SESSION 47C: HOME SUITE HOME

December 26th, 2009
The 25th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

They started towards the Temple District with the crates, intending to dispose of the chaositech as quickly as possible. But on the way, Ranthir convinced the others to let him take the crates back to the Ghostly Minstrel so that he could study them: He was fascinated by what he had read of the technomantic arts of chaositech in some of the lorebooks they had recovered from the cultists and wanted to apply those skills with actual examples of the same. Moreover, even if the material proved useless to them (due to its taint), knowing exactly what these items were capable of might give them some clue as to how the cultists had intended to use them.

When they returned to the Ghostly Minstrel, they found that their new suite of rooms was almost finished: The window wards hadn’t been raised, the secret door leading from the false front room to their actual quarters wasn’t completed, and the reinforced inner door between their quarters wasn’t installed yet, but the rooms themselves were livable and it was clear the work would be easily finished on the morrow.

Ranthir set up his research area in the outer room of the suite (with Tee sleeping on a nearby bed to help keep a watch on the crates). Agnarr, for similar reasons, took Seeaeti to one of the beds in the next room. The others, however, scattered to their old rooms.

Ranthir used several spells to examine the various items in the crates, trying to intuit their purpose. He succeeded with none of them, although he was able to determine that the filigreed manacles could be activated by stroking the oblong device attached to them and the small silver balls could be twisted around their circumference. He also recognized the cord-and-plug attached to the noduled harness as being similar to the one they had found plugged into Shilukar’s neck, suggesting some sort of physio-mental control.

He also discovered, much to his own disquiet, that the floating brain would follow the person closest to it. (On the other hand, it seemed harmless.)

THE SPINESEEKER

Several hours into Ranthir’s candlelit researches, something sinister slithered under the door. Ranthir, intent on the strange intricacies of technomancy, noticed it not as it slipped across the room and attached itself to Tee.

Its first touch was so gentle that Tee didn’t even feel it. And when its voracious, lamprey-like mouths fastened onto multiple points along her spine it was too late… it had taken control of her body. As it drained her lifeblood, she twitched violently on the bed.

Ranthir, unfortunately, remained oblivious.

Tee, waking to find herself trapped in what felt like an endless life-or-death struggle for the control of her own body, felt the creature take her to the very cusp of death before she finally managed to seize a moment of self-control.

“It’s biting me! On the back of my neck! It’s controlling me and I don’t—“

The creature re-asserted its vice-like grip over her body. Tee’s mouth snapped shut.

Ranthir called out for Agnarr while backing nervously away from Tee, who rose from the bed and headed towards the door. Agnarr snorted himself awake and came into the outer room. “What’s wrong?”

“Tee’s acting strangely.”

By this time Tee had reached the door. As she opened it, Agnarr crossed to her. “Tee? What’s wrong?”

Tee smiled up at him. “Nothing’s wrong.”

But something was definitely wrong… She was being way too nice to Agnarr.

Agnarr shared a moment of befuddlement with Ranthir as Tee turned and walked out the door. Ranthir, at a loss for anything else to do, cast a web into the hall – filling it from side-to-side and stopping her from leaving.

But Tee’s reflexes seemed undimmed by her possession. She lithely avoided the worst of the webs and started making her way determinedly through the rest of them. Halfway through the process, however, she managed to wrench control away from the spineseeking demonic worm on her back a second time: “It’s on my back! It’s taken control of my mind! Help me!”

Agnarr, finally figuring out exactly what was happening (and perhaps truly waking up for the first time), used his flaming greatsword to rapidly burn his way through the web towards her.

As the thing tried to regain its control over Tee, Tee reached up, grabbed ahold of its slippery length, and tore it free. She got her first true look at the gruesome creature: A snake-like body covered with the chitinous hide of a scorpion; hundreds of skittering, insectoid legs; and three lamprey-like mouths.

It slipped through the thick strands of the web easily. Agnarr, coming up alongside Tee, swung at the creature, but his blade scarcely scratched its resilient, segmented carapace and the flame seemed to be sucked away in a snare of energy emanating from its radiating spines.

The spineseeker leapt at Tee’s face and its three dorsal mouths raked huge holes in her chest as it scrabbled across her body. Tee – already badly weakened from its possession – collapsed from the excruciating pain.

As the creature dropped away from Tee’s limp form, it suddenly split into a half dozen duplicates. There was a moment of panic at the thought of so many body-snatchers, but Ranthir recognized the illusion for what it was, shouting out, “Mirror image! They’re not real!”

The shouting and sounds of combat, meanwhile, had awoken Elestra and Tor. (Nasira, on the other hand, was far too comfortable in her bed.) While they began scrambling out of their beds, however, someone else had also been alerted: The door at the end of the hall was thrown open and a large drakken woman stepped through. They recognized her as one of the chaos cultists who had ambushed them at Pythoness House, although now she wore blue-mauve crystalline armor.

“Grab her pouch!” the drakken shouted, drawing her sword and advancing.

Ranthir summoned multiple magical missiles to sweep away the spineseeker’s mirror images, while Agnarr launched an assault to beat it back from Tee’s unconscious form. As Elestra opened her door, the creature made a break for it – having failed to secure Tee’s bag of holding.

(Nasira continued sleeping peacefully in luxurious dreams.)

Tor ripped open his door (which had been held shut by the webs) and started chopping his way through them. He felt particularly vulnerable in his lack of armor, which he hadn’t taken the time to don. And when he engaged the drakken he was particularly frustrated to find that her armor was absorbing the impacts of his blade by crumbling away to dust… and then instantly regrowing to repair the damage.

Tor was still half-entangled in the web, however, so the drakken simply backed away and began peppering him with shots from her bow. Agnarr, similarly caught in Ranthir’s web, was also trying to reach her when Ranthir managed to strike him with the familiar spell of growth. As Agnarr rapidly grew to twice his normal size, he ripped free of the webs. The drakken, suddenly finding herself within Agnarr’s reach, didn’t even have a chance to backpedal (or react in any way) before the barbarian’s sword had torn her in half.

But now a quagmire of sorts erupted in the torn remnants at the heart of Ranthir’s web: The spineseeker was ferocious; its demonic, chitinous hide almost impossible to harm. Even the mighty blows of Tor and Agnarr only seemed to deflect harmlessly away. And to make matters worse, it constantly churned out illusionary duplicates of itself and wrapped all of its forms into confusing displacement effects.

Hoping for additional reinforcements, Elestra sent her homonculus to awaken Nasira. But she was forced to call it back again only moments later when the spineseeker, seizing the opportunity of her weakened defenses, leapt at her in an effort to possess her. Elestra rapidly backpedaled, but still suffered deep wounds up the length of her arms as the creature’s claw-like legs and dorsal mouths ripped away at her flesh.

Nasira, however, had finally been roused. Unfortunately, when she opened the door she couldn’t get through the thick webs. Ranthir was forced to burn them away with a wave of magical fire (which also left scorch marks on the wall of the hall).

While Tor, Agnarr, and Elestra’s homonculus continued pounding away at the spineseeker (Tor having circled to take Elestra’s place in blocking its potential escape through the window), Nasira finally managed to reach the side of Tee (who was rapidly bleeding out). With a burst of holy energy she healed Tee, who went to check on the body of the drakken. She confirmed that it was dead (and unlikely to be sneaking away in the confusion).

In a final, desperate bid for freedom, the spineseeker leapt for the back of Tor’s exposed neck. Although Agnarr’s blade caught it in mid-air (slicing off a section of its tail), the spineseeker latched onto Tor’s neck and took control of the knight’s body. Agnarr suddenly found himself facing the body of his friend. He was unwilling to inflict mortal wounds, but uncertain what other choice he had.

Agnarr was just about to abandon his defensive posture and launch a (regrettably mortal) assault, when Tor managed to free himself from the spineseeker’s control. The spineseeker tried to leap to Agnarr’s body—

And that proved its undoing. The barbarian thrust it away and then beat it repeatedly with his greatsword. Finally caught unprepared and in the open, the spineseeker was segmented into parts as Agnarr forced his blade into the chinks they had opened in its devilishly hard chitin.

MISMATCHED CORPSE LOOTING

Agnarr joked about taking the spineseeker to a taxidermist and then hanging it in their room. (At least, the others hoped he was joking. Particularly since they were going to be sharing rooms now and Nasira was convinced it would give her endless nightmares.)

Tee searched the drakken’s body. Then she searched her room. While all of her equipment was of the highest quality (and some of it of considerable interest, like the crystalline armor) the room had been professionally stripped down and the drakken carried no identification of any kind. (The crystalline armor itself proved to be non-magical, leading Ranthir to conclude that it might be some sort of chaositech. They stuck it in one of the crates from Mahdoth’s.)

Tee suspected – hearing from the others about the drakken’s interest in her bag of holding – that they had been sent by Wuntad to retrieve the golden key from Pythoness House. In the morning, however, they would know more: Elestra would call upon the Spirit of the City and speak with the dead.

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The Vladaams own a block of apartments in Oldtown on Crossing Street, which are primarily as housing for members of the Vladaam deot. Recently, as detailed in the “Temple of Deep Chaos” adventure in The Night of Dissolution, a chaos cult took control of one of the buildings and used it as a site for testing and developing askara, a potent magical poison which turns its victims into venom-shaped thralls.

A few weeks ago, a party of adventurers cleaned out the chaos cultists and did their best to destroy the cultists’ research. The building was sealed for a time by the city, but then reclaimed by the Vladaams. Members of the Red Company of Magi moved in to figure out what the chaos cultists had been doing, and the project was quickly taken over by Aliaster Vladaam.

During this same time, Navanna Vladaam became aware that the Banewarrens had been breached (as described in Chapter Four of the Banewarrens campaign). She began mounting expeditions into the Banewarrens and began bringing the “banes” she liberated to the Oldtown Apartment so that they, too, could be studied by Aliaster in the labs he’s established here.

DESIGN NOTES & BACKGROUND

This is a tricky location. As presented here, it reflects both the actions the PCs in my group took when raiding the apartment building and how events played out in the Banewarrens (thus determining, for example, which banes Navanna was able to bring back here). I prepped the following timeline for how events played out here:

• 09/22: The “outraged” Vladaams force the city watch to remove their quarantine on their apartment complex.
• 10/06: Navanna brings the body of the pain demon here from the Banewarrens.
• 10/10: The Vladaam Pain Devil Research notes are added to area 6.
• 10/10: Contents of BW05 weapon vaults brought here by Navanna.
• 10/15: Aliaster duplicates the hell scourge & agony’s caress abilities of the pain devil. Four of the Twelve Claws gain hell scourge grafts (including the two guarding the front door).

If you’re running The Vladaam Affair independent of one or both of these other campaigns, you can just assume that an NPC party of adventurers raided the Temple of Deep Chaos and got Navanna involved with the Banewarrens. (Or, alternatively, maybe the Temple of Deep Chaos is still located beneath the apartment building, unknown to the Vladaams and filled with chaos cultists preparing to take back what the Vladaams have taken from them.)

If, on the other hand, your PCs are also playing through one or both of those adventures, you’ll want to modify the adventure key here to reflect how events actually played out (and are playing out) at your table.

Either way, you’ll likely want to review the original key describing this building in Night of Dissolution.

It’s also worth noting that overly curious PCs might be able to track Navanna and/or the banes here back to the Banewarrens. That could present a novel opportunity for the PCs to get involved with the Banewarrens campaign, but if that doesn’t interest you, you might want to provide an alternative source for the magic items Aliaster is studying.

Also of note is that the other apartment buildings in the block are still inhabited by various members of the Vladaam deot (who are largely or entirely unaware of what’s going on next door). If the PCs are tracking a member of the deot or looking for a Vladaam to question, their target could easily be a tenant of this apartment block.

Oldtown
Crossing Street – D4

DENIZENS

During the day there is a 60% chance that Aliaster Vladaam (Ptolus, p. 101) is present conducting research. If he’s present, there’s a 10% chance that another member of the family (Navanna, Gattara, or Godfred) is there – either to check up on him, collaborate with him, or just to see what all the fuss is about.

Aliaster will run at the first sign of trouble (using teleport to get out), but if other family members are present things could get ugly.

Vladaam Researcher: Use acolyte stats, MM p. 342. See Part 13: Red Company of Magi.

Hell-Scourged Claws: The Twelve Claws are Navanna’s werewolf agents (see Ptolus, p. 101 and Part 5: The Vladaam Estate). Aliaster has reverse-engineered a pain devil’s hell-scourge (see Area 6, below) and grafted them onto

• Hell-Scourge. Melee Attack Roll: +6, reach 5 ft. Hit: 15 (2d8+6) slashing damage.
• Flurry of Steel. As a bonus action, a hell-scourged claw can make two attacks with their hell-scourges.
• Agony’s Caress. As a bonus action, a hell-scourged claw can send elemental pain cascading through the scourge. Those struck by a hell-scourge must make a DC 12 Constitution saving throw. On a failure, the target becomes Restrained as their body is wracked with pain beyond imagining.

FIRST FLOOR

All of the cocoons and nests on this level have been removed to the second floor. Crude buttresses have been erected using wall of stone to reinforce the weakened floors of the upper level. The holes punched in the ceiling have also been repaired.

AREA 1 – ENTRANCE

Furnished with simple, badly dilapidated and blood-stained furniture: Tables, chairs, and a pair of divans.

AREA 1A – STONE BUTTRESSES/PATCHED CEILING

A large hole in the ceiling of this room has been patched and a wall of stone has been used to support the floor and walls.

AREA 1B – STONE BUTTRESSING

This room also contains a wall of stone used to reinforce the upper floor.

AREA 2 – FORMER APARTMENT

This room was destroyed by venom-shaped thralls. It has been left in a broken shambles.

AREA 3 – FORMER INJECTION ROOM

A large wooden table stand sin the middle of an otherwise barren room.

AREA 4 – FORMER PRISON

DOOR (Strong Wood): AC 15, 27 hp, DC 20 Dexterity (Thieves’ Tools). Unlocked currently, but could be secured.

Smeared feces on the wall.

AREA 5 – THE HOLE

A hole in the corner of the room has been boarded over.

TRAP IN THE SHAFT: Below the boards is a shaft leading to the sewers. Anyone climbing through the shaft will trigger a flame strike that will fill the shaft and column above and below it, inflicting 4d6 fire damage and 4d6 radiant damage. DC 14 Dexterity saving throw for half damage.

• DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation), DC 24 Dexterity (Thieves’ Tools)

AREA 6 – PAIN DEVIL RESEARCH ROOM

The body of a pain devil is laid out and dissected on a worktable in the center of the room.

PAIN DEVIL (as it would appear in life): Skin of glistening ebony. Eyes a blood-red crimson. Mouth a toothless maw with razored lips. Chains are fused about its wrists, each animate with hatred.

• The body is remarkably well-preserved in death (although now vivisected). Note that the animate chains have been burnt away, leaving only charcoaled stubs on the creature’s wrists.

RESEARCH: Papers arranged on the worktable constitute the Vladaam Pain Devil Research.

GM Background: I added a pain devil to one of the Banewarrens vaults, further modifying it so that its hell-forged scourges were grafted to its wrists. The PCs in my campaign freed it, fought it, and killed it. Navanna Vladaam retrieved the corpse and brought it here. D&D 5^th Edition stat blocks for a pain devil can be found in Chains of Asmodeus, p. 249.

VLADAAM PAIN DEVIL RESEARCH

These research notes describe an autopsy and magical dissection.

GROSS CHARACTERISTICS

• Pitch black skin with scabrous patches of gem-like glistering. The flesh appears resistant to decay, but there is an intermittent degradation of its luster.
• The vitreous humour of the eye appears to be filled with blood, but not of the creature’s own. Origin of the blood is uncertain, but appears to be integral to the function of the eye.
• Body does not possess teeth, but instead several ranks of razor-sharp lips capable of independent motion along a horizontal plane.
• Charcoaled stubs on the creature’s wrists appear to be the remains of biometallic chains or possibly lashes. Beneath the stubs are receptor sites triggered to serve as channels of emotional extremity.
• Nystulean worms react with stress when placed within the creature’s transluminal aura. Despite the body having been deceased for days or possibly weeks, the strength of this lingering aura of pain and hatred is intense. During life it may have actually been capable of inflicting physical duress.

Additional preliminary notes are given, hypothesizing ways in which the biomagical properties of the creature could be reverse engineered and applied.

AREA 6A – WEAPONS RESEARCH

Multiply display cases for weaponry have been installed around the periphery of the chamber.

WEAPONS: These weapons are tainted. They were retrieved from the Banewarrens (Outer Vaults — Area 11). The weapons all have a Forge Mark on them.

• +1 battle axe
• +1 greatsword
• +1 longsword
• +1 mace
• +1 unholy shortsword
• +1 scimitar
• +1 greataxe
• +1 longbow
• dagger of venom
• sword of life stealing

GM Background: Although these weapons are being studied by Aliaster, there’s actually little of interest about them other than historical curiosity.

FORGE MARK: Worked in red gold and ebony, this forge mark indicates that these weapons were wielded by the Legion of Bhor Kei.

AREA 7 – COCOON/NEST RESEARCH

The remains of three venom-shaped thrall cocoons and four nests (most severely burnt) have been gathered in this room. There are also samples from an osyluth cocoon taken from the Banewarrens (Outer Vaults — Area 4).

AREA 8 – SECONDARY ALCHEMY LAB

DOOR (Steel-Cored): AC 19, 40 hp, DC 18 Dexterity (Thieves’ Tools). Can be barred from the outside, but is not generally secured.

A secondary alchemical laboratory has been set up here to study the specific remains of the unusual nest that was in this area (the victim became a protoplasmic goo similar to a gibbering mouther, see Night of Dissolution).

• The researchers have discovered strength-boosting alchemicals in the burnt remains of the nest and are attempting to isolate them.

DRAUGHTS OF MORPHEUS: Letter from Grui to Aliaster attached to a black ebon box lined with purple velvet. Designed to hold eight bulbs of thick, black oil; it currently holds five. (These are draughts of Morpheus.)

GM Background: The researchers here have been using draughts of Morpheus to work even longer hours.

LETTER FROM GRUI TO ALIASTER

Milord Aliaster the Wise—

Please accept these Draughts of Morpheus with the most sincere compliments of your sister. If you should have need of any further aids to your work or workers, do not hesitate in your request.

Grui
Master of the Alchemical Laboratories
upon the Brewer’s Close

AREA 9 – PRIMARY ALCHEMICAL LABORATORY

The primary alchemical laboratory has been erected here. Two sets of cocoons and nests are in various states of deconstruction, with various alchemical solutions being applied in an attempt to restimulate growth.

NOTE ON NECESSARY ALCHEMICAL SUPPLIES

We’ll need a fresh supply of Naiad’s Tears if we’re going to prevent the cross-contamination endemic in this fecund material.

Also—I have an urgent need for Serenity Draught. It seems to be of great use in easing the side effects of the hell-scourge grafts currently suffered by Navanna’s wolves.

Send word to the lab on Guilder Street and lay in a goodly supply of both… and perhaps a word about the efficacy of the Serenity Draught should be sent along to Brewer’s Close.

                                                                                                -Aliaster

VLADAAM ASKARA RESEARCH NOTES

These research notes describe ongoing studies of the “severely charcoaled organic remains” found in the Oldtown apartment complex. The goal of the research is clearly an attempt to reconstruct the “mutagenic and metamorphic compounds used to create the hybridized morphologies.”

In other words, the researcher clearly does not know the term askara and the research is an attempt to reconstruct its properties. To this end, they have dissected and analyzed various tissue samples and are now in the process of applying various alchemical substances in an effort to “reinvigorate growth.”

GM Note: This handout is written for PCs who participated in the vents of Night of Dissolution and are familiar with the term “askara” and, broadly, what the cultists were trying to accomplish. If that’s not the case in your campaign, you’ll want to rewrite the handout appropriately or present the information in a different way.

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Bruce Cordell gives us a solid adventure, but ultimately fails to excite us.

Review Originally Published March 15th, 2002

Wizard’s Adventure Path modules are designed to take a group of starting adventurers from 1st level all the way to 20th. (You can read my reviews of The Sunless Citadel, The Forge of Fury, The Speaker in Dreams, and The Standing Stone here on RPGNet the Alexandrian.)

The first two modules in this series — The Sunless Citadel and The Forge of Fury — are, in my opinion, destined to become classics. These modules succeeded on three levels: First, they were executed with near-flawless precision. Second, they embodied two ineffable archetypes of D&D (a dungeon and a dwarven citadel). Finally, while playing with archetypal structures they also avoided the cliché by offering a few unique twists, lots of specific color, and well-designed encounters and scenarios.

The next two adventures in the series, unfortunately, tapered off somewhat: The Speaker in Dreams is well-executed, but simply lacks a certain degree of flair. Where The Sunless Citadel and The Forge of Fury have the potential to generate stories that will be swapped around your gaming table for years to come, The Speaker in Dreams provides only a light weekend’s entertainment. The fourth module, The Standing Stone, proceeded to drop the ball entirely – bordering on the unplayable without serious fix-up work by the DM.

Which brings us to the fifth Adventure Path module, Heart of Nightfang Spire, designed for 10th-level PCs.

PLOT

Warning: This review will contain spoilers for Heart of Nightfang Spire and The Sunless Citadel. Players who may find themselves playing in this adventure should not read beyond this point.

Heart of Nightfang Spire is something of a sequel to The Sunless Citadel, although there’s absolutely no requirement that the party has played through the previous module. (And I mean that: This isn’t one of those “you don’t need the previous module; but this one is going to suck if you don’t have it”. Heart of Nightfang Spire really does stand by itself.) At the end of The Sunless Citadel, the players cut down the evil Gulthias Tree, which had grown from the stake stabbed through the heart of a vampire.

Unfortunately, the vampire – Gulthias – wasn’t actually dead when the PCs did this, just impaled. As a result, shortly after the PCs left, Gulthias rose once more, returning to this old power base, Nightfang Spire.

(Play the ominous music here.)

Basically it breaks down like this: Gulthias is the leader of a cult of undead, all of whom worship the dragon Ashardalon. Although Ashardalon was killed centuries ago (in fact, the titular heart of Nightfang Spire is Ashardalon’s heart, transformed into a powerful evil artifact), Gulthias believes that if he performs enough atrocities in Ashardalon’s name, the dragon will return. Gulthias is probably insane.

The PCs head off to Nightfang Spire. Once there, they have to fight through undead, girallons, and a couple of demonic servitors in order to collect the four parts of the dragon key which give them access to the Spire’s core, where they face off against Gulthias and (presumably) destroy the evil heart.

(Roll credits.)

WEAKNESSES

Overall, Heart of Nightfang Spire represents an improvement over both The Standing Stone and The Speaker in Dreams. Unfortunately, it also fails to get back up to the high quality of The Sunless Citadel and The Forge of Fury.

Ultimately, here, the flaw is not one of execution: With only a couple of exceptions, Heart of Nightfang Spire is flawless. The problem lies in Cordell’s failure to actively excite you with his adventure: Nightfang Spire is simply not all that interesting as a location; Gulthias’ cult simply isn’t that interesting an antagonist.

I mean, let’s take a closer look at the cult: As far as I can tell, their master plan boils down to nothing more than “being really nasty”. There’s nothing wrong with that, but are you really going to turn to one of your gamer buddies in later years and say, “Hey, you remember that time we beat those guys who were being really nasty?”

Similarly, there’s nothing wrong about Nightfang Spire, but there’s also nothing special about it: It’s a tower with some catacombs underneath it.

And the problem here isn’t that you won’t be swapping stories about Nightfang Spire five years from: It’s that Nightfang Spire is boring. Because there’s nothing unique about the setting, and because there’s really nothing memorable about the villains, Heart of Nightfang Spire plays like the worst of all possible dungeon crawls: Kick open the door. Kill the monsters. Gather the treasure. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.

A couple of other minor flaws I want to mention here:

First, the text of the module does not match the interior illustration which does not match the map which does not match the cover. In short, there are about a half dozen versions of the Spire in this product.

Second, the Adventure Path series as a whole suffers from very weak adventure hooks (as I’ve commented in my previous reviews). Heart of Nightfang Spire is no exception. (And this helps contribute to the lack of any sense of purpose in the module.)

Finally, Cordell doesn’t use his villains to their full effectiveness. For example, Gulthias has inscribed a magical rune in various locations throughout the Spire – allowing him to scry on those locations and teleport his vampiric spawn through the runes to those locations. But, despite a few lackluster notes about potential courses of action Gulthias might take, these gazeways (as they are called) are never truly used to their full potential. I want to see vampiric hit squads teleported in behind the PCs; hit-and-run tactics that the PCs can’t figure out; and so forth. Once Gulthias knows the PCs are there I want to see him mobilize the entire tower, not sit sulking in his lair waiting for the PCs to systematically wipe him out.

STRENGTHS

I’ve explained to you everything that’s wrong with Heart of Nightfang Spire. Now let me show you that I’ve been a little unfair:

First, there is some unique flair to Nightfang Spire. Specifically, the adventure is designed so that the PCs have to fly through the top of the tower and then work their way down. Unfortunately, this is complicated somewhat by area 1 – which is some sort of ground level entrance to the tower. Although the description of area 1 suggests that there is still a door providing access to the tower here, this door remains completely unreferenced on the maps. I can only conclude that, in point of fact, this entrance does not exist (possibly it was bricked up at some point in the past?).

Second, there are some encounters here which are notably well done. For example, the 7th-level monk mummy and the vampiric gibbering mouther. Both of these technically violate the rules, but it doesn’t really matter: They’re cool concepts. Also, the module opens with a mid-air fight as the PCs try to gain access to the Spire – an encounter which is probably the highlight of the adventure (which is unfortunate, because it’s also the first encounter of the adventure – it’s all down hill from here).

Third, Cordell does present an environment where creatures respond to disturbances near them. In fact, on a room-by-room level, the Spire is far more detailed in terms of dynamic monster reactions than most modules. The problem is that the Spire, by its very nature, should be even more dynamic.

Finally, let me repeat myself by saying that Heart of Nightfang Spire is a solid adventure. The execution of the actual elements is almost impeccably solid: It’s only the elements themselves which lack a certain luster to my eyes.

CONCLUSION

Ultimately, as I step back and look at Heart of Nightfang Spire, I am struck by a single word:

Bland.

That being said, there’s enough raw material here that you should be able to spice things up easily enough: First, give the cult some meat. They need a real, tangible, meaningful, threatening goal. Wiping out a pocket of random evil is about as exciting as watching paint dry, but having tale to tell about stopping the Cult of Gulthias from [insert dramatic plot here]? That has something going for it. (This may be as simple as having the return of Ashardalon as a serious, tangible threat – rather than something so utterly ridiculous that people giggle about it behind Gulthias’ back.)

Second, really work on giving the tower a credible defense. Gulthias not only becomes a more memorable villain if he’s manipulating his minions (and using his own powerful abilities) to constantly harass the PCs, but the entire adventure will become far more exciting because – in one stroke – you will have successfully demolished the “kick open door, kill monsters, gather treasure” mentality which is here right now. (Two things to watch for here: First, the girallons are already very potent opponents. If you allow Gulthias to gang them up against the PCs, the PCs will most likely be dead. By the same token, the PCs should really need to retreat and regroup if Gulthias manages to get his defenses credibly focused. Second, once Gulthias knows the PCs are going for the dragon key he isn’t going to just sit there and let them gather the pieces together so that they can come and destroy him.)

So, in the final analysis, Heart of Nightfang Spire is probably a good value for your money. But I would recommend against running it straight out of the box: The result will likely disappoint.

Style: 4
Substance: 4

Authors: Bruce Cordell
Company: Wizards of the Coast
Line: D&D
Price: $9.95
ISBN: 0-7869-1847-0
Production Code: WTC11847
Pages: 32

When I ran The Sunless Citadel, I revamped the entire mythology behind the Gulthias Tree. In doing so, I’d inadvertently cut myself off from using Heart of Nightfang Spire, which is, obviously, completely dependent on the original mythology of the staked vampire. (The concept of the PCs accidentally freeing a staked vampire is very clever, though.) As a result, I’ve never actually run Heart of Nightfang Spire.

I think my closing paragraphs, however, were groping towards a desire to remix these Adventure Path modules in a way that would perhaps bind them just a little closer together: The opportunity to learn more lore about Ashardalon throughout the series, for example. Or for Gulthias’ resurgent cult to have more connections to and lore about the wider drama.

I should probably resist the temptation to go deeper down this rabbit hole…

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DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 47B: Children of Mrathrach

Mahdoth rotated towards them. “I’m going to release you now.”

And he did.

The artificial high of ebullient friendship fled from them, but not the memory of what they had experienced.

Mahdoth asked for their assistance in mounting a defense against whatever was coming. “Since I seem to find myself rather short-handed this evening.”

Games like D&D, Numenera, and Shadowrun have bestiaries filled with strange critters. The best of these will be filled with clever and creative lore that will inspire countless adventures and help you bring the creatures to vivid life at the gaming table. But what’s also important is that each creature is a little dollop of mechanical novelty.

It’s one of the ways in which fantastical games can be easier to run than games set strictly in the real world: Once you’ve introduced those fantastical elements, it becomes a lot easier to mechanically distinguish opponents — for a dragon to be different from a beholder which is different from a rust monster which is different than a black pudding. And that mechanical distinction, in turns, helps to keep combat-oriented play varied and fresh.

For this very reason, of course, these bestiaries are primarily designed to give GMs opponents that they can funnel into combat encounters: Take monster. Plug into combat system. Out pops 15 to 45 minutes of fun.

But here’s the secret: The same dollop of mechanical novelty that makes a creature a unique opponent can also mix things up and provide a breath of fresh air for the players. All you need to do is give the PCs an opportunity to fight with monsters at their side, whether that’s

• taming exotic pets,
• recruiting fantastical hirelings,
• forming a temporary alliance with a beholder, or
• having one of the PCs magically transformed into a harpy.

Not every monster, of course, will be appropriate or effective as a constant companion or permanent fixture in the party. (At least, not in every campaign.) But for a single fight or short-term alliance? You can have success with literally any monster, as long as the circumstances are right.

When a monster has joined the party, one option to consider is letting one of the players actually run the monster. (At least during fight scenes, if not otherwise.) It’s another nice twist and really mixes things up for the players. It can also be used to let players who PCs aren’t in the current fight scene still participate.

To make this work smoothly, thought, you need to make sure that the monster’s stat block is (a) in a format you can easily hand over (i.e., a separate sheet or paper or digital handout) and (b) organized in a way that will make the creature easy to pick up and start playing immediately. (It’s surprising how many games feature stat blocks that are opaque and difficult to use. If you’re planning to do this, you may need to, for example, prep a cheat sheet for the monster’s spells or abilities so that the player won’t need to look them up, possibly in books they don’t own.)

Ultimately, variety is the spice of life. And the best way to keep things fresh is often to shuffle these monstrous wonders along so that they don’t become commonplace or standard operating procedure.

The best part, though, is that once your players start thinking of the “monsters” of your campaign setting as a recruitable resource, you won’t have to set up these situations. You’ll just have to follow your players’ lead.

Campaign Journal: Session 47C – Running the Campaign: Inserting Bangs
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

SESSION 47B: CHILDREN OF MRATHRACH

December 26th, 2009
The 25th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

Mahdoth rotated towards them. “I’m going to release you now.”

And he did.

The artificial high of ebullient friendship fled from them, but not the memory of what they had experienced.

Mahdoth asked for their assistance in mounting a defense against whatever was coming. “Since I seem to find myself rather short-handed this evening.”

They readily agreed. Elestra was still extremely paranoid (trying to figure out some way that Urak could think he had been suborned while Mahdoth was actually still calling the shots), but the others were quick to point out that he had released Agnarr, Tee, Tor, and Ranthir… even though he didn’t need to do that.

It turned out that the unused door Tee had spotted at the far end of the western cells actually led to the caverns. Mahdoth explained that an expansion of the asylum had broken into a section of the natural caverns beneath Ptolus. The caverns had never been properly explored, but when they became a perpetual source of random dangers, Mahdoth simply had them sealed off.

Mahdoth proposed that he would wait for the cultists upstairs while they kept a watch on the door down here. They thought that was a grand idea (particularly Elestra), and their only concern was the lack of any means of proper communication. To solve this problem, Ranthir went upstairs with Mahdoth to cast an alarm spell that Mahdoth could enter if he needed their help. Conversely, if they needed Mahdoth’s help it would be trivial for Elestra to send her homunculus up through the floor to fetch him.

Before they parted, Mahdoth grabbed the amulet that Urak had worn and gave it to Ranthir. It would allow him to punch through the suppression field with his spells.

UPSTAIRS WITH MAHDOTH

The minutes ticked past with tense expectation. They were drawing near the midnight hour—

Mahdoth floated through the door, carrying with him a statue depicting one of the goat-headed demons they had met in Pythoness House. They quickly realized that this was the only remnant of the battle that had been fought upstairs.

Mahdoth quickly related what had happened: When the knock came at the upper door, the beholder had opened it to discover the demon, two ratbrutes, and a dozen or so ratlings amassed outside. Leveling one of his eyestalks, he had instantly turned the demon into a statue. In the same moment, he had put one of the ratbrutes to sleep and disintegrated the other.

At the sight, the other ratlings had panicked and fled. He killed the ratbrute, plucked from its body a letter, and then dusted it. Then he grabbed the demon-statue and brought it downstairs.

Tor, upon hearing the story, bowed his head. “I apologize. We had absolutely no business trying to come in here and kill you.

“Yes,” Mahdoth said. “Quite.”

ILLADRAS’ PROMISSORY NOTE

Salcabot—

Your information regarding Silion’s last communion with the Black Voice is, indeed, most valuable. And your mercenary spirit in exploiting it is most commendable in the eyes of Wuntad.

To ensure that no disruption of this most important trade is to be suffered due to the recent and shameful disgraces of the Blooded Knife, Nalfarassik shall accompany you. He shall command the respect of the Children of Mrathrach.

But fear not. I witness the will of Wuntad, and this note shall serve as promissory to such effect, that if your information proves true and the trade continues unabated due to your efforts, we of the Tolling Bell shall support your claims to leadership among the Brothers of the Blooded Knife.

                                                                                Illadras

As Tee finished reading the letter aloud, they took some private joy in learning that the Blooded Knife had been shamed. Then they turned their attention to the second fight that they knew was fast approaching the far side of the locked door before them.

Mahdoth offered them a final briefing: The cells in this block were laced with antimagic. Three of them were currently occupied. None of them should be disturbed.

“What about that passage?” Tee asked, pointing at the narrow way she had noticed before.

“Don’t go down there.”

THE CHILDREN OF MRATHRACH

A chaotic and seemingly senseless knock came at the door.

The spellcasters turned Tee invisible. Ranthir conjured an illusion of the demon answering the door, carefully choreographing it to match Mahdoth’s telekinetic opening of the same.

In the cavern beyond the door they saw a procession of serpent people. Eight of them bore four crates, four more stood guard upon them, and leading them was a larger creature of red eyes and black scales.

The black-scaled serpent hissed something in a sibilant tongue that none of them could understand. Everyone froze for a moment (except for Tee, who slipped quietly through the door).

When the demon failed to respond, it was clear that the serpents were becoming suspicious. Ranthir, realizing that the jig was already up, dropped a fireball into the midst of the serpent’s procession. Tee, who had worked her way into their midst, hit the deck and was narrowly missed by the flames rushing over her head. The serpent people around her, however, were not so lucky. The scent of burning flesh filled the air.

The black-scaled serpent turned to flee, but Mahdoth floated into view and blasted it repeatedly with a coruscating array of beams – the last of which caused it to explode in a fine mist of blood as it collapsed at the far end of the cavern.

As Mahdoth’s rays dropped away, Tor dashed through the door and finished off the rest of the serpent people still trying to reel away from the charcoaled remains of their brethren. Tee had scarcely had a chance to regain her feet and the fight was already over.

Amid the bodies they found a scroll of black parchment. Strange, twisted characters were written upon it in silver ink. Elestra reached out through the ancient knowledge held quiescent within the Spirit of the City and translated the script. And then she cried out in dismay.

BLACK PARCHMENT

Know that the barren serpent savages of the Teeth are not unknown unto the Children of Mrathrach.

Know that we will not deign to meet their kin.

Know that they are no kin to us.

Know that we disdain their foulness.

Know that we scorn the questioning of this “Wulvera” as to such a purpose.

Know that we act only by action of the Voice of All Chaos.

Know that the blood of the slave races must be paid.

Know that we do not forget our labor.

Know that we do not forget the great labor to be done.

The four crates, for better or for worse, remained largely undamaged by Ranthir’s fireball. At Tee’s direction, Agnarr began wrenching them open:

The first contained some sort of strange, semi-organic foam – as if some terrible living entity had grown to fill the box like a swollen tumor.

The second had a suit of plate armor that was heavily insulated with a silvery fabric. The exterior of the armor was filigreed with copper and a number of iron antennae – some large and some small – jutted out from it at odd, almost disturbing angles; jagging this way and that in a chaotic fashion.

The third contained several items – two pairs of manacles made of intricately etched brass attached to a similarly-etched oblong device by a long, rubbery cord; a cocoon-like container of silvery-black metal containing six small, oblong spheres of similar metal; and a large iron collar with five oblong nodules extruding from it in equidistant points along its circumference.

The fourth held sixteen canopic-like jars containing some sort of thick fluid; twelve fluted vials containing a thick, pinkish liquid; and four three-pronged syringes containing a bluish-silver liquid.

The contents were almost certainly chaositech and uniformly disturbing, and it was only at Tee’s great insistence that Agnarr peeled back the semi-organic foam in the first crate to reveal its true contents: A two-foot-long brain trailing a pair of long, spindly, tentacle-like arms ending in complex, grasping clamps. Once freed from the foam, the brain slowly floated up into the air before it was vigorously shoved back into its crate by the barbarian.

Tee turned from watching Agnarr trying to wrestle the brain back into its crate. To Mahdoth she said, “We know where we can dispose of these items safely.”

“Fine,” Mahdoth said. “Take them. I intend to seal this door and use better discretion in finding new help.”

He escorted them back up the stairs. “Two final points,” he said. “First, lock the door behind you. Second… if you are to cross paths with the Pactlords, be wary. They are larger and more dangerous than they appear. And now, good night. Apparently I must arise early to single-handedly attend to all the affairs of this asylum.”

“Well, if you’re in the market for new assistants…” Tee offered.

“The pay is 5 gold a week.”

“Or perhaps not.”

Running the Campaign: Fighting With Monsters – Campaign Journal: Session 47C
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index