Madness on the Moonsea

Session 1: the Chicken Returns

in which the party rises from the long sleep of sanity.

Having spent six months in a Mulmasterian prison and 18 months thereafter as the respectable proprietors of the Celestial Fried Chicken eatery and the Eternal Slumber B&B, our heroes once again heed the call to adventure. This particular call was bellowed from the great feast hall of Tempus, the Lord of Battle; specifically, the warrior-priests of Tempus called a Great Hunt, a semi-annual event where all comers are invited to go forth and slay the mightiest beast they dare to challenge, bring it’s head to the faithful of Tempus, and regail their fellows with tall tales of how they did their daring deed. Whoever slew the mightiest foe and told the finest tale of the adventure would then come into no small ammount of treasure and high renown, as well as having a grand feast held in their honour.

The Party, of course, had other ideas…

At length, the party hatched a plot to install themselves as caterers to the festivities surrounding the Great Hunt and poison the competition. And the Priesthood of Tempus. And everyone else present at the feast… The party made their case to the Shield Bearer , high priest of Tempus in the city of Mulmaster, and he agreed to accept any contributions to the festivities they could provide. Then the party went abroad in search of the most powerful poisons they could find.

In short order, this search braught them to the much fabled and dreaded city of Zhentil Keep, home to some of the blackest hearts in all the Realms. Here, among the squalor and depravity of the cities docks district, the party found a poison-master most foul, and a wealth of lusty goblin-folk. In payment for his evil wares, the poison-master demanded the head of his rival; a beast of a man said indeed to be a werewolf. Here in the docks, the party also found access to several barrels of Export Strength ‘Dragon Barf’, an ale world renown for it’s ability to rot guts.

Getting the ale shipped to Mulmaster was a simple affair, but of course, the acauisition of the werewolf skull ended in a huge explosion.

So endeth the session.



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