Legacy of Zanzer Tem

Session 1 - The Glorious Beginning
Actually Session 2

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing it,” I said, for somewhere around the thirtieth time that day. I found it best to talk while we walked, and we’d been walking for several days now and I’d long ago run out of things to talk about.

“Well,” Sarrah replied, “here we are.” The ‘here’ Sarrah referred to in this case was the wilderness around us. The open forest. The Great Outdoors. And there could be no doubt that we were indeed in it, for there was nothing but trees, pine needles, the occasional brush, and the gods only know what manner of beasts around for miles in any direction.

Back in Kleine, I’d made arrangements to sell my few tools and other craft related belongings in exchange for some arms and armor, enough to, I’d hoped, see me safely to the beginning of many adventures. Sarrah, being a hunter, was pretty much ready to go from the start. Taking some direction from my little black book, I adorned my shield with the image of a black raven.

We’d agreed to head south, and starting in Kleine that was an easy decision as pretty much everything is south of Kleine. Before leaving, we spoke with some travelers and merchants in Kleine, gathering news and information about things going on in the land and possible adventures to be hand. It was here we learned that not too far to the south was an area stuck in a magical winter. We decided that such a place would provide many opportunities for adventurers to get started.

Arriving in town, it was absurdly easy to get information on the unnatural weather, everyone we met was happy to tell us it was the local wizard’s fault, and, now that he’s dead, they expected it would continue forever. When we suggested maybe it was a spell that could be stopped or a machine that could be turned off locals would point us at the former home of the wizard and and say, “Feel free to give it a shot.” Which struck me as a particularly defeatists attitude if you ask me but I guess it had been going on for a while and people had given up hope. Sarrah and I talked it over and decided that we would indeed give it a shot, at the very worst case maybe there’d be some magical items in there we could use somewhere else, and who knows, maybe we’d save the town and they’d throw us a parade or something.

We snuck in at night, Sarrah using her fancy skills to get us in the door and down into the basement where we figured magical sanctums and the like were likely to be. From what we’d gathered the son or nephew or somesuch of the wizard in question would be arriving in town soon to look after the estate, our plan was to be in and out before he arrived.

We didn’t make it far before falling victim to one of the basement’s many traps. I must admit I was not expecting a basement to have quite so many traps. I was thinking wine racks, and perhaps potatoes, but instead what we found was an insane collection of traps and automations that confused the mind. We were rendered helpless, waiting at the bottom of a pit for unlikely rescue or a perhaps more likely arrival of someone who’d arrest us for trespassing. That’s why I at least was so surprised when, in the middle of a dream about someone bringing me fresh snacks, someone fell on me from above. With the opening of the trap door above us, the sounds of battle were all around. I quickly grabbed my gear and lept out of the pit to access the situation. It appeared that another group of adventurers had entered the basement and was engaged in combat with the same defenses that defeated Sarrah and I upon our arrival.

Seeing our opportunity to revenge ourselves upon these strange constructs as well as possibly join up with a group more equipped to deal with the obstacles of this adventure, Sarrah and I immediately set to the task of aiding our newfound comrades. Fortunately, they appeared much beset by their opponents and welcomed our aid as much as we welcomed theirs. Together our combined might proved no match for the assortment of creatures, automatons, pests, and even zombies that we came across while exploring the basement. However, search as we might, we found little but rugs and tapestries, books and baubles. There was very little proper treasure to be had. We did finally come to a hidden room behind the armory where some valuable items lay hidden, but they turned out to be an annoying crossbow and armor fit only for use by a dwarf. Battle weary and disappointed, we stacked what meager loot we’d collected on top of an old tapestry and took to some of the beds in this bizarre place to get some rest.

While I’m happy to be out of the pit, I can only hope that tomorrow brings us better fortune than today.

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Session 0 - The Epic of Temen Use Begins

I’ve always known I was bound for greatness. The small life of a carpenter’s apprentice was never going to be enough for me.

I guess it was a chance encounter at the local pub with a traveling halfling that finally got me moving though.

I’d swung by the pub after work one night for a quick drink and to kill some time before my friend Sarrah returned from hunting. I’d staked out a spot in the common room, kicked up my feet and settled in for a bit of people watching while sipping on a warm beer, as I’d done several times before.

I’m relaxing in the pub for but a few minutes when over walks an odd, if friendly looking, halfling. He appeared to be past middle age, whatever age that is for halflings, old but not elderly, and was decked out in several layers of black. Tight fitting black shirt and trousers under a lightweight black tunic with a black traveling cloak worn loosely over it all. Numerous pouches and packs rustled as he walked. He smiled as he approached and helped himself to a seat at my table, “Pleasant evening isn’t it?”

Curious, and a little amused, I nodded in reply, “Indeed it is, friend.”

Setting is own beer mug on the table, he leaned in and spoke in a lower tone, “You’ve got a bit of the raven in ya I see.” He gave something very close to a wink and a nod, as if I was supposed to have the faintest idea what he was talking about.

“Ummmm. Sure, why not?” I replied with a shrug. It seemed like the best way out of the conversation without inviting the short fellow to elaborate further. I returned my attention to the room in the hopes that he would do the same.

The halfling cocked his head curiously to the side, peering at me as he thought a moment and finally said, “Ahh, you’re not yet aware of it are ya?” He began to rummage around through the various pouches and packs upon his person, “Well then, take this,” he said, producing a small black book and sliding it across the table toward me. The book was small and thin, a light personal journal perhaps, with the image of a Raven embossed into the cover. “And when you strike out to find your fame and fortune perhaps it will help.”

I picked up the book and flipped it over, a second raven adorning the opposite cover. “Thanks?” I said.

“Think nothing of it.” he smiled, and turning his head he looked across the room, “Ahh, I see your friend is back. Good luck in your adventures.” And with that he hopped off the chair and wandered back into the room to sit at another table.

I looked up to follow him but was interrupted by Sarrah arriving at the table. She sat down heavily in the recently vacated chair and leaned back, stretching her legs and back out for a moment before looking over and saying, “Well that was miserable. Four days out and almost nothing to show for it.” She straightened up a bit, continuing her recap, “Most of the snares were empty. We bagged two bucks, which isn’t nothing, but isn’t great either.” Sighing, she collapsed back in her chair once again. After a brief moment she nodded in the direction of the black book, still on the table, “What’s that?”

I looked down at the book, shrugged, and picked it up, “Something to help us in our adventures apparently.” I slipped the small book into a pocket of my coat.

“Oh? We’re having adventures, are we?”

“So it would seem.”

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Session 2 Larry
Thu 17/11

Those beds were better then I excepted. I felt ready for another.
We moved forward to find an undead scary minotaur, few skeletons he seemed to be commanding, and a prisoner I assumed they were guarding. We figured the prisoner was a gift from Zanzer Tem, attached to some sort of magical chain that according to Clair was keeping him there. He disappeared before our eyes right after finished reciting something like a prayer “Om, may the Lord protect us both (guru and disciple), may he cause us to enjoy (the supreme), May we exert together. May our studies be through and faithfull (to become brilliant). May we never quarrel/hate each other.”, I guess he was something like a ghost.
This prisoner also told us to be careful in this place, where death and darkness embrace the ones who get too greedy.
Without much more understanding we had to move on, first came a gnoll patrol that we took care quickly. We then found more prison cells in another area, although the majority being empty we found a particular one with silver bars and a “human” inside. Yeah, he fooled us just to betray us after and spread his werewolf curse. I managed to flee but Peter got inflicted even killing the shapeshifter! I saw that happening and I’m really worried about it, so far we managed to get to a town nearby without any incidents, but I’m counting the days to the next full moon. We shall seek some magical help to remove this curse from him, Clair might know something about this, she always knows something.
Back to the that place, we freed all slaves after a deadly encounter with ogres and snakes. Most of the snakes were naturally burning in constantly fire and acted under the ogres’ command. There was a huge snake that wasn’t burning but grabbed and trapped Orah in a room where few dwarves were also being held prisoners.
The dwarf ended up enraged and out of control again, Freya was wise hiding his sword this time.
I believe important and powerful people might be plotting something against us, is Zanzer Tem friend of the wizard who first put me to sleep and fled? Why were they after us? Anyhow, I have a bad feeling about this.

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Journal entry Day xx of xx in the year xxx

My shoulder hurts a lot more then the books would have you believe.
We entered the crypt and did not give it the respect it deserved, The Scout trigged the first trap and that was almost the end. The pit took The Sword, and sent The Scout to the floor with a dive. And that unleashed the constructs.
The cauldron was impressive engineering, but ultimately boring. The wasps on the other hand, flight, phase shifting and toxin delivery all in a single device is true genius.
With help from the trapped tomb raiders we managed the chaos, and after introductions, Male raider is a priest of some sort and Female raider is more along the lines of what I expect from the archetype.
We explored the first level and gathered some goods. Of note are the Study and the Armory. The Study was protected by yet another clockwork monstrosity that I was in no mood to for delay and I put it down with an application of the Shatter evocation, the damage to the study was regrettable but easily repaired, there was a fine library and a clockwork librarian I hope to deliver to Devrill, the most interesting of the volumes are with me and the rest in a pile by the front door. The Armory was protected by a pair of gargoyles I had read a little and I have seen the power of a golem so I was surprised by how easily we were able destroy them. In the Armory we found the Sword we where contracted to fins along with a magical singing crossbow and enchanted dwarven half plate.
This reminds me, The Scout, The Sword and I are contracted to find and return a Magical Great Sword and a tiara. In exchange we are able to keep all that we are able to bring with us. I suspect that finding how the raiders will fit in this contract will be at least as interesting as the gargoyles where. Along with what we found in the Study and Armory we found a tapestry, at first glance it looks like a history of The War, or a map, I am sure that Devrill would make great use of a magical map…

Rubyave stops writing in his journal and yells “oh, Crap!”

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Session 2 Freya

Freya had a restless sleep, being stuck in a dungeon without a clue where she was. She rather face a galloping herd of bisons charging at her than be underground for one more minute. Random creatures that were trying to kill them… and traps where you least expect them… After 8 hours everyone was ready to get the hell out of the creepy dungeon.

Larry sneaked ahead and found someone that was quite obviously a werewolf. He seemed like a nice guy, so we let him out. We took the silver weapons we found, just in case he turned on us. By this point the dungeon seemed to resemble a maze if anything. Freya was left behind multiple times and had to scramble to keep up with everyone, getting lost more than she cared to admit. If only she had the stars to find her way. How nice it must be to have darkvision. Freya didn’t have this problem of getting left behind before, because she foolishly kept taking point. Being that archery is her expertise, that wasn’t the best tactical decision. Occolon would be disappointed. But when she realized she should take the rear, she kept getting lost! Freya never worked with a team before, and it clearly takes some adjusting.

When she finally caught up with the rest, she saw the dwarf and monk peering underneath a door, but dismissing it as a threat. Then Larry informed us of a “big” no,“really big” snake. Sure, sure Larry a snake, how scary. However, Freya is not afraid to admit she contemplated escape when the ENORMOUS CREATURE (/language matters Larry) slithered into view. She threw a couple of power shots at it, but before she knew it, Orah was wrecking things left and right again and Freya, Clair and Peter were surrounded by the contents of the SUPPOSEDLY SAFE DOOR. Yes TEAM, you guys suck. Freya will never trust anyone ever again! But the road is her teacher, and a lesson is learned.

A ferocious fight ensued. Claire almost died, Freya thought for sure she was a goner. Orah was murdering innocent slaves while a perfectly good target (enormous snake) was right there. Are we sure it’s the sword? Maybe he’s just as crazy as a prairie dog. Who knows where Larry was, every now and then he’d pop out of the shadows, goes stab stab and ran away again. Peter valiantly tried to stop the frenzied dwarf, but almost got slain in the process.

Everything looked hopeless as Claire, Larry and Freya were barely hanging on to life and Orah menacingly approached them. But what was that in the corner? What Freya previously thought to be a sack of potatoes, turned out to be Axel! Apparently he IS as boring as a potato because he looked at Orah, and wham! he fell asleep. Freya quickly hid the sword where no one else would find it.

Then everyone gathered the slaves and loot and made ready for a short rest. But foolish boys will be boys as Peter and Larry wanted to scout out the rest of this labyrinth and got ambushed by the werewolf. Our rest rudely cut short as Larry and Peter struggled, Freya stepped in and killed him with a silver arrow. Then a rest and a long rush through a tunnel where an epic fight ensued. Then finally, fresh air and the natural world welcomed Freya back in her embrace.

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Session 1 - Claire

We were ready to sleep. Our campfire was ready and the bedrolls were on the floor. I heard something in the woods but it seemed to be just a animal, it wasn’t. Larry and I woke up in a cell (god knows where), he said the people who took us had a tattoo from some kind of clan or whatever. Freya was in the cell too and two more guys, a dwarf and a monk. We had no idea what happened and our equipaments were gone. Suddenly an orc brought this guy in, Axel, such a jerk. After a while Larry got to open the cage’s door and Freya went outside. She is so naive, always trying to talk to these monsters… I knew the orc would come to kill and got prepared to draw his attention to me before he decides to attack her. It did work “Hey! Look what a beautiful female orc is coming there!”. It was a tough fight. Specially because the light were so little, but we figured that out and every goblin was killed and our equipaments were back.
In the next room we met a fancy warrior and his subordinates. People were tired and tried to avoid the fight by talking to the warrior, it didn’t work. Larry said earlier that they might be interested in money, I told who I am and offered them some reward if they let us go but it was in vain. The fight started and I used my thunderwave to give a massive amount of damage at the warrior and three of his subordinates. The leader ran and we were able to kill the others. We know that whatever the motive we are here, cash is not one of them. In the next room we were couch in a spider web casted by an unknown Mage, but people managed to fright him and he ran. We found a room with some magical items, a spell book, some potions, weapons, and a wand. The wand had an inscription on it “secrets revealed” and by using that I found a secret room full of coins and some mundane items. There was also a door at this room that took us to a filthy room with five beds, people got all excited to sleep and rest (sometimes I miss my house, these common beds are disgusting…) but before we rest we decided to check another room besides this one, just in case. In short, there were these monsters inside the room and the dwarf, aiming the end of the battle, decided to use the magical weapon he found in the previous room to fight the enemies. While the brave monk entered the room to fight the enemies, the dwarf berserker! Attacking his own friends, he killed Freya. I was running out of my magical powers, I was too tired and even though I got to heal her and wake my good friend up. But then the dwarf attacked me and I felt. Feeling the weakness dominating my body I looked at Larry. You know, I think his eyes have some magical feature. Every time I look at them all my pain and worries will go away, and this time wasn’t different.
Few minutes/hours later I woke up. Looks like Axel was not that bad and got to help Freya. Everyone was really hurt but we got a good rest. I played one of my favorite songs for them while we waited and it seems it helped them to recover faster.

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Session 1 Freya

Freya woke up in a cell. This wasn’t the first time, nor likely to be the last, but usually she remembers what happened. The arrival of another prisoner seemed to be the cause of her awakening. Glancing around she noted she knew two people, Clair and Peter. The other man must be Clair’s husband who she only met once in passing, and she saw an unfamiliar dwarf.

The new prisoner Axel, proved himself to be an unreliable and narcissistic man, who ruined their escape from the cell by giving them away. This resulted in a terrible bloodbath with many needless deaths. The monk Peter must have forgiven Freya’s past scam on him, because he saved her ass multiple times. Not that she’d admit it of course. Clair was on point as usual, and although the goblins did not seem quite as affected by her insults, ‘Your mother smells like a wet dog!’ will now be forever added to Freya’s vocabulary.

When everyone found their gear, a serious attempt was made to escape. Apparently some folks really don’t like Freya and her fellows, because several deadly attempts were made on their lives. They had tried reasoning, but apparently no one believed Freya was ‘lost’, and the others aren’t nearly as intimidating as they seem to think.

Then this coward in yellow robes tried to use pathetic tricks to let our guard down. But super monk Peter scared the manure out of him and he fled the scene. Clair’s husband took a very untimely nap, and good for nothing Axel was just twiddling his thumbs. At least the dwarf Oran was a brave man, although he really should control his temper. It seems to exhaust him quite a bit.

Suspiciously, we found a cache of items. Clair confirmed they were magical. I grabbed the quiver, but after seeing what the axe did to the dwarf I’m somewhat reluctant to use them.

When confronted with 5 comfortable beds, the majority wanted to take a rest. Clearly they are coddled city folks not used to the dangers of life like buffalo hooves that can trample you at any time. I found the next door trapped and convinced the napping dwarf to dowse all light and take a looksy with his darksight. Silly ol’ me did not realize dwarves are quite noisy, and as a result we got surprised by some more nasties. This is where my reference of the axe comes into play. The very first time Oran used it, he turned on me and knocked me out cold! Clair saved my life, but then everything went down hill. Pain in the buffalo arse Axel finally tried to do something and tried to protect us from the frenzied Oran, but of course as is expected with Axel by now, failed. Peter had fallen in the next room over and Oran blocked our way, swinging his lethal axe wildly about. Clair was hit by Oran, and right before Larry managed to fell him. With only Larry, Axel and me left, it was looking grim indeed. I ran into the other room and dragged Peter to relative safety, but was unable to close the door in the chaos.

Larry, so distraught by his fallen wife, forgot to duck into the shadows and got targeted through said open door by a sharp arrow, and slowly slumped to the floor with his hand outstretched to Clair. Heart breaking, if Axel hadn’t been around I might have cried. Finally I slammed the door shut and traded places with Axel who held it. With my limited knowledge I helped stabilize my friends conditions as best I could. Useless sack of rocks made some futile attempts as well, and I ended up shooing him away before he did more harm than good. When no one was on the brink of dying, Axel slipped into the next room and ‘took care of it’. Well for once he made himself useful. I might lighten up on making fun of him.

We took a rest and everyone felt somewhat better, or at least alive. Now we still have to escape this cursed place, and find out why we are in here in the first place.

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Session 1 Larry
Thu 3/11

I don’t know what happened, I was pretty sure I was going to sleep and Clair was with me. We had a small fire camp, I did the first turn and all I remember was waking up with her inside a prison cell.
I could vaguely remember the Iron Ring symbol tattoo on whoever knocked us out. Coincidently a woman that I know as Freya of the Thundering Hooves Clan was also in the prison cell with us along with a Dwarf, and another human who I figured after to be a Monk. I had only seen Freya once when I was with Clair, but I know Clair respects her.
Believing in coincidence at this point in my life regarding Iron Ring, would make me look like an idiot. Most of the people might not know, but Clair has a noble heritage and capturing us like this makes me wonder what are their actual intent.
I’ve been tortured by these bastards in the past, Aaron told me a bit about them but I still can’t remember anything that would make sense.
This human called Axel came to our cell when we were already awake. He was another prisoner.
Folks other then Clair and myself said they knew nothing about Iron Ring, which makes me wonder again whether this schema is indeed something related to us or not. I might be getting paranoid.
The Iron Ring members did not realize I was carrying my Thieves’ Tools outside my backpack, that allowed us to break out the prison cell and it was a bloodshed trying to scape. We barely made it, if wasn’t for Freya and Axel I would be either dead or in prison again.
I thought it was all over when Clair went down trying to protect me, I removed my mask and for those who know me know that means I would fight to death or I would kill. But I couldn’t do anything, two more goblins started shooting arrows and I fell.
Now I feel can really trust Orah and Peter. The development of trust is a slow process for me, I was suspicious of the dwarf specially when he was enraged and attacked us, but Clair saw the sword to be enchanted and I knew he wasn’t himself, thus I apologized myself right after we become conscious again.
It seems to me that Iron Ring has some powerful Wizards as allies, or even commanding the organization. I’m still lacking information to jump into conclusions…

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