The World of Arith

Hawkmoon by Night- Take Two-according to Brost Valdur

[edited for non dragonborn] Torra I don’t think we are not in Hawkmoon anymore.

This place is right out of a bards tale. These hobgoblin raiders are to be put down with extreme prejudice. We have cleaned the upper floor with a hobgoblin shaman and others. We then used our newest recruit Murphon to convince the raiders in the basement out into the first floor.

The hogoblin leader from the basement was difficult to put down. He used his powers to tactically reposition our enemies much to our pain. This is about all I have time to write down I am tired and some rest would be in order.

I fear that if the rest of the nights on this watch are anywhere near as painful we may lose one of our members.(dated journal entry)

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Security Detail, Part 2 (GM Account)

As Diego, Brost and Torra finished the fight in the auction house, one of the new nightwatchmen, a halfling new to the city named Myrphon Bludd dropped down from his perch on the auction house roof to help. Looking into the auction house, he saw a large hexagonal great hall, easily 80 feet wide and 120 feet long. The walls were made of bluish stone and the floors of some amethyst-hued stone. Inlaid in the center was a large hourglass inlay.

Diego, Brost and Torra had just wiped out a small band of goblins led by a hobgoblin, judging by the bodies littering the floor. Noises came from the grand staircase up and from the smaller stairway down, possibly more goblins.

Peering through one of the shuttered windows, Diego looked out on a landscape eerily similar to that of Hawkmoon. The River Celindria flowed down the same banks, but where Caer Hawkmoon would have been was the remains of an elegant castle, with turrets and minarets surrounding a great dome, looking like something out of a fairy tale. A ruined city spread out around the castle equaled the castle in ornateness and otherwordliness, with tall towers and spires mixed among the small buildings. The moon shone extremely brightly over this alien landscape, clearly illuminating the goblin horde that seemed to be scavenging through the ruins.

The four of them made their way upstairs and encountered another small band of hobgoblins as they made their way downstairs from the third floor. They spoke to each other in Hespruar, the language of the sylvan folk. Myrphon said they spoke of being sent down to the chief by the shaman above. The goblins were crafty, using the balcony as cover while raining arrows down on the party and trying to use the old audience chamber and the guest room to pass through and get away when their luck turned bad.

After defeating this second group of goblins, the party made their way up to the third floor of the keep. The personal rooms of whoever held this keep lay here. A grand salon looked out over the ruined city, opening into a grand master bedchamber. The lord had a ruined and looted library and a chamber that seemed to double as an artist’s studio and alchemical lab. A smaller room looking like servant quarters rested just off the main hallway. Here the goblin shaman and a small group attempted to lure the party into an ambush. A great battle ensued, made much more difficult for the party by the shaman’s curse magic, but again, the party persevered and defeated the goblins.

After gathering the possessions of the dead goblins, the party made its way downstairs to the main level of the keep, choosing to take a more active role in clearing out the goblins, they lured the force of goblins they heard downstairs up to an ambush. This seemed to be the main force of goblins, led by the obvious commander of the infiltrators. The ambush didn’t go quite as expected due to the fact that the commander had some unique ability to teleport his men around the battlefield. It was a difficult battle, with Torra, and Myrphon dropping to unconsciousness several times during the skirmish. Eventually they triumphed, badly bloodied and beaten as the last of the hobgoblin archers fell.

A quiet fell over the Keep, as the party gathered together the loot and discussed their next move.

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Security Detail, Part I (GM Account)

Mr. Tomas Twillfoot of the Green Feathers Auction House in Tomes has posted help wanted flyers around the city looking for night watchmen for the next ten-day. The two auctions scheduled for the end of the ten-day are an auction of items procured by the Prismatic Order and a shipment of rare dragonborn-made items from a merchant caravan from Krall. These items need to be catalogued, appraised and appropriately priced for auction during the day, necessitating their storage at the auction house, but they are vulnerable during the night watch.

Brost Valdur, a low-level dignitary from the dragonborn caravan has been hired as the “lead” watchman. He has been given a key for the auction house in case there is a need to enter, but advised that Tomas would prefer no one enter Green Feathers.

Diego el Smithson of Caer Rivermeet is a local bouncer from Dockside, who currently works security at the House of the Red Lanterns. Although somewhat suspect, Diego has been given the job under the supervision of Brost.

Torra is a shifter from Berwyn who is new to town. Her mentor, the druid Guthrim Haraldson, of the Nollinswood Circle suggested that she use this employment to better learn of the city and city life.

Meeting Tomas’ daughter, Scilla Twillfoot, who runs the auction house’s security, these three were given the jobs and asked to report the following evening.

While the first night was fairly uneventful, the second night was interrupted by a gang of Veiled Society thugs, the leader of the group was a halfling, who had with him two other Society members and a few random thugs from Coppers. The halfling offered the three protectors a chance to run away, at which point he and his gang were trounced. Torra did have the wisdom to stabilize the thugs before the militia arrived on the scene, so no deaths were reported. After all, vigilantism is against the law in Hawkmoon.

The guards identified the halfling as Skin n Bones, a notorious local who was thought to have ties to the Society. Leaving a guard on the scene, the patrol split up to gather the prisoner wagon from the garrison and fetch Scilla to vouch for her watchmen.

The next day, the three watchman enjoyed a feast at the Barge Inn in Dockside courtesy of some gold and silver “found” on the scene, which the militiaman assigned to watch them while the captain was away assured them couldn’t be from the thugs. Scilla meantime was busy hiring some more watchmen to deal with the possibly retaliation from the Veiled Society.

The second night seemed much livelier. One of the reasons being that Sehanine, the moon, was full in the sky, ringed by the Seven Sisters, stars that represent the seven human sisters first approached by Corellon to spread his worship to the humans. The story tells that Corellon seduced each sister in turn on one night when Sehanine shone in the sky. The Seven Sisters are said to dance around a full Sehanine only once in every few human generations. During these events, all people become more passionate, lively, and flirtatious. And this night seemed no different. Couples passed by giggling amid their hushed conversations. The House of the Red Lanterns was busier than it had been in months, and the ladies of the evening were even more encouraging and frisky.

The two teams did not mix much as the second night began. Sometime late in mid-night, after the last couple had found places to indulge in one another, a crash was heard from inside the auction house. Though Brost refused to open the door, he allowed Diego to unlock the doors. Diego, Brost and Torra entered the auction house and engaged in battle against the intruders.

The second group had heard nothing as they patrolled the back alleys of the Auction House. They finally heard the sounds of battle when they approached the front doors. As they peered through the doorway, they saw…

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Hawkmoon By Night-according to Brost Valdur
according to Brost

[edited for non dragonborn] There were a couple others to stand guard with me. The first is a human warrior named Diego el Smithson a fairly likable type with an equally odd sense of things. Second is a shifter going by the name Torra Sunder, a spirit talker of some skills?

To get acquainted with each other we traveled a bit around the city ending up in some type of grove or something. Our first night went fairly smooth and it was not until the second that we had some sort of skirmish with a branch of the local organized crime of the fair city. The city guard had to clean up afterwards.

At one point during the skirmish three of the thugs managed to have me staggering up against the wall. The Halfling leading the ruffians took Diego me and what I assume to be Torra’s guardian spirit cat a bit to take down. The vile ruffians using less than respectable tactics as expected. The next night was again uneventful.

On the fourth night a rare occurrence in the stars above aligned to place the full moon surrounded by the seven stars, a rare occurrence that only happens something like every century or more. I am sure the followers of Corellon would be able to tell that tale better than I. After the lively revelers emboldened by the rare event went home for the night we resumed our watch. Later that evening I dropped the curious key to the establishment with Diego. While moving around to the back to investigate if the noises were from there shouts from behind indicated otherwise. I was no sooner around the corner when Diego determined that the sounds were coming from inside. He and Torra entered to find a hobgoblin and goblin looting party. I eventually had to leave my post outside where I was blasting the goblins inside. I reluctantly entered the inner structure at Diego’s dire request for aid.

We disrupted the raid and did a quick once over of the corpses quickly finding some items of use though there were still noises in the building. I urged the others to head back to our posts as this inner building. There are strange things afoot indeed. More than once during these encounters a member of the raiding party translocated to more strategic locations.

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