Okay, so after some stars finally aligned, my Pathfinder group got back together so we might resume playing the campaign we started last time. Only instead of on a Sunday, we played on a Tuesday, and instead of dinner, we had brunch, which consisted of turkey bacon, fresh fruit in the form of strawberries and cherries, cinnamon swirl bread which my sister made, and some scone like thing I cannot for the life of me remember the name of.
In game, a week has passed since the heroes became what the villagers of Sandpoint are calling the Saviors of Swallowtail. As such, they are now being sought out by the villagers for all manner of ails and ailments. First, the noble Aldern Foxglove decided to thank the adventurers by buying them horses and taking them out on a boar hunt. But as they were eating the boar meat in celebration later that night, a woman named Amele came into the Rusty Dragon seeking their help. Since the festival, her son has been complaining about a monster in his closet. Her husband had boxed his ears and told him to quit being fanciful, but then last night the family's dog petal was found dead. Then she showed the group the bite marks on her sons arms. The heroes heeded her call and went with her to her home to find her husband dead, his face chewed off by the goblin who had gone feral living beneath the floorboards in the boy's closet. Our heroes killed the goblin in no time flat. The sheriff arrived to console the hysterical Amele. The next morning he invited them to attend a meeting that was occurring at town hall. There Sheriff hemlock declared he was going to Magnimar to recruit some new guards for Sandpoint, and introduced them to both the Mayor, Kendra Deverin, and the Shaelu Andosana, a notorious goblin hunter who helped the sheriff patrol the nearby areas for the beasts. After agreeing to stick around town while the sheriff is gone, the adventurers were next plied by a Halfling women whose master, Ameiko, had not been around that morning. Her Halfling servant found a note from Ameiko's brother, Tsuto, which entreated her to meet him at the glassworks after midnight. The adventurers decided to assist the poor woman by starting the search for Ameiko by investigating the glassworks.
There they found Tsuto, in the company of several goblins, and from his journal pages it was revealed that he was instrumental in organizing the raid which took place on Sandpoint the night of the Swallowtail festival. In addition to his heinous crimes of conspiracy against the town, his father is found encased in runny sheets of glass, punishment for his father's infidelity which slowly drove Tstuo to madness, at war with his very being. After freeing Ameiko, the adventurers find a tunnel which looks bricked up, but appears to lead deeper into the earth. These tunnels underneath the glassworks are known as the catacombs of wrath, and will be explored next time by our intrepid adventurers. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Burnt Offers & Chicken Enchiladas
Sunday saw the inaugural game for my current tabletop campaign endeavors. My sister, her husband, my wife and myself have a standing tradition of playing Dungeons & Dragons after consuming dinner together on Sundays, but after our wizard moved to Salt Lake City on us, we kind of fell apart as a group and our current campaign fizzled out. After deciding some time ago to give Pathfinder a try, we finally got some people together and made characters the weekend before last. Altogether there are seven players counting myself, who is GameMaster (GM), but I have a hard time thinking of myself as anything other than a Dungeon Master. Old habits die hard, I guess.
My wife decided to play a half-elf bard by the name of Elsbeth. My sister decided to play a gnome named Rowen. Her husband is playing a half-orc barbarian called Braxis, and his friend and brother-in-law is playing another half-orc, this one a rogue, and bearing the name Lord Grat. Rounding out the group is an elven wizard with the appellation of Anduin; an unlikely group of adventurers if ever there was one. I mentioned there was seven of us, and I suppose there is, but the seventh isn't a player, but rather the wife of Lord Grat, and Braxis's sister. She isn't playing, so she sits on the sidelines and cheers.
After running a custom campaign with some friends for a few months during the hiatus between when my sister's group stopped playing D&D, and started playing Pathfinder, I decided to run a pre-constructed module to save myself some trouble. Since I'm a start-at-the-beginning kind of guy, we decided to run the first adventure Paizo the publisher of Pathfinder printed, which is Rise of the Runelords, which starts with Burnt Offerings.
As for dinner, we decided chicken enchiladas sounded pleasing to our palates, and so I took it upon myself to make them. I started with chicken in the crockpot in an enchilada sauce (a mild red sauce made La Victoria) and cooked it on low for several hours until it was tender enough to shred. I decided twelve would be a good number, and so I rolled up the chicken with a little bit of shredded cheese inside of corn tortillas. Next I covered them in more shredded cheese and sprinkled olives over one of the pans. After that, all that was left was to melt the cheese in the pan, which we did over at my sisters. It took about twenty-five minutes at a temperature of 375 degrees farenheit. My sister cooked some refried beans and canned corn to serve on the side, and Lord Grat made a seafood salad of sorts, made from imitation crab, among other things.
We completed the first three encounters of Burnt Offerings, which sees the adventurers save the town of Sandpoint from a goblin attack during the first day of the Swallowtail Festival. The Swallowtail Festival falls on the first day of fall, and this particular ceremony was to begin with the consecrating of a new chapel to replace one which was burned down five years ago. After working together to drive back first three goblins, then four and a goblin bard, the group finally routed the last of the goblins by taking out the goblin command who was perched atop his goblin dog. The goblin commando had been threatening a local noble, and so the adventurers rescued him from peril, but not before a goblin could slit the throat of hte poor man's dog. With the goblins gone, the heroes were labelled the Saviors of Swallowtail, and were given rooms for the week at the nearby inn, the White Deer. We decided to end things there, so until next time, stay safe.
My wife decided to play a half-elf bard by the name of Elsbeth. My sister decided to play a gnome named Rowen. Her husband is playing a half-orc barbarian called Braxis, and his friend and brother-in-law is playing another half-orc, this one a rogue, and bearing the name Lord Grat. Rounding out the group is an elven wizard with the appellation of Anduin; an unlikely group of adventurers if ever there was one. I mentioned there was seven of us, and I suppose there is, but the seventh isn't a player, but rather the wife of Lord Grat, and Braxis's sister. She isn't playing, so she sits on the sidelines and cheers.
After running a custom campaign with some friends for a few months during the hiatus between when my sister's group stopped playing D&D, and started playing Pathfinder, I decided to run a pre-constructed module to save myself some trouble. Since I'm a start-at-the-beginning kind of guy, we decided to run the first adventure Paizo the publisher of Pathfinder printed, which is Rise of the Runelords, which starts with Burnt Offerings.
As for dinner, we decided chicken enchiladas sounded pleasing to our palates, and so I took it upon myself to make them. I started with chicken in the crockpot in an enchilada sauce (a mild red sauce made La Victoria) and cooked it on low for several hours until it was tender enough to shred. I decided twelve would be a good number, and so I rolled up the chicken with a little bit of shredded cheese inside of corn tortillas. Next I covered them in more shredded cheese and sprinkled olives over one of the pans. After that, all that was left was to melt the cheese in the pan, which we did over at my sisters. It took about twenty-five minutes at a temperature of 375 degrees farenheit. My sister cooked some refried beans and canned corn to serve on the side, and Lord Grat made a seafood salad of sorts, made from imitation crab, among other things.
We completed the first three encounters of Burnt Offerings, which sees the adventurers save the town of Sandpoint from a goblin attack during the first day of the Swallowtail Festival. The Swallowtail Festival falls on the first day of fall, and this particular ceremony was to begin with the consecrating of a new chapel to replace one which was burned down five years ago. After working together to drive back first three goblins, then four and a goblin bard, the group finally routed the last of the goblins by taking out the goblin command who was perched atop his goblin dog. The goblin commando had been threatening a local noble, and so the adventurers rescued him from peril, but not before a goblin could slit the throat of hte poor man's dog. With the goblins gone, the heroes were labelled the Saviors of Swallowtail, and were given rooms for the week at the nearby inn, the White Deer. We decided to end things there, so until next time, stay safe.
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