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Mask Campaign Chapter 8a: Off to the Mountains
The players leave the town of Harken after an
odd visit. They set out east toward the Goblin's
Hold Mountains. This might be a good time to have the players
stop by and see old friends in familiar places as the town of King's
reach.
Since this is a long trip several side adventures
might be appropriate it. Eventually the players will reach Jewel
a frontier town near the edge of the mountain range.
Here they will want to resupply and find any
information on the mountains that they can. The players will see
what little there is of the small town as they enter it. They will
shortly find themselves at the Inn/Tavern The Jeweled Goblet. They
will be given a typical small town welcome (shunned and ignored
by most) and will notice that besides the typical frontier trapper
that a few (5) goblins MM 107 3E are among the patrons.
In speaking with the locals they will hear rumors
of goblin tribes on the war path and raiding bands of giants. Players
receive several warnings that the rainy season is in mid-swing,
they can expect heavy storms that can cause mudslides and strong
winds. Sure enough as evening arrives a heavy rain begins. The stable
boy will come running into the tavern about 8 PM to say that the
players horses have become spooked by the rain and 1 has run off.
The innkeeper, Oscar, will have the stable boy and his brother,
the dishwasher, assist the player in getting his horse back. The
animal will be found a few hundred yards away from the tavern.
Those who go out after the horse will be soaked
to the skin within 5 minutes. The horse will be in good condition,
however on the way back some lightning will spook it again. Call
for a handle animal roll or the players will have to chase it down
again. As they eventually get the horse under control and head back
they will notice one of the goblins from the inn standing out in
the rain and watching them. Once he has been spotted and the characters
look his way he will grin widely at them and walk off. The goblin
is actually just drunk and out here relieving himself, but do not
let the PCs know that.
Back inside the innkeeper's wife, Sarah, will
fuss over the party to put the wet boots and such by the fire. Towels
will be brought, and warm ale served to take away the chill. No
more excitement occurs but the rain and wind picks up to a heavy
pace. A few of the locals throw blankets by the fire rather than
walk home in such foul weather. Eventually, the party heads off
to their rooms for sleep. The howling wind keeps a few awake but
the sound of rain outside instead of inside makes for comforting
thoughts and they soon drift off.
continue...
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