Sep 20, 2016 11:07 pm
The city of Eldolan is a small urban settlement built in a prime harbor on the shores of the Pocket Bay. Being only about 20 miles away from Horizon, home of the Archmage and one of the Seven Great Cities, Eldolan is known for its schools of magic and its arcane artisans. Eldolan's status quo of mild corruption and inter-school squabbles is occasionally broken up by magical mishap or arcane duel, but the city is generally quiet.
Which makes it that much stranger that you have been called there for "urgent matters connected to the continued security of the Empire."
You were each contacted separately to meet with an Imperial agent in Hawker's Square, a gnome by the name of Maudlin. As the afternoon wanes, the shadows of the three-story, gray stone buildings that form the perimeter of Hawker's Square are lengthening, and the calls of vendors and beggars alike are getting louder as market hours come to a close. Suddenly, a loud crash rises above the babel of voices. On the western side of the square a large wagon full of pumpkins has tipped backwards, filling the roadway with gourds. At first, people laugh. Then a scream cuts through the crowd.
As the crowd parts, you see someone is fighting with a Silver Shield watch officer near one of the squares two exits to the northeast, and a woman next to them is screaming and pointing. You understand her wails as the assailant lunges forward to bite the guard's throat and pulls back with blood-stained jaws. More yells emerge as you see a group of figures emerge from a stairwell in the center of the square and quickly overwhelm the last two Silver Shields in the area. The figures are humanoid...and were once living. Now you see that they are surely not, because each one has large open wounds where organs or eyes are missing.
Suddenly, you hear a crackling sound behind you and turn to see a surprised-looking gnome matching the description of your contact being surrounded in a magical whirlwind of shadows and purple vapors. As one, the group of zombies turns toward Maudlin and begins to advance, driving panicked townsfolk to the ground as the rest of the crowd tries to flee through the last remaining exit to the southwest. The rush is stopped by a roaring, hulking zombie wearing a pumpkin with a leering face carved into it. Only you stand in these monsters' way.
Roll initiative!
Which makes it that much stranger that you have been called there for "urgent matters connected to the continued security of the Empire."
You were each contacted separately to meet with an Imperial agent in Hawker's Square, a gnome by the name of Maudlin. As the afternoon wanes, the shadows of the three-story, gray stone buildings that form the perimeter of Hawker's Square are lengthening, and the calls of vendors and beggars alike are getting louder as market hours come to a close. Suddenly, a loud crash rises above the babel of voices. On the western side of the square a large wagon full of pumpkins has tipped backwards, filling the roadway with gourds. At first, people laugh. Then a scream cuts through the crowd.
As the crowd parts, you see someone is fighting with a Silver Shield watch officer near one of the squares two exits to the northeast, and a woman next to them is screaming and pointing. You understand her wails as the assailant lunges forward to bite the guard's throat and pulls back with blood-stained jaws. More yells emerge as you see a group of figures emerge from a stairwell in the center of the square and quickly overwhelm the last two Silver Shields in the area. The figures are humanoid...and were once living. Now you see that they are surely not, because each one has large open wounds where organs or eyes are missing.
Suddenly, you hear a crackling sound behind you and turn to see a surprised-looking gnome matching the description of your contact being surrounded in a magical whirlwind of shadows and purple vapors. As one, the group of zombies turns toward Maudlin and begins to advance, driving panicked townsfolk to the ground as the rest of the crowd tries to flee through the last remaining exit to the southwest. The rush is stopped by a roaring, hulking zombie wearing a pumpkin with a leering face carved into it. Only you stand in these monsters' way.
Roll initiative!
Rolls
Mob blocking northeast exit (5) - (1d20+0)
(13) = 13
Mob from stairwell (10) - (1d20+0)
(6) = 6
Putrid zombie - (1d20+1)
(20) + 1 = 21
Hulking zombie - (1d20+3)
(12) + 3 = 15
