EX3 West

Dropping off

Hi guys,

I’m sure you already suspected but I’m going to have to drop off this campaign. My work has taken an upturn and with school full time and kids, I don’t have time to give it the attention it needs.

That being said. If anyone is interested in continuing the story, let me know and I will give the basic plot I had come up with and sign this page over to you. Thanks guys. It was fun while it lasted.

I'm back

Hey guys. Sorry for disappearing. I had a medical issue come up that is now resolved. I will try to make a big post to kick everything back in gear shortly. Take 2 charms of your choice and 10XP for the trouble if you still want to play. If not, no worries. Again, my apologies for the disappearing act.

The Temple of Black Flame

A person in a black cloak from head to toe answers the door. It is a woman in the middle of her life. The Temple behind her is dark and you have to strain to look behind her to see what’s inside. “Welcome (she pauses slightly as she notices your metallic skin and weapon and armor) how can we help you brother? Do you seek the truth found within the black flame?”

The Interrogation

The Neomah looks at you with disgust. Small wounds ooze black blood from its face and eyes. “Kill me then. I’m bound to kill that one, whether I choose to or not.” It nods in Starfall’s direction.

Side note. Add 5 XP and take 5 Solar XP for our first battle finally being done lol.

Butcher Alley

The trek to the Alley brings your group into the deepest and darkest parts of Wu Jian. It is a maze of corridors and ladders and ramps that seem to lead down into the very abyss itself. By the time you arrive on ground level, the light from the sun is filtered down by grates, debris, and the towering buildings over you.

To say Butcher Alley stinks would be an incredible understatement of epic proportions. Blood and salt tinge the air with the undeniable smell of rot. The closeness of the buildings and the smell are enough to make anyone feel uneasy, but when you see the dried gore covered denizens that roam between the shops and storefronts, you suppress the sensation to throw up. You know the Black Tides claim ownership of this area and they will be watching you. The Temple lies at the far end of the alley.

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The Crowned Sun in His Splendor

When the ships of Yi Xiandao came to Wu Jian they did so because they were going to make people rich. They rode low in the water, laden with bolts of golden cloth woven from the beards of shellfish, the iron-hard wood beloved of the shipwrights of Arjuf, the clam-derived subtle poison by which Tia and the best Maiden Tea was made, a thousand spices, as well as white, pink, and golden pearls. Trusted and well-trained factors handled the majority of the exchanges, the contracts had been negotiated years ago and all in the favor of the old man from Brightwalk.

If that had been all involved the great ship On Golden Sands, called the wooden isle for its vastness, would not lay anchored off the coast. Yi Xiandao did nothing by accident, and that meant he knew something. So when his launch reached the shore there were a host of flatterers, tradesmen, representatives, and officials offering him every courtesy and welcome. Yet when he opened his mouth to speak they fell silent.

(Read Intention action to see who here is trying to ingratiate themselves with me. Perception 2 + Socialize 5 + Islands Specialty = 5 successes)

“Truly Wu Jian is home to best of people, to receive a tired old merchant with such hospitality. It is clear to me that I have been negligent to ignore the many friendships I should have made here, and perhaps, with your forgiveness for my error, we can begin to rectify the situation today.”

(Instill Action, attempting to make them think favorably of him, playing off either their patriotism or greed: Charisma 4 + Presence 5 = 2 successes)

“I had hoped to see certain of the sights of your wonderful isle. My father has in his collection many stories of Wu Jian and I had hoped to discern the truth of some of them while I was here. My gratitude would be with whoever could lend me some assistance. I hope it would not be too terribly inconvenient to show me around to some of the old construction, perhaps with a foray down to ground level near any old sites.”

(Persuade Action, playing off the former intimacy, he wants a local guide to find the golden needles and observe some of the Anathema era construction that isn’t covered by other buildings: Charisma 4 + Presence 5 = 4 successes)

Before the clamor in response could grow too loud he added, as if he suddenly remembered it,

“I was also told I should have a conversation with someone called the Architect, a singular character who it would ill suit me to anger. It would do my heart good to know I hadn’t aroused any such ire as I have heard about from this character. I would be glad to compensate anyone who took the trouble to convey that I have nothing but the best of intentions while I am here.”

(Persuade Action, playing off an intimacy to the Architect or to me, to deliver a message and arrange a metting: Charisma 4 + Presence 5 = 5 successes)

(Rolls link: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20874973&postcount=1)

The Falling Star Rises

Starfall stretched as she languidly rose from bed. She hummed a song half-remembered from childhood as she bathed, then once she finished toweling her self dry she whispered a word in the tongue of the Old Realm that caused her robes to unfold from the metal clasped around her wrist, then strapped on the belt that held her hatchets onto her waist before stepping into her sandals. She settled her cloak about her shoulders, gathered her meager belongings, and then exited the room that, however desolate was still nearing the point when it would be more than she could afford.

The streets were a sea of people, too busy jockeying for position among themselves to pay her much heed as long as she kept her cloak in place. The voices of the multitude were the surf that crashed about her as curiosity drove her forward.

She’d considered continuing to lay low rather than risk going to the Apothecary, of course, but since the Hunt was likely still present in the city then she would need to learn everything about their movements she could, and if the gossip making the rounds of the city was anything to judge by then no other place could be as promising a source of information.

A Shadow in the Night

Veron jackknifed up and forward so fast that he almost broke his nose on his own knee. For a long moment the only noise was the sharp edge of his jagged breath ricocheting in his ears. His sheets were coiled about his body, a great twisted serpent slick and sour with sweat.

He breathed a curse into the night and the melange of noises that never quieted broke in through the open window.

Veron had always been a light sleeper out of necessity, but it had become harder and harder to get through the night with these damnable dreams cast around his neck like an albatross. Doubly so here in Wu-Jian, where Veron felt so keenly the absence of a swaying deck beneath his feet, painful and strange like a new wound.

There was nothing for it, he thought miserably, the frantic heat in him quieting as adrenaline left him in a rush. He’d never get back to sleep now.

He carefully untangled himself and lit a candle in a little metal dish on the scuffed nightstand. Beside it was a green leather-bound journal with faintly yellowed pages, a long red feather standing at attention in a well of ink. Veron transcribed the details of the dream as faithfully as he was able, knowing that if he were to flip back a page the same words would peer up at him, and on and on for months now.

He dressed himself slowly, paying careful attention to detail and checking the line of his outfit thrice before finding it acceptable – a silk vest, charcoal dark with high-waist trousers to match, over a jewel-blue tunic. He’d been made fun of for his almost fanatic dedication to his appearance in the past, but it was as integral to his survival as breathing, as the familiar weight of Veris at his hip.

He gathered the whip in question, tucking it neatly into his belt, and shrugged his pack onto his shoulder. The watery light of early morning was barely filtering down through the endless haze of smoke and stirring dirt when Veron stepped into the hall, the rest of the inhabitants doubtlessly still tucked neatly into their beds. Veron gave a wistful sigh.

Ah, well, he thought, and strode onward. There was work to be done.

Chapter 1

Anathema. An Anathema has been found in the “great city” of Wu Jian. Most would never admit the appeal the city has on individuals that find themselves here. Anything can be found in these flooded streets if you know where to look. Any good or service can be found and now one of the Anathema has arrived and is being hunted by the glorious, noble Wyld Hunt. At least thats what the the criers are decreeing at this late hour.

You know better though. Deep in your soul you know that you would be branded “Anathema” if they knew what you are. You don’t feel like you are possessed. Even though you haven’t met anyone else like yourself on your journeys, you can’t help but hold onto the hope that maybe there is another just like you. You saw the end of the battle. The two women rushed each other as the waters flooded around them in the slum streets. The golden woman impaled through the stomach by a sword while slumped over the body of the unconscious woman. The latter lays in the middle of a broken wood cart that was unceremoniously slammed into her by the young woman that is now bleeding on top of her. The rumors are that two other dragons went to pull their companion from the rubble but the sun child was gone, not even leaving a trail of blood. None seem to remember seeing her leave but the consensus is the same: There is a wounded golden demon hiding somewhere in the city.

You have been in Wu Jian to know that there is only one place people go when they need urgent help. A tea house and brothel on top of a tower of slum buildings. One of the few places where the paint isn’t peeling off and it doesn’t reek of bodily fluids. No this is an establishment that makes its coin as a respectable place of business. Were diplomats can meet in anonymous luxury. Where sailors can spend their wages after months at sea. And for those of Wu Jian that are desperate and hurt, the place that you can be healed with no questions asked. Where the only accepted payment is information and favors. The Sapphire Lotus Tea House is where the sick and injured come when they have no other options. If you want to find the girl like you, then you need to go see the Apothecary.


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