Enter the Vale

Dwarven Mines Underbelly
New Friends, Lost Allies

The dying orc’s cry for an alarm, though noticed, didn’t quite work out the way it was intended; hearing the scuffle of battle nearby, Krosh split from the main group into a side chamber to see what the commotion was. It would seem the orc’s back up had already found trouble in a mysterious Elf who’s quick reflexes, bravado and guns were more than enough to keep the enemies at bay. Attempting to assist, Krosh was quickly overwhelmed by a few well place hits, and had to withdraw momentarily to bind his wounds and stop a ferocious bleeding that threatened to leave him dying in an unknown, nondescript piece of land; a tomb of unreknown… no one would ever know of his disappearance.

Not one to let a couple of battle wounds stop him, he was right back in the fray, running full speed to finish the orc who had stuck him good, only to come to a surprise halt, in both his run and trash talking, as he rounded the corner and found his enemy lying in a pool of his own, with bone remnants and gore plastered into the wall behind him.

Having seen the effectiveness of the androgynous elf, the remaining goblins tucked tail and ran into a side passage. Wanting to continue on, but not wanting to leave the party, Krosh decided that he and his newfound companion were better off regrouping to try and heal up some wounds.

Using the last “pilfered” potion of cure light wounds, Krosh was able to get himself well enough to continue on. In this chamber, were the group was successfully able to silence the alarm, the group took quick stock of their surroundings.

In this chamber were four large piles of rubble and rock, no doubt debris from a mining operations that once took part in this immediate area. It didn’t look to have been disturbed in what seemed like ages; as a thick layer of dust had settled, and the air was thick and stale. Off in the distance, faint drums could be heard, but its origin was unknown. Pressing on ahead with Alexander leading the way, the troupe came into another chamber, smaller, with six tables stacked of mined ore. Not quite mithral, but more than silver, this ore was likely the unfinished product that the dwarves would refine into their goods, trade, weapons and armor. This also looked to have been undisturbed, almost as if the various clans of beastmen had no use for such metals.

Slowly working their way forward the group slipped into a narrow corridor with what seemed to be furnaces of varying sizes, the spot where the ore was likely melted into ingots, in preparation for whatever the final shape the ore took before hitting markets. There was a cold feeling to this area. If this was indeed a mine, and part of what looked to be the underbelly of the Halls of the Dwarven Mines, where were the dwarves? The walls were more deliberate in their nature, and less natural. Where the walls before had been almost constructed through natural and/or magical means, these were clearly mineshafts in construction.

As they made their way through the corridor, chiseled into the rock in Dwarven was a warning.

“The mines be cursed.”

The same warning that Blythe, Alexander and Maximillion had seen in their separate travels at what would be a road leading into the “Entrance” up on the surface.

The corridor them opened up into a rather large chamber, where placed on solid rock tables were long 2 × 4 ingots. Heavy as it was, each one looked to weight roughly about 50 pounds. and each table was stacked 6 feet high. This was very clearly the refined product of the smelters from the corridor before. Taking his hand and running it along a length of one of the ingots, revealed decades of dust, and even that quick run, revealed the silvery sheen underneath. It was in this room, that the drums could clearly be heard coming from the next chamber over.

Carefully, Krosh peeked around the corner to find something that wasn’t very common. In this room was a large bonfire, and dancing around the bonfire where untold numbers of goblins, kobolds, and orcs; each race clearly keeping to its own, but no doubt enjoying a festivity of some sort. Stealthily making his way back to the others, to tell them of what he saw, the group quietly managed to move the ingots into a position that would barricade the hallway.

Krosh and Pat, the elf, then went back to look at this strange gathering. With some quick thinking, Krosh fired a couple of the Goblin made arrows into the foray, and yelled out in Goblin a version of “Viva la Revolucion” One of the arrows found its mark in the throat of an orc, and an all scale riot broke out between the three subspecies. Wanting to wait it out, one of the orcs heard the sound of gunpowder. Gathering two of its allies, they made their way through the bloodbath of what was once a party of sorts, and launched an attack. Using guerilla tactics, the group hid behind the barricade, and peppered the attackers. During a run to gather reinforcements, Pat and Krosh were able to pick off two of the runners, with a third finally making it back.

From somewhere in the chaos came a loud voice, strong, sure and well spoken that called for, “Enough.”

After some assurances that they would not be harmed, the group agreed that Krosh and Pat should attempt to parley their way through. There was much discussion as to why these surface dwellers would invade their home unprovoked. Despite an attempt of bravado and flattery by Pat that did nothing, the leader, Cleaver, by name challenged Krosh and Pat to honorable combat.

If they win, Cleaver would answer their questions and allow them to pass through the chamber unharmed, however, wading through a mine full of goblins, kobolds and orcs, after instigating a fight that resulted in deaths of many, was not the most intelligent of decisions. Fail, and they would be cut down where they stood.

Krosh and Pat accepted the challenge. The battle was fierce, surrounded by many creatures, chanting and banging sword to shield against the orange glow coming from the bonfire in the background, and both sides took many vicious hits. A well placed shot by Pat dropped Cleaver to his knees, to which he grinned cockily, calling Krosh and Pat fools.

The stunned silence, deteriorated quickly into an all out brawl when the orcs standing behind Cleaver, finished him off by beheading him, no doubt trying to assume his place as leader of the clans. A quick rummage through his headless body produced a medium size pouch, and the group was able to navigate through the chaos, taking minor hits, but it seemed as though the beastmen wanted nothing to do with the group. Making it to the other side of the chamber, the group managed to get a metal door shut and barred, preventing any would be marauder from following. The sounds of battle, the dead and the dying, could be heard from the other side.

Caves in the Fallenwood #2
Crap, no going back now, i guess...

Upon entering the next chamber, on the other side of the dining room, a few things were noticeable to many who were paying attention. The hallways were obstensibly more structured than anything that came before. Where the caves, up, until now, were naturally cut and formed, these seemed more deliberate. The stone doesn’t look like it was cut through, but instead molded, maybe even melted into place. The sides were remarkably smooth, Light emanated from the rock, in a soft green glow, although whether magic or not, could not be discerned. It was reminiscent of some green algae that had been known to glow with phosphorescence of its on accord.

This chamber was less room and more corridor. Bones looked ritualistically placed in some areas, and in others were scattered about haphazardly. While it looked like something had scattered them in some areas, other piles looked like they were laid in a position of how the creatures died.

Scattered amongst the floor were puddles of murky, grey water. Upon first inspection, it looked like just that. Alexander moved on ahead through the room, and was taken by surprise when one of the puddles on the far end seemed to come to life of its own accord. Swishing and swirling, the ooze attacked, accepting every hit and dishing it out. Quickly, it seized control of the Eidolon, and proceeded to damage it to the point of near exhaustion. Each attack it took was dangerous, and each attack it gave was doubly so. No doubtedly, this thing was the very reason for the pristine condition of the bones strewn about in the hallway.

After moving to the next end, Maximillion dismissed his eidolon and summoned a great eagle, and sent it back to scout the other direction. Not too far away, the bird discovered a small white cat, mewing endlessly, but seemingly not concerned with the bird, completely unafraid.

After some debate with how to proceed, the cat with the coal black eyes, was taken in by Krosh, whom it immediately took a liking to. Moving into the next room, some loud arguing was heard by approaching goblins and kobolds to the left of a fork that cut west/east, seemingly each race arguing with the other in their native tongue. Bits and pieces of the argument could be heard. Using quick wit, Krosh and Alexander unlocked and pushed the cart, down the slight hill to take the approaching troupe by surprise, managing to take out four of the six approaching group.

After a quick inspection of the bodies, some loot and gear was recovered. Mostly basic leather armors, some arrows, shortbows and a few gold pieces.

Moving further up the new chamber to the left, a grave was discovered; in which the cat was inexplicably drawn to. After carefully and respectfully moving the markers, the cat proceeded to snuzzle up to the skeleton, almost as if it was a former master. Inspecting the body revealed a scroll case, glowing brightly with an unknown spell, and a purse with a large coin amount that the group decided would go into the group fund.

Moving further along, the group came upon the resting place of the crashed, and now destroyed, mining cart. Moving ahead, Krosh tripped a wire that sent explosives through the tunnel, breaking the roof and caving it in behind them. Nekel and Hazel were successfully able to dodge the debris, unharmed; however, Cedric got caught on the other side, and promised to find a way around hopefully by inspecting the other tunnel.

Continuing on, the next room over revealed a sentry post, and what seemed like a rest area complete with bedrolls/cots and a refreshing spring water fountain of some sort. After a good rest the group was ready to proceed on.

Moving into the next room were two enemies snoring loudly. A quick coup de grace on both the enemies ended that battle quickly, but not before one of them was able to get an alarm off.

Caves in the Fallenwood
Baby... get in muh belly!

After a convoluted chase, the ragtag group of adventurer’s followed the baby-thieving humanoid to its lair. Shortly after arriving, a small gnome by the name of Maug’dib, approached the group, and asked if they needed assistance. For the sake, of the missing child, the group quickly acquiesced, with very little debate. After all, most in the group were strangers to begin with.

After carefully inspecting the wrecked plywood door door, and successfully unlocking it, Hazel proudly strode inward. Not more than two steps in, she stumbled over a very well hidden tripwire, that resulted in an alchemist explosion causing moderate damage to herself, and those immediately around her; which resulted in Blythe distributing 3 of her six health potions. (1 of which remains for a total of 4 among the group, from the pillaged supply.)

Blythe, Cedric, and Krosh opted to guard the rear from potential threats coming from behind, while the main group pressed forward.

Proceeding carefully, the group came across a fork in the path, and opted to travel to the right, which led to a chamber that housed a ritualistically placed set of bones. Upon inspecting the ruined funeral pyre, Hazel encountered a Strange Emblem of the Tower (Variation) that she was not familiar with, and proceeded to show it to Maximillian.

Nekel, with the help of Maximillian thought it best at this point to cast detect magic, which drew their attention, not to the symbol, but to two other objects in particular; one located around the neck of Alexander, and the other inside the bag of Hazel. Maximillian, recognizing it, quickly grabbed for the object, nearly losing control of it, as it struggled against his strength to be released almost as if being magnetically pulled towards something else. Screaming for his father, Alexander returned from a quick scout ahead into the next set of tunnels, only to find the shard in the Eidolon’s hands, free itself from its restraint, and shoot into his throat, causing more shock than harm.

Inexplicably, the group didn’t investigate the matter further, choosing to press on in the search for the missing child. Time was beginning to run out.

In the next chamber over, the band of adventurer’s came across a mysterious lake, that looked to have been made from water seeping through porous rocks, in a rudimentary filtration system, similar in texture to volcanic rock. Upon scouting the waters, and filling their waterskins, Maug’dib noticed some coins in the water that seemed enchanted; a fact that did not escape Hazel; who quickly dove in after the group had decided to move on. Nearly drowning, she let go of the coins, and was able to return to the surface.

Upon further inspection of the chamber near a fork in the complex tunnel system, was a message carved into a decaying piece of wood in Dwarven,* “Beware. Danger, Turn back. To go forward you must go back. To go left, you must go right.”*

While contemplating the riddle, the group encountered a sect of goblins coming from the right fork in the tunnel, out of the chamber, and a sect of Kobold’s coming from the left. A quick inspection from Nekel, revealed that the sect was a different color variation of kobolds. After a quick skirmish, the group decided to pursue the kobolds, instead of the goblins, and continued through the tunnels. Hazel, then stepped on a pressure plate, and quickly stopped. After a many minutes of frantic disabling, she was able to reset the trap to its original state, and thus save the group from one of the many ingenious devices the kobold’s left in wait.

The next chamber, showed a 60 foot drop, with some holds carved into the rock, most likely used for tying rope to. The group did not investigate the drop and its cliff-face, but chose to press forward. The end of this tunnel, brought them to a door, where Hazel, inspected both and found no traps. The right door revealed a food stock, and supply area. Upon inspecting the left door, the group became pressed, when they walked in to a dining room of sorts, filled with kobolds and goblins, dining together.

Using obscuring mist, Nekel, was able to briefly confuse the attacking foe. After a few lucky hits on each side of the battle, the ragtag group was able to regain control of the fight, and dispatched enough of the enemy host to convince the others to break and run. The group is now in hot pursuit of this new lead towards the kidnapped infant child.

Enter the Vale
"We didn't start the fire..."

The town of Loudwater bustling with the comings and goings of a great many shady folk, fell latest victim to the plague of the goblin infestation that is destroying the Lands of the Grey Vale, one building at a time. After what began as a boring night of heavy drinking and rumor mongering at the Dragon’s Codpiece Inn quickly escalated into a devastating fiasco that left most of the town burned to the ground, with at least a dozen of the resident villagers dead, and the townsguard murdered in their sleep.

In what seemed like a game, Goblins and their “kin” set fire to the very flammable dwellings that made up the small village, and danced away in the moonlight at the destruction left behind them. Very clearly enjoying the spectacle of another town falling victim.

After the initial alarm, the townspeople bolted, and attempted to quell the flames, while an unlikely group, ironically, all new to the area, battled the scourge, all the while wondering where the townsguard was. Horns had been sounded, but the blaring was noticeably absent throughout most of the fight.

Some came to the town as friends, most as strangers, but recent events have cast certain prejudices aside, and an unlikely ragtag group of “heroes” formed to help stem the raid. Despite some heroic efforts to save the temple, the rest of the village seemed lost to the persistent flames licking up the sides of the most of the buildings.

Night cries of glee, and chanting, in a very recognizeable Goblin language, and something more reptilian in nature, permeated from the distance and appeared to be getting closer; the cries of a warband marching to finish the job, the scouts had begun.

Though able to save the temple, whether it was blind luck or divine interference, the group did inexplicably congregate near the Potions and Components" building, where it proceeded to blow up, luckily causing little lasting damage, other than to push some of the other characters into the nearby buildings, and ensure the destruction of “Gems and Baubles”

A heroic effort to bust through an unlocked door by Krosh, resulted in the free’ing of 5/6 horses, the 6th in a panic state, could not make it out in time.

A quick search of the inn’s motel style rooms by Hazel,, yielded emptiness but also reward. It was discovered that an empty crib looked to have been occupied at once point, and in the next room over, all manner of possessions had been tossed, leading one to believe that someone was looking for something.

It was at this moment that the piercing cries of a baby, quickly stifled cut into the night, through all the commotion, and a frantic mother searching desperately, begging anyone who would lend a hand to help her find her child.

Stealing into the night, was a single “goblinoid” figure, quick and silent, that led the ragtag group on a chase throughout the nearby wilds, and into the Fallenwood, more specifically the territory north of that owned by the Woodland Elves, west of three camp road, in its arms a frightened and muffled infant child.

**If I missed anything, feel free to let me know, and i’ll add it. Particularly, anything you want to let the group know about. This will cover the, “did I tell the group about anything, did I not?” questions that may come up later.

Character Creation
Level 1

Follow these steps to create the character.

1. Choose a Race

- Races in the Pathfinder Core books and accessories are allowed. The more exotic races will have a more difficult time in this world. Evil races are permitted, but keep in mind that there will be discrimination towards your chosen race.
- Races from the PFSRD are also available only with DM permission.
- Character templates are not allowed.

2. Choose a Class from the Pathfinder Core Rulebook, Pathfinder Advanced Player’s Guide or the Pathfinder Ultimate series. Be aware of favored Class benefits, your first chosen class will default as your favored class.

- Other Paizo/Pathfinder source material will be cleared on a case by case basis. (I understand there have been tons of released material recently.)

3. We will use the Fast Experience Point Total on pg30 of the Pathfinder Core Rulebook to keep the campaign moving quicker and allow for faster leveling.

-Characters will start at level 1.

4. Choose an alignment. You will be required to play your alignment, if in a restrictive class (Paladin, Monk, etc.) and follow your ethos if playing a cleric (otherwise your deity may not grant you divine powers when called upon).

5. We will use a point buy system to generate ability scores. Remember to assign ability points before any racial adjustments are calculated. We will keep it simple, you get 82 points to buy a 1 for 1 ability point and no ability can start above 18 or drop below 8 (prior to racial adjustments).

-If you choose to lower your Int or Wis to 8, keep in mind that you must play your character accordingly.

6. Choose feats and assign skill ranks. Feats must be taken from Pathfinder rulebooks and supplements. Outside sources will be cleared by a case by case basis.

7. Hit Points will be max for 1st level and rolled for every level beyond, any roll under a 2 (or under your con Mod) will be rerolled, with the CON modifier added on after, followed by any favored class additions.

-Addendum: You could also take 4, if you don’t wish to roll.

8. Optional Traits will be utilized. Choose two traits from separate categories. Any traits chosen will reflect the character’s history/background since they are granted to develop the character concept.

-Your character concept will also flesh out into the world that’s constantly in flux.
-You can only choose the traits if you create a character background.

9. Purchase equipment and magical items from Pathfinder material. You have two options to accomplish this task.

-1) You can create a character background and gain max gold for your level 1 class per the Core Rulebook.

-2) If you choose not to create a character background, you can only utilize the average amount of gold for your class.

10. Any questions may be addressed via email izikg12@gmail.com or on the forums here.

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The adventure log is where you list the sessions and adventures your party has been on, but for now, we suggest doing a very light “story so far” post. Just give a brief overview of what the party has done up to this point. After each future session, create a new post detailing that night’s adventures.

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