You actually made it out alive, ha, no one in your party died and you made out with some loot. You return to town victorious, ready to celebrate in the local tavern with any barmaid you can.
As you walk through the streets, the city seems quieter, more solemn and stark. Old ladies close and bar their windows as you pass. Where are the flowers, ribbons, and fireworks, you wonderer as a child cracks the door to his home only to have it shut forcibly by his mother. What has befallen this town in the last 3 days while you were gone, weren't they just in the middle of a festival when you left. None of the decorations are up... Go to Comment
The forest ends past the next few trees, beyond there is a wide open field of tall grass which waves in the breeze. Jutting out of the grass is a ten foot obelisk, weathered with age, the writing on the top, above the grass, is hard to decipher from this distance.
It is a marker of
A. Something that happened here
B. Someone buried here
C. Distance to a town that no longer exists
D. A warning
E. A prophecy Go to Comment
Stopping by the riverbank to fill your waterskins, you see the skeleton of a wooden boat is slowly rotting between the willows and the reeds. The wood looks burnt and unsalvagable but under the water you see something shiny. Reaching into the cold water, you feel around until you hit something solid and pull up a locket.
"Save that for later" Go to Comment
I don't want to see Thom as a Jax, he seems too intelligent and has a kind of soul i would hazard to guess, I like him as a real identity not a created automaton like the marionettes and constructed golems
but hey it is your creation, just disappointed with the choice, he loses a lot of what interested me in the first place Go to Comment
These white leaved cigars were blessed by the Orthodox priest of the church to root out evil in the circles of men, each creating white smoke when lit and the user in the company of good people, but the smoke would turn purple in the presence of those of an evil nature when near, a simple detect evil spell is used as if the cigar were tobacco wrapped in a scroll.
Only high brothers have been allowed to smoke on the grounds, but those who have done holy work for the church have also been graced with boxes as gifts Go to Comment
These tightly wrapped, misshapen cigars are tanned by the sun of the desert, blessed by the sun god, then buried under the sand for at least a generation, aging below in a small stone box. When taken out and actually smoked, these cigars give off a rather acrid smell, referred to as tomb stench by those around the smoker; these are usually not smoked in the company of others. But when lit, the embers glow black, the smoke produced is gray and faces can be seen in it. The true power comes from the necrotic leaves which were used in the burial ceremonies of the royals of great Egyptian empires, mixed with the tobacco and wrapped in papyrus. Each box is attributed to a certain king or important person, and if smoked they produce the visage of that person in a large enough puff. The vision stays for a while and can be interacted with but produces no sound.
Certain boxes have become sought after by thieves and explorers to help find the lost tombs of those summoned by the smoke while other boxes have been lost to antiquity. Go to Comment
A red band wraps around the tip of these mass produced cigars with the name of the company and the word Infernado, when spoken, "Infernado", the band dries the leaves and sets the tip aflame.
These are very popular with adventurers and others who need a quick light in an emergency, the company has even put some quotes from satisfied customers on the box "My party would have never made it out of Moria if not for my trusty Firebrands" G. Gray "Those orcs would have taken the bridge if not for my Firebrands" S. Harken Go to Comment
As they travel they notice a horrible rotten smell. As they travel it gets stronger and stronger forcing them to cover their noses and mouth less they choke on the horrible smell. Stream full of dead fish. Spawning trout die in mass quantities after they spawn littering areas with dead fish dying and deteriorating in the sun.