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Sealed City of Roastone


Rumors of the closed city are whispered on the mouths of the other races, however no one will ever find a dwarf that will say one word about it.

The visiting delegation approached the grand entrance to the dwarven city of Roastone to continue the trade talks that started last season. The grand door that rose 30 feet in the air was closed tightly. The guards that would normally be expected at the entrance to greet, or repel, visitors were nowhere to be seen. A quick review of the area revealed a distinct lack of activity. From what the guides could tell, very little has occurred outside the mountain fortress in a long while.

As they continued to look, they found in hasty, yet recognizable Dwarven lettering the word "Troackoar" carved into the granite near the door. Looking on the other side a similar carving was found saying "Troack."

Normal customs of requesting entrance were tried daily in return for a stark, uncomfortable silence. The delegation had no means to enter so, after a week of patience and attempts to contact anybody inside Roastone, they left to report back to their king.

Another delegation was sent not too long after and had the same experience. Stories started to pass and tales told about the missing dwarves of Roastone. Tales varied from the dwarves isolating themselves from the world and are preparing for a major surprise attack against the land to stories that they were destroyed by any number of different things. 

Eventually, dwarves from the the north sent a party to investigate the rumors. Through their knowledge of their kindred in Roastone, they were able to open the doors of the city. Those that heard the story of their entrance were told that the dwarves spent no more than an hour inside before they exited. They spent the next month moving in and out of the entrance in short bursts. At then end of the time they closed the doors and triggered something that sounded like the greatest thunder and shook the ground like an earthquake. Additionally  the words "Troachoar" have been removed from the walls of the city of Roastone. The dwarves left and haven't returned.

No dwarf that went in have ever spoken to others that were willing to pass the story. The dwarves are keeping a great secret and refuse to share even the most vague of rumors. Questions will be answered, or ignored, by stoic silence.

Plot Ideas

This is, obviously, taken from the Mystery of the Roanoke Colony and the word, Croatoan, that was found there. I wrote it not so much for the above mystery, but for the plot ideas that could come from it.

Death Released

The dwarves unleashed something from the depths. A chamber was breached and an entity was awakened. It is a creeping force of nature that nobody can escape and no known way to fight it. It is a force of random nature that holds no hatred or ill will, it just does what it's nature dictates when awakened. The most ancient and learned of the dwarves have knowledge of this entity. It seems that they have run across it a few times in their distant past.

It is a creature of chaos so there is no real trigger that sets it off except being the unfortunate ones that find it, however it normally isn't found in a common area. Generally in the most abandoned area, farthest reaches from human contact is where it might be found, if unlucky. It tends to hide in mountains though as it is the most comforting to it. It has no real needs, it just exists...and there might be more than one.

Once disturbed, it works by inhabiting the container itself, whether it be mountain, castle, forest, etc. It takes a defined space, invades it and doesn't allow any living being to escape it. Once that is accomplished, it fades without trace.

It ends up absorbing the person and all belongings into its force. Those that look from the outside would see the person disappear into the stone, into a tree, into a stone wall...whatever the container that the creature inhabited. The material it takes over doesn't seem to matter.

The sound that the disappearance makes is where the word Troachoar comes from. It is a windy, vague sound that isn't so much a word as it is a noise. If you extend the pronunciation of Troachoar in a windy raspy voice, that is a close approximation and one that these dwarves heard multiple times a day...the sound that takes their sanity.

Any attempt to write down an account of what is happening is subconsciously blocked as if their mind is blanked of what it intended to do. If they sit down to document it, the person will fall into a trance. Those few that are able to put word to paper are only able to write "Troachoar" and then fade again into a trance that few come out of. Those that watch the attempt of documentation are quickly convinced of the danger.

Over time, those that have access to a large amount of obtuse documents may have found multiple incidents of the word "Troachoar" found in association with mass disappearances. From ships found abandoned floating the sea with the last word in the log book being "Troachoar" to forests or outposts suddenly without any life except a random carving of "Troachoar" in the bark of a tree. Troachoar is not unheard of but it is very rare. Especially rare to even find evidence of the events. 

If investigated, there will be no bodies anywhere. Whatever they left behind will remain intact and untouched. The entity will not leave until every living animal is absorbed. The place is perfectly safe to explore if they dare. 

The dwarves will seal the city because it has happened to them before. They don't know what it is but they fear angering it again. They do not speak of it for fear of calling it back and they don't bother any location it has destroyed. They feel it is cursed and can only bring evil upon any that disrupt the sanctity that it has created.

Thoughts on the creature:

Not sure if I have any really. I have it being completely random. It will generally exist in a calm state in a never, or rarely, traveled area. Amidst the farthest unexplored oceans, deepest caverns or thickest woods. It has no interest in fauna and just exists in an unaging state. Once disturbed it is like breaking a bubble, the entity expands and inhabits whatever container-like area is it released in and fills it. Then it starts working inward absorbing everything in its path. It might be that it requires the life force to reshape its "bubble" to once again remain in stasis and peace, which is its natural state. Once it regains its solidity it pops out of that area and appears somewhere else to just be and exist. 

Death Uncovered

They mined into something that would resemble extreme radiation sickness nowadays minus the vomiting (the fortitude of the dwarves can resist this...didn't want the puke everywhere is my main purpose). The dwarves started losing their beards and then the rest of their hair. The elderly died quickly as the young started to get weak. This all happened fairly quickly, maybe a couple weeks.

So they closed off their kingdom to protect their pride, and hopefully, the world from what they discovered. For them, Troackoar is an ancient legend that is rarely spoke of by the dwarves that describes this exact ailment. It is kept secret for dwarvern pride and few know of it. It is even kept secret from most dwarves. Those sages could search the documented knowledge of the past and couple, perhaps, find some small clues to other dwarven kingdoms that have simply disappeared

The great treasures of the city do remain for those foolish enough to enter. Perhaps some magic could protect those that could even find a way in...perhaps not. There might even be a race that is immune to whatever the dwarves dug up. No dwarves have ever attempted or requested assistance to find out.

The dwarf that knew of the ailment (or was told by an elder and was blindly obeying the order to carve the message) fell weak by the time he started the carving of second word. He either died outside and was brought in by others or quit before the weakness fully took him and he couldn't close the door. 

If investigated, there would be bones everywhere with all items and valuable in the normal places. Perhaps many would gather in the great hall in full battle rattle to be amongst friends in a final show of strength and give a final worship to their dwarven god.

Secondary thought with this: Could even make a certain family of dwarf affected differently from the poisoned source that was uncovered. They could be given greater strength, madness and ability to heal very quickly. This combined with the illness to the normal dwarfs would enable a small amount of demonized dwarves to kill indiscrimately.

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Voted axlerowes
November 4, 2012, 15:41
I like the format and the setup a lot. I think you setup is strong: giving the short anecdote about the city, which is interesting, and draws us in. You then discuss the your personal inspiration behind it which places things it in a larger context. Finally you give us a couple of possible explanations of the event and possible game scenarios. The whole setup involves the reader more than many and is well designed for gaming implementation. 
 As for the geek content, I have always been a big fan of demons that don't want anything, they just want to be. The demons are like a force of nature. I like the first plot a little better and it is more easily expanded to other setting (don't feel bad second plot, nothing wrong with you, there has to be a 1st).

On a dwarven note, as much as I like this, it lacks the dwarf. Plot one and two could be done without dwarves. The descriptions of the city are so light that they fail to inspire us to put off shaving and pick up an ax.
Voted Murometz
November 8, 2012, 13:04
I like the set-up! Its old-school yet makes me want to go adventuring asap to help the dwarves! The Roanoke twist only adds to the sense of sinister mystery. The "creature" is also fascinating. I don't know why, but immediately after reading this, I thought of combining The Devourer of Here, Moon's Sound Elemental, P-p-p-p-p-pktt and the Forge of Woe to try to explain this alien "entity" to PCs
Voted Dozus
November 8, 2012, 13:24
Lost dwarven colony? I love it. I'm sure there are plenty of other possible explanations too - I'll have to go to my own mines to find one.
November 8, 2012, 21:26
I like the plot and all but I am shocked and according to my thesaurus I am also be stupefied, startled, astonished, bewildered and suffering from discomfiture that my illustrious guild leader Muro has not pointed out the lack of dwarven detail in this here sub.

By the beards of latent anti-slavic sentiment, the above plot could be played with any ethnic group or race profile and I say if we are to have the pretense of guilds as a sub-game to the citadel than let us give that pretense the obnoxious voice of self-importance and rigid genre requirements.
November 8, 2012, 23:19
It may lack dwarven detail as you say, but the premise oozes dwarvism.

The fact that it can be played with any ethnic group, only adds to its usefulness.

November 8, 2012, 23:43
You're stretching sir, oozes dwarvism says thee, tis a premise based on a lost british colony. Are dwarves a metaphor for the hubris of colonialism? Perhaps the suggestion of a community traveling deeper and deeper into the earth in search of riches and thus isolating themselves from the outer world or disturbing a demon in the deep brings us full circle to tolken. But have a missed another pore through which dwarvism is flowing?

 "The fact that it can be played with any ethnic group, only adds to its usefulness" Ah you are sneaky one Muro, This statement is a moot rhetorical distraction, I asked not if it was useful, (or good or entertaining or interestin, for it is all these) I asked if it is dwarven.

 But if the guild lord commands me to accept this as dwarven than I shall, I will be a Starbuck to your Ahab in this matter. You still say its dwarven?

November 9, 2012, 0:23
I said dwarf a bunch of times, lots...and they live in a cave with a big door. What more could you possibly need?! What, do you think Hobbits could be substituted? Blasphemy.

Also, according to the Babel Fish in my ear, reading Troachoar means "This is Dwarven so don't knock it that it can be used for other things too even if seems like it can it really can't and is really for Dwarves and concentrated on Dwarves, Dwarves, Dwarves and it says Dwarves a lot."

The actual translation says Dwarves a lot more but I paraphrased.

November 9, 2012, 10:23
The premise isn't Roanoke. The premise, as i see it, is a closed dwarven city, beset by mystery, which begs exploration. Almost a LotR vibe. Can picture the PCs approaching a door in the mountain...speak friend and enter. He did also say "dwarves" a lot.
Voted CrimsonShadow
April 22, 2013, 14:31
This fit perfectly with an adventure I was working on. I anticipated a demon or something hiding in the city, but a creature without an agenda other than to exist is brilliant.
Voted valadaar
May 7, 2013, 9:43
The setup is really written, the dwarves coming and going and then sealing the place with explosives or the like is a great touch.

We all know that dwarves seem to have a habit of delving too deep for their own good.



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