Kingmaker Adventure Path

6th of Abadius, 4713

The night passed uneventfully. (Thank Gozreh.)

We made our way to Nivatka’s Crossing, a village on the Shrike River. It is small and humble in appearance and the people seem none to friendly to outsiders. Still, they took our coin as we plied them for information about Varnhold.

We spent a short time there, learning little of Varnhold and hearing some rumors about how the land was once ruled by one-eyed giants. We cross the bridge leading south on our way to Varnhold. Soon, the mountains loom up ahead of us. They are called the Tors of Levenies, I am told, and I know Varnhold is situated at the foot of these mountains.

We journeyed south along the road as it followed the river and came to a bridge crossing the river. It is night time and we decided to rest here for the night. Abraham jokingly told Godfrey not to pee in the water. They had a laugh, but I will make sure to drink water from further upstream than them.

We must be nearing Varnhold now. I expect to arrive at the town tomorrow. We shall see just what has befallen our neighbors.

5th of Abadius, 4713

The innkeeper of Svetlegton gave us a feast to honor our arrival last night (or as much of a feast as the small village could muster). We set off in the morning along the South Rostland Road. Nivatka’s Crossing is many miles east. Abraham suggests we force our march so we may rest there tonight.

On the road, we found a fort with no guards and gates standing wide open. Shtor, Pete, and I approached the fort carefully, but found no one inside. It would seem this fort was abandoned, but we do not know why. Regardless, it is night and this is as good a place as any to rest. We take shelter in the shop and Shtor rigs a bell on the doorjam to alert us of anyone entering. Pete and I agree to take most of the watch since our rings of sustenance will supplement a night’s rest.

I hope there are no creepy creatures lurking in the shadows of this fort.

4th of Abadius, 4713

A year and some odd months have passed since the owlbear attack on our city. What a tumultuous time for our kingdom. As if the owlbear destroying our citizens’ homes was not enough, it turned out Darkie and Iolana assassinated Elga Verniex and made off with a large reserve of our kingdom’s gold. After we had dealt with the trolls further south, we tracked the owlbear back to its lair and put it out of its misery.

Much has changed since then. Spirit Elk left to hunt Darkie and Iolana and I have not heard from him since. New people have joined our kingdom and it has flourished quite well. When I set out from my home of Northern Issia, I never suspected that I would be leaving to become a baroness of a nation.

It is now mid-winter and the beginning of a new year. During our meeting, Oleg reports that we have not heard from our eastern neighbor and ally Varnhold for the past two weeks. A few days after this, we receive a summons from the Swordlords of Restov asking us to investigate the disappearance on their behalf. We learned of Varnhold last year when a visiting dignitary came to open up trade between our cities. They are similar to us in many ways, even having been chartered by Restov like us to make a new nation. There are rumors that the Nomen Centaurs may be involved in their sudden disappearance.

As we made ready to leave, we were approached by a gnome mercenary named Shtor. He is worried about his family in Varnhold and seems more than capable of helping us in our journey. We agree to leave Gideon and Karigen behind to calm the populace in our absence.

We spent the day traveling north along the Korra Road. We will rest in Svetlegton and then make our way east along the South Rostland road on our way to Varnhold. I hope our allies are not in too much danger.

10th of Lamashan, 4711

We returned the child to his mother. She was most grateful. Katara spoke with the family for a while, but I kept the horse and our dead away. I am happy to reunite one family even if my own family is fading before my eyes.

9th of Lamashan, 4711

The woods stood silent as I passed with through with ones that once brought so much happiness to the world. Tiressia received the dead with a solemn and heavy heart. These creatures that walk bound to the earth hold traditions as unique and varied as the trees of trees of the forests, the waves of the sea, the changing of the winds.

For Tyg-Titter-Tut, the dryad wrapped the grig’s small body in a leaf, swaddling her like a babe in a blanket. Tyg was always fond of songs. Tiressia sang in a language unknown to me as she laid Tyg’s body amidst the roots of a tree.

For Pervilash, Tiressia placed the faerie dragon on a bed of rocks. She then sprinkled a strange sparkling substance over Pervilash’s body. The sparkling sand danced and broke in the air to the sound of cracks of thunder. When the lights were gone and the noise faded, Pervilash’s body was gone as well. I cannot help but smile, even if sadly and for a moment. Just as he was in life, Pervilash was abrupt and boisterous in death.

“May your spirits return to the peace of the First World and ever live in the elder trees," Tiressia said as she finished the rituals.

Tears filled my eyes. They should not have died for me to live. I bid Katara to leave, but she protested. She wanted to stay with Tiressia through the night. Her kind heart would not allow her to leave Tiressia at such a time.

“Tiressia knew Tyg and Pervilash long before we called them friends,” Katara whispered as to not let Tiressia overhear our conversation.

My body is healing with each passing day, but I fear my soul shall be wounded for a long time to come.

8th of Lamashan, 4711

Katara begged me not to go. The child refused to go. I do not hold fault with them. What I had asked was much of anyone. We needed… No, not we, I needed to go back to the lizardfolk’s camp. I had to know what became of Tyg-titter-tut… of Pervilash… of Wade and Nix. Katara and the child agreed to meet me at Tiressia’s grove and if I had not returned by the dawn of the third day, travel to Dhunmoor with the child.

“See the boy safely home.” I said in parting.

I dared not speak of my feelings for Katara. I had denied them in front of the child. Now, they would only make parting much harder than it already was. I could not walk in good heart knowing that harm came to her. I nearly got her killed trying to save the child. I will have to live with that. It will not happen again.

As I approached the island fort, the sky began to weep. Cold rushed over me. I feared to enter… feared what I would find… feared what I knew to be in there. The death of an entire tribe lay before me. We had done to these creatures the very thing that was done to my family, to my tribe. My heart thrummed as the wings of a caged bird. A cold breeze washed over me as I passed through the gate. Bodies littered the dirt as rain began to wash over them. There’s blood… blood on my hands for this. Nix had been pierced by the same weapon as the wounds my chest still bore. The wounds ached as I looked upon his body. I removed what I could leaving him the decency of his clothe, tattered though they may be. The horse could not handle the extra weight. Wade still smelt charred from the creature’s shock. His eyes had greyed, his hair hinted with white, his face contorted with horror. I barred him the same privilege as Nix. Amid the bodies, Tyg-titter-tut and Pervilash lay static in the mud. Why did they give themselves for me? For Katara? The child? The rabble-rouser’s words came to me.

“Warpath? A man on the path of war and death followed him.” he spoke. “Death of foe and friend… of family… of loved ones… of those he held dear. So much blood, and all this blood shall be on his hands.”

He spoke truth. I must hold accountable for all that has happened, of all that I have lost because of my actions. My steps marked the earth as the weight of all this death, all this blood, is on my hands.

7th of Lamashan, 4711

We have been scouring the Murque River for days. At the point where the river spoke with the lake, we heard shrill cries on the wind. We hobbled our horses and made for the trees’ edge. Someone or something had secured itself behind large, pointed timbers. Are boggards capable of such construction? Could they torture children? Children!? The boggard we met in the Narlmarches did not seem capable of such.

“Tig must be in there,” Katara said, through coughs. She is still not well.

I spoke softly as to not let my voice carry over the waters. “We must be swift to action. The child needs us!”

“Agreed, but we must not forsake our intellect in such a matter,” Nix cautioned. “We must not let emotions conflict logic and precision.”

We swam the waters length to a walled shore. The vertical timbers were not so tight that the smallest of us could not squeeze through, but I was not going to fit.

“If we climb here, they will never see us coming.” Wade suggested much to Katara’s agreement.

“Then I shall find the gate and further draw their gaze away from you.” I decided.

The gate was sturdy. Two lizardfolk stood watch at the gate. I demanded entry. The savages scoffed and hissed at me in their strange tongue.

With all my might, I kicked. The gate did not budge. The lizardfolk did not take kindly to that. They produced spears and began stabbing at me through the slits in the wall. The creatures and I repeated our dance of spear and kick several more times with neither achieving our goal. I let fly a hatchet, catching one of the lizardfolk in the exposed chest. Both the savages slunk away from the wall as I jumped up, grasping the narrow part of the pointed timber and pulling myself to the platform where they stood.

Dirt and sand flitted as I landed on the inside of the gate. A large beam barred the door shut. No wonder I was unable to break it down! I heaved the beam aside and opened the gate. The lizardfolk watchguards had disappeared into one of the number of huts. One scurried out of one hut into another.

They are waking the village.

Four of the lizard people came out of the first hut and began to surround me as Nix entered the open gate. I began the slaughter by slashing deep into the first creature to reach me. More creatures began pouring out of the second hut as the guard I buried a tomahawk into ran into the large, central hut. Nix through one of his mixtures into the group, killing one and setting another on fire. I rushed the second group of creatures again cutting one down.

Water swirled into a sphere capturing two lizard people. It was refreshing to be reminded that she was here, fighting beside me. A pair of dog-sized horned lizards crawled out of a small hut. I left the lizardfolk who stood to deal with their pets. I believed I knew them. Animals. Prey. The lizards had a shocking surprise for me. What at first seemed to be simple animals possessed magical abilities. They died all the same.

Before I could turn my axes back on the lizardfolk, a large reptile came from the central hut, with black scales accented by red paint.

“Katara!” I yelled over the roar of the battle. “Blood caiman! Stay away!”

These lizardfolk could overpower us in a swarm, but a blood caiman could kill most any of us by itself. Seeking the safety of my family and forgetting my own, I lunged at the overgrown lizard. Its massive jaws gaped open in a hiss, before snapping shut with blinding speed. A breeze startled the hide door as a second set of teeth filled jaws clamped shut behind me. My blind fighting had left me trapped between two of the creatures.

The second blood caiman crawled out of the hut in such a way to avoid the arc of my blade. These beasts had been trained. As I struck one beast, the other dug its teeth deep into my arm. The beast tucked its leg and rolled. I stood my ground, though I might as well have lost my arm. Katara’s arrow struck the second creature and it thudded to the ground. Wracked with pain, I hacked into the first blood caiman and it dropped.

Wade appeared from behind a mound and released an arrow from his hiding place. Where had he been that entire time? I suppose it doesn’t matter now.

From the central tent emerged four lizardfolk, each bearing a large, round, hide shield in front of them. They were females judging by their lack of brightly colored ridge on their head. Behind them stood the tallest and strongest of the lizardfolk, no doubt their leader. Decorated in bone fetishes and purple paint. He held a mighty trident in his hand. The chieftan spoke in the Common tongue, “Who will fight me in single combat? Who will test their mettle against a real warrior?”

“Allow me a moment’s breath, and I will finish this battle once and for all.” But before the words had even left my lips, the chieftan was already leaping through the air, his trident held in from of him. The blow pierced my side and I was already weakened from my other injuries. My strength left me and I fell to the ground. The chieftan and his shield bearer harem stepped over me and slowly made their way towards my family.

The edges of my vision began to blur, but I could see Katara and Nix standing near the gate. Katara drawing water from the river to drive the harem back and Nix downing two of the shield harem with a bomb.

I looked to Wade for help, but he had been found by another lizardfolk and one of those shocker lizard pets. He was fighting for his own life now.

I turned back to Katara and tried to pull myself to Katara to save her, but I had no strength left and my fingers only clawed at the mud. The chieftan was on them now, his harem slain. Katara captured the chieftan in her sphere of water and I smiled. I thought the battle won, but then the chieftan broke through the sphere and leapt at Katara with his trident raised to strike. I made to scream out her name, but the cloud of death covered my eyes.

The next moment I remember is Katara standing over me. Don’t be afraid to cry, I wanted to say. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts. Bu my lips did not move. There is no death, only a change of worlds.

I could feel her tears falling on my chest, hear her weeping, taste both salt and blood. She was working her water magic on the wound in my side and I could feel my strength slowly returning. I managed to blink, though my eyes burned with the dust of battle. Slowly, Katara helped me sit up. The lizardfolk dead laid all around me and Wade was already looting the bodies. I felt arms around me. Katara was hugging me.

“I’m glad you’re not dead.” Katara said quietly.

“Me too… Urgh!” I winced as Katara squeezed. I glanced around the village, but I saw not our gentleman bomber. “Where is Nix?”

Katara’s eyes were downcast. “He is dead. When the chieftan jumped to attack me… Nix pushed me out of the way and the trident pierced his chest through…” She looked away as tears filled her eyes. “Just another friend that I have lost.”

“I will never leave you, Katara.”

Katara nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Come. Wade could use some supervision. I already had to convince him not to loot Nix’s belongings, and we have to find Tig. Now is not the time for crying.”

“The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears.” I said quietly. She did not hear.

“No XP? What a rip-off!” Wade said cursing the heavens.

We searched the creatures, and most the huts. The central hut contained a hidden tunnel leading to three nests. The nests and smell of sweet herbs convinces me this was where the chieftan’s harem slept. A single egg survived the conflict outside. I suggest destroying the egg since it will not survive without the warmth of its mother, but Katara takes the egg for herself. Always so caring. Even for the like of her enemies.

We gather the treasures the village had to offer and divided them amongst ourselves. Whimpering came from the rear of the camp, near an unexplored hut.

“Nature Guy! Water Girl!” Wade said boldly. “I think I found someone!”

Katara and I rushed to him. Wade stood before a hut. Inside a small boy stood chained to a wooden pillar.

“Help me,” the boy cried. “Before it comes back.”

“Before what comes back?” Katara asked as I pulled the chains free from the pillar.

“It floats around and it scares me,” the boy said. “It likes to make me scream.” He began to cry. “I want to go home to my mommy!”

“We’ll get you home, Tig,” Katara said. “You are safe now. It will all be like a bad dream now.”

“Watch out!” Wade cried.

Suddenly, we were not alone. A spirit was in the hut with us, appearing to be the skeletal face of a lizardfolk. The boys screamed and I picked him up and rushed from the hut. I heard Wade scream and felt my hair stand on end. I carried the child to the gate. “Wait here until I return.” I instructed the boy.

I turned to see the spirit standing over wade, dozens of fingers of crackling electricity arcing between its hideous face and Wade. Though his face was twisted in pain, Wade made no noise. I drank the liquid remedy I found on the chieftain and hurried to Katara’s aid. The spirit had turned on her now, she seemed like a puppet involved in a cruel dance suspended on strings of electricity and the evil spirit was the puppeteer.

I hurled my last tomahawk as she fell. The spirit crackled as the axe seem to fly right through it. I grasped Katara as a jolt of electricity surged through my body from the spirit. I fought through the pain and carried Katara’s limp body to the gate and the boy. But the spirit was not far behind. I reached out to grab the child to run, but he shrunk away from me as the spirit shocked me yet again.

My legs buckled beneath me and the devilish face of the spirit hovered close to mine. My hair stood on end and it prepared to send me on to the next world. I was ready. I would see White Swan again.

Suddenly, a cry above the noise. “Run Mr. Biggense!” Pervilash yelled. “We’ll hold it off so you can get away.”

“Tally-ho!” Tyg-Titter-Tut called out from Pervilash’s back. “Take the little biggense and the Mrs. Biggense and find shelter and safety.”

I snagged up the boy and carried both across the water. I took one last glance at the island, and through the open gate I could see the Pervilash fall as the spirit forced him to the ground with his many deadly fingers. They had sacrificed themselves for us. I can only imagine that they are dead just as Nix and Wade are, but I could not return to make certain, especially not with Katara and Tig in such weakened states.

Securing Katara to her horse, I tied our horses together as to not lose each other. I saddled myself and the boy and rode until the night halted our progress.

I taught the boy how to start a fire as I pulled from my kit the tools I needed to mend Katara’s wounds.

“You like her, don’t you, mister?” the boy asked. “You look at her the same way Pappa looks at Momma.”

“Child, we… Katara and I, are family. Brother and sister. Connected by the spirits. Yes, I like her, but it would prove unwise to cause attraction elsewhere.”

Katara moaned in pain, but I breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was still alive. I helped her rise to drink: water first to quench the thirst and a tonic second to speed the recovery.

“Rest, Katara, I will look over you tonight as you have done for me so many times before,” as I gently laid her back down. “Rest for it will be a long journey ”/wikis/dhunmoor" class=“wiki-page-link”> home."

5th of Lamashan, 4711

Our search for the missing child continues. Katara is devoted to finding the child. She is still weak from whatever spell the baobhan sith spun on her. Though she hides it from the others, I have been with her too long not to notice how she moves now. I offer to help heal her, but she refuses my help for her water magic. She is so devoted to helping others… Just like my little Swan…

3rd of Lamashan, 4711

Our exploration led us to a ruined outpost. Katara identified the architecture as elven. I dismounted to enter main gate. A twig snapped underfoot, a chain broke free, and the massive gate pinned me to the ground. It took all of our strength to lift the thing.

My head was spinning. I have never been hit so hard. I thought I heard giggling from around the center structure. I stumbled towards it… nothing! The leaves rustled.

“What just hit me!?!” Wade yelled out.

I continued around and still nothing. Leaves rustled again. Something was moving. Something so quick it could not be seen.

“It just got me!” Katara yelped.

I continued further still. Katara came into my view. Leaves rustled again. This time, I managed to track the disturbed vegetation. It stopped near one of the four outer towers. Moving towards where the trail ended, I threw a tomahawk in hopes of hitting the invisible creature. The blade shattered into hundreds of pieces on the stone of the tower. I tracked the movement through the flora as Wade found himself injured again.

“Everyone protect ME!” Wade shouted.

I moved between Wade and the tower, drawing another tomahawk. Undergrowth pushed aside as the creature moved towards me. A sharp pang entered my side. It struck right where the gate had pierced me, but I maintained an eye on the movement.

“Into the tower,” I started. “It ran into there.”

Katara unleashed her a river of water into the door. The inner quarter must not have been very large as water filled the room. The creature resembled a short, slender elf as it floated in the water. I struck out while it was visible. The axe I had picked up hewn through the creature with ease. Blood mix with water as the drowning fey died. Clear of the immediate threat, we each took a tower to explore. One of the outer towers had collapsed and was unable to enter. I tended my wounds and moved into the central tower. Stairs wrapped up near the outer wall. I stepped through the chamber and ascended the stairs. A young elven female with golden hair wept in the center of the upper room.

“All is well. I’ll let nothing hurt you.” I tried to console the child.

Through whimpers, the woman turned revealing her sleek and curved form, skin of pearl, and emerald eyes. A thin smile split her face as she rose. “You are kind.” she whispered as she stood, swaying back and forth. “But who is going to protect you?”

“Such beauty…” I uttered as I became entranced by her movement.

Unknown time passed as I gazed upon the woman. Then a second form danced into the edge of my vision. My focus became split between the two beauties.

It proved to be Katara. Was she was dancing for my attention, just as the other woman? She is truly a lovely woman. She must know that I love her. If only I had words to tell her.

Wade entered my vision, jumping and waving his hands. “Stop staring at the fan-girls!” Wade’s voice poked through the silence.

My head began to clear as something pierced my side. I turned to find a creature with grey skin, green hair, and a mouth filled with rotting teeth as it pulled a bloody claw from my side. A grimstalker! The foulest of fey! I swung my axe killing the foul creature.

“I need help!” Wade yelled. “And a pony!”

The woman from earlier proved to be no woman at all, but a baobhan sith, another villainous fey. The creature had turned her wrath to Katara for breaking its grasp over me. It had pinned Katara to the floor and its teeth were in her neck. I could not allow such harm come to the focus of my affection. The creature felt my full rage as I cut it down.

The baobhan sith shouted a curse with its final breath, but the words seemed to hold no power. Perhaps the magic was tied to her life and laid incomplete as she died?

We found Nix digging in the rubble of one of the destroyed towers. I felt great anger at the one-eyed man for not helping us in our time of need. Maybe the eye he lost is the eye with which he could see the needs of others? My thoughts flash back to the Dark One and how he had had little care for our family as well. But surely Nix is not the same as him? I hold my tongue and allow Nix to continue his work.

Wounded and weary, we established camp behind the elven gate. I checked on Katara, but she assured me that she was fine and she could heal her own wounds. Even still, I will wait for her to fall asleep before I allow myself to rest.

27th of Rova, 4711

While we searched for the lost boy, we encountered our old friends: Pervilash and Tyg-Titter-Tut. Katara questioned them about the boy and the fey admitted to have seeing the boy playing near the Murque River.

We spent the night with our friends, eating, singing, and enjoying the company of our odd companions. Though they be capricious and fey in nature, I have grown very fond of these two since our first meeting many moons ago. We are blessed to have such allies in the forest.


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