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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 36A: THE KNIGHTING OF TOR

January 24th, 2009
The 19th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

Lord Zavere and Lady Rill of Castle Shard - Ptolus (Monte Cook Games)

Going downstairs, Ranthir discovered that he had overslept – it was now midmorning on the 19th. Tellith had yet another letter for them, this one having arrived earlier that morning.

NOTE FROM ZAVERE

I have at least some of the information you requested. Attend me at Castle Shard at your leisure.

                                                                                – Zavere

He returned to the others, who were still awaiting his return in the antechamber of the Banewarrens. While Elestra refreshed the alarm spell on the sealed door, they discussed their plans for the day: They gave up on the idea of tracing the teleport (concluding that too much time had passed for a useful pursuit to be raised), but they still needed to follow up on the letters from both Zavere and Mahdoth’s Asylum. And, of course, Tor was to be knighted.

They decided to split up.

THE KNIGHTING OF TOR

The Godskeep - Ptolus (Monte Cook Games)

The Godskeep

Tor left the others and rode Blue to the Cathedral of Athor. There, at the doors of the church, he was met by Sir Gemmell. From the Cathedral he was taken to the Godskeep and through its double-gates.

A pavilion had been raised in the square north of the Godskeep. Twenty red-sashed members of the Order had been gathered in two flanking ranks, facing a raised dais onto which Gemmell and Tor emerged. The knights raised their swords in salute, and kept them raised.

Atop the western and eastern towers of the Godskeep stood the great statues of Athor the Father and Crissa the Mother. With the knights of the Order saluting him, Tor watched as priests poured holy water across the feet of the twin statues. This water passed down through channels crafted into the bas reliefs upon the northern wall of the Godskeep and caught in vessels of the true silver, mithril.

Into these vessels were first dipped cups of the true gold, taurum, and these were brought forth.

Sir Gemmell gestured for Tor to kneel. “Squire, will you take the oaths?”

“I will.”

Sir Gemmell dipped his fingers into the water touched by the Father and upon Tor’s brow drew the sign of the Knight’s Cross.

May my purpose be governed by the wisdom of Athor, Father of All Things.

Tor repeated the oath as it was said to him.

Sir Gemmell dipped his fingers into the second cup and drew the Arms of the Mother, Crissa’s holy ankh.

May my service be shaped by the compassion of Crissa, Mother of All Things.

The twin vessels of mithril were taken to the statues of the other gods, and some slight amount of it poured over their feet and into similar cups of taurum. And these, too, were brought forth.

The Sword and Chalice…

May my blade be guided by the honor of Itor, Warrior Unparred.

The Daggered Cross…

May my mind be honed by the cunning of Itehl, that my sight never be clouded.

The Wheel of Night…

May my heart be opened by Sarathyn, that my actions be true.

The Wheel of Light…

May my life be blessed by Sayl, that my service may be long.

The Crescent Moon…

May my soul be resonant with the touch of Tohlen, that my works may nurture.

The Eye of the Veil…

May my fate be true to the will of Bahl, that I take no life in vain.

And in this way, Tor did service upon the Eight Stations and swore the Eight Oaths. The gathered knights lowered their blades and Sir Gemmell laid his own blade upon Tor’s shoulders.

“Rise, Sir Torland.”

A procession was then formed, led by the priests and followed by Sir Gemmell and Sir Tor. They passed through the gates of the Godskeep and then into the inner passages. Tor was guided by a secret way into the basement of the keep itself, and there taken to a chamber where the Statue of Vehthyl stood.

Here the last of the water from the cups of mithril were washed across the feet of Vehthyl and into a final cup of taurum. And from this Tor drank deep.

May I be held worthy in the eyes of silver mastery, that my path may stand as one with those of the Nine Gods and the Church Which Is Their Voice.

And from the wall Sir Gemmell drew down the Sword of the Order and approached Tor to perform the True Knighting.

But as he did, a figure appeared from out of the shadows. “I would be honored if you would allow me to finish this ceremony, Sir Gemmell.”

It was Rehobath. Sir Gemmell yielded the sword to him, and Rehobath placed the blade lightly upon Tor’s shoulders.

When Tor had risen once more, Rehobath smiled at him. “Sir Torland, I am glad to see the ranks of the Order so quickly refreshed. The treason of Sir Kabel has hurt us grievously, and it is good to see one of those wounds begin to heal.”

“Thank you, milord.”

“If there is any favor that I might do for you, name it.”

“There is one thing,” Tor said hesitantly. “I would like my daughters to know that I have been knighted. If word could be sent to them…”

“I will see to it.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, I know that both you and the Chosen of Vehthyl are busy about the business of the Church. And so I shall let you return to it.”

Rehobath left. And after Sir Gemmell and several of the other knights assembled had given him their own congratulations, Tor left as well.

THE THIRD LORD OF CASTLE SHARD

The others, meanwhile, had headed up to Castle Shard. Kadmus, of course, was waiting for them at the end of the drawbridge when they arrived. As they passed through the entry hall, they saw that the bas reliefs had changed once again. They now depicted, on one side, squat figures bearing a heavy boulder and, on the opposite side, winged figures chained to a boulder by chains.

“That’s ominous,” Tee said.

But Lord Zavere greeted them with his familiar smile.

“Have you had any luck questioning Tavan Zith?” Tee asked.

“No,” Zavere said. “He remains quite mad. And uncooperative.”

But Zavere had looked through the archives of the Castle for information on the Banewarrens. Like Jevicca, he told them about Alchestrin, who had once been the Third Lord of Castle Shard. “He became obsessed with the hidden secrets of the Spire and bent all the power of the Shard towards discovering its secrets.

“Unfortunately,” Zavere went on to say, “Most of the actual lorebooks and artifacts he collected are missing from the archives. It’s possible, given the… poor circumstances under which he left the Castle, that he took these resources with him.

“I know little of Alchestrin’s fate after he left the Castle. But I do know that his tomb is located in the Necropolis, somewhere on Darklock Hill. It’s reputedly a rather large complex, but I have no record of where it might lie precisely. However, it would have been marked with Alchestrin’s sigil.”

Alchestrin's Sigil

Running the Campaign: Using RitualsCampaign Journal: Session 36B
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

Timeline of an Explosion - lisalin_art

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 35C: Ambush in the Banewarrens

“My friends! To arms! To arms!”

“There’s something wrong!” Tee took off running down the hall.

Agnarr and the freshly boot-enhanced Tor both passed her easily in the race out of the Banewarrens. Coming back up the tunnel leading to the antechamber, however, they came up short in front of a wall of seemingly impenetrable darkness. A few moments later, the others caught up to them. Even Tee’s elven vision couldn’t penetrate its unnatural depths. And everything beyond it was eerily silent.

Then Tee heard heavy footsteps approaching them from out of the darkness… but as those footsteps emerged into the passage, there was still nothing to be seen. Tee whipped her dragon pistol up and fired.

The shot missed.

I’ve previously discussed prepping scenario timelines. The short version is that when you have an evolving situation in your campaign and you’re not sure exactly when the PCs will re-engage with it, the best way to prep that situation is often a timeline of upcoming events — e.g., on the 18th the bad guys will rebuild the south wall; on the 19th the bad guys will hire mercenaries to reinforce the compound; on the 20th they’ll hire an assassin to hunt down the PCs; etc.

When the events from this timeline would directly intersect the PCs, I’ll copy the appropriate entry into the Events section of my campaign status document.

Which leads us to the current installment of the campaign journal.

As I mentioned last week in Running the Campaign: Weaving the Background, the events described in this installment of the campaign journal are being driven by this Event:

09/18/790 (11 PM): GQT2 comes to Nibeck Street mansion. (BW Status)

To decode that a bit:

  • GQT2 stands for Grail Quest Team 2. The grail quest teams are dispatched by the Pactlords of the Quaan to find the Black Grail (which they believe lies within the Banewarrens). After the PCs wiped out GQT1, the Pactlords assembled a second team to send in.
  • BW Status means “Banewarrens Status.” This is a cross-reference to another section of the campaign status document where I’ve collected all of the Banewarrens-related updates, events, etc. (In addition to the GQT2 material in this section, at this time there were also sub-sections tracking the Malignant Crystal, Umber Hulk, and Thought Stalker.)

So this entry is:

  1. Letting me know that something is happening in the campaign world that might be immediately significant to the PCs. (Because (a) they have an alarm spell in the Banewarrens and/or (b) they might be in the Nibeck Street mansion, Kalerecent’s cave, or the Banewarrens themselves and directly interact with the Pactlords.)
  2. That there’s additional details about this event that I should reference in “BW Status.”

And if we flip over to “BW Status,” here’s the full entry on the GQT2:

GQT2:

9/18/790 (5 AM): [SPOILER] arranges for Kularas’ escape. Kularas returns to the Belfry.

09/18/790 (11 PM): The GQT2 + Kularas goes to the Nibeck Mansion and scouts carefully, trying to determine if the PCs are present.

  • If they are, they’ll pull back to the mansion and lay an ambush (which they’ll flee from quickly if it appears to be going badly). If forced to abandon the ambush, they’ll put a watch on the mansion and then go in when the PCs are known to have left.
  • If they aren’t, they all attack Kalerecent and move into the Broken Seal area. They’ll stay in the Broken Seal area until late on 9/19/790, trying to figure out some way through the Sealed Door. They’ll check back every two days until 9/29/790, when they’ll return with another wish spell to open the door (which they’ll go through, knowing that Kikanuile has a ring to get them back out).

If they learn of the Banewarrens’ key from [SPOILER], they’ll start trying to figure out where it might be, too. This will eventually lead them to Alchestrin’s Tomb. (With their resources, they’ll actually know that Alchestrin had the key at one time.)

The last paragraph here are, as you can kind of see, just notes I’ve made about potential future actions of the Pactlords. I haven’t taken time to work these out in detail, however, because I think it’s likely that the PCs will interact with the Pactlords — directly or otherwise — on the 18th, which will change the direction of everything that comes after. (There’s no sense wasting time prepping a bunch of stuff that will just get thrown away.)

So how do you know how far ahead you should prep? Honestly, that’s as much art as science. You’re partly making a best guess about what the players will want to do. (In this case, I think it’s very likely that they’ll be coming back to the Banewarrens sooner rather than later.) And, if in doubt, you can also be guided by how far you think the PCs could conceivably get in the next session. (It’s incredibly unlikely in the In the Shadow of the Spire campaign, for example, that we’re suddenly going to start rushing through multiple days in a single session, so if I have any doubt about how things might turn out, there’s little reason to push a timeline out more than 1-2 days in advance.)

Ideally, though, you’re looking for the event horizon: The point beyond which you know that you can’t see the outcome.

And this session is a great example of exactly WHY you want to find the event horizon: Because the PCs will inevitably blow up your timeline.

BLOWING UP THE TIMELINE

And that’s OK. The reality is that these timelines are designed to be blown up.

In this case, though, I definitely thought I knew how these events were going to play out: I thought it was actually very unlikely that the PCs would be in the Banewarrens at 11 PM when the GQT2 showed up. In their discussions they’d put a little too much faith in their alarm spell to warn them of trouble while they were looking for the Banewarrens’ key and:

  • that alarm wouldn’t warn them if Kalerecent was attacked; and
  • I already knew they were actually spending most of their time outside range of the alarm

So I figured the outcome here was pretty inevitable: Kalerecent, the lone guardian of the Banewarrens, would be ambushed by the Pactlords, hopelessly outclassed, and killed. Which would be great, because it would leave the Banewarrens unguarded, allowing all the different factions interested in the Banewarrens or about to become interested in the Banewarrens — the Pactlords, the Vladaams, the Church, etc. — to send in delving teams, transforming the dungeon into a dynamic and ever-evolving landscape that the PCs would find altered every time they returned.

I didn’t know exactly when the PCs would figure out that the Pactlords had killed Kalerecent and breached the Banewarrens again (which is why I positioned the timeline event horizon where I did), but I knew where the campaign was headed.

… except, of course, I didn’t.

Because the players looked over their notes, looked at the map of Ptolus hanging on the wall, and abruptly realized what I had realized: The alarm spell has a 1-mile radius, and the Ghostly Minstrel — where they slept at nights — was just outside the range.

They panicked and assumed they were already too late: The alarm had probably already been triggered, Kalerecent was dead, and who knew what terrible things were happening in the Banewarrens.

And so they immediately decamped to go see how bad things had gotten.

Except I looked at my campaign clock: They’d realized their error literally an hour before the Pactlords returned. So they checked in, saw everything was fine, recast the alarm spell, and then… stood around chatting about things.

As a result, they were just a couple rooms away when the Pactlords ambushed Kalerecent and the PCs were able to drive off the Pactlords and save Kalerecent.

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

Looking back on this 150+ sessions later, the impact this had on the campaign is kind of mind-boggling to me.

Not only did Kalerecent not die here, as I had felt so sure he would, he’s still alive today. The PCs arranged for other knights of the Order of the Dawn to join him in his watch, and made sure they had the supplies and resources they needed to keep the Banewarrens sealed.

Rather than a multi-party dynamic dungeon crawl (although there’s still a bit of that), the story of the Banewarrens in my campaign has instead largely been a bloody and inventive siege. (With, if I do say so myself, some incredibly clever play on both sides of the table.)

Not only have the defensive forces grown and multiplied, but the decision to bring in more members of the Order of the Dawn tangled the Banewarrens even more deeply into the politics surrounding the schism of the Church.

Eventually some of these knights would actually become PCs played by a second group of players running in tandem with the original group!

Of course, the alternative to all this would have been for me to simply decree:

The next time the PCs come to the Banewarrens, the Pactlords have killed Kalerecent.

A static, linear, guaranteed outcome.

But, honestly, where’s the fun in that?

Campaign Journal: Session 36ARunning the Campaign: Using Rituals
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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

SESSION 35C: AMBUSH IN THE BANEWARRENS

January 5th, 2009
The 18th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

JEVICCA AWAITS

Jevicca & the Ghostly Minstrel - Ptolus (Monte Cook Games)

When they returned to the Ghostly Minstrel late that night, they found Jevicca drinking in the common room. They greeted her with friendly cheer and, a short while later, went up to Elestra’s room.

Once they had reached that (relatively) secure privacy, they turned quickly to the business before them: They told her about the warding generator, the sealing properties of the walls, and the presence of the bone-ring wearers who were apparently responsible for breaching the Banewarrens.

Jevicca inspected the ring they had given her. “There are binding magicks, warding magicks, and geas magicks at work here. But they are all intertwined and well obscured. May I take this with me to have it properly studied?”

“Sure,” Tee said. “I’ve got plenty of them.”

“I wouldn’t recommend trying any of them on.”

“Yeah, we figured that out for ourselves.”

Jevicca paid each of them the 1,000 gold pieces she had promised. Then she made them a new offer: “The Inverted Pyramid wants the Banewarrens sealed.”

“I don’t know if we can do that,” Ranthir said. “It would take me weeks to work out how to repair the warding generator… if it’s possible at all.”

“I’ll see if I can get help from the Pyramid for that,” Jevicca said. “But the important thing is the creature that penetrated the inner door. If she’s still inside, she could break the seals again and escape – leaving the Banewarrens open behind her.”

Jevicca offered each of them a payment of 2,000 gold pieces or a custom-made mage-touched item worth twice that much if they could track down and remove or kill the invader. After a brief discussion, they agreed. (In many ways it was an easy decision: They wanted the Banewarrens closed just as much as the Inverted Pyramid did. They might as well get paid for doing it.)

Jevicca had also been busy researching. She was able to tell them of three significant historical efforts to penetrate the Banewarrens: Alchestrin, a former Lord of Castle Shard, studied the Banewarrens extensively. He was almost certainly the most knowledgable person in the modern era when it came to the subject.

Sokalahn was a powerful sorcerer of pre-history who spent years or possibly even decades attempting to breach the wards around the Banewarrens. In the casting of a powerful ritual towards that end he met with a spectacular failure – great energies were spun forth which twisted into pools and eddies called the Pits of Insanity. “These pools of pure chaos,” Jevicca said, “Were scattered throughout the subterranean areas around the city, playing havoc with physical laws and magical powers.”

Elestra shuddered.

“Ghul also made many attempts, few of which were documented – but all of which failed. He eventually came to believe that the secret of overcoming the magical wards might lie with the arts of chaositech.”

AMBUSH IN THE BANEWARRENS

They returned to the Banewarrens to renew the spell of alarming they had placed on the door. On the way, they realized they had become careless: The Ghostly Minstrel lay outside the range of the spell, and yet they had gone there several times that day. At the thought, their hearts became ill at ease.

Fortunately, Kalerecent greeted them cheerfully in the excavated antechamber.

“Is everything all right?”

“All has been quiet here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Why? Has the alarm been triggered?”

“Err… No. Not at all.”

And, in fact, it had not. With their fears temporarily allayed, they headed down into the Banewarrens themselves. Ranthir cast a new alarm on the sealed door and they began chatting idly about their affairs: They decided to go to Mahdoth’s Asylum the next day to follow-up on the letter Ranthir had received. They considered different ways of fulfilling Jevicca’s new assignment. (“We should just lay siege here. She has to come out eventually.”) They also considered what should be done about the chaos temple in Oldtown and the other two temples they knew of in the Temple District.

And then Tee’s sharp ears caught it: “My friends! To arms! To arms!”

“There’s something wrong!” Tee took off running down the hall.

Agnarr and the freshly boot-enhanced Tor both passed her easily in the race out of the Banewarrens. Coming back up the tunnel leading to the antechamber, however, they came up short in front of a wall of seemingly impenetrable darkness. A few moments later, the others caught up to them. Even Tee’s elven vision couldn’t penetrate its unnatural depths. And everything beyond it was eerily silent.

They fidgeted, unsure of what they should do. Tor was skilled in the arts of blind-fighting – having practiced his swordcraft on many moonless nights – but without any idea of what might lay within the darkness it didn’t seem wise to go rushing in. (Although Agnarr firmly endorsed the “rushing in with both eyes shut” plan.)

Then Tee heard heavy footsteps approaching them from out of the darkness… but as those footsteps emerged into the passage, there was still nothing to be seen. Tee whipped her dragon pistol up and fired.

The shot missed.

A blue-skinned ogre with dark runes etched across its temples appeared out of thin air, swinging its massive sword. It caught Tee flat-footed and sent her stumbling backwards down the passage.

Dominic was completely exhausted by this point (it had been an impossibly long day), but he somehow dredged up the strength to draw once more upon his divine power and let it flow into Tor. Tor was gleeful to feel himself grow in the same way that he had seen Agnarr do so many times before, and even before the transformation was complete his sword had lashed out, striking the ogre with two quick blows.

Dazed and surprised, the ogre raised his sword to parry and cried out—“Yuinthu! They’re stronger than we thought! I need—“

And then Tor, with one last plunging thrust of his blade, killed the creature.

The ogre fell.

And the darkness fell with it.

To one side of the antechamber, another half-leonid creature crouched – seemingly shocked by the sudden return of the light. She had a slightly different countenance than the others they had fought, but was clearly of similar nature.

And to the other side of the chamber stood a tall, purplish-skinned humanoid with a mouth of frothing tentacles and slitted, milky-white eyes.

Ranthir recognized this latter creature as a “flayer” from vague references in ancient texts – and something about “feasting upon the brains of the living”.

Mind Flayer“Don’t let it eat your brains!” Ranthir cried out in warning.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Dominic muttered.

Tee moved forward to get a better shot at the betentacled creature, but as she moved into the antechamber two huge spiders dropped from the ceiling.

“Look up! Why do we never look up when it matters?!” Tor cursed in frustration.

Tee, for her part, barely managed to roll backwards down the tunnel – although she still received a nasty, slashing cut that burned painfully from the spider’s venom.

“Yuinthu!” the leonid cried. “We need to get out of here!” She bounded forward, leaping through the air and landing atop Tor – all of her claws raking painfully into this chest while her jaws sank deep into his shoulder. Her claws dug into his flesh as she bunched her legs and leapt back into the room, sending Tor staggering backwards.

While Tor was still trying to recover, Yuinthu – with a strange and alien gait – shambled forward and laid his hands upon the leonid. The leonid, in turn, laid her paws upon the ogre and the spiders both reached forth claws to touch the sphinx—

And they vanished.

RANTHIR AND THE DREAMING APOTHECARY

Dominic rushed to Kalerecent’s side, finding the knight still breathing shallowly. With a burst of holy energy, he got him back on his feet.

“You drove them off?”

“More or less,” Tee said.

“The ogre appeared out of thin air.”

“They disappeared that way, too.”

Ranthir had detected a slight aura of planar magic in the flayer’s escape spell. He suggested that they might be able to trace their teleport and proposed that they ask Jevicca to do it for them…

… which is when they realized they had no way of contacting her.

Knowing that Jevicca had contacts with the Dreaming Apothecary (because she had given their token to Elestra), Ranthir took the Apothecary’s token from Elestra and raced back to the Ghostly Minstrel. When he failed to find Jevicca in the common room there, he headed up to his room and placed the token under this pillow. In his excitement it took him some time to drift off to sleep, but he finally managed it.

When he awoke to find the representative of the Dreaming Apothecary in his room – dressed in cloth-of-gold and with her long, blond locks drifting through the air – and explained that he was trying to contact Jevicca.

The representative of the Dreaming Apothecary was unamused. “We are not a messenger service.”

Ranthir rapidly backpedaled, instead placing an order for a magical headband that would aid his arcane researches and making arrangements for payment.

The representative agreed to the commission, but then she raised her finger. “However, for your impudence, tonight your dreams shall be plagued with discontent. Do not forget this lesson, mage. We are not to be trifled with.”

The room was instantly swallowed in blackness and Ranthir felt himself thrown heavily backwards into his bed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing upon a crowded street at high noon. But there was something wrong with the faces of the people around him – they seemed indistinct, blurred, warped. His eyes could neither focus on them nor ignore them. The entire scene was deeply unsettling…

And then there were gasps of fear and cries of terror. His head snapped up. The surface of the sun was… festering. Green and black sores were spreading across its surface like cancerous growths. The sun was dying. And then a whisper, like a long-dead voice snatched by the wind, caught at his ear—

“…an age of endless night has come…”

He lurched awake to find himself in his own bed once again.

Running the Campaign: Ambushing Your TimelinesCampaign Journal: Session 36A
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

Map of Delver's Square & Tavern Row - Ptolus (Monte Cook Games)

DISCUSSING
In the Shadow of the Spire – Session 35B: Letters of Mysterious Motive

Tor was deeply concerned by the missive from the Order of the Dawn.

“Could he suspect? But if he was going to kill me, why would he send me a note?” Tor shrugged. “Of course, the last time I tried to think my way through this sort of thing, I ended up over-thinking it.”

I use a campaign status document to keep track of the loose threads, NPC actions, faction agendas, backdrop events, and everything else that goes into bringing a reactive and dynamic campaign to life.

This session is a great example of how you can take material from your campaign status document and weave it together into a complex and compelling session for your players. To follow along, though, you’ll first need to understand the various materials I’ve prepped for the In the Shadow of the Spire campaign:

  • Campaign Status Document, the details of which we’ll be diving into shortly.
  • Scenarios, which are probably largely self-explanatory. The overall campaign structure is node-based (with a subset of megadungeon-structured scenarios), so I also have a Campaign Revelation List which shows how all of the scenarios are connected to each other via clues. (This campaign is old enough that this document is still referred to as the “Adventure Track.”) The scenario notes themselves are divided into the separate acts of the campaign, and Act II into three subsections: Banewarrens scenarios, Night of Dissolution scenarios, and Chaos Cult (I use this division when organizing scenario files on my hard drive. I also have separate three-ring binders for each scenario type — so I have a Banewarrens binder, a Chaos Cult binder, and a Night of Dissolution binder at the table, although I believe at this point in the campaign, the CC and NOD scenarios were still in the same binder.) These scenarios are further indicated by an alphanumeric code, so NOD3 is the Surgeon in the Shadows, for example, while BW05 is the Outer Vaults of the Banewarrens.
  • Backdrop Files, which I discuss in the Smart Prep Each backdrop file provides a focused breakdown of ongoing background events that are related to each other. I maintain a number of these for the In the Shadow of the Spire campaign, but the two relevant for the current session are Backdrop 1: Balacazar vs. Killraven and Backdrop 2: Novarch in Exile. (At this point, the latter of these has begun transitioning out of being purely background material because the PCs keep getting involved with church politics.)
  • Interludes, which are scenarios unconnected to the primary campaign structures. This is a mix of one-off events, scenarios created by the players pursuing agendas of their own creation, and other miscellanea.
  • Subplots, which are long-running series of events which the PCs are interacting with (or expecting to interact with). A lot of these seem to end up being factions. (The distinction from Backdrops is that, due to their interactivity, the Subplots have either mini-scenarios or full scenarios. The distinction from Interludes is that Subplots aren’t one-shot adventures; they’re long-running sequences. Although, again, these distinctions get blurred in practice as PCs ignore subplots, get involved with events I thought were backdrops, or have long-term events spin off from an Interlude.)

It might be worth noting that I’m not super-invested in the Backdrop/Interludes/Subplots division; it’s just what I’ve found useful for organizing my notes for this specific campaign.

Okay, with this groundwork laid, let’s dig into Session 35.

IN THE CAMPAIGN STATUS DOCUMENT

The campaign date is 09/18/790 — the 18th day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty. The PCs have spent most of the day — in sessions 32 thru 34 — engaged with the chaos cultists at, first, the apartment building where they’re conducting their venom-shaped thrall experiments and, later, in the ruins of the Old City below the apartment building.

The result is that a bunch of events scheduled for the 18th have stacked up, particularly because the PCs spent most of the 17th throwing a huge spanner into the schisming of the Imperial Church and getting themselves thoroughly tangled up in a city-wide political crisis.

The two most relevant sections of my campaign status document here are the Newssheets (summarizing backdrop events in the city) and Events (which are things more or less “aimed” at the PCs). These are the relevant entries from each section for the 18th:

NEWSSHEETS

  • 09/18/790: Blood in the Bathhouse. A flock of ravens bursts the doors on the Row Bathhouse and drives out the customers. When the ravens fly out again, the baths have been polluted with Blood. (Tavern Row War)
  • 09/18/790: Vile Rites Performed in Oldtown! Report on what the City Watch discovered in the Oldtown apartment complex.

EVENTS

  • 09/18/790: Ranthir receives a letter from Mahdoth’s. (BW03A)
  • 09/18/790: Jevicca uses a sending to contact them. (Jevicca’s Sending)
  • 09/18/790: Gemmell sends Tor a letter. (The orc prisoner has escaped with inside help; Sir Kabel was warned. Gemmell is worried that there are traitors in the ranks. But he trusts Tor because he gave him Kabel’s letter.)
  • 09/18/790 (8 PM): Meeting with Sir Kabel at Pythoness House. (Meeting with Kabel)
  • 09/18/790 (11 PM): GQT2 comes to Nibeck Street mansion. (BW Status)

The text in parentheses at the end of some of these entries indicate that they are pointers, either to a separate document (e.g, Tavern Row War refers to a section of Backdrop 1: Balacazar vs. Killraven) or to a later section of the campaign status document (e.g, BW Status and Jevicca’s Sending are both sections which appear later). This way, these sections of the campaign status document don’t become overwhelmed with so much information that they can no longer serve their essential function.

You can see in the case of “Gemmell sends Tor a letter,” however, that the supplementary info was short enough that I could just leave it in situ. Similarly, the specific details of “Vile Rites Performed in Oldtown!” are something I’m prepared to just improvise as necessary.

In addition to these regular sections of the campaign status document, I’ve also added a special section entitled Tavern Row Events. These are “random” encounters that I prepped several weeks before this session as part of Backdrop 1: Balacazar vs. Killraven. Since the PCs are boarding just around the corner from Tavern Row — and regularly walk up and down the street — I wanted them to experience some of the peripheral shrapnel of this gang war themselves. I’ve transferred the events from the Backdrop File to the campaign status document so that they’ll be right in my face when I’m running the session. (That way I won’t forget about them.)

Usually I would integrate events like this into the regular sections of the campaign status document, but in this case I decided it would be more useful to keep them grouped together. (Particularly because they weren’t keyed to specific dates or times.)

TAVERN ROW EVENTS

Raven Spies: While passing down Tavern Row, the PCs notice an unusual number of ravens roosting along the rooftops — peering eerily down into the streets below. Passersby keep glancing up nervously at them.

  • These are Killraven spies.
  • Just before the Showdown at the Onyx Spider, the number of ravens will multiply, roosting on seemingly every rooftop.

The Stink Man: The PCs are in position to spot Durant and a couple of Killraven thugs heading into the Old Goose tavern. They’re either there to intimidate Unos (before the 15th), kill Unos (on the evening of the 15th), or to threaten Unos’ heir Talia.

Tellith’s Problems: Tellith is harassed by Killraven enforcers: An ogre sorcerer named Fatok and three thugs. They’re demanding a monthly protection payment of 100 gp.

  • “Don’t think your delver friends will help you.”

We can now see all the pieces that have been laid in place. These events have built up over time — either from long-term backdrop prep; time events; or consequences spinning off like free radicals from the actions of the over the last dozen sessions. All of these separate vectors have converged to seed the campaign status document with these specific mix of events for the 18th, and then the PCs actions on the 18th itself have further shaped how they’ll play out at the table.

RUNNING SESSION 35

You may want to pop open Session 35 in a separate browser tab so that you can follow along as we walk through the events that played out.

Having left the chaos temple in the Old City at the end of Session 34, the PCs kicked things off with some logistical play: Inventorying their loot, identifying magic items, etc. Standard stuff.

They had completed these chores as a matter of urgency and necessity, but now that the dinner hour was approaching, they realized they were still variously caked with sewer sludge, crusted blood, and other various foulnesses. And sothey headed toward the bathhouse on Tavern Row.

One of the reasons for keeping a campaign status document is that it can sit on the table right next to you during the whole session. Throughout the session, therefore, I’m consistently checking the campaign status document; sort of “touching base” to make sure I’m not forgetting anything and/or looking for stuff that I can opportunistically inject into the ongoing events.

Here my players are announcing their intention to visit a bathhouse on Tavern Row, and right at the top of my campaign status document I’m looking at the “Blood in the Bathhouse” event.

So this is pretty straightforward, right? It’s a no-brainer to have them arrive in the immediate aftermath of that event.

I then cross out this event, which obviously helps me keep track of what has and hasn’t happened. In addition, it also makes it easy for me to update my campaign status document between sessions by simply looking for and removing entries that have been crossed out.

With a shrug, Tor and Tee headed into the bathhouse. They found Derra, the proprietress of the bathhouse, being questioned by a watchman. Tee took the opportunity to sneak through the far door and into the baths themselves.

One consequence of having the PCs arrive in the immediate aftermath of the event — rather than hearing about it later through the rumor mill or by reading about it in a newssheet — is that they can choose to interact with it. “Derra” is just an improvised name, but I make a point of writing it down in my notes.

As they emerged from the door, they spotted a raven watching them from the roof on the opposite side of the Row. Seeing that it had been noticed, the raven took off and began to fly away to the south.

Since the PCs are on Tavern Row, it’s also time to trigger one of the Tavern Row Encounters. Here I’ve grabbed the “Raven Spies” encounters. It plays out a little differently than written because of the present circumstances. This is just fine, of course. But I also make the decision to NOT cross out the encounter. This is an encounter that could be easily repeated in any case.

Elestra flew in through the window of her room. The others followed on foot.

But when they opened the front door of the Ghostly Minstrel, they found Tellith being confronted by a large ogre and three thugs.

“—and don’t think your delver friends will help you,” the ogre growled.

“Delver friends like us?” Tee stabbed him in the back.

Elestra choosing to fly the Killraven spy straight back to their rooms (oh no!) has complicated this sequence of events more than I’d anticipated. (My thought behind the encounter was more along of the lines “look at those creepy ravens; they’re very creep.”)

Your thought might be to simplify it back down. Mine, on the other hand, is to seize the opportunity to add even more complexity to it. And since everyone is rushing back to the Ghostly Minstrel, I have an easy tool to do it: The “Tellith’s Troubles” encounter is not only apropos, but will also complicate the group’s desire to reach their rooms and join Elestra.

Tellith thanked them again for their help. While she was expressing her gratitude, she remembered that letters had come for “Master Ranthir and Master Tor, now where did they go? Ah! Here they are!”

Checking in with my campaign status document again, I can see that several letters were supposed to arrive for the PCs throughout the 18th. Since they’ve been out all day, these have all stacked up.

And this, of course, is a perfect time for Tellith to deliver them.

You can begin to see how all of these separate elements, independently added to my campaign status document (often just one at a time!), begin weaving together during actual play into complex, multilayered scenes and sequences.

THE WEAVING OF TOR

“Nor is that the only treason in our midst. The orc woman you captured in the Banewarrens has escaped.”

“Escaped?” This time Tor was truly surprised. “How is that possible?”

“There must be a traitor within the Order,” Gemmell said. “The truth is that you’re the only one I can trust. You not only gave me Sir Kabel’s location, but you were also responsible for capturing the escaped prisoner.”

Tor valiantly stopped himself from gaping. “I’m honored that you would place your faith in me.”

This is one of my favorite moments in the entire campaign.

It started back in Session 31, when I set up a crucible choice for Sir Tor by having Sir Gemmell and Sir Kabel both send him a letter at the same time: Which letter would be he respond to? Which side would he choose in the schisming of the Church and the Order of the Dawn?

And then Tor blew my mind.

Believing that the arrival of both letters nearly simultaneously was too strange to be a coincidence, Tor concluded that Sir Kabel’s letter was a fake, sent by Sir Gemmell to test his loyalty. So he responded by showing Sir Gemmell the letter, unwittingly betraying Sir Kabel.

That alone was the stuff great game sessions are made of: Tor was going to be completely devastated when he realized what he’d done!

… except the player mulled it over, and realized that she may have made a mistake. So Tor took emergency action and managed to warn Sir Kabel in the nick of time! Sir Kabel escaped just before Sir Gemmell arrived to arrest him!

Meanwhile, in that same session, the PCs had captured an agent of the Pactlords in the Banewarrens. (This was unanticipated, as I’d expected them to kill all the Pactlords.) After attempting to interrogate her, they decided to turn her over to the Imperial Church for safekeeping.

This was even more unexpected!

What the PCs didn’t know is that the Pactlords had a highly placed agent in the Imperial Church, and so the logical outcome of this was that the Pactlord agent would escape from custody.

At this point, Session 31 came to an end and I had the luxury of sitting back and thinking things through at my leisure. I put myself in Sir Gemmell’s position. I thought about what he knew. I thought about what his goals were. I thought about what his fears were.

… and that’s when I realized that from Gemmell’s point of view Tor was the only person he could trust.

Completely and unequivocally.

And, therefore, there was only possible thing for Gemmell to do: Immediately knight Tor so that he would be in a position to help Gemmell root out the traitor in his midst!

I don’t know if this will blow your mind the way it blew mine. But of all the possible outcomes I could have possibly imagined when this sequence of events was set in motion, I literally could not have imagined any of this happening. That’s the amazing beauty and incredible power of a roleplaying game.

And, again, you can see all of these threads weaving together and becoming something greater than the sum of their parts.

Tor was ecstatic at the thought of being knighted. He was so excited, in fact, that he stopped to buy a couple bottles of wine on his way back to meet the others.

The other thing I’ll note is that I’d originally expected Tor to receive Sir Gemmell’s letter earlier in the day. So his meeting with Gemmell  happening at the same time the group was meeting with Kabel is actually another example of events unexpectedly weaving together.

They were glad to see him well, and surprised to see the giddy smile on his face. As Tor was explaining the situation to them, however, Agnarr’s eyes suddenly glazed over and he spoke aloud:

Jevicca requires a meeting. I request an update on your progress and have information for you.

… and we’ll go ahead and weave a little more by grabbing our last unresolved event for the 18th that doesn’t have a specific time attached to it and drop it into this scene.

With that done, I’ve crossed out all the events on the 18th except this one:

09/18/790 (11 PM): GQT2 comes to Nibeck Street mansion. (BW Status)

And this one is interesting because at this point I’m assuming that I know exactly how things are going to play out at 11 PM.

It turns out, though, that I’m very, very wrong.

But we’ll talk about that more next time.

Campaign Journal: Session 35CRunning the Campaign: Ambushing Your Timelines
In the Shadow of the Spire: Index

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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 35B: LETTERS OF MYSTERIOUS MOTIVE

January 5th, 2009
The 18th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

Black Bird

Tellith thanked them again for their help. While she was expressing her gratitude, she remembered that letters had come for “Master Ranthir and Master Tor, now where did they go? Ah! Here they are!”

They thanked Tellith for both her kindness and the letters and then headed upstairs to Elestra’s room.

Elestra wanted to question the raven… only ravens don’t actually talk, so that proved to be a bit of a problem.

Elestra, however, had an idea. “We could kill it and then use speak with dead—“

“I don’t think it works like that.”

By the time Tee summarily thrust a dagger through the bird, Ranthir and Tor had already tuned out the conversation and broken the seals on their letters.

LETTER FROM DANNETH SONNELL

Master Ranthir—

I am a caretaker at Mahdoth’s Asylum. One of our inmates has requested several times over the last several days to speak with you. I am not sure if you could be of any help, but perhaps it would soothe his troubled mind. If you could find the time to come to the Asylum, I would greatly appreciate it.

Thank you,

Danneth Sonnell

 

Ranthir recognized Mahdoth’s as an asylum for insane wizards, but he had no idea why he might be summoned there.

“Maybe they think you’re nuts,” Dominic suggested.

“Or maybe it has something do with our missing memories,” Elestra said.

GEMMELL’S NOTE

Master Tor—

Come to the Godskeep at once. I must speak to you in the matter of Sir Kabel and sundry other actions of traitorous nature.

Sir Gemmell
Captain of the Order of the Dawn

Tor was deeply concerned by this missive.

“Could he suspect? But if he was going to kill me, why would he send me a note?” Tor shrugged. “Of course, the last time I tried to think my way through this sort of thing, I ended up over-thinking it.”

GEMMELL’S PURPOSE

They decided to cover their bases: Tee would sneak up to Pythoness House and explain the situation to Kabel (who was expecting them in less than two hours). Tor would take Erin (Ranthir’s familiar) in his pocket and, if Erin panicked, that would warn Ranthir (who shared an empathic bond with her). Ranthir and the others would be waiting at the western end of the Temple District. If anything went wrong, Agnarr would run to Pythoness House to get help.

They spent the better part of the next hour carefully putting this plan into motion.

When Tor arrived at the Godskeep he was taken to Gemmell’s office (which had once been Sir Kabel’s).

“Master Tor, I am glad you came so quickly.”

“I am at your service.”

“Yes, you have served the Novarch true. Unfortunately, I fear that is not true of all your comrades.”

Tor had relaxed for a moment, only to tense again: Did he suspect (or know) that his friends were not supporters of Rehobath? He had questioned Dominic’s loyalty before. Was he questioning it again?

“Sir Kabel has escaped.”

“What?” Tor was momentarily thrown off-balance.

“He was warned that we were coming.”

“I am shocked,” Tor said glibly.

“Nor is that the only treason in our midst. The orc woman you captured in the Banewarrens has escaped.”

“Escaped?” This time Tor was truly surprised. “How is that possible?”

“There must be a traitor within the Order,” Gemmell said. “The truth is that you’re the only one I can trust. You not only gave me Sir Kabel’s location, but you were also responsible for capturing the escaped prisoner.”

Tor valiantly stopped himself from gaping. “I’m honored that you would place your faith in me.”

“You have earned it,” Gemmell said. “All of this could have waited until the morrow, but I felt it urgent that I speak with you at once. If Kabel knows that he was betrayed, then it’s possible that he knows you were the one who betrayed him. And if he knows that, he might try to retaliate against you. Keep a wary eye.”

“Thank you, milord. I will.”

“I need you safe. And I need you in a position where you can learn as much as you can as quickly as you can. Tomorrow, when you come for your training, you will be knighted.”

DINNER AT PYTHONESS HOUSE

Pythoness House - Night of Dissolution (Monte Cook Games)

Tor was ecstatic at the thought of being knighted. He was so excited, in fact, that he stopped to buy a couple bottles of wine on his way back to meet the others.

They were glad to see him well, and surprised to see the giddy smile on his face. As Tor was explaining the situation to them, however, Agnarr’s eyes suddenly glazed over and he spoke aloud:

Jevicca requires a meeting. I request an update on your progress and have information for you.

“Who? Me?” Dominic said. (Agnarr had been staring straight at him.)

“Hmm? No. It was Jevicca. You didn’t hear that?”

The barbarian had heard her voice in his head and only been absent-mindedly repeating the words verbatim. Ranthir guessed that it had been a magical sending of some sort.

They put the issue of Jevicca to one side for the moment, however, and headed up to Pythoness House. There they were greeted by Sir Kabel and Sera Nara.

Although from the outside the keep appeared undisturbed, the knights had cleaned up several rooms on the first and second floors. They had, in fact, reclaimed the dining room to its former purpose, although the current furnishings were nothing more than several conveniently arranged crates. Similarly, the meal itself was not extravagant, but it was well-provisioned.

As they settled down to eat, Tor brought out the wine he had bought.

“Ah, good,” Kabel said. “I’m afraid the well here has yielded only foul water.”

Agnarr shuddered. “Yes, I suppose it would.”

Kabel raised a quizzical eyebrow at the barbarian, but then his attention swung firmly back to Tor as the latter proposed a toast in honor his knighthood.

Tor was proud of the accomplishment and excited at the thought of what the morrow would bring. This was the dream that had first brought him to Ptolus – that had haunted him his entire life – and now he was going to achieve it. He was, at best, puzzled that Sir Kabel didn’t share his enthusiasm.

Tee, trying to cover over the sudden tension that filled the room, raised her own glass. “If nothing else, we couldn’t ask for Tor to be better positioned as an inside man.”

“Yes,” Kabel said. “At least we have that to be thankful for, Sir Tor.”

Tee’s gambit, however, was successful. The conversation turned to how they might turn Tor’s position to their good use. Tor himself played with the idea of using his position to start a fifth column within the Order, but Kabel pointed out that – even if Gemmell trusted him – it didn’t mean that other people within the Godskeep would.

“They might even be jealous of your position,” Elestra pointed out.

“That’s true,” Tor conceded.

“What exactly are your goals, Sir Kabel?” Tee asked.

Kabel reviewed the situation with them – explaining about the coming of Kirian Ylestos as the newly appointed Silver Fatar of the Cathedral and his calculations of their combined force of arms.

“As my first order of business, I would like to use Pythoness House as a defensible mustering point for the knights loyal to the Church.” No one had any objection to this. Kabel thanked them. “Sera Nara, send out word to the bolt-holes in the morning.”

Sera Nara nodded.

“And now I would speak with you, Master Dominic.”

“Who? Me?”

“Yes. I think it would mean a great deal to our cause if you would publicly renounce Rehobath. He used you to legitimize his claim.”

Dominic was hesitant. “He may not be the Novarch, but he is touched by the gods. I have seen that with my own eyes. He still has the power of the Silver Fatar.”

“Whatever powers – holy or unholy – he may have, he is not the Silver Fatar,” Kabel said. “The Church has deposed him.”

Dominic conceded the point… and agreed to denounce him. “When do you want me to do it?”

“Not before we’ve had a chance to gather our knights and make Pythoness House defensible,” Kabel said. “Once you do this, we’ll all become targets. Perhaps two or three days?”

Dominic nodded. “All right.”

“Is this really in our best interests?” Tee asked. “If Dominic openly betrays Rehobath, that could cause a backlash that would affect Tor’s position in the Order.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Kabel said.

But after turning the issue around the table a few times, they agreed that Tor should go to Gemmell and warn him of Dominic’s announcement. Not in time for Rehobath or Gemmell to do anything about it, but with enough time that Tor would continue to be seen in the best possible light.

“You could tell him I’m strong-willed,” Dominic said.

“Umm… He knows you.”

“Oh.” Dominic thought about it. Then he pointed at Tee. “Well, I’m under a strong influence.”

They laughed.

“But even if I do this,” Tor said, “It’s more than possible that I will need to distance myself from the rest of you for at least awhile. And I have no idea how it might affect our affairs in the Banewarrens.”

There seemed to be no answer for that. And so, with those matters as settled as they might be, they turned their attentions to a warm evening of cordial friendhip. Or, as Agnarr put it, they “stuck around until the wine was gone”.

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