reaching the main city of Saragost

Saragost street
The city before you is breathtaking. Outside the walls were only flat, featureless plains. Inside, there is a crazy labyrinth of streets, with houses, shops and taverns jostling for space. A constant din of activity surrounds you. The smells are rich and
strong – spicy food cooked out on the streets in cauldrons, the dung of horses, perfumes that recall the lands of the elves and a fresh sea breeze blowing in from the west.
Towering above all the other buildings is a single spire, on whose top, a brilliant fire of red and gold burns, undoubtedly the product of some kind of magic.


  • The rider: he announces himself as Captain Severin of the Westward Watch and declares ‘I’ve been sent to escort you to Saragost. The city council is waiting to speak with you.
  • The ambush: Severin tryes to have you killed, but fails. Severin survives the ambush, and on his person is found a Small metal disc, severin is curentley held at the “flaming Beard”
  • The Flaming Beard inn: interogation of Severin: he is beeing payed (a lot) to work for the invaders, he has contacts in the city harbour on a ship called the Barrowgast.
  • Warning the Council: The city council actually listenst to you, one council members seems to know more about what is going on with your arival on the island. The council hires you, and institude martial law… The Council then elects to spend the next day in emergency conference, to decide on the best course of action regarding the rest of Chillhame.
  • the strange elf: later an elf wants to speak to you at the inn, he claims he knows who/what you are…but before he can explain what is going on the city watch storm the inn… to be continued
Adventures in Bronce

kort oprids af begivenhederne i Bronce:

  • 2 børn er blevet kidnappet af bugbears, en rednings aktion planlægges(mod passende betaling)
  • den første gruppe gnolls har ikke børnene, disse bliver, på nær nogle få slagtet. det viser sig at børnene holdes fanget i den lokale nedlagte guldmine.
  • Minen udforskes og børnene redes.
  • I minen findes følgende:
    1 Liget af en Skatteopkræver fra Saragost, gemt her af mølleren Jim og hans bande.
    2 en Åbning til et stort og uudforsket kammer under minen, dette viser sig at være “staging Area” for en invasions styrke af Durugars(deep dwarfs).

    Maser Oversers Letter
  • Det bliver forsøgt at “anholde” Jim og hams drenge, dette resultere dog i at Jim’s hoved under mystiske omstændigheder kommer i klemme i møllens maskinneri.
  • Bronce advares om den nært forstående invasion, og evakuering/panik opstår.
  • vores “helte” rider mod Saragost for at advare om invasionen.

The Road to Saragost

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    The Tomb of Starkweather

    Heltene finder ud af hvad der egentlig står skrevet på Starkweathers grav:

    The tomb is made from four square stone slabs laid end to
    end on a base made from stone blocks. There is some kind of
    an inscription on the surface but you cannot make it out from

    Stranger, trouble not the bones
    Resting here beneath these stones
    Here lies one of mortal part
    Who held a star within his heart

    And when They come that came before
    The Stars shall fall to earth once more
    To stand against Her might again
    Who rises from Her sleep profane

    And when conspirators assail
    The throne, then these may yet avail
    To cast from his exalted place
    The foe that bears a dead king’s face

    The Gathering Storm
    Arrival at The Stones

    Standing stone
    At first, it feels as if you must be dreaming. The sense of dislocation, the giddiness, the feeling of flying rapidly through space, all add to the unreality.
    Where are you? What were you doing a moment ago? These thoughts arise in your mind, as if you were half-awake, on the borderlands of consciousness.
    Perhaps you have been knocked senseless, or poisoned with some hallucinogenic drug. One thing is certain; you are in a strange place and you do not remember how you came here.
    What you can see before you is as clouded and vague as the
    contents of your mind. There seems to be nothing but mist, swirling in eddies around you, with a suggestion of huge shapes briefly glimpsed through it.
    The mist is cold on your face and with a start you realise that this is no dream. You are
    here, physically here in your body.
    There is wet grass beneath your feet. You feel no pain, so it stands to reason that you were not knocked out and dragged here. How, then, did you come to be here?

    Alone in the mist, you wonder why you do not feel more afraid.
    There is a presence here, something old and comforting, like a childhood memory.
    The mist begins to clear. In the faint light of a new day, you see
    the huge forms that you glimpsed before. They are megaliths
    – standing stones that tower over you, set into the form of a circle.
    This place is achingly familiar to you, yet you have never been here before.
    Through the thinning mists, you see that you are not alone.
    There are others here, and by the look of them, they are as
    surprised to find themselves here as you are.

    The voice

    through the dying man, a Voice speaks to you. It is faint but perfectly
    clear. As it speaks, the stones thrum with a strange vibration,
    as if they were amplifying the voice somehow.

    ‘The time of the Equinox is come. My children… I am sorry.
    I have done what must be done. You deserve answers. I am
    far… too far from you. You must learn who you are. The land
    is yours. The people are yours.’

    The speaker seems to be under great strain, as if speaking to
    you was exhausting it.

    ‘This place is sacred to you. Sacred to ….
    There are other places like this. From the time when people
    Heed me now. If any of you should…, then
    bear him to…. But make haste, for flesh that is spoiled
    can never be made whole.’_

    There is silence again and you wonder if that is all. Then the
    voice speaks once more, faint as a dying echo:
    ‘Know this. There is a force against you. Already it gathers,
    already it senses your return. Seek the sword of…. it lies near, waiting to be claimed… when that is found, you may begin to understand, to remember.’


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