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Summary

Adventure: ?
GM: Ian Anderson
Session: Autumn 814
Night: Thursdays
Location 20 Pahi Place, West Harbour (down stairs)
Level: Lowish
Rules: ?

Aaron the Enchanter is unemployed after this seasons Guild meeting.
In order to delay having to go home to mother for the season he is organizing a Party.

His current plan is to gather as many other lowly unemployed Guild members as possible and throw a loud drunken gathering at the pub, to Paint the town Red, and keep partying until;

1. / He runs out of money.
2. / He gets Arrested.
3. / The Guild finds us a job.

The Party

• Aaron 6'male human E&E with 7 Adventures - Helen S.
• Poppy non mage with 3 Adventures
• Aurora - air mage fae
• Grizelda

Scribe Notes (Aaron)

Wasn't that Party!

Well I started partying at the Guild Pub; Me with good beer and the BFG Grizelda, who started the night drinking mead. Aurora the pretty elf, air mage let me buy her a wine or two. There was also a fine fellow female adventurer called Poppy and maybe one or two others.
I only recall the ladies.

It seems we visited The Hogs End, as I have a paid bill for damages from there as well as from a place called The Dead Dog Tavern. (Probably the BFG got a bit clumsy what with those meads earlier.)

We have to have been to the Golden Ingot at some point because I know they are the only place in Seagate you can get that particular brand of whiskey.
Sadly the bottles were discovered open and empty at the bottom of a beer barrel with about 5 inches of mixed liquid in it. (Boiler makers by the barrel !, ???)
And where and when Aurora acquired the Guardsman’s Helmet we may never know.

Aurora has recollections of singing songs in duet with a fountain, and Grizelda thinks this fountain may have been in the Guild water college.
But none of us can remember how we came to be aboard a ship, well out into confederation bay.

Grizelda is not a belligerent drunk, it seems to be her natural state, and a hangover only slightly curbs her bossiness.
Upon return to consciousness she quickly ascertained from the ships elvish cook that Guild Security had carted us and our gear aboard so that the vessel could sail before dawn, and that they, Guild Security, had left us a note.

The ’Note’ consisted of a copy of an adventuring contract signed by all four of us. All the signatures seem genuine, that any of us could sign that neatly blind drunk really impressed me.
There was also a request from Harold the Unfathomable for the Seagate Adventurers Guild to send a party to deal to a problem with travel between Junction and Gloomy vale, seems there are bandits and those flying the route have gone missing. This request is written on Kraken Skin and seems to have some sort of invitation magic in it.
And lastly, a list starting with our names and going on to things like personal equipment, Armour and weapons for said persons, Lessers, Greaters, healing potions two each, and so on right down to hang over cure one each. Obviously the Guilds check list to make sure we were properly equipped and didn’t miss the boat.

Once I learned that we were aboard a ship called the August, captained by a very ugly man name Jack, Cap’n Jack to the likes of me. I relaxed a little about our abrupt departure from Seagate. It wasn’t any one of us that needed to be out of Seagate by dawn, it was the August herself. The captain couldn’t let any of those crews from the vessels in port get a look at her in daylight.

The August sailed into the hidden port of Sandspit on W’ansday the 9th of Fruit having made good time coming south due to the magics of both the Dwarven Water mage Gimlet and our air mage Aurora.
During the voyage Aurora pestered the very closed mouthed crew with questions about where we were going.
Grizelda hung out in the galley and swapped recipes with the elvish cook.
Aaron began buffing the party with Greaters, weapon and armour rituals.
And Poppy is seems from suffers sea sickness, or maybe it’s that she’s not as used to hard drinking as the rest of us who decided to forgo the hangover cure. Aurora being the one who didn’t even try to tough it out.

On the evening of the 9th, from the barman at the Donkeys Hayvinn in the port village of Sandspit we learn that the boatmen of whom Harold the Unfathomable is most senior or head, are not due to arrive until Reapsday.
Also that evening Aaron purchased leather, bronze/brass fittings and other necessities to make Aurora a suit of rank 4 (5pt) hard leather armour, Grizelda having decided that Aurora required something more protective that she could cast in.

Scribe Notes (Aurora)

Help! I'm on a boat - We're all going to die

I'm writing these words while sitting inside of a hold of a ship which is heading to a place called Sandspit, located somewhere past Adjebar. Why am I in a ship when it is fairly well known that this elven air mage doesn't trust ships not to sink? Well maybe I'd better start at the beginning.

At the last Guild meeting, I was eyeing up one adventure that involved Guild members heading over to Terranova as drow slaves. As a joke, I asked 'would it work if I was disguised as a drow and the rest of the party were my slaves'. That led to me being pulled out of the meeting by Guild Security and sternly reminded it is not a good idea to use fellow Guild members as slaves. (*sigh*) Obviously some members of Guild Security don't have a sense of humour.

I didn't get on that adventure anyway, in fact, I didn't get on any at all – which left me at a loose end - again – and I was getting tired of helping with the administrative duties at Ladlaugh, although having a dragon as a financial adviser is proving to be very useful.

Having nothing better to do, I decided to join in on - erm, crash - a party that Aaron was having that night. He didn't get an adventure either so he was planning to party until (a) he ran out of money (b) he got arrested or (c) the Guild came up with a late job. Apparently it was either that or spending another season at home with his mum in Old Seagate. It turned out to be a small gathering which included the giantess Grizelda and someone called Poppy whom I hadn't met before.

For some reason I don't remember much of that night and I'm usually careful of how much I drink. I know I started off with ciders and honey meads, but I think I must have decided to try whatever it was that Aaron was drinking. We must have ended up in the Golden Ingot at some point and apparently I was singing a duet with a fountain outside the Water College.

The next thing I remember was waking up on a ship, and after a panic attack, where I was convinced that we were all going to drown, I then came to the conclusion that we had all been shanghaied and were heading off for a life on the open sea. Well, they're not keeping this air mage. That was then I noticed that there was a crate with my name on it, as well as one each marked with Poppy, Aaron and Grizelda. Sure enough my companions were also waking up – and we all had shocking hangovers. Poppy appeared to be suffering the worst.

I was still trying to figure out where the Watchman's helmet on my head had come from when a dwarf came down to check on us. He told us that the Guild was indeed sending us on a mission and the crates contained all our gear as well as a few healing potions and a hangover cure. I decided to take it and discovered it was actually a potion of Cleansing Flame. It did get rid of the hangover but, it really hurt while it was doing it. Sadistic fire mages. The others thought it was rather funny and decided they'd rather tough out the hangover – even poor Poppy who was now combining a hangover with seasickness – at least that was what we thought it was at the time. I have to admit that was a bit odd when we discovered she does a lot of travelling on ships, being a merchant. Maybe she just came down with something or had a slight allergy to the ship's food.

We had also signed the Guild Contract which I had absolutely no recollection of doing but our signatures were surprisingly neat. The dwarf, who we later discovered was called Gimlet, explained that we were heading down to Sandspit to check out some reports of banditry against merchants and fliers going missing in the canyons. The note to the Guild was written on kraken skin – rather impressive we thought. Basically we had to talk to the had of the Boatman's Guild, a guy called Harold the Unfathomable, located in Lake Town, who would give us the details. The trouble was between the towns of Junction and Gloomyvale.

  “All the best people sneak around in the dark and wear black” (can't remember if that was a reference to my stealth armour or Guild Security)

It would take us a couple of weeks to get down to Sandspit so we settled down to some sort of routine. Grizelda went to swap recipes with the ship's chef while I went exploring and discovered that the ship we were on was called the 'August', the captain was Jack the Orc and the chef was just known as 'Cookie'. Gimlet was also a water mage so, with the Captain's permission, I added my winds to his current so we made good time.

We also discovered that one of the barrels was mostly empty apart from a small amount of ale and several empty whiskey bottles. Had we been drinking something that Aaron called 'boiler makers'?

Another barrel labelled 'grog' contained something that, when I tasted it reminded me of some sort of sweet faerie wine. It also must have been rather strong as I lost the use of my legs. Grizelda had to lift me up into my hammock.

Aaron also made sure we were properly buffed up with Greaters etc. I also discovered that he seemed to appreciate me wearing my sleepwear.

On the fourth day of the voyage, there was some discussion about taking something out but it was decided against it as there could be too many casualties.

On another occasion we were talking about languages which included the following:

  Aurora – “I don't know much dwarvish but I heard they have thirty words for beer”
  Aaron – “And the rest”
  Grizelda - “Well she did say she only had a little dwarven”

On the eighth day we manoeuvred through the shoals that kept most shipping out of the area.

Back on Terra Firma - the More Firmer the less Terror

9th Fruit

Arrived at Sandspit and went to the Donkey's Haven inn. I was hoping we were going to be discrete but Grizelda decided to announce our arrival. She was also objecting to my choice of armours and insisted I gave something a bit tougher. Aaron, being an armoursmith, promptly offered to make it. We had to wait a bit as the next boat to Lake Town wasn't due to arrive until next Reapsday.

Sandspit is a small fishing village of 200-300 people and has lots of warehouses.

11th Fruit

On the day before Reapsday my brand new Rank 4 Weaponsmith armour (AP5), courtesy of Aaron was ready – and I bet he had a lot of fun with the measuring and fitting.

Poppy went shopping for fabric and found a bolt of dark blue silk. Looked really nice but was rather expensive – such as 1000sp for the bolt. We finally decided against it.

It's HOW Big?

12th Fruit

Next day, we could see crossbowmen on the wall. Purified then went to see what was going on. Turned out that they were expecting company. About lunchtime, company turned out to be a ship that sailed out of one of the gaps in the cliff. Turned out to be expected and was a trading ship from further inland, carrying cows and pigs. It turned out that this ship was our ride to Lake Town.

The captain was Captain Alberto and, we had to undergo the ritual of drinking magical beer so we could be 'one with the crew'. Turned out we were meant to be part of the crew and had gained the ability to help row the ship. We went into the cliffs and had to negotiate a maze of watery passages. At one point we heard Destinian voices who seemed to have got themselves lost.

13th Fruit

By midnight, we were out of the maze and into the lake. It was going to take us a day to cross the lake but, fortunately, we could do that on sail power. My offer of a Mage Wind was rejected though … seems some local air spirit might object. I was also getting regaled by stories of the giant creature that lived in the lake. Going for a swim would not be a good idea, especially when I saw the fate of the dead pig that was thrown aboard. An enormous tentacle emerged, grabbed the pig and pulled it under. Someone said that was the ritual sacrifice to allow safe passage over the lake. And I had thought the crew were exaggerating. Apparently not – so I was starting to get more and more scared – especially when I saw, in the water, a giant eye that was bigger than than the boat – like about 30ft across.

It didn't help when I was told we needed to be 'introduced' to the creature. While having visions of being dragged underwater and being stared at by a giant eye, we were told to stand by the side of the boat. I swear my knees were knocking as the giant tentacle came up, reached out towards me, and patted me gently on the head. I nearly passed out. The tentacle then did the same to the others before disappearing.

I don't remember much more of the trip apart from staring at the cloud topped mountains in the distance and wondering how high they were, and how long it would take to fly to the top. I think I spend most of it watching just in case the giant kraken came back. So I was very relieved when we finally arrived at Lake Town, just after dark. It was the type of town you could smell before you saw it.

The whole town was built on stilts over the lake and the buildings were connected by wooden walkways. Once docked, we disembarked the boat and taken to see Harold the Unfathomable.

I thought it would be him we were going to be talking to, but, when we were conducted into the office, all the boatmen, including Harold, left. Instead it was the Mayor of Laketown, Edward, that gave us the details. There was a waystation halfway in the gorge between Junction and Gloomyvale and the cloud ceiling was around 200 to 300ft on average. It didn't seem to matter how far apart the fliers flew, they still all disappeared. Also the increase of bandit attacks started occurring at about the same time as the disappearances. We made the plan to pose as a merchant with bodyguards.

After the meeting, we retired to the Pointed Stick tavern.

I swear it was a pig - or was it a duck?

14th Fruit

I swear I was woken up sometime in the wee hours of the morning by a pig squealing in terror – maybe the dream I had about a live pig being dragged towards a creature with many tentacles and at least thirty eyeballs had something to do with it. I ended up waking all the others in sheer fear as I heard noises on the roof and a flash of light from outside. Poppy's dog was also 'pointing' at a spot near the ceiling but none of us could see anything unusual. Finally Grizelda opened the window and, with the help of a mirror on a stick, we could see a large, black, fluffy tail on the roof. Twas just a cat. Feeling rather embarrassed, I crawled back into bed and hid under the blankets.

Next morning, I was having porridge, while the others were having fish. It was actually rather nice, reminded me of the Caledonian porridge I have had. Grizelda was curious about the kitchen but the landlord wouldn't let her in claiming 'she wasn't scary enough'. Visions of ugly unseelie fae went through my mind until the landlord explained that his wife considered the kitchen 'her territory' and doesn't tolerate intruders, being rather accurate with thrown kitchen utensels.

There was also a cat in the room, an orange one, that was more interested in Grizelda's fish than the bit of porridge I was offering. The landlord did confirm that there was a large black Queen cat that wandered around the area.

A Merchanting We Go

After breakfast we went to get the horses that had been arranged for us, being four riding horses, one spare and a pack horse. In retrospect I guess it wasn't a good idea to flutter on top of my horse then use my animal speech spell to talk to him – as Poppy pointed out. We also got some horse feed as well.

The road we took would lead us through Dunners, Chesterton, Blossom then Junction. On our lunch break we stopped by an orchard and, I had to admit, it was rather tempting to fly over and do some 'scrumping' as they looked delicious. Just as we were leaving, a boy popped his head out through the hedge, curious about who we were. So, after a bit of haggling, we left with a bag of apples.

Mid afternoon, the mist started coming down. I thought this was rather suspicious so I prepared my shortbow. That was when the mist got really thick – so thick that I couldn't see my horse's ears. The others told me to put my bow away and, as I did, the mist thinned out. Strange.

Late afternoon we reached Dunners.

Oooh Look! - I'm an Animal Fairy

15th Fruit

Porridge again for breakfast, at least for me, the others were having bacon. Being able to talk to animals had basically put me off meat – and even harming some animals, which is basically why I'm a vegetarian. If I ever discover how to speak to plants, I think I'd be in real trouble.

The others were having bacon, which I had to admit, smelt delicious. Sandwiches called 'Bacon Butties' were made for our lunch break on the trail and I finally agreed to try one at lunch. Besides, some of the others were making fun of my culinary choices and Grizelda was also saying it was 'unhealthy'. So I accepted the challenge.

As it turned out … I didn't really get to eat it. It was a nice day out and when we stopped for lunch, a large brown bear shuffled in, attracted by Grizelda's honey hive. So, instead of fighting it, since it was autumn and hungry, I decided to charm it, then use my talk to animals spell again. Well … colour me fawn and call me an animal fairy – they both worked. I basically told the bear to leave us alone and go away – punctuating that by throwing my bacon butty away in the other direction so it would have to chase after it while we made a careful retreat, hoping it wouldn't chase after us. I have to admit – the bacon butty was okay but it left a greasy aftertaste in my mouth I didn't really like – and some people rave on about bacon.

Didn't see that bear again for the rest of the day and reached Chesterton. We reported the bear encounter then, when asked, the guard recommended the Flying Turkey so that was where we went. Turned out the landlord there was the guard's brother but it was still a nice place. After being told off by Poppy for telling too many tall tales last night - probably under the influence, I decided to take an early night.

Persons of Interest

Captain Jack, Captain of the ship The August. Also known as Jack Orc.
Gimlet a Dwarf aboard The August, water mage.
Cookie, an Elf cook & crewman aboard The August, he's a Namer.

Buffs and Mil Sci

Magic	Rk	Effects	Dur	1	2	3	4	5	6
Enchant Armour	11	+24 def, +1 DP	6 hrs	?	?	?	?	?	?
Enchant Weapon	9	+10 Sc +3 Dam	14 mins	?	?	?	?	?	?
Scales	7	34 ablative before Armour.	17 mins	?	?	?	?	?	?
Greater enchantment	9	+10 two Areas	3 days	Y	Y	Y	Y	Y	Y
Spell	0	effects	? hrs	Y	Y	Y	Y	Y	Y

Watch Order

• Aurora
• Grizelda
• Poppy
• Aaron

Marching Order

• Poppy, as her Horse is leader
• Grizelda, as her Horse is biggest
• Aurora,as she can shoot from her horse.
• Aaron, he's the horse boy leading the extras

Stuff for the Seagate Times

Tips for Adventuring Success

1. Don't annoy the giant - She's bigger than you
2. Don't get between a giant and their dinner

Calendar

Autumn 814wk: Fruit (4)
	Moonday		Duesday		W'ansday		Th'rsday		Frysday		Reapsday		Sunday
	Lugnasad		1	Guild Meeting	2	Hangover day	3	Morning Greater & Enchant rituals	4		5		6	Morning Greater
	7		8		9	Morning Greater & Enchant rituals	10		11	Enchant rituals (P & Au)	12	Morning Greater & Enchant rituals (Aa & G)	13
	14		15	Morning Greater	16		17		18		19		20
	21		22		23		24		25		26		27
	28		29		30		1		2		3		4
Autumn 814wk: Harvest (5)
	5		6		7		8		9		10		11
	12		13		14		15	Equinox	16		17		18
	19	Harvest Moon	20		21		22		23		24		25
	26		27		28		29		30		1		2
Autumn 814wk: Vintage (6)
	3		4		5		6		7		8		9
	10		11		12		13		14		15		16
	17	Blood Moon	18		19		20		21		22		23
	24		25		26		27		28		29		30	Beerfest