Searching Sol for Paradise

Scribe Notes

Summary

Adventure: Searching Sol for Paradise
GM: Helen S
Season: Summer 804 WK

Party

• Phaeton D'Tama, Solar Celestial Human Male
• Sooty, Fire Elf Male
• Serra Angelus, Earth Elf Female (Party Leader)
• Brigetta McLeod, Bardic Human Female (Mil Sci)
• Sau Rus, Necromancer Human Male
• Roderigo, E&E Halfling Male (Scribe)

Time on adventure

1st Meadow 804 to 16th Breeze 804

Employer

Owen Livingston

Mission

To guide the pilgrim caravan to the place they called Paradise

Plane

Paolithica

Frigidia

Thar

Sol

Places Visited.

Abandoned City on Frigidia

Nomad Camp on Sol

Paradise

Important People

Cornelius Livingston - Owen’s father - water

Samuel Kirby - namer

Rowen Travis - E&E

Great and Mighty Khan - leader of the nomadic horsepeople

Original Scribe Notes

Media:Snsu0404.zip - Official Roderigo notes

- Unofficial Phaeton Scribe Notes

Official Scribe Notes

Forward (by way of explanation in regard to the late arrival of these): Sneaked out through the privy window I did , 2 x silver(ish) candles sticks, a cold pork chop, 3 iced cakes & a large pickle stuffed in my breeches for safe keeping, my black mask snuggly in place …then next & most important - to stow the fruits of my labour in my secret hidey hole & leave a clean set of heels for the city watch ….I sneaketh & skulk through the shadows of the avenues & alley ways till I got to the paupers graveyard where after just a little serch I find my secret spot. I pry up the headstone of one “**********

• • • • • • • • , Tinker” lately deceased,scrabbling away some rocks to where

my horde lyeth in a locked strongbox (& for those that wonder - set with deadly undetectable traps & smeared secretely with invisible & incurabel poisons) … inside there be coins from the realms, a velvet hat with a feather, a bottle of sailors grog, an old cheese that hath not improved with age & there be the sack that holds my collection of pickled orcish ears. So I open it up to gloat just a litlle & there they be my prized….. SCRIBE NOTES!!!! what the devil???....... But the big question be – what be filed in the guild library one year previous? …. Our Adventure 1 Meadow Our party gathered together at the guild be some I have met before and some that is new to I - a mixed bunch as always to be sure. The names of our cast of heroes and they that be more of the scoundrel sort shall be recounted for the records and for whosoever should wish to . There be: Brigetta McLeod (Jaqui Smith) – a damnedly noisy red haired Caledonian she - bard who is swathed in a small armoury & and the chequered clothing of her race. She is related to Robert McLeod who I know. She will be our military scientist…& official poet. They say she singeth in such loud voice to take attention from her clothes, Brother Phaeton – (Keith Smith) her clean living friend dressed in white – who aint amour'd of the normal adventurers tastes in pleasure, but is damnedly sharp with the bandage & blinding rays of white light (that I do my best to avoid). He be constantly taking of notations and gazing in an interested manner at the skies… 2 Serra Angelis (Michael Scott) – she be a tall elf & hath the skill to twist her body right around and look from behind & to eat anything...some say humans. She will be the Leader because her prominent golden breast plate which will evoke friendly thoughts among strangers….. who are men… otherwise she be a surly wench but grim with weapon in hand & useful with a spell…she be druidic by profession. Saute or Sooty as some call him (Bernard) – a burned and singed fire mage elf with friends they whisper (depending on how muich ale has been supped) (extremely)low places (allegedly)…and I don’t mean the local cut price cat house during leftovers half price hour…not that I’d know about that personally, but a bargain is a bargain…. Anyway he be not a beauty.. Sau Rus (Ian Anderson) the former lizard man & friend of the dead, who previously had scales & a tail but now beith a man. He too hath frinds in dark places being of the college of Necromancy - & by way of endorsement, if there be graveyard retriveal required, he be a willing assitant . & I the scribe, Roderigo, Goodman (Michael McFadden) a clean living halfling, an e& e magician of modest habits, but mind keen for a few spare sheckels if they be available for acquisition… Our employer be represented by Owen Livingstone, a human 5’11” wearing worn out clothes in his early 20s I be guessing. .Another fellow called Fred is with him – a bit shorter wearing bleached linen and a worn out waist coat. By the looks of them they be struggling to afford our guild rates, but I guess that is what guild security be for. Owen Livingstone and other families – Pilgrims they be (grim stern looking folk in rough spun garments with buckles on theyre hats) want to go to paradise and they want us to send them there …..& no it aint a simple matter of slitting their gillets for them or even looking where right thinkin’ guild folk would normally enquire – i.e. the Rose Court, the Gilded Lilly, or even the Blue Badger tavern at happy hour where they serve free boiled pigs trotters, (less then three days old – guaranteed!!!…).but we will have to travel by boat ( unjoy) & go down a number of magical portals through the planes that will lead them to their destination, They want us to guide them there and to help to protect their wagon train from those that they encounter on the way. The first portal is on an island called Rangifero in Old Pacifica. Phaeton says he has friends there (bookish theoric types I’ll be bound). We will have to travel there by ship - three weeks by approximation from Seagate. The other pilgrims have already passed through there and are travelling on a plain called Paeleolithica. Once we pass through the Rangifero portal our first job will be to find the caravan. Owen has traded with a certain archaeologist? called California Smith and has obtained some journals written about 100 years ago by Owen’s grandfather that shows how to get to Paradise… His grandfather owned a portal finding device & did much travelling. We will need to pass through six portals on four planes and will have to locate them by looking at the notes since we do not possess the same trinket as Owen’s grandfather. Owen he says that the trip will take about two months. His grandfather’s notes are brief and do not give descriptions about geography and the like. In the caravans there will be some mages. Magic has been taught in family circles and is kept secret and will be different in each family. Magic is not very popular where they come from because of the 3 church. Because magic be treated so secret like, they are not sure exactly what skills each family possesses – although Owen is a Namer and Fred is a Water mage. We will leave the next day with the tide and stock up with the usual healing potions and enchantment spells. The boat we shall travel by be called the “Sea Dragon” with Captain Masters who shall command she. From Meadow 2 to 17 we travel by sea to our destination in upper Pacifica. We arrive at a city known as Gordonia or Rangifero. It is covered in Scoria rock. There are ruins everywhere including several pyramids. The portal is half days walk away, but it will take a day to unload all of animals from the ship. (We have been taking pack animals to meet with the other Pilgrims) Watches are set as we stay the night there. 1 Serra Angelus & Saurus. 2 Saute & I. 3. Brigetta & Phaeton. Phaeton warns of undead living in the ruins. Brigetta the Bard entertains the party with tales – disappointingly clean I must state. Phaeton spends his time observing the stars. I sleep, sharpen my knife & dream of … lucre, filthy & the other sort, the more clean sort of lucre – of this I remember not. 18 th Meadow We travel through the lands, barren they be, down a winding trail toward the centre of Rangifero for about half a day. It turns out that Owen and Fred are only slightly more skilled at Rangering than a one eyed blind beggar, so we take over. (Or at least Brigetta & Saute do) with the assistance of a spell from Phaeton, they fly ahead and find the enormous stones in a circle that marketh the portal entrance. We be cautious before entering the portal. Phaeton confirms that it will go to Paeleothica, it will take only minutes to travel and it will not harm magical items. He tells us that the portal was manufactured at the other side. We will eat and go through. The caravan is told to follow us by minutes. WE enter the portal, there is a flash of light and we pass into a land full of long grass that goes on in all directions for as long as we can see. Mana is normal. The rangers in the group they see that there has been another party pass through here. Phaeton, who hath a portable planetarium (he calleth it), tries to determine the correct direction. It appears that the next portal is six days travel away – from the diaries of Owen’s Grandfather it will be a great pile of stones by a river. Brigetta uses a crystal o vision that she hath in her possession & sees the other party travelling slowly ahead of us. She creates a simple map by using her crystal ball. Our plan is that the next day Saute, Phaeton and Brigetta will travel as long as they can by flying & scout ahead. Phaeton can recast the spell if needed. We camp & the next day set off travelling. 20 th Meadow Throughout the plains we seee animals that include, a herd of buffalo (endless it seemeth) rabbits, hawks and other birds……they are of an indecently large size all…… & we discovers there be large hunting predators with big teeth …;.we discover this as we are attacked by 4 giant she-lions springing from hiding places in the long grass. They fancy a taste of off plane horseflesh & thinking they have a 4 free lunch as they climb aboard some of our mounts. But they aint ever seen the likes of the guild afore in these parts and we show 'em that there aint no such thing and they are soon sautéed, slept & javelined courtesy of the Seagate Adventurers guild. I chop off a lion’s paw & Brigetta skins the same one & she know has a three legged lion skin. A few horses have been scratched which Serra & Phaeton swathe them with healing herbs. We camp the evening & Phaeton spends his time stargazing. They aint sleeping cos we be hearing them but they’ve tasted our steel or could be the influence of Brigetta who sings strange ditty called “the Lion Sleeps tonight which sees them off…. 21st Meadow We organize a riding marching order: Brigetta Saute, Phaeton, Saurus I, Serra, It’s grass, grass and more grass. The highlight is a scorch mark which is a week old – the pilgrim party is ahead. It gets even better as Brigetta telleth us a story about a monkey… it is disturbingly clean… Sauté flies off ahead to scout. He sees the caravan and we decide to catch up – marching through the night. When we get there, there are 36 wagons – 16 of 2 horse wagons the rest 4 horse. There are 126 people and 2 pregnant women – all hungry & tired. Owen introduces us. They stop for the night in the ring with the animals in the middle. I be noting’ a conspicuous lack of weapons and they look about as smart & streetwise as Lisette Summers when she be seven sheets to the wind with her best bonnet pulled over her eyes & her shoe laces knotted together – ripe for the plucking if some likely dogs of war armed to the teeth (like we be) should happen along – it’s enough to make me tear up the guild contract & take up banditry…but on the other hand a bunch of scrawny chickens & mangy hogs aint exactly loot no wonder they need our help… maybe slavery be an option? The chief Pilgrims are Cornelius Livingstone a grey haired fat old cove – who it is said is a namer, Samuel Kirby be a water mage & Ronan Travers who has a white beard & hair. He be an ensorcerer. Magic is something you got to do discrete about around these folk or they’re liable to choke on their cornbread & start prayin’ to their harvest god … They say that the namers were traitors. 22nd Meadow We stay in camp for the next day & give the Pilgrims a few basic tips on how to survive such as which part be the front of the horse & how to travel in a straight line etc… After this get too dull for even Phaeton the Philosophic, he casts a fly spell on us all and the whole party fly about 30 miles ahead to observe that they be about 30 miles off course. It be a new experience to I, but to my liking… Brigetta will communicate if needed by sending messages form afar back to the pilgrim leaders by her bardic spells. We find that the portal be in an oxbow lake like it be on an island. The portal is in a ring of large stones, being 13 like in Dr Livingstone’s diary. . They will need to cross the river & it be wide & deep with a fast current & no natural crossing… 5 I spot a woolly giant beast with a big horn on it’s nose like a of unicorn with stumpy legs & with extra fur.. .. hmmm I be knowing certain apothecaries who be paying a premium for the like of such We fly back & tell them the good news and that there be two days to go…. 23rd Meadow We head back to the river to wait on their arrival. & scout the portal area. Phaeton DA spells the portal. It’s destination be Frigidia…. It will be wide enough even for the pilgrims ox carts Brigetta the bard determines through a Legend Lore Spell that it was made many generations in the past by non humans –faeries elves and the like with the purpose bein’ for transportation… she say it broke contact with it’s original destination… The pilgrims build a ford/ causeway bridge to cross over the river by cutting down trees. We sit about pondering and looking at the fish… wonder at slaying the hairy unicorn but am outvoted by the party,.. Phaeton he say it be lackin’ in merit, but I, not knowing him too well at this time, be figuring he hath plans to sneak back after dark and keep the proceeds all to himself The crossing is easy for the skilful pilgrims despite much discussion by us on how they are to do it. We decide to enter the portal first thing in he morning. Phaeton, tries to read secret messages in the stars to see what messages they reveal. He is told it will be cold and full of snow next door & even death …hmmm with a name such as Frigidia who would be guessing this. He be with out doubt a true genius & possessed of great powers… We go through the portal and arrive in a place that is dark and full of echoes….we are in a very large cave coated with ice. Around the portal there is a black stone ring covered in strange inscriptions of languages that I be not understanding. The portal is at the back of a cave 100 m to the entrance. A magic aura cometh from the inscriptions on the portal. As best we can we check the cave for falls or collapses and so on. Phaeton checks for magical traps. It seems however to be a non-manna zone. The notes indicate there be a way out of here & eventually we notice a peek of light comes from a crack in the icy wall up high in the cave. I climb up and look outside – a blizzard, well I know about this having been in Flugelhiem of recent times, but this is a really bad one. The wind is blowing the snow horizontal like & it seems like it won’t stop ever. The ice is determined by spell to not be magical. A fire is built for warmth. Brigetta considers the legend lore on the portal of this side & decides that it not be as old as the other – it was used as a means o escape by humans and other races. We will spend he night back in Paeleolithica. In the meantime Sauté summons some creature of fire who he will use to melt a path for us will return back to Paeleolithica. When we return there be no icy wall but a big hole showing a blizzard and ice. We travel for about a mile until we come to a cliff. We travel up a ramp to a cave entrance. Following this up we find the second portal on Frigidia - a freestanding vertical ring. The portal was last used some time last year by a hunting party.