Caleb, a wizard
Mayhem, a barbarian
Yémos, a cleric
Anêr, a swashbuckler
The gang started the game on the night of the 8th of Blôs. Over the next seven days, they trained. Caleb studied the craft of the Order of the Sun. Yémos worked out. Anêr learned the ins and outs of his rapier. Mayhem learned how to live up to his name better.
After almost a full moon quarter of training, they set forth on the 15th. Mayhem told the others that the weather was always bad this time of year, so they needed to be careful and not get wet. After all, rain had fallen on six of the seven days they trained. Mayhem was wrong, as the only blight to the weather was a little rain in the early evening. They were too careful, so they moved only about 10 miles, about halfway to Rēlaístis.
On the way, they passed through the village of Drūkûros, where the villagers sighed as they saw more wayfarers pass through. A few miles afterwards, they happened upon a marker of a pyre that someone made but a few days before. Whatever body had been in it was as much ash as everything else, and the rain had made it mud.
For the night, Mayhem led the group in making camp. That night, on his watch, five goons struck the camp as they slept. They caught Mayhem unaware, and one, a burly man with wood sticks in his beard, smashed Caleb while Caleb was poking his head out of the tent. To be fair, Caleb had zapped him with a Sunbolt. The bearded man and a scrawny one dealt hurt to both Anêr and Mayhem, while Yémos could not heal Caleb as his Major Healing spell fizzled. Two bandits tried taking the gear off the pony, and an archer shot arrows at Mayhem in the night.
At long last, Anêr beat down the bearded man’s defenses with two quick strikes (Rapid Strike), and he went down. The scrawny man, whom Mayhem could not harm, bolted, as did the archer and the two thieves trying to get the gear off their pony. The heroes looted the body of the bearded man, and they bound each other’s wounds before going back to bed.
The next day, Mayhem’s warnings about the rain rang true, and their care helped them get to Rēlaístis after the rain early in the morning. Late in the morning, they found a rune stone, but nobody knew what the runes meant. They passed through Térrivīš, a big but run-down village, but nobody bothered them. Pity nobody bothered them the night before.
At last, they made it to Rēlaístis, while the market was still open. Yémos sold the gear of the bearded bandit for 60 silver pennies, and then bought four healing salves. After checking in with the agents of the Zúbrēs Mining Company down at the docks, Yémos, Anêr, and Mayhem check in at the Chessman Inn for the next three days. There, Yémos chatted with Séttora, a gnome with long earlobes who owned the Chessman. After showing Yémos a bit about chess, she told him a few things about the mining company and the town.
- Those agents who have to tend slaves stay at the Hellgate tavern on the docks. The town is paranoid about slaves.
- Agents have brought weird carved items from the mines and asked around town for help identifying them. Nobody, not even the Lady Lummenólē, knew what they were, though Séttora added with a smirk, "That really isn't her area." They then brought the items down to Mīstássun.
- Speaking of Mīstássun, that's where most ore goes for smelting. Rēláistis has such an inferiority complex that its dockhands spit on the ore going south. Séttora herself cursed the Count but praised the Queen.
- The ore comes on a barge from the mines, and some of it stays in Rēláistis for local smelting. The ore barge goes then to Mīstássun, where slaves unload the ore for smelters. They then but some supplies on the barge, and send it back north to Rēlaístis. There, on market day, which happens every fourth day, they load grain and other farm goods onto the barge, and send it north to the mines. Thus, the company always has four barges on the Sarkērrêne River.
Caleb, however, stayed with Magós, an old lady with the Order of the Sun. She spoke little, but let Caleb learn spells from her books.
They stayed for three nights, and it rained often. On the 20th, the gang went down to the docks in the morning, and met with Anêr, a man with a braided beard coming from the camp. After a few remarks about there being two men named Anêr and Mayhem taking umbrage about a short remark, they all agreed they would go north that day.
Eric asked about using Extra Effort in combat. I told him sure, but then we have to be more careful to note FP lost after ten seconds of combat.
We spent a bunch of time going over level ups for Yémos. Chris and I took care of Mayhem and Caleb before Christmas, while Anêr was easy, since it was mostly Weapon Master, which paid off right away with that Rapid Strike. He mostly bought ST; DX or IQ would also have paid off fast.
I did roll "tween" stories for while they trained. This is from Mythic Variations, since I wanted to move fast through training but have a chance of something happening. Both times I rolled, I got a 12, so whatever they were doing went quite well.
I told them I'm adapting Caverns of Thracia for the mine dungeon, and we all praised Jennell Jaquays's adventures. Eric is running Dark Tower for a bunch of kids.