling that speaking of the Banewarrens in front of the Runewardens would be a bad idea, but he settled in for a few friendly drinks and listened to their tales of adventure.

About an hour after they had all settled into the comfortable affability of the common room, a man came bursting through the front door of the inn, gasping for breath. While Tellith was still trying to calm him down enough to speak, he was joined by two others, all bearing the same news: Tavern Row was in pandemonium.

More than a dozen Killravens, including some powerful arcanists, had descended on the Onyx Spider – a tavern well-known to be in the pocket of the Balacazars. The Balacazars, however, must have been waiting for them: A massive melee had broken out in the tavern’s common room. There were even reports that Malkeen Balacazar himself had been there. (When Elestra asked around a little later, she heard reports of a “man with a black maw” – which sounded terrifyingly like the void-mouthed man who had menaced them in the caverns below the Cliffs of Lost Wishes).

Apparently the Killravens had eventually been routed, but only after causing massive damage to the Onyx Spider. Now rumors were swirling that this was only the first strike in a massive gang war. People were worried that the entire city was going to be consumed in violence.

Tee and Elestra excused themselves and headed in the direction of the Onyx Spider. By the time they got there it was clear that the most recent rumors were greater than the reality: The attack had been severe and Tavern Row was filled with members of the city watch, but it was clear that there was no danger of additional violence here.

Peeking inside the Onyx Spider itself, they saw that the great crystal sphere containing a spider of black onyx had been cracked. Asking around they discovered that fifteen minutes before the attack, the watchmen who had been standing guard along the Row had suddenly disappeared. Tee suspected bribery, and that was certainly one of the stories going around. Another, and perhaps more worrisome one, was that the guards had been ordered off by the Commissar. Tee knew that the Commissar countenanced the Balacazars in an effort to avoid exactly this sort of open warfare in the streets, but she hated to think of him as being that far in their pocket.

While Elestra returned to the Ghostly Minstrel, Tee decided to take her thoughts and make a late night of it. She spent the next several hours trying to track down more information on the enigmatic Silion… but, in the end, she didn’t manage to turn anything up.

Tor, meanwhile, had also left the Minstrel. He wanted to reach the Siege Tower before the sun set so that he could see how the Necropolis was sealed at night. It was little more than an idle curiousity, however, and after watching the massive gates of the Siege Tower swing shut (which happened as the last rays of the sun faded from behind the Spire) he spoke with one of the Knights of the Veil about whether they might know anything about the location of Alchestrin’s Tomb.

The knight shook his head. “We are protectors of the Necropolis, not record-keepers. But if any of us might know, it would be the loremaster Sir Seppa.”

Tor waited while Sir Seppa was sought out, and found him to be an affable man of middle years. Seppa was unfamiliar with Alchestrin’s Tomb, but he was quite familiar with the pertinent records at the Administration Building and – if any record of its location was to be had – he was certain he could find it.

Tor was happy to hear it. He made arrangements to meet with Seppa at the Administration Building the next day.

A DRESS OF PALE BROWN

The next morning, as was her familiar custom, Tee arose a few hours before the others and went down to the common room to break her fast. While she picked at pieces of cold mutton, a young woman approached her table. She was a wiry thing — rather plain, and generally brown: tanned skin, light brown eyes, brown hair, and with a dress of pale brown.

“Is your name Tithenmamiwen?”

Tee nodded.

“My name is Nasira. I’ve been told that you were asking questions about a woman named Silion.”

Tee palmed a dagger.


CHARACTER BACKGROUND: NASIRA

Nasira is a young woman. A little taller than average, she’s also wiry thin, rather plain, and generally brown – tanned skin, light brown eyes, brown hair, and often dressed in simple clothing of brown or tan. Quite monochromatic. Around the eyes she has that particular look of worn determination that those who have gazed into the long, hard face of nature often have.

NASIRA’S YOUTH

It is said that the Southern Desert creeps further north with every passing moon. In some of the sandtales of the south it is said that one day Old Satha, the shadow of the desert, will leap where once she crept and then she’ll swallow up all the green lands and the sands shall blow from dune to dune unto the Furthest North and Old Satha will find Frissa Icewhiskers, the Love She Never Knew.

Those are just tales. But if there’s any truth to the histories which say that once the Arathian plains swept far south into what is now naught but desert, then the valley of Jathera stands as a testament to it. Nearly a hundred miles further south than the nearest Arathian settlement to the north, the long, crevassed valley of Jathera is an emerald treasure in the midst of barren dunes. Jathera’s fertile fields support a small village of a few hundred, with enough excess to send along in the seasonal trade caravans which also carry the ore from the silver mine north to the city-state of Tepal.

Nasira was born in Jathera. She was thought a serious and quiet child. She may have even been considered a bit odd, the way that she would keep sneaking out into the desert. Perhaps her father, Aaftab, should have taken her a bit more in hand, but with her mother gone (stolen by the fever when she was small – a woman she only had a few fragmentary memories of now)… well, they got along well and she was healthy and reasonably happy, so he kept her with him and let her do as she would.

Many years before she was born, Nasira’s grandfather had found – by chance – a life-size statue of solid mithril in the desert sands south of Jathera. The discovery had made him a wealthy man. He could have lived like a king for a year, but instead he bought one of the largest plantations in the valley and settled down.

Nasira’s grandfather had made a point of making a yearly pilgrimage into the desert, to offer proper thanks to the gods who had blessed him with his prosperity. Nasira’s father, perhaps inspired by these yearly pilgrimages, became fascinated by the ruins throughout the region.

These ruins were often covered by sand, but Nasira’s father had been born into wealth. And although he worked hard on the farm during the months of the harvest, the wealth gave him the freedom to spend large portions of the rest of the year wandering the desert sands and seeking out whatever ruins had been surfaced by the winds of the summer and the winter. He became known to the people of Jathera as “the Little Treasure Hunter”, a name he kept even after he had grown large with years.

Nasira spent little time in the village school, instead spending much of her youth with her father on his expeditions. There she met the Atapi for the first time – small bands of nomads who wandered the desert sands. The Jatherans were not welcoming of the Atapi and generally the reverse was true as well, but they accepted Nasira and her father. And while her father’s attentions were focused on ruins and artifacts, Nasira spent more and more time learning to ride and find water; sharing the stories of the Atapi when they were near and trying to befriend lizards and little desert mice when they weren’t.

COMING OF AGE IN TEPAL

When Nasira was twelve, her aunt Salla came to visit the family in Jathera. While Nasira’s father had used the inheritance to follow in his father’s footsteps, Salla had taken her share of the inheritance and moved to the city-state of Tepal. Salla was distressed by Nasira’s lackadaisical upbringing and “uncivilized” behavior. She eventually convinced Nasira’s father that it would be best if Nasira came back with her to Tepal to “continue the proper education for a young woman”.

Tepal, as the southernmost of the Arathian city-states, is often seen as the very edge of civilization. In fact, the trade route running between Tepal in the east and Nathia in the west is often drawn as the official border of both Arathia and the Five Empires (although several villages, like Jathera, are located further south).

Tepal is also one of the three coastal city-states in Arathia. Like Casalia and Ptolus, it’s perched atop the Arathian Cliffs and possesses no natural ports. Unlike those other cities, however, its coastal waters are wracked with reefs and functionally unnavigable by larger vessels. As a result, no artificial ports (like the docks in Ptolus or the sea cranes of Casalia) were ever constructed. However, several paths leading through the sandstone caverns beneath the city make it possible for the city-state’s fishing fleet to sail out into the Southern Sea and return.

In short, Tepal may be the poorest and perhaps smallest of the Arathian city-states. But for Nasira, it was wealthy and large almost beyond imagination.

THE CHURCH OF THE TWIN SISTERS

At this time, a religious fervor was gripping Tepal in the form of the Reformist Church of the Twin Sisters. What had begun as a populist wave of mass conversion had reached through the Trade Circle and into the Circle of Princes. Salla had been an early convert of the church, and she was able to use her connections to get Nasira enrolled in the tutelage program at the Temple of the Sun and the Sea.

The Temple of the Sun and the Sea was built on (and over) the edge of the Arathian Cliffs. The Lower Temple of the Sea was crafted from ocean sandstone, its beautiful blue swells welcoming the ocean waves into the artificial tidal pool maintained in its sanctuary.

Ocean sandstone is a rare, beautiful, and expensive stone quarried from the sea floor itself. The stone is a pale blue in color, with delicate bands of darker color running through it in soft, undulating curves. Alchemists claim that the stone is the result of an “elemental infusion” – the stone’s proximity to water literally grants it some affinity to the water’s elemental properties. When viewed through water, ocean sandstone seems to flow before the eyes with the movement of the water itself. This effect is particularly pronounced beneath dim lights.

The Upper Temple of the Sun was built on the edge of the cliffs within Tepal itself. In a massive, magically-assisted construction, the two temples were connected by the beautiful, fluted Stair of a Thousand Penances. Echoing the stairs below, a fluted crystalline spire extended from the top of the temple to catch Sayl’s Light at First Dawning.

Nasira spent the next several years in the temple. She did fairly well in its tutelage, being quiet and studious and therefore seen as obedient, which is better than being brilliant. But she was never very happy there. She liked the quiet, contemplative aspects of the training – the prayer times and the music lessons – but she missed her father and the desert and she found the other girls to be noisy and shallow (although she might have liked them better if they hadn’t spent quite so much time teasing her about being “plain as a sparrow and twice as dull”).

THE TENETS OF THE CHURCH

As they came of age, most of the girls left to get married or return to their former lives. But Nasira had no desire to do either and decided to stay and become a cleric. She was encouraged in this by Sister Tarathara, who had taken a liking to her and offered to become a mentor.

The Twin Sisters: The church worshipped Sarathyn (the Virgin Goddess of the Sea) and Sayl (Sun Goddess of Life and Sexuality). Its teachings were rooted in the dualities personified by the goddesses.

The Divine Daughters: The hierarchy of the Church of the Twin Sisters, known as the Divine Daughters, was matriarchal, reflecting the church’s teaching that the heart of humanity lies in feminine love.

The Duality of Love: Feminine love, in turn, is expressed through the twin dualities of the Sisters: Chastity as personified in the cold depths of Sarathyn’s sea; sexuality as felt in the hot rays of Sayl’s passion.

The Chain of Wombs: The tension within the duality of love is the imbalance from which all sentient life is given birth; the tension is embodied in the woman’s womb; and all life is connected through a great “chain of wombs”. The chain of wombs, of course, can be expressed genealogically through the matrilineal line, and the church believes that the patterns of life can be horoscopically cast through an analysis of the chain. (However, this is not merely a hereditary analysis; the harmonics of the chain exceed the merely familial and are affected by the patterns of your friends and associates).

The Wolf and the Dolphin: Just as the tension of the duality of love becomes the wellspring of the womb, so the tension held in the “goddess chain” is the source of civilization and society. The knitted weave of the chain is seen to pass through shadow and light. Within the shadow it is the hunger of the wolf (the patron animal of Sayl); and in the light it possesses the scintillant grace of the dolphin (the patron animal of Sarathyn).

RETURN TO JATHERA

In 785 YD, Sister Tarathara came to Nasira. Tarathara had been selected as one of the church’s preachers, to go forth and spread the church’s teachings beyond the walls of Tepal. She was to build a chapel in Jathera and she wanted Nasira, as a native of the place, to come with her.

Later that year, Nasira returned to Jathera.

The teachings of the Church of the Twin Sisters were met with some resistance (and occasionally outright hostility) from the people of Jathera (who, in their isolation, had remained almost universally stout followers of the Imperial Church).

Despite this, these were happy years for Nasira. She had not seen her father in years, and now she was often able to journey with him back into her beloved desert and renew her friendship with the Atapi. Time passed in peaceful, hard, and satisfying work.

THE FALL OF JATHERA

In 788 YD, a traveling scholar came to Jathera. His name was Wuntad. Sister Tarathara allowed him to room in the chapel, and it quickly became clear to Nasira that the two of them shared an old friendship. Often they would be up late into the night talking over Wuntad’s dusty parchments and tomes.

Nasira paid it little mind. What did it matter to her that Tarathara had an old friend to talk with? She had many. And, besides, she was busy with other affairs.

However, when Wuntad learned that Nasira’s father had spent years studying the Atapi he asked Nasira to instroduce them. Apparently it was lore of the Atapi that had brought him to Jathera, and he was eager to meet another loremaster of a similar bent.

At first Nasira’s father shared Wuntad’s enthusiasm. But over time he began to view Wuntad’s… fervor with deeper and deeper suspicion. He spoke to Nasira about his concerns, but she thought little of them. If her father didn’t want to work with Wuntad, then he should simply stop speaking with him, no matter how insistent he might become.

Nasira was also distracted by other concerns: She had decided to share her faith with the Atapi and was now working diligently to teach them the Words of the Twin Sisters. For the most part, the Atapi met her efforts with bemusement, but she was often travelling into the desert with supplies and fresh teachings.

In Taranal 789 YD, however, Nasira saw Jathera for the last time. She journeyed into the desert… and when she returned her life was changed forever.

During her absence, a large group of outsiders had arrived in town. Wuntad had led them in an assault on her father’s villa. Many of the other villagers had rallied to her father’s aid, but this only served to turn Wuntad’s wrath upon a village as a whole. Dozens – including her father – had been slaughtered. But Wuntad’s wrath had not been sated by the slaughter: He destroyed the great crystalline sphere whose magic had long protected the valley. Already the verdant fields of her youth were wilting beneath the unforgiving rays of Sayl and the blowing sands of the desert were seeking to reclaim their own.

Worse yet, Nasira discovered that Tarathara had been complicit in the attack. She had aided Wuntad in his slaughter and left the village when it was complete.

THE LONG AND LONELY ROAD

Nasira’s faith in the Church was broken and she fled into the desert, trying to escape the guilt of surviving… and for not realizing that anything was wrong with her mentor or her strange friend.

For many months she stayed with the Atapi, thinking that she could lose herself in their way of life. But, in time, she realized that she was following a false path. Her faith in the Church may have been broken by Tarathara’s betrayal, but not her faith in her gods. And she also discovered the deep, burning desire to learn the truth of what had happened. Who was Wuntad? What was he trying to accomplish that was worth the blood he had shed?

She left the Atapi and returned to Tepal. She had no leads on Wuntad himself, but she began the long and arduous process of retracing Tarathara’s past.

What she discovered was terrifying: Both Wuntad and Tarathara belonged to chaos cultists dedicated to the Lords of Chaos and the sowing of destruction and anarchy. She eventually succeeded in tracking Tarathara to Ptolus, who she hoped would lead her in turn to Wuntad and her revenge…

Running the Campaign: Adding a New Player (Part 2) Campaign Journal: Session 38C
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Two criminals planning a heist, surrounded by maps and miniatures.

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 38A: The Arathian Job

Once Agnarr’s tail-lopping duties were completed, they loaded the various ratmen corpses – along with the Iron Mage’s crate – into the cart Elestra had procured and started the long haul up the Dock ramp.

As they went, they mulled the question of how they could protect the Iron Mage’s crate. It was too large and too dangerous for them to haul around with them, and it certainly wasn’t the sort of thing they could just leave lying about their room.

They rejected a plan to place illusions on the ratbrute corpses to make them appear like duplicates of the real crate before dumping them in the Midden Heaps or scattering them around town. They felt it was a ruse too easily penetrated… and once the illusions lapsed the corpses might lead to some unwanted questions on their own account.

“Besides,” Tor pointed out. “I promised to dispose of them properly.”

What the players decided to call the Arathian Job (it’s like The Italian Job, but we’re in Arathia!) isn’t the classic image of what a heist looks like, but it has the same attitude: Planning, prep work, execution.

And as you look at the Arathian Job as a heist, you might find it remarkable that it just… works. The players simply put together their plan and executed it.

If you look back at Session 8, when the PCs were hired to sneak a scrying cube into Linech Cran’s office, you’ll see a similar dynamic:

Once there, Tee went down the narrow alley between the Yebures’ and the house next door. From there she climbed quietly onto the Yebures’ roof. She had some difficulty climbing the next section of wall up to Linech’s window – falling and cracking her head once – but she eventually secured a grappling hook in the chimney on Linech’s roof, climbed the rope, and then rappelled over to Linech’s window.

The lock on Linech’s window yielded to her thieves’ tools easily enough and she slipped inside, falling to the floor next to the life-size gold statue they had noticed the last time they were in the office.

In looking for a place to hide the scrying cube, Tee’s eyes were naturally drawn to the bookshelves along the room’s north wall. Clearing some of the books away she reached back to place the scrying cube behind them… only to find a crumpled up sheet of paper lying there. She pulled this out, glanced at it, and then stuffed it into her bag. Placing the scrying cube and then carefully replacing the books she had moved, she went back to the window, shut it behind her, and climbed down.

Tee gave the signal that the others, scattered around the lower burrow, could disperse. It had all gone as smoothly as anyone could hope.

They’d done their legwork, come up with a plan that worked, made their skill checks, and walked away clean.

It can be tempting, as a GM, to think that if we don’t make things hard for the PCs or complicated in some way that the game will be “boring.” That might be true if every challenge is trivial and the PCs simply streamroll their way through the campaign, but the reality is that coming up with a strategic plan, executing it, and having it work is immensely satisfying.

Hannibal from A-Team.

So when the players earn a victory, let them bask in it.

These successes also create great contrast for when things DO fall part. You can see a very clear example of this in the case of the Linech Cran job because in Session 9 the PCs had to come back and break into his office all over again, this time to steal the gold statue he had on display there. This time there were new complications (someone else was trying to break into the office at the same time), and the PCs ended up flubbing one of their skill checks and dropping the statue, creating a loud noise that raised the alarm and created even more complications. The PCs were still ultimately successful, but it was a much more stressful heist.

The great thing about this contrast is — if you’re playing fair — then the players truly feel like they earned their victories (because they did), which makes them even sweeter. And the players also own their struggles and even failures: There’s no reason the second Linech Cran job couldn’t have gone smoothly. (The first job proves it, after all.) The complications they need to overcome (like dropping the statue) feel legitimate, partly because they are and partly because they’ve seen the proof of that. That legitimacy keeps the players immersed in the scenario, and also makes their ultimate success (assuming they achieve it) all the more satisfying because they earned it.

By contrast, when the players become convinced that they can never truly succeed because the GM will always find some way to thwart their best laid plans (whether in the name of “making things interesting” or otherwise), it steals the luster of the campaign. It’s the reason some players don’t enjoy making plans; after all, what’s the point when every plan is doomed to failure whether it’s good or bad? And other players will respond by spending even more time making plans in a Sisyphean and ultimately doomed effort to make them perfect. (And this, too, becomes a reason why players don’t enjoy making plans.)

The same thing is even more, in my experience, if the players becomes convinced that they can never fail because the GM will always twist things to make sure they succeed. Again: Why bother making plans if making the plan has no meaningful impact on the outcome?

And what happens as a result is that the tactical and strategic elements of the game become deeply weakened: Figuring out what you need to do and then doing it is in fun in games, it’s fun in life, and it should be fun in an RPG.

When that thrill gets pulled out of your roleplaying game, it’s a sad loss.

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