Mysteries of Golarion

Book 1, Part 3: Glass and Wrath
A demonic secret revealed.

Sunday, Rova 25th, 4707 continued…

POINT FORM:
-Heroes arrive at Glassworks. Find the goblins destroying things and playing with fire. To their horror, the heroes find the body of Lonjiku Kaijitsu covered in lairs of glass. The heroes dispatch the goblins and follow one downstairs.

Down the stairs, the heroes uncover a passage and come upon Tsuto Kaijitsu leading the goblins. An able warrior, he is defeated but not killed. On his person, they found his journal.

In the small storage area nearby they find Ameiko Kaijitsu bound and beaten. She is healed and tells that her half-brother has gone mad. He had asked her to join his insane crusade against the town of Sandpoint. When she refused, he set his goblins upon her. The heroes soon after encounter Tsuto Kaijitsu. Ameiko translates the journal:

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The heroes bring Tsuto to the Sandpoint Garrison to await Sheriff Belor Hemlock in order to deal with the prisoner through appropriate legal channels. The heroes grew anxious when Tsuto mentioned that an evil from below the city would rise to attack the town.

With these fears in mind, the heroes plan a return to the Glassworks.

Moonday, Rova 26th, 4707

This day is spent preparing healing scrolls and other supplies for an exploration through the smuggler’s tunnel, and discussing the possible meaning behind this plot.

Toilday, Rova 27th, 4707

The heroes find the rumoured smuggler’s tunnel beneath the Sandpoint Glassworks. The tunnel is very long and ill crafted. After some time it branches off. One branch heads toward the shoreline, the other heads below the town itself. A bricked-up doorway had recently been smashed down revealing a far older structure below.

Inside was a foul mockery of a humanoid, a foul creature with a long, split jaw and an evil shout.

The Heroes continued, finding a statue of a beautiful but furious looking woman made from red stone.

They found a baptismal fountain filled with evil water, known as The Waters of Lamashtu.
The heroes proceeded to a huge underground cathedral and there fought a tiny demon, possibly the same quasit referred to in Tsuto’s journal. She was in command of a strange triangular pool of translucent orange fluid. Spilling her own blood activated the device and from it sprung another of the split jawed creatures they’d encountered earlier.

After a long and dangerous battle, the heroes triumphed over the tiny demon. Backtracking, they sought more clues about the origins of this strange place. Entering an ancient prison, they were ambushed by still more of the split jawed creatures. So vicious was the attack that the might Roars with Thunder fell into unconsciousness.

The mystical powers of Maledictus were enough to wake the warchanter yet the party resources grew more and more scarce.

The found a torture chamber with deformed skeletons in the cells.

Proceeding east the heroes met with a mutated and twisted goblin named Korvus, watching over pits filled with zombies.

They found a haunted and buried-in stairwell heading down. On the wall scribbles in Thassalonian appeared on the wall.

A magical meditation sphere was also discovered.

A deomon that shrieked also attacked the heroes.

So too was a staircase going up into the town.

Having investigated the full ruin, the heroes headed upstairs and kept guards on the door leading into the smuggler’s tunnel, sending guards to the zombie pits with instructions on how to destroy them without being injured.

The following days were spent in rest, purchases and preparation, awaiting the return of Sheriff Hemlock.

Wealday, Rova 28, 4707

A Pearl of Power was crafted by Kellus Agrippian.
Maledictus and Roars with Thunder discuss possible experiments involving local wildlife and the The Waters of Lamashtu.

Oathday, Rova 29, 4707

In the morning, having overheard some of the whispered plans, Kellus Agrippian invites Roars with Thunder boar hunting in the hopes of distracting him. The hunt is lively and they return with another boar for The Rusty Dragon. On their journey back to town, Kellus shares tales of the contest at The Hagfish.

In that time, Maledictus begins to study Sandpoint’s alleys and rooftops, as he did the dark corners of Magnimar. Mountain’s Fang spends the morning patrolling the town’s perimeter, exercising Devilsbane and watching for unusual activity.

The afternoon is spent quietly, Kellus crafting a Cloak of Resistance for Maledictus, Roars with Thunder training his gut for the grotesque challenge, and Mountain’s Fang revisiting her meditation rock overlooking Chopper’s Isle. Brodert Quink has been watching her with interest throughout the week, and she stops to inquire. He shares his theory that the Old Light has the power of an ancient people.

The evening starts with a bang as Roars with Thunder kicks open the door to The Hagfish and declares himself for the challenge. The locals are eager to watch one of the heroes of Sandpoint put in his place and everyone watches in a mix of horror and amusement as the gloppy hagfish water is served to him. Like a true warrior, he throws the glass back in one smooth movement — three smooth glugs and slammed it down in triumph without a twitch. (Maybe a little one.)

Kellus notices guards looking around, but leaving without a word upon recognizing us, sparking a disconcerted debate about what might be happening. The heroes return to The Rusty Dragon to plan for the next morning, and discover that Belor Hemlock has returned with the reinforcements.


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Book 1, Part 2: Local Heroes
New allies emerge

Fireday, Rova 23rd, 4707

Early the next day, Sheriff Belor Hemlock sought the heroes aid. He shared a discovery that there were reports of a goblin in the boneyard behind the new cathedral. The heroes went with him. There, they discovered eviedence of a humanoid sized creature along with goblins fixing a ladder to the fence. They surmised that this must have been the way the goblins began their raid. Looking into the open mausoleum, the heroes discovered that the body of the previous priest, Father Tobyn, was missing. Whoever stole the body left behind two magically animated skeletons to fight any who sought clues. The heroes dispatched the unnatural creatures and left the tomb deeply shaken. Sheriff Hemlock asked that they do not reveal this discovery to the already beleaguered townsfolk. He also noted that he’d inform the heroes of any new events that may require their special attention.

Being local heroes had its privileges as well as its pitfalls. Townspeople were eager to show their appreciation. The local baker offered a loaf of bread. A young woman by the name of Shayliss Vinder offered substantially more. Maledictus, fresh from a triumph on the battle field after years of being cramped in a study, was eager to experience what life in Sandpoint had to offer and so, despite running afoul of Mr. Vinder, found a way to insure that Shayliss’ generosity would not go unaccepted. That, however, happened later that evening.

The second day in Sandpoint was pleasant and the day eased into evening. Aldren Foxglove was as good as his word. He treated the heroes to a lavish feast (beyond the promises of Ameiko Kaijitsu‘s room and board). Aldren was witty and sophisticated though sometimes seemingly too eager to engage the heroes in stories about their own lives. He found the Shoanti, particularly Mountain’s Fang to be objects of utter fascination. Strange though it may seem, there was something about the powerful Shoanti warrior that mesmerized Foxglove.

Eager to make new friends, Aldren invited the heroes on a boar hunt. They’d have to be ready the next day but he promised the nearby Tickwood forest was teeming with wildlife.

During that evening as the heroes waited for their meal, an elderly Tian man entered The Rusty Dragon. He and Amieko had an altercation wherein he pulled her by the hair but she defended herself by hitting the man with a soup ladle. Humiliated, the elder left the inn. It was later revealed that he was Amikeo’s father, Lonjiku Kaijitsu.

Starday, Rova 24th, 4707

In the morning, Foxglove’s generosity was again made clear. He purchased riding horses for each one of his saviours. So equipped, he led them toward the hunting ground. It wasn’t long before a boar was in their sights. Astonishingly, Aldren (though admittedly no warrior) proved himself to be, if not skilled at least lucky with a bow. He scored a number of stupendous hits and helped greatly in bringing the beast down.

The party rode back into town and presented the boar to Ameiko. She prepared it for dinner.

The heroes decided to explore their new home base for the afternoon. Their peaceful day of touring was interrupted by a woman who claimed there was a goblin in her home. Her husband had gone to look into it and she fled, seeking the heroes. Indeed, the heroes did find the husband and the goblin – but the man (and his pet dog) were dead – slain by the goblin in the closet. Though the heroes easily bested the little beast, a slight shine was taken from their title “heroes of Sandpoint”. Alas…no good lasts long in this little town on the coast.

Shortly afterward, the town was alive with rumour. The mysterious but respected Shalelu Andosana, a beautiful Elven ranger had returned to Sandpoint, but she did not look herself. Worse, she was early. This could only bode ill for the town.

The heroes were finally formally introduced to Mayor Kendra Deverin. In the mayor’s office sat Shalelu herself. She had heard of the heroes of Sandpoint already and was thoroughly impressed by their exploits. She, at Hemlock’s request, related her fears and discoveries to the heroes: that the goblin tribes were uniting under some unknown power and that she feared for the future safety of the town.

Sheriff Hemlock asked the heroes to stay in town while he headed north to Magnimar to seek additional troops to deal with any potential new dangers from the goblin tribes.

During the meal, the heroes shared stories. Aldren, getting somewhat into his cups, began teasing Roars with Thunder about the boar hunt – particularly about how Aldren himself was more effective than Roars was. The Shoanti was not amused.

The heroes turned in for the evening after hearing much from Shalelu about the various goblin tribes and their leaders. The next morning held new surprises.

Sunday, Rova 25th, 4707

Upon waking, the heroes were met by Bethana Corwin, a halfling who worked at The Rusty Dragon. She showed the heroes a translated note she’d found in Amiko’s room.

Pf tsuto s letter

She feared for her employer and long time friend and asked the heroes to seek her out to ensure she was safe.

Wishing to help a new friend, the heroes complied. They headed toward the glass works.


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Book 1, Part 1: Festival and Fire
And so it begins...

Oathday, Rova 22nd, 4707

The town of Sandpoint was bursting with life. Children play in the midway, young men attempt to impress the local girls with feats of strength and more than one stranger from outside the town mingle amid the happy citizens. It has been several years since the town’s chapel burnt down during The Late Unpleasantness but not even such dark deeds could undo the resolve the the townsfolk.

Today, during the Swallowtail Festival the temple is being rededicated by Father Abstalar Zantus. He is not the only dignitary in attendance. Kendra Deverin and the stern but (mostly) beloved Sheriff Belor Hemlock all make brief speeches at the re-dedication ceremony. As Father Zantus prepared to make his opening remarks, a dog’s pitiful howl was heard. The people turned in disbelief to witness their town was under attack. A goblin raid was underway.

Most of the townspeople fled but five heroes stood. Among them was the noble but wayward Lani Kaijitsu. A member of a founding family of Sandpoint yet he was not among the most favoured of that clan’s sons. Nonethless, he rallied the the stalwart strangers, taking the lead against the goblins and inspiring the stern hearted to follow.

Two Shoanti, in town for reasons known only to them, joined the fray. They were Roars with Thunder and his cousin, Mountain’s Fang.
Though the Shoanti were strangers they felt more than equal to the task. Shockingly, they were not alone. Nor were they to be left alone to wield their weapons in a crimson mist.

Two strangers of a different race appeared amid the fray. One, a strangely adorned and aloof figure named Maledictus the other, by far the more composed yet in no way shy was called Kellus Agrippian. Together, the heroes pushed back the Goblin raiders. In the confusion, the noble (but exhausted) Lani succumbed to his injuries, leaving it to the others to continue the fight.

And continue they did. Clearing the central square of the town, the newly formed band moved as one when they heard a cry ring out by the northern gate. A nobleman lay on the ground and standing over him was a furious goblin mounted on one of their vulgar mounts.

The goblins, expecting little resistance from the terrified townsfolk found themselves outmatched by the travelling heroes. Though much blood was spilled the foursome were triumphant. The noble, a genteel man by the name of Aldren Foxglove was moved nearly to tears. He thanked the heroes deeply and invited them to dinner at the The Rusty Dragon Inn tomorrow evening.

It was not long before the heroes were being lauded by the entire town. If it wasn’t for them, even more innocent lives would have been lost. Among the grateful was the lovely Ameiko Kaijitsu, patroness of the Rusty Dragon Inn. Wishing to repay the heroes, she offered them free room and board for a week.

The heroes, now uneasy allies, gratefully accepted this offer.


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Sandpoint Mirror
First Impressions

Sandpoint mirror

Hanging from a bent nail at both the gatehouse and the southern bridge is a sign and a mirror — painted on each sign is the message: “Welcome to Sandpoint! Please stop to see yourself as we see you!”

Players: any one who writes in character about their first encounter with this sign earns bonus XP to be spent toward an XP Boon.

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Mountain’s Fang meets the Mirror

Finally, Roars with Thunder and I arrived in Sandpoint.

At the gatehouse, we encountered a strange sign, first welcoming us and then stating “See yourself as we see you”. The city folk I’ve met on rare occasions treat Shoanti like uncivilized imbeciles. Why should I see myself in those eyes and enter their town with that in my heart? Why would they greet me with such demands in the guise of a welcome? It’s so rude!

I turned my head to share my outrage with Roars, but was distracted by a reflection from a shiny plate above the sign. It appeared to be metal, but reflected the sun as even the unused axe cannot. As I peered closer, there was movement. Nothing from the gate itself, or behind me, but in the metal itself!

The face of a young warrior appeared, road-weary, but frowning in suspicion at me with the hawk totem above her eyes. I turned my head to point this out to wave Roars over, and she turned too… I peered back into the metal, investigating from various angles, and noticed the warrior inside wearing the same armor and shield as me, peering and reacting as I did. It was as though the surface of the calmest lake had been stripped from the land beneath and fastened to the sheet of metal through some strange magic. Was this warrior really what others saw when they looked at me? I reached out to touch the plate and called for Roars to see this mystery. Maybe a thunder caller would know of such things. The warrior’s finger met my own.

Perhaps this is what the sign meant, then, and not offense. Viewing myself from the outside, as the townfolk would. They would see me as a young warrior returning home from a great quest! I grinned with pride, and the woman in the plate bared fierce and chew-stained teeth in return.


Lani’s Lonely road home

Home. The notion espouses a sense of safety, security, peace. At least it should. This place was home for 3/4 of my life. Returning now, after so much has happened, I wonder, will it ever feel like home again? I have so many memories of this place – some good, but come to think of it, mostly bad. My family never appreciated the talents they taught me. I was never good enough, always falling short. I felt cut off, rejected, lonely and bitter. Looking back, did I ever really think of this place as home? I thought of the Grand Lodge in Absalom as my home for the last few years, but was it really? It held a little safety, but not much security or peace.

My heavy footsteps kick up dust along the road. In the distance I see the sign that should say I’m home. But does it anymore? I’m so tired. The sign that proclaims the town’s name as “Sandpoint” is only a hundred yards away from me. It says “Welcome”, but I wonder if I’ll ever be welcome anywhere. It takes me too long to reach the sign. My ravaged feet just don’t move as fast as they should. The mirror is still there, attached to the sign. The caption still says “Please stop to see yourself as we see you”. Do I dare lower my hood and take a look? I peer around and see no one within sight. I lower my hood. The bright noon sunlight stings my eyes, burns my skin. I look in the mirror. The ruin of a face that stares back at me is unrecognizable. The reflection shows me my skin still blackened, scarred and burned; my hair continually falling out in little clumps – it’s amazing I still have any left; the almost complete lack of a nose highlighting the devastation my face has endured. The only remotely recognizable features are my eyes. Even those I have a hard time recognizing. They were desperate for any kind of acceptance when I left. Now, they’re just weary, oh so weary.

I raise my hood and cloak my face in darkness again. I slowly walk past the sign, leaving its blasted mirror behind me. I wonder if my little house with the small front shop is still standing. I wonder what it will cost me to buy it back. Oh well. Maybe my cousin still owns one of the inns in town. I wonder if she’ll recognize me. At this point, I almost hope she doesn’t.

I feel so drained. I just want a place to call home.


Mal Comes to Sandpoint

“Welcome to Sandpoint” the sign read. I chuckled, though there was no mirth to it. Whatever drew me here, I don’t think it’ll be welcoming.

A fragment of mirror hung on a nail above some smaller writing. I drew closer to read it. “Please stop to see yourself as we see you.” That took me aback. I’ve never been a fan of mirrors – they only show you the truth.

I hazarded a glance, quickly averting my eyes as soon as I met my own pallid gaze. Nothing. I risked a longer look, taking in my face as I’d not for a very long time. How long had it been since I’d looked in a mirror really? A year? Two? Whatever it was I scarce recognized the face that gazed back at me. The tattoos were the same, the hoarfrost eyes, but they belonged now to a man, not a boy.

There was a movement behind me, a flash of something. I turned, expecting to find Kellus but there was nothing. Kellus was already a dozen yards down the path ahead, beckoning me to join him. I returned my attention to the mirror. Movement again, and again, but it seemed to flee and dart away as soon as I tried to focus on it.

I let my eyes relax, tried to look through the mirror rather than at it. Suddenly I could see it, as clearly as if it were walking past a window. It didn’t have a body or a real form, just a shape in the air like a heat-haze off a hot road – vaguely humanoid and darting around me erratically like a midge. Tearing my eyes away from the apparition I met my own gaze in the mirror and it was all I could do to stifle the scream that gripped my throat.

The face was my own, but at the same time a visage I’d never seen before. The eyes were narrow and slitted like a serpent’s, the ears long and pointed. The mouth, framed by a small black beard, split in a wide, cruel revealing a mouth brimming with sharp and jagged teeth.

A felt a hand grip my shoulder and spun, dropping in a feral crouch. Kellus seemed nearly as shocked as I, his eyes darting to my fist – raised and ready to strike. I stood, brushing off his concern with a forced casual laugh and a muttered a half-hearted excuse about the stress of the journey. As we moved past the signpost I risked a last glance at the mirror and saw only my own face looking back.

I didn’t know what to make of what I’d seen, but of one thing I was absolutely certain: if that was how the people of this town really saw me my time in Sandpoint is going to be very interesting indeed


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