I can explain! Really! (Note: This is for my Demon Hunting Campaign set in 1640's Ireland, so here be campaign specific dragons.)
A final update on what happened to Kingmakers.
Extremely terse summary- I've had my hands full as of late, and I apologize for the lack of explanation.
Combat heavy sessions make for short summaries
Sadly, the first night my Antagonistic Player is around to play, inter-player drama throws things off causing a slog of a session where almost nothing got accomplished.
Woo boy. Where to even begin?
Multi-session summary a-go-go.
A perfect example of my players thinking of something being better than my current plan happened tonight.
The Group Arrives in Cranson. Intrigue follows.
Session 10 won't get a summary due to lack of action. NOW WITH BONUS SESSION 12 ACTION!
Stuff happened. Now I have plotting to do.
My players continue to do things instead of infiltrating the party...
Things get seedy
With Morano kidnapped, how will the players go about protecting Reginald?
The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the “Paper Knife” finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured.
After a furious struggle, the “Paper Knife” plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness.
The truth is lost to time.
But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a’flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.