TOPIC: R5 - Symbaroum

Symbaroum - Session #3

GM - MellyMel

• Fenya, goblin treasure-hunter - Inept
• Kvarek, barbarian mercenary - TheRanger
• Niha, Changeling Rogue - BjornBeckett

Welcome to Yndaros
Fenya seeks a ritual
...for a task for a Mage of Ordo Magica
The oil hourglass from the sunken shrines
The lost treasure hunters and The Devil’s fingers?
Equipment for mules
Small barbarian armour

The beacon of Thistle Hold

Into the forest, Davokar
A campsite and a warning - shadows and deserters

The hidden lake
A boundary wall
Hidden shrines, overgrown
Urrns
Mosaics
A dirge is sung by hidden voice

Treasures found...

Kvarek:
A lover’s ring, gold with six saphires
A figurine

Fenya:
A golden glove

Niha:
A jewelled spider

Signs of corruption
Sulphurous breath, twisted talons and a runaway swine
Retreat!

Continuing this in R5...

GM - MellyMel

• Fenya, goblin treasure-hunter - Inept
• Kvarek, barbarian mercenary - TheRanger
• Niha, Changeling Rogue - BjornBeckett
• tba JCLoomer
• tba, Mr B

First session will mostly be character creation for new players and tweaks for existing ones.

Basic overview of system and game world: here

“So you are Fenya and you come bringing treasures… and also the darkness. I sense you have lost something valuable… your closest friend. But you have also brought something valuable as well. Show me!”

Fenya opened her pack and drew out the glittering golden gauntlet. The old goblin shaman looked at it and Fenya could tell she saw more than just a lump of stylised gold.

“Interesting, but this is not the only thing you brought back?”

Fenya’s reply sounded bolder than she felt. She moved closer to the Shaman, and gazed into her eyes, the woman seemed to pierce her soul and for long moments she felt the darkness squirming within as if prodded and poked in some mystic manner.

“You will recover young one. The darkness has no permanent hold on you. You need rest and one of my potions. However, I am intrigued by your find. I assume others in your group are likewise afflicted?”

Fenya nodded and described the finds made by the lacklustre barbarian and the excitable changeling. At the Shaman’s prompting, Fenya told her tale and described her companions. Finally, the old Shaman raised a hand.

“Interesting I will join your comrades and see for myself this city in the swamp. Meanwhile you will rest and you need to find a new friend do you not. Stay here, you will manage my shop whilst I fulfil your commitment to the group. Woe unto you if my profits are down when I return!”

Fenya managed a single nod. The old shaman always made her nervous, and no one in the small Blackmoor community would think of stealing from her. Fenya wondered what price she would pay for the shaman’s help. If only the idiot Mage Bartolom had taught her his magic this would never have happened! Still the old woman had materials and the means to help summon another Boar. The thought of Kverula's fate caused a moment of upset, and tears formed breifly Fenya cringed slightly knowing the cost of it as she watched the old woman depart and go in search of her comrades. Fenya would have to find Kverula and give the creature grace, the thought sickened her. On the plus side the shaman was someone elses' problem for now.

Rattajack the Sly shuffled out of Blackmoor huddled in her cloak. The Goblin Shaman looked frail but was more than capable of protecting herself, the Evil Eye disposed of most, and those unwise enough to ignore that warning suffered the by Lickspittle.
She made her way to the Thistlehold gate, and, despite the lateness of the hour the gaurds opened it and she entered. She would find the Barbarian Kvarek and the Changeling Niha, and perhaps summon some additional help [Loomer] and ( might come if asked, both owed her a favour, and she was convinced that going back to this city in the swamp would need more than just two idiots with swords…

Rattajack, Goblin Shaman (witch)
A 5 Cu 10 Dis 13 Per 11 Q 7 Res 15 Str 5 Vig 14
Pariah & Short lived (15 years – old for a goblin)
Survival instinct (adept)
Witchcraft
Curse
Lay on Hands
Ritualist Familiar (Lickspittle)
Sixth Sense (adept)

Equipment – sleeping roll, cooking equipment, rat tooth necklace on a blacksteel chain. Ratskin cloak
6 bone throwing spikes (1d4) + poison 1d4 (for 1d4 turns) S10 (weak) (1 dose) 2 thala
Wraith dust (1 dose) 2 thala
Staff
Light Armour (Witchgown - Flexible) 1d4

Lickspittle (Rat Familiar)
Race: Rat strange red eyes
Traits: Small (+5 def) armoured (+1d4)
A 11 Cu 7 Dis 15 Per 11 Q 13 Res 10 Str 5 Vig 10
Def 18, Tough 10 WT 5
Note: modified familiar stat block to reflect rat size and likely stats
Weapons Bite 1d4 + (1d4 disease)
Disease (reskinned poison)

Mel is all this ok? not sure what additional xp you were allowing added one adept and one skill if I have any additonal would add Lavae boil spell... !

nice. yes add the extra power as reward for the writeup.

two players down and i have twisted my back, so going to postpone the symbaroum restart until next week. apologies

Symbaroum - Session #4

GM - MellyMel

• Rattajack, goblin witch - Inept
• Kvarek, barbarian mercenary - TheRanger
• Alvis, Human eagloid Beatsmaster - BjornBeckett
• Ansel, Human theurg of Prios - MrB

Valuations of Finds
A Priest and an Eagle, walk into a bar...
Meetings in the Inn
The road into Davokar
Queens guard patrols
Campsite
Troll!
Rattajack compels...
Put your face in the fire!
A grave for the fallen
Onward
The wall, shadows and corruption
A eagle’s eye view...
A camp?
...of the dead
A dirge of lost love, but...
They are beyond rescue or redemption
Corruption bites, and Battle ensues!
Ansel falls...
Join us Brother!
Serve the Queen Below!
Rattajack dips her rat tail betwixt his lips
Ansel rises
Battle on!
Ansel falls...
Join us Brother!
Serve the Queen Below!
Ansel looks skyward, seeking Prios
...And sees the Eagle, circling
Rattajack dips her rat tail betwixt his lips...
Yet Ansel is lost,
But the battle is won
A key is taken
Run! For the Wall!