Archive for December, 2012

Rise of the Wayfinders

Posted: December 5, 2012 in Pathfinder, Table Top Gaming


The Characters:

Fik the half-orc monk and follower of Irori and reluctant master to Brother Chen

Tasilon a Human fighter/merchant on the run from trouble at home in Qadira

Templeton Granger a silver tongued noble from Varisia who could talk you out of your last copper.

Prank: A Gnome summoner from Varisia who rides around on a clock-work eidolon, he calls “Wonky”

The day was won in the City of Woodsedge, but a greater threat remains, the undead army at the city walls.  Aldis Stormbeard the local Pathfinder venture captain has made the group an offer, if they can resolve the problem and find out exactly what it was that fell from the sky, the group would be made Pathfinders in good standing avoiding the multi-year probationary process. Knowing a good offer when they see one, the adventurers agree and set out for the impact site hoping to avoid the walking dead.

The journey is only a few days, but the landscape is ravaged, burnt villages, and shambling hoards of undead that appear to now have a purpose. The zombies walk single file like ants dragging what ever metal they have found towards where the object fell from the sky.

On day two the party runs into an old “friend”.

Further, we ran across none other than Dundas Montgomery, Loomis and Kellis, the leader of the skyrock rebellion and his lieutenants. They were… less than pleased to see me. But after Prank greased the ground so that their horses fell, we were able to get Dundas to… believe that we were out to get him. So nothing really changed. But he turned his back on me at a vulnerable moment, so I cut his throat, then convinced Lumis to work for me, and Kellis that I would start a rebellion somewhere at some point soonish. I really felt good about that save that it trampled on the sensibilities of my good friend Fik… I’m not happy about that. I mean, I’m not sad that I killed an evil man, and nor is he, but he was a little perturbed that the man was a) unarmed, and b) had surrendered.

From the Journal of Templeton Granger

Another day of travel and the party reaches the impact crater, after Tasilon does some recon on the crater andattached tunnel, they make their move the next morning.

We reached the point where I turned back which seemed so much closer to the entrance than it did while I was down there.  A few twists and turns later we were able to see a pulsing light coming from a cavern up again.  Peeking around Loomis I was able to see the biggest, fuzziest, scariest “spider” I’ve ever in my life seen.  Squinting a few times did not make the scene change, much to me chagrin.  I looked back at our motley group, then again to the spider again.  There was no way I would be called a coward by this group.  I pulled my blades and prepared to fight.  The tunnel we were in exploding into a swarm of activity as everyone launched themselves into battle.  I planned my route to the spider which included cutting down two zombies first, giving Loomis and Fik time to get the spider’s attention first.  The first zombie failed to fall with my first flurry of cuts which was unfortunate.  When it foolishly attempted to grab and bite me I was able to land the blow necessary to cut it down.  To my left I clear hear solid hits upon the spider and see it pivot around to face someone or another.  My path continue to be well planned.  One more zombie to cut down bringing me directly behind the spider.  Another few cuts, and again the zombie does not fall.  This time its attempt to grab me was successful and down we went in a heap, both fighting for leverage over the other.  I was just about prepared to  ask for assistance when I heard and Ork sized cannon ball land next to me, sliding across the magically slick floor.  The zombie I was fighting just stopped moving.  I poked it a few more times just to be sure then stood to find Fik covered in oil and spider slime with a big grin on his face.  The spider was no where to be seen.  Templeton jumped down from atop the curtain of light at a dead sprint yelling over his shoulder “RUN.”  I wasnt sure what he’d done but I was damned sure I didn’t want to be there when it happened so I ran.

From a letter home from  Tasilon aBin Zaleem of Qadira

With a second victory under their belt the party discuss what path to take next, the choice to push North or West, and what to call their merry band that appears destined for great things, after some debate “The Pathfinders” is selected and Templeton takes care to mention the name and their brave deeds to the people who have begun to leave their hiding spots as the end of the spider, brought an end to the undead army as well.  They returned to woods edge to a hero’s welcome.