IC Story Thread: The Call of Apollo

Passing through the city agora, asking around about the boar and for anyone who knows anything about it, Pagoni learns that a number of "crazy people" have been showing up every evening, at the agora, for several days now, proclaiming knowledge that the boar is here as a harbinger of the return of the titans, and of the end of the reign of the Olympians.

You all find that you really can't miss the tracks, the craters pressed into the soil by the hooves of the beast look to be about the size of your torso. It's clear where it has been, wherever you go, and as you proceed further and further west, it's clear it has been all over. Not only by the great furrows caused by it's charging hooves, but by trees bowled over and uprooted, and great muddy wallows made in otherwise pastoral fens. It's movements don't exhibit any pattern, it seems to just move about erratically.

But also, as you feel you must be nearing the garrison as the concentration of it's tracks grows thicker and thicker, you begin to notice some odd... symbols... placed about the landscape. A six-point star set within a six-point star, forming basically a 12 point star. Some fashioned from sticks, hanging from bushes or outcroppings. Some scrawled upon stone or other earthen faces. Some seemingly dug into the ground with a stick or rock.


Ultimately, it takes you longer to find the ruin than you might have hoped, and you're thoroughly worn out by the time that you reach a ridge overlooking the area. It is nearly dark.

The journey is about as exciting as Pagoni expected it to be. 'At least there's no boar yet' he thinks to himself before remarking to the rest of the group, "I wonder if those markings attract the beast, or perhaps deter it? Either way, we should know how to draw that symbol ourselves, just in case."

As the sun rises the following day, you three sit at the top of a hill over-looking the cascading steppes of the foothills of the Triandafillia mountain range. The landscape itself is characterized by the treeless expanses of rocky and grassy plateaus, giving way to modest rocky cliffs...


You can see the trampled and toppled remains of the garrison structures below, and it consists of the pillared floors, and partially collapsed walls and arches, of the ruined buildings.

Pagoni makes out a disturbance... the rising of great clouds of dust... Far to the southwest, in the midst of three hills and the ruins of the two, large circular towers.