                              LOST CHILD

     A Fantasy Scenario set in Glorantha for two to six characters

Copyright 1996 by Peter Maranci

"Lost Child" is yet another scenario written up from an adventure I 
ran for the round-robin RuneQuest/Glorantha game I'm in. As always, 
I've included notes in blocks [] on how events actually went in play.  

Although the adventure was originally set in Glorantha, it should be 
easily adaptable to almost any fantasy setting or game system.  

"Lost Child" took me two five-hour sessions to run, but your mileage 
may vary.

Your comments and questions are welcome, and I'm always very interested 
to hear how any of my scenarios work out in actual play. Drop me a line 
at peter@maranci.net or sign my guest book at http://www.maranci.net/rq.htm

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Introduction

"Lost Child" is a fantasy roleplaying scenario for a group of two or 
more player characters of low to medium ability. It can take between 
one to three weeks of game-time; most of that time is spent traveling 
through wilderness and mountains. Risk factors are low to moderate, 
and the magic level is high. Characters from most cults are 
acceptable, but player-character sorcerers and shamans are probably 
inappropriate for this adventure. "Lost Child" is designed with the 
assumption that the PCs are reasonably decent people, willing to help 
those in trouble and reward those who have helped them.  

I. The Weeping Widow 

In a village near mountains, the characters are approached by a 
weeping middle-aged woman. Sobbing hysterically, she pleads for help: 
her young son has run off in the night, and she's terribly afraid that 
he'll be killed in the wilderness.  

Once the party calms her down a little, she tells them more. Her name 
is Agatha Bramble, a widow; her ten-year old son is named Bendal, and 
he is all that she has left. And now he's gone; he has talked a lot 
about adventure in recent weeks, and now she believes that he has run 
off to find it. But the wilds are dangerous, no place for a young boy. 
There are animals, and bandits...he could fall off of a cliff, or into 
a lake...she bursts into tears again at the thought.  

She has a little money, but offers as a reward the one thing that she 
has of value: a silver ring with a Magic Point matrix enchantment. It 
belonged to her late husband, but she'll gladly give it to the ones 
who bring back her son. She'll also give them 75 lunars and bake them 
a dozen gooseberry pies, too.  

II. The House 

Assuming that the players accept her offer (if they don't, the 
adventure is over), their next likely move is to examine the house and 
question the widow more extensively. She has little more to tell them, 
however. Her husband has been dead for five years; he was a hunter, 
and when he was alive he told many stories and songs of adventure to 
his young son. Bendal just turned ten a week ago, and received a 
wooden sword as a present. He's about five feet tall and of medium 
build, with sandy hair and green eyes. He's bright, and brave, but 
doesn't realize how dangerous the world can be.  

The widow's house stands near the edge of the village. It is small, 
but clean and neat. Bendal's room is in the back of the house; the 
shutters of the window are slightly ajar. The bed is slightly rumpled, 
but not slept in.  Several things are missing: Bendal's small knife, 
his wooden sword, his brown trousers, blue tunic, a water-skin and 
enough food for two or three days.  

It rained a bit yesterday in the late afternoon, and the ground is 
still somewhat damp; the prints of small feet can be made out in the 
ground outside Bendal's window. The tracks lead northward, towards the 
mountains.  

The party may question the inhabitants of the surrounding houses.  
Most have nothing to add to the information that the widow has 
supplied. None saw Bendal leave the house, nor do they have any idea 
where he is. At most, they volunteer that he is a quiet boy, given to 
daydreams.  

With a little searching the party finds Bendal's best friend, Dendo: a 
nine-year-old with straight brown hair, a thin face, and a solemn 
demeanor.  He tells his story readily. Bendal had told him of his plan 
to search for adventure in the mountains, but Dendo refused to join 
him. Bendal was going to leave soon after sundown last night, and 
that's all that he knows. He hopes that Bendal isn't in too much 
trouble.  

III. North!

Bendal's tracks near the house lead north, to the mountains. The 
ground north of the village is still a little damp from yesterday's 
rain, making tracking there easy; there is a 20% bonus to finding 
them.  

However, the tracks lead away from the village, onto stonier soil. As 
they follow the trail, the party must make a successful Track roll 
every hour. The first is at +20%, the second at +15%, the third at 
+10%, and the fourth at +5%. All rolls after that are at normal 
percentage.  

The boy has a long lead on the adventurers -- he started shortly after 
sundown the night before. The adventurers are also slowed by the fact 
that they must search for tracks as they travel. Fortunately the boy 
doesn't seem to have been very careful about leaving tracks.  

On the down side, he seems to have been traveling fairly quickly for 
a boy his age, and not always in a straight line. The party cannot 
simply assume that he followed the main paths, since in several 
instances he has not.  

As night draws near, the party comes upon a small clearing.  A 
successful Search turns up scraps of food that clearly show that 
someone has had a small lunch on that spot recently -- perhaps six 
hours ago.  

IV. In the Night 

During the night an intruder comes near the camp.  A successful Listen 
roll by whoever is on watch gives them several minutes of warning: the 
sound of a medium-sized form moving stealthily though the brush near 
the clearing.  

The intruder is a large, inquisitive skunk. It will tend to stay in 
the brush unless tempting food is immediately visible (and smell-
able). What happens next depends on the actions of the party.  

[In play, one of the party members heard the noise and guessed that it 
was young Bendal, hiding in the brush. He decided to follow the boy 
into the brush and catch him. The skunk, naturally panicked by the 
sound of an adventurer in full armor plunging through the bushes after 
him, turned and ran. The PC continued in hot pursuit until they 
reached another small clearing, at which point the skunk took aim and 
let fly.]

The skunk has a POW of 13, 7 hit points, and a "Spray" skill of 65%. 
The spray has a range of 3 meters. A successful hit requires the 
target to make a CON roll against a scent with a power of 16. If the 
hit is to the head, the scent has a power of 20. If the roll is 
failed, the victim spends the next 2d6 rounds gagging and retching 
uncontrollably.  

Whether or not the CON roll is made, the victim will smell of skunk 
for the next several days, with obvious consequences.  

Parries do not defend against skunk attack, but a successful Dodge 
reduces the power of the scent to 8 and the duration of nausea to 1d6 
rounds. A Special Dodge reduces the power to 0, with no CON roll 
needed -- though the victim has a noticeable smell that lasts for a 
day. A critical Dodge avoids the attack completely -- it can't even be 
smelled on the dodger's clothes.  

V. The Clearing 

The party begins to encounter more mountainous terrain on the next 
day. The going is harder, and the path is less noticeable. Four hours 
after they start the day, the party comes upon a large clearing in the 
woods.  

Those who make a successful Smell roll become aware of an unpleasant, 
animal-like odor coming from the clearing. A Special or Critical Smell 
success allows the character to identify the scent: blood. As they 
enter the clearing, a scene of incredible carnage greets their eyes.  

Blood is splashed everywhere, painting ground, brush, and trees. One 
source is apparent: two large bears lie in pieces on the forest floor. 
Two small cubs are whimpering near the dead bears.  
  
A thorough search of the clearing is necessary to determine just what 
has happened here; the search will take about two hours. Several 
skills are involved in putting the pieces together.  

Animal Lore (or First Aid) results: 

Fumble: The bears must have killed each other in a jealous rage. The 
bear cubs attack the character.  

Failure: They've been dead a while.  

Success: The bears have been dead for between three and seven hours. 
Both bears have been cut up by something sharp and straight. The skull 
of one of the bears has been crushed; the other seems to have been 
nearly severed in half at the abdomen.  

Special: The bears have been dead for between four to six hours. A 
large sword was used on them, with a slashing style. It looks as if 
one of them was cut nearly in half by a single blow, and has several 
other sword-wounds. The other one has a single sword wound, an odd-
looking long and narrow crushed area along its ribs, and its skull 
seems to have been crushed in by a large object from above. Several of 
these injuries would have required greater than normal human strength 
to inflict.  

Critical: The bears have been dead for five hours, which means that 
they were killed a little after dawn. In addition to the special 
success information, it can be determined that the long narrow wound 
on one bear's pelt looks like a blow from a quarterstaff -- but caused 
far more damage than a quarterstaff can do. Several ribs are broken 
from that single blow. Its skull has been crushed in by an object 
roughly the size of a large ham, probably with a single blow.  

Search Results: 
                        
Fumble: The bears must have eaten the boy here. The bear cubs attack 
the character.  

Failure: Nothing more to see. There's too much blood -- it makes it 
hard to search.  

Success: A broken wooden sword is found at the edge of the clearing. A 
torn piece of oily cloth is found next to a log in the clearing.  

Special: As success, plus: The cloth smells slightly of cheese. The 
broken pieces of the swords are gouged near the break, and the gouges 
look as if they were made by bear claws. Under the claws of one of the 
bears is blood and a small bit of blue cloth.  

Critical: As success and special, plus: There is an old silver coin, 
half-buried in the clearing. The coin is very worn, but it's 
definitely not any coinage that the party has ever seen. The scrap of 
blue cloth under the bear's claws could be from Bendal's tunic; he was 
wearing a blue tunic when he left home (see Section II: The House).  

Track results: 

Fumble: The tracks now lead backwards, in the direction that the party 
came from. Bendal must have started walking backwards to throw the 
party off the scent...and the bear cubs attack the character.  

Failure: The tracks are too trampled and confused to make out. It's 
hopeless.  

Success: The boy's tracks lead here, and stop. There are some new 
tracks, however. The marks of several booted feet can be seen; most 
seem fairly normal, but one set of tracks seem a bit large. The tracks 
lead north, to the mountains.  

Special: The boy's tracks lead here, and do not leave. At least three 
(but not more than five) booted people have entered this clearing 
today, apart from the party. One set of tracks are definitely larger 
than a normal human being's should be, and the depth of the footprints 
indicates that whatever made those tracks was unusually heavy, too. 
The boot tracks leave the clearing and lead north, to the mountains.  

Critical: The boy entered this clearing, and moved around in it a bit. Three 
people entered the clearing within an hour of the boy's entrance; probably 
after. One set of footprints are fairly small and light, and are 
spaced fairly close together. The second set of strange footprints are 
also small, but deeper and spaced further apart -- in at least one 
place, the tracks indicate that a leap of four meters was made. The 
third set of tracks are definitely larger than human -- at a guess, 
they were probably made by something roughly the size of a great 
troll. All three strangers were wearing extremely well-made boots. The 
footprints of the large one were deeper when they entered the 
clearing, and then lightened a bit; a large area of bent grass shows 
where a very large and heavy object was placed there for a while.  The 
footprints of the three strangers leave the clearing and head north, 
towards the mountains -- which happens to be where their earlier 
footprints came from, too.  

Note: The skill results are not meant to be a straitjacket. If a 
character searches a specific area that has something of interest -- 
under the bears' claws, for example -- they will see the described 
item(s). Optionally, extra time spent exercising a skill might 
increase the amount of information gained.  

VI. Strangers On The Mountain 

The trail leads swiftly up into the mountains. The path goes up in 
hairpin curves; trees become sparse, but occasionally there is a 
sudden stand of pines in a hollow in the mountainside. After two hours 
of travel the party is about half-way up the nearest peak.  

The path ahead takes a sharp turn to the left, following the curve of 
the mountain. To the right, there is a steep drop of more than a 
hundred meters.  Far below, a small river flows across stony ground. A 
successful Listen at this point reveals the sound of falling water up 
ahead -- not a major waterfall, but more than a trickle. There's an 
unusual odor in the air; a successful Smell roll reveals it to be 
smoke, and some sort of delicious-smelling stew. Those who 
successfully Scan spot something odd at the point where the path 
curves: a thin straight line at a forty-five degree angle. It is a 
golden rope, attached to a large light blue tent that is just out of 
sight around the corner.  
                         
Around the corner is a large flat hollow in the mountainside. The 
picture above is an attempt to show the general layout, but as I've 
said elsewhere, I'm no artist. So: 

The path continues northward, gently curving leftward along the 
mountainside.  On the right is a steep drop. To the left, a large 
grassy shelf cuts into the mountain; it is about eighty meters long 
and thirty-five meters wide. Against the far end of the shelf is a 
stand of pines.  

Towards the peak, the mountain rises as a sheer cliff above the shelf. 
A small waterfall falls along it, descending to a pool in the center 
of the wall, against the base of the cliff. A stream spills from the 
pool and wanders across the shelf, eventually pouring off the cliff-
edge to the right and into the river far below. The path is crossed by 
the stream, but it's small enough to be Jumped rather easily.  

The party may approach the shelf cautiously, or not. If they enter 
openly, they see everything that's in the open immediately. If, on the 
other hand, they sneak up to the corner and peek around it, a Scan 
roll is necessary.  

Scan results: 

Fumble: There's a huge monster there, and it's charging!  

Failure: There's a large open area there, a sort of hollow in the 
mountain.  There are trees on the opposite side.  

Success: As Failure, plus: There's a large blue tent just to the left 
of the path where it enters the clearing. A huge ugly man is near the 
tent entrance, but he's half-turned away from the path. There's a 
stream across the open area.  

Special: As Success, plus: The stream comes from a pool at the base of 
the cliff to the left. Someone is bathing in the pool. There's a small 
fire between the pool and the tent, with a kettle hung over the fire. 
Between the kettle and the tent is what looks like a stretcher, with a 
small form lying on it motionless. There's someone near the stretcher, 
but they're mostly screened by the tent.  

Critical: As Special, plus: The huge figure near the party is an 
extremely ugly and stupid-looking man, about size 23. His upper body 
and arms in particular are massive. Bathing in the pool is the most 
beautiful woman in the world. On a large rock on the other side of the 
pool is an empty suit of armor, a very large bastard sword, and a 
large shield. Lying on the stretcher is a young boy who seems to be 
unconscious. Standing over him is a small old man in pale blue robes.  

The strangers are a party of travelers from the far West: sorcerers. 
The small old man is a Wizard, the woman is a Knight, and the hulking 
man is a servant. The wizard specializes in characteristic-increasing 
spells, among other things; numbers in parentheses indicate 
magically-enhanced attributes.  These are the result of long-term 
spells.  

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Hurlan Ettimore, Wizard (Human Male, age 242)

STR: 9 (16) CON: 11 (18) SIZ: 8 INT: 18 POW: 20 DEX: 14 (21) APP: 8

Total HP: 13

13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Rt. Leg: +5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5-<B>
Lf. Leg: +5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5-<B>
Abdomen: +5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5-<B>
Chest: +5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6-<B>
Rt. Arm: +4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4-<B>
Lf. Arm: +4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4-<B>
Head: +5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5-<B>

Quarterstaff: SR 5 A: 91% P: 92% AP: 14 Dam: 1D8+6

Armor: Robe, 7 points (Armoring Enchantment)

Active Spells: Damage Resistance 8, Spell Resistance 8, Spirit 
Resistance 8, Damage Boosting 5 on all extremities, Skin of Life 

Spells: Knows all of the above except Skin of Life, which he had cast 
on him at home. Also knows Hinder, Mystic Vision, Treat Wounds, and 
Palsy. He is 120% in all his magic-related skills and spells.  

Skills: Dodge 45%, Speak Tradetalk 35%, Speak Sartarite 27%, Human 
Lore 63%, World Lore 92%, Devise 81% 

Possessions:
On his left hand a silver ring with a 23 point MP matrix.
A jeweled bronze amulet that is a matrix for all of his non-combat spells.  
A gold ring on right hand is a matrix for his combat spells.
Trinkets, baubles, 400 SP, pouch of 17 jewels (total value 4765 L)
A rod with a Glowing red crystal; this is glass with a long-term Glow 
spell, and is used to impress ignorant barbarians if necessary.  

Hurlan is a Wizard from the west, an accomplished sorcerer. He looks 
the part; gnarled and a bit stooped, with a long grey-white beard and 
bushy eyebrows. He recognizes the danger of barbarian prejudices 
against sorcery, and so tends to wear nondescript clothes. He also 
avoid talking about his magic, though he will not absolutely refuse to 
do so if necessary.  

He is on a quest. An ancient book that he found in his ancestral 
mansion told of the travels of one of his ancestors, Urtock Ettimore, 
who found a great treasure in the East: the Pangyricon, a mysterious 
object which may have also been sacred to the Invisible God. Urtock 
was slain shortly after finding the Pangyricon, but his squire brought 
a copy of his diary home to the West.  

According to the diary, Urtock and the Pangyricon were buried "beneath 
the Tooth of the barbarian Wind God". Other details in the diary 
allowed Hurlan to narrow the area down to within a day's travel of 
this campsite.  

Hurlan has the diary, but it's written in an ancient Western tongue.

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Sir Leeala Ettimore, Knight (Human female, age 39)

STR: 16 (26) CON: 15 (25) SIZ: 13 INT: 16 POW: 14 DEX: 16 (26) 
APP: 14 (22)

Total HP: 19

Rt. Leg +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Lf. Leg +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Abdomen +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Chest   +8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9-
Rt. Arm +6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6-
Lf. Arm +6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6-
Head    +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-

Bastard Sword:  SR 5 A: 129%  P: 95% Dam: 1D10+8+1D6 AP: 18

Target Shield:       P: 126%    AP: 18

Armor: Soft leather (1) plus fine iron plate (9) = 10

Spells up: Damage Resistance 10, Spell Resistance 8, Spirit Resistance 
8, Damage Boosting 7 on all weapons & extremities, Skin of Life 

Spells Known: Hinder 68%, Glow 54%, Damage Boosting 71%, Damage 
Resistance 70% 

Skills: Intensity 70%, Dodge 101%, all Agility skills at 80%+, 
Manipulation skills at 70+, Perception skills at 80+, Stealth skills 
at 60%+. Speaks Western tongues only.  

Possessions: An enchanted iron bastard sword and full suit of iron 
plate.  Both are of superior Western workmanship. She also as a gold 
ring with a small pearl set in it; the ring is an MP matrix storing 8 
points.  

Sir Leeala (lee-A-la) is Hurlan's granddaughter, and a Knight in her 
own right. She's extremely competent in her field. Slim, blonde, and 
almost supernaturally attractive thanks to her long-term Enhance 
Appearance spell, she's aware of her effect upon barbarian males -- 
but though she doesn't take offense at polite passes, she gives them 
no more consideration than a monkey.  She does find such situations 
mildly amusing, however. She is extremely loyal to her grandfather, 
and in times of crisis is all business.  

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Grond, human porter

STR: 17 (27) CON: 15 (25) SIZ: 23 INT: 7 POW: 6 DEX: 10 APP: 5

Total HP: 24

Rt. Leg +8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Lf. Leg +8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Abdomen +8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-
Chest   +10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10-
Rt. Arm +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-
Lf. Arm +7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-
Head    +8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8-

Mighty Fists: SR 6 A: 65% Damage: 1D3+2D6+5

Spells up: Various Enhances, all Resistances at 8, Damage Boosting 5 
on fists 

Spells: None

Skills: Dodge 65%, Climb 45%, Grunt 30%, Carry Heavy Load 90%

As a child Grond was captured by the forces of the Kingdom of War and 
used as a victim for magical experimentation. As a result of the 
experiments his INT and APP were markedly decreased, and his SIZ 
increased notably. He was rescued by Hurlan many years ago in a raid, 
and subsequently became his deeply loyal servant.  Grond is not able 
to speak, but can grunt if necessary. He is not particularly violent 
by nature, but will fight to protect Hurlan, Leeala, or himself. He 
will also fight if Hurlan orders him to.  

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The boy on the stretcher is Bendal. Hurlan heard bears roaring and the 
boy's screams when they were searching the lowlands for the 
Pangyricon. When they arrived on the scene, the bears had already 
mauled the boy badly. After the group slew the bears, Hurlan healed 
the boy; unfortunately his injuries were so severe that the healing 
magic took more than a day to work. They decided to carry the boy to 
their camp for safety.  

Hurlan has no objection if the party wants to take the boy away. He'll 
be well enough to travel by the morning. In the meantime, the party is 
welcome to camp on the mountain shelf.  

If the party is willing to talk, the wizard will ask them if they are 
willing to aid him in his search. Local guides would be invaluable to 
him, and they may also help him to avoid inadvertently offending the 
Wind God (whatever that is). He has only a small amount of money left, 
but his ancestor's diary tells that a number of other treasures were 
buried along with the Pangyricon.  These include barbarian magic, and 
are of no real interest to the Westerners.  The party is welcome to 
anything else that is found on the trip.  

SPECIAL: There's something that the party does *not* know about these 
strangers: they've been dead for sixty years. Even they themselves 
don't realize this. They're ghosts of an unusual kind.  

The details they they tell about themselves are true. Sixty years ago 
Hurlan's small group *did* search this area for the Pangyricon, and 
during that search they were killed. Their uncompleted quest left them 
in a curious half-way state; they cannot attain Solace, and they 
cannot simply dissipate.  Their spirits have re-formed on occasion to 
try to complete the quest, but each time they've failed. They don't 
remember previous attempts, and are not aware that they are dead.  

It's possible that the blood shed by Bendal was the key that allowed 
them to take a more physical form. In any case, the party offers them 
an exceptional chance to complete the quest. They won't threaten the 
party, but will do what they can to persuade them to help them find 
the Pangyricon.  

When the party first encounters them, they are solid and physical in 
every way. They have no special ghostly powers or abilities. They 
detect as magic, but that's hardly surprising, given their Western 
origins. As the quest progresses, however, the ghosts begin to see 
things that the party doesn't: the way that the world was sixty years 
ago, when they first traveled in this area. There isn't *much* 
difference -- the season and weather were very similar to what they 
are today, and the geography is basically unchanged -- but in certain 
instances which are noted in the text, the ghosts perceive an older 
reality from their memories, although they do not realize that this is 
the case.  

However, they are not able to physically interact with those past 
visions.  Until they re-live the moment of their deaths, the strange 
things that they see have no physical substance even for the ghosts 
(and of course the party cannot see the ghost terrain at all).  

[In play, one of the characters borrowed a crowbar from the strangers 
and had Grond bend it into a hook. Attached to a rope, it made a pretty 
good crowbar.  After the ghosts disappeared, however, the PC found that 
the hook was gone.] 

VII. Dreams and Visions 

The party now faces a decision point. They may choose to take Bendal 
back to the village and stay there; in that case the adventure is 
over. The widow thanks the party fervently and gives the promised 
reward to the group.  

If they chose to take the boy back and then return to help the Wizard, 
they can make the round trip in about two days; they're able to travel 
much more swiftly now, since they don't have to watch for tracks.  

[In play, the party decided to split up (which is just what every GM 
*doesn't* want to hear, of course). Most of them took the boy back to 
his mother and returned; one stayed in the mountains to scout.] 

Just before the PCs sleep, the setting sun throws a red glow on the 
surrounding mountain-tops. Those who make successfully Scan the area 
note an odd-looking formation on the top of a nearby peak: the peak is 
thin and pointed, but the tip looks flat. Those who make special or 
critical scans see that the sun shines through an oddly regular series 
of breaks surrounding the mountain-top -- they look almost like the 
crenelation of a castle.  

In the night, dreams can come. I'm a big believer in dreams in 
roleplaying games; they can be an excellent tool to convey a mood, 
foreshadow events, or just muddy the waters. Not every dream should be 
meaningful, of course. If every dream is a sure portent of the future, 
they become nothing more than the Western Union of the gods. In this 
case familiarity *definitely* breeds contempt. Still, a judicious mix 
of meaningless and portentous dreams can add an extra dimension to a 
good campaign.  

Example: The PC is a worshiper of the cult of Orlanth (the Wind God 
and self-styled king of the gods). In his dream he sees an ancient 
tower of rock carved in the shape of a crowned man. As he watches, the 
crown crumbles mostly away. An amber light shines down, staining the 
huge statue blood-red.  Between its feet, a strange little creature 
lies still. A cold foul wind blows the smell of rotten violets towards 
the character, sickening him. Just before he wakes up, he sees that a 
nine-legged spider is hanging from the hem of the statue's robe.  

Example: The character is a worshiper of a cult associated with that 
of Orlanth. He dreams that he is a child again, sitting on a flat 
purple rock by a stream and playing with a miniature toy village. As 
he plays, a toy barn breaks apart into pieces. The pieces form a 
puzzle that can be put back together again, but not necessarily in the 
same shape as before. Suddenly a frog jumps out of the water, swallows 
a piece and jumps away. A shadow falls across the rock, and as the 
character looks up he sees his uncle looking sick and pale.  

Example: For members of any cult. The PC dreams that he is wandering 
in a land where everything is edible. Animals made of chocolate stand 
motionless all around. If he bites into anything, he breaks his tooth 
on a stone.  Spitting it out, he sees that it is a magical crystal.  

Example: Any. The character dreams that he sleeps dreamlessly. When he 
wakes up, everything is as expected. Sensations are incredibly 
realistic and lifelike -- it is impossible to tell this from waking 
existence (the player should not be aware that the character is 
dreaming). During the day, the party is attacked by a disease-bearing 
broo. The broo is slain, but the character is exposed to the disease. 
The most competent character present examines him, and regretfully 
announces that the disease is terminal -- the infected character has 
only a day or two left to live. The character dreams that he goes to 
sleep normally. When he wakes up, it may take him a while to realize 
that he isn't going to die...  

Example: Any. As above, but instead of a broo attack the character 
dreams that he discovers the most wonderful magic item in the world. 
This should be something that the player or character really wants. 
The party decides to give the character the item. He's likely to put 
it in a safe place before dreaming that he goes to sleep that night. 
When he wakes up, however, he's bound to be disappointed...  

Example: Any. The character sees a boy on a hill far away, flying a 
kite. The kite is gold and light blue, and there is a drawing of a 
shield on it.  Suddenly the kite swoops towards the character and 
crashes at his feet. When it touches the ground it instantly 
transforms into a puppet theatre. Though no puppeteer is in sight, a 
show immediately begins: the much-beloved classic _The Golden Pig_, a 
comic farce in which Quackbeak the Duck quests for a magical pig made 
of gold. Something is wrong, though; the strings of the puppets are 
tangled. Something unseen begins cutting the strings, one by one. As 
the strings break. The Farmer, the Maiden, the Old Man, The Barking 
Dog, and all the others lie down, become still, and fade away. Finally 
Quackbeak is left alone on the stage, looking around in terror. As his 
strings break, he turns into a golden duckling, spreads his wings, and 
flies away.  

Example: Any. The character dreams that he is standing in the middle 
of his home village on a sunny day. Feeling a cold draft about his 
knees, he looks down and sees that he is naked. Everyone he knows is 
staring at him and laughing.  

Example: Orlanthi. The character is walking in a field. As he walks, a 
row of earth suddenly collapses downward several feet. The row is 
three meters wide, and stretches as far as the character can see. It 
lies along a north-northwest/south-southeast axis. As the character 
approaches the sunken area, a feeling of doom comes over him. His 
point of view is swept down, carried inexorably into the earth. Down 
below is a long tunnel; a weird mottled glow makes vision possible. 
The character's point of view helplessly moves north. Time becomes 
strange; it's hard to tell how long this is taking.  With an explosion 
of dirt and pebbles the character suddenly finds himself in a large 
chamber. His priest and fellow Initiates are there, but they look 
strange; their clothes are in a very old style. All seem to be almost 
unable to move as a half-seen horror rampages among them, finally 
snuffing out the lamps that light the chamber.  

Notes on Running Dreams: In my experience, it's best to take players 
out of earshot of the group when running a dream; dreams tend to be 
private, after all. Then too, if the character has to *tell* the 
others in the group about the dream, some details are almost always 
unintentionally altered (which I find very interesting). Players often 
try to take some sort of action in a dream; it can be difficult to 
decide how to handle this. My suggestion is to allow as much latitude 
as possible, but attempts by the player to "milk" the dream for 
prophecy should end the dream immediately.  

Again, not all in-game dreams are particularly meaningful. In fact, 
most of them shouldn't be. And just as not every real-world person 
remembers their dreams, so too should some characters dream less than 
others.

VIII. Ruins On The Peak

Assuming that the party decides to help the strangers, the next step 
is to search. The odd-looking mountain peak is their eventual goal, 
and eventually the strangers will steer them towards it. However, the 
party is free to follow whatever search pattern they wish. Other 
encounters may be inserted at this time. A meeting with a group of 
bandits, for example, could provide excitement and combat, if that's 
what the party craves. The strangers are likely to excel in any combat 
situation, of course. In combat Sir Leeala takes the lead among her 
group, and Hurlan tends to hang back unless necessary. Grond stands 
near him to protect. In any case, Leeala will take no chance with 
Hurlan's safety if it can possibly be avoided.  

The peak is difficult to approach. Only from the south can it be 
reached -- beyond it and surrounding it are even steeper mountains 
which are extremely sheer and dangerous.  

Close inspection reveals an ancient path to the mountaintop, however, 
and as the party comes closer it is clear that there is some sort of 
ruined stone building on the peak. The top is flat, and large boulders 
have been set around the edges providing a natural-looking 
crenelation.  

The path ends in a ledge about ten meters below the peak. The ledge is 
fairly large; about ten meters long and crescent-shaped, hugging the 
mountain. The cliffside is steep, but not unclimbable.  

There are a few points of interest on this ledge, if anyone cares to 
look. For one thing, it offers a perfect view of the only approach -- 
this would be a great place to defend from attackers. There are a 
couple of large semi-circular cuts at the top of the cliff; these are 
positioned facing the path up. War-minded PCs may deduce that these 
would allow defenders of the mountain to pour boiling liquids down on 
attackers. Fortunately there is no sign that the place has seen 
traffic for a long time.  

IX. Stair In Air

A successful Search or Scan reveals scraps of decayed hardwood at the 
base of the cliff; these are the rotten scraps of what was once a 
removable wooden staircase to the mountaintop. Pegs (long since gone) 
joined the stair to holes carved into the mountainside. A Scan or 
Search turns up those holes, too, which ascend upward and to the left.  

This is the first point at which the temporal difference between the 
strangers and the party becomes manifest. When the ghosts came to this 
area long ago, the stairs were still there; completely rotten and 
unsafe, but still partially standing. They still see these "ghost 
stairs", but the stairs are completely intangible to them. They find 
this to be a fascinating phenomenon, and spend some time running their 
hands and other objects through the inanimate phantom. To the PCs they 
will seem to be waving their hands through empty air near the wall, 
and dropping various objects onto the ground for no reason. If they 
inquire, the strangers are perfectly willing to discuss the matter. 
Since they don't remember their previous visit, however, they're 
likely to assume that the difference is simply that they are 
Westerners and sorcerers, and the party are barbarians.  

X. A Remarkable Vista

The view at the top of the plateau is remarkable. To the south 
stretches the path that the characters approached by. Jagged mountain 
peaks lie in every other direction. The plateau itself is about twenty 
meters across at its widest point, and is roughly triangular. Large 
boulders ring the area, and at the south end the ruined wreckage of a 
cauldron lies near one of the channels at the edge. Anyone skilled in 
the art of war realizes that this is an ideal point to defend.  

The ruins of an ancient shrine occupy the north end of the plateau. 
The ruins are of weathered stone; a Search of the ruins takes an hour. 
Success turns up a number of interesting items: 

A cracked sheet of stone with an air rune inscribed on it in an 
ancient style 

A fine bronze goblet that has been flattened under a rock 

Several medium-sized bones. A successful Animal Lore identifies these 
as of a large feline; a special or critical further identifies the 
bones as those of a shadowcat. They are over a hundred years old, and 
very brittle.  

Part of a stone frieze, depicting a cloud with a bolt of lightning 
emerging.  

A golden circlet, half-mangled under a rock. The runes of air, 
mastery, and air are repeated around its circumference. The circlet is 
approximately six inches in diameter. An astute observer might guess 
that this was a collar for a special shadowcat, probably an Orlanthi 
familiar.  

Beyond the ruins, the north edge of the plateau drops away 
precipitously. It reveals a startling sight: hundreds of meter below 
lies a narrow hidden valley.  

XI. The Valley 
                                    
The valley is small, about 1,500 meters along the long axis and 500 
meters across at the widest point (in the middle). It is completely 
walled by towering mountains on every side, so high that it receives 
full sunlight throughout for only three or four fours of the day; long 
dark shadows creep across it in the morning and late afternoon. A 
small dark-blue river runs through it lengthwise, coming out of rock 
at one end and going underground again at the other side. The grass is 
thick, covering most of the valley floor like a rug; it may be an 
effect of the sunlight, but the grass is a dark blue-green, and gives 
an impression of cold.  

The valley floor is dotted with patches of stone. Most of them are 
near the river. Those who make a special Scan or better (or use the 
Farsee spell) can see that some of the rocks are laid out in 
unnaturally rectangular patterns; they seem to be ruins.  

There is a carved rock staircase on the edge of plateau, leading down 
toward the valley. It is broad at the top, and narrows as it winds 
back and forth further down; in many places it is cut deeply into the 
rock of the mountain, with stone walls rising more then a meter on the 
outer edge (the inner wall being the mountain itself, of course).  

Hundreds of meters down the stairs reach a large semi-circular stone 
patio on the valley floor. The patio is almost perfectly smooth, and 
ten meters across at the base; it is obviously not natural.  

The view from the floor of the valley is as spectacular as from above, 
but in a different way: dark walls of stone tower overhead in every 
direction, and in the bright sun the peaks throw dark shadows that 
sweep swiftly across the ground. It *is* a little colder down here, 
and the colors seem both darker and more lush.  

A survey of the valley could easily take weeks. A quick search reveals 
a few things not visible from the top of the mountain: 

There are definitely no entrances or exits from the valley. On closer 
inspection the patches of stone turn out to be ruins; the nearest ones 
seem to have been storehouses.  

As it seemed from above, the river emerges from the cliff wall at the 
northern point of the and flows across the length of it. At the 
southern end the river flows into a very small lake; a large opening 
in the wall of the cliff shows where the water flows away underground.  

There are a number of cave openings visible along the walls of the 
valley.  They're of varied size, and the party could easily spend a 
season or longer investigating them all (if they do, these may serve 
as the basis of possible future adventures in the valley). One of the 
largest lies near the base of the stairs, leading in to the mountain 
that the ruined shrine stands on. It's the closest cave, and on 
inspection the entrance looks a bit odd. As the party approaches it, 
they see that although the entrance is about five meters across and 
three meters high, there is a wall closing it off two meters beyond 
the edge. In that wall is a large stone door. Engraved on the door are 
the Runes of Orlanth: Movement, Air, Air, and Mastery. The door is 
ajar.  

See Section XVII: Notes for the history of the valley.  

XII. The Caverns Below 

The entrance to the cave is a large finished-stone passageway, three 
meters wide and high, sloping gently downward. It goes straight into 
the mountain for 20 meters, and then opens into a large circular room. 
The room is filled with wreckage. A Search takes an hour; success 
turns up a great deal of undistinguished rubbish, moldy scraps of 
food, old wastes, smashed crockery, and scraps of a slashed tapestry. 
Piecing the tapestry together takes another hour, and a successful INT 
x 3 roll; if more than one person works on the project, the person in 
charge may add the Knowledge bonuses of all helpers to the number 
(i.e. he must roll under (his INT x 3) + (Knowledge bonuses of all 
helpers)).  

The tapestry is missing several large pieces, and is stained and 
defiled.  Nonetheless it shows a scene that is easily recognizable by 
Orlanthi; the young Orlanth Adventurous in the Middle Air, doing 
battle with the twin spirits of Drought and Despair. Non-Orlanthi 
recognize this scene from Godtime legend with a successful World Lore 
roll.  

There are three exits on the far side of the chamber. Each is finished 
stone, 3 meters wide and 3 meters high. The one to the left goes 
straight north for five meters and is thoroughly blocked by rubble 
from a cave-in at that point.  

The middle passage also leads straight north. After ten meters doors 
open up on the left and right; there are six doors on each side. The 
rooms on the left are former dormitories, the ones on the right are 
storehouses; all have been thoroughly looted and trashed. A long 
search in a room might turn up some object of *very* minor interest, 
but that's all.  

At the end of the corridor is a large alcove. A huge broken statue 
occupies a meter-high circular basin of stone; the statue is a 
representation of Orlanth with his foot on the neck of a Chaotic water 
demon. Water from a spout in the wall once filled the basin, but now 
drains backward through a crack and into the rubble-filled passageway 
beyond. No further passage is possible in that direction.  

The right passage from the central chamber slopes downward and to the 
right.  Ten meters along the slope turns into a broad winding stair. 
The stairs descend another twenty-five meters (about ten more meters 
straight down).  

The stairs open out onto a vast, shadowy cavern. Natural pillars of 
stone rise to the ceiling ten meters above. The caverns extend far 
beyond the light that any lamp or torch can provide.  

A large natural-stone chamber opens in the rock wall to the left. The 
chamber is oval, with a flat finished-stone floor. The floor is 
covered with debris of all kinds: scraps of clothing, broken bits of 
armor, chunks of old bone, broken weapons, parts of skeletons, and 
other unidentifiable detritus. Against the far wall is a broken table 
of stone.  

The most notable feature of the room is a huge, perfect tunnel that 
enters it at a 15 degree angle from below. It is perfectly circular, 
with a three-meter diameter.  

This is the place where the Hurlan and his party died. As soon as they 
enter it, Hurlan stops stock-still and announces that the Pangyricon 
is near -- he's not sure how he knows, but he does. A few minutes 
later, Leeala hears a sound from outside the room; when they listen, 
Hurlan and Grond hear it too.  It is the sound of the chaos horrors 
that slew them long ago. The party hears nothing, of course -- there's 
nothing there but memories.  

Memories can be dangerous to ghosts, though. As the party watches, the 
Westerners re-live their deaths. From the perspective of the PCs, it 
looks as if invisible, inaudible monsters attack their friends and 
rend them to pieces. Yet Hurlan, Leeala, and Grond clearly seem to see 
their opponents, and fight back. One by one they are overborne.  

Note: The GM should select an appropriate level of violence for this 
scene. It should be made clear that the Westerners are extremely 
powerful and skilled; that makes their defeat even more dismaying. If 
limbs fly across the room and huge wounds tear through armor, the 
effect can be quite dramatic. The party will likely attempt to 
interfere in this grim reenactment. They are unable to affect the 
invisible opponents, and likewise cannot be affected by them. The 
ghosts also become less tangible as they fight; at best, only partial 
contact can be made. For example, a Healing spell has only a momentary 
effect, the wounds opening up again after a round or so (since no Heal 
was cast when the Westerners actually died, 100 years ago). If a 
character comes too close to Leeala's whirling bastard sword, they 
feel a mild pain as they are unintentionally struck; but the blade 
doesn't do more than a point or two of actual damage.  

As each of the Westerners die their bodies fall back onto a partial 
skeleton -- their own.  

It is not necessarily impossible for the party to save the Westerners, 
but it takes great imagination and ingenuity. If they do succeed, 
however, Hurlan and the others are revealed as ghosts -- and fading 
ones, at that. Before they fade from sight Hurlan pleads for the party 
to find and use the Pangyricon so that they may go to their rest.  

XIII. Search...  

The party is alone in the silent chamber. The walls are covered with 
elaborate bas-relief carvings, all of which have been roughly smashed 
and defiled. An hour of study and a successful INT x 3 roll (INT x 5 
for Orlanthi or Asrelia worshiper) allows PCs to deduce that these 
are images from the religious history of Orlanth and Asrelia.  

Against the far wall is a large stone altar, which is also smashed and 
defiled. The altar stands a meter away from the wall; on the floor 
between the altar and wall a faint pattern may be discerned with a 
successful Search roll. Three runes are visible on the surface: 
Fertility, Earth and Luck (Asrelia's runes). On extremely close 
observation it can be seen that a fine crack marks out a square area 
surrounding the runes. Even the most dim PC is likely to suspect 
(correctly) that they've discovered a trap door.  

A successful Devise is necessary to open the door; it slides slightly 
under the altar and opens downward. A wooden ladder leads down into a 
small room.  

The room is very full; boxes and crates lie everywhere. One of the 
boxes is actually a coffin, containing nothing but dust: the remains 
of Urtock Ettimore. An ancient leather book binding rests at the foot 
of the coffin, but the pages have long since flaked away into dust.  

This is a treasure room. As such it can contain almost anything that 
the GM wishes. One thing that it certainly contains, however, is the 
Pangyricon: a beautiful golden mechanism of intricate cogs and wires, 
with a large globe of crystal in the center. See Section XVII: Notes 
for the history of the Pangyricon.  

Other possible contents include books, scrolls, gems, money, potions, 
ancient pots of woad, jewelry, etc. Some special possible items: 

1. A bronze amulet on a silver chain with a stylized Air rune engraved 
on it.  This is a matrix for the spirit magic spells Heal 4, Vigor 2, 
and Endurance 2. Also within is a Spell Spirit Binding, containing a 
spirit with a POW of 21, INT 17. These enchantments are tied together 
with several conditions: 

        A. The amulet may only be used by a devout Orlanthi of 
Initiate rank or higher.  

        B. Upon command the spirit casts spells from the matrices upon 
the wearer of the amulet. The wearer need only name the spell in 
Stormtongue.  

        C. The spirit can be taught other spells, which it casts upon 
the wearer when the spell's name is spoken by the wearer in 
Stormtongue.  

        D. If the wearer breaks their vows to Orlanth, the spirit is 
immediately released and attacks the wearer. If successful, it 
possesses the body and immediately commits suicide. It then returns to 
the amulet.  

2. A hinged frame of a silvery metallic material: the Silver Cage. The 
frame is strangely shaped, almost organic in appearance (reminiscent 
of the works of H.R. Giger), and is indestructible by any normal 
means. Once unfolded, it reveals itself as a tenuous framework 
designed to clasp about the head and torso of any humanoid creature. 
In front, at the mid-point of the chest, is a large pale blue jewel.  

The device is magical, of course. It allows the user to manifest part 
of their soul as a separate entity, in some ways resembling a fetch; 
this creature could be called a homunculus. The user clamps on the 
device and sacrifices POW to it; each point requires an hour to 
expend. The process is not painful, but there is a feeling of slight 
queasiness and an unpleasant tickling feeling around the heart.  

The user may sacrifice as many points of permanent POW as desired. One 
point always goes to the device itself, and the remaining points are 
used to create the homunculus. The more points that are used to 
create the creature, the stronger it is.  

Homunculi have strange powers and characteristics. Their form is 
usually an ugly combination of the user and some animal form that 
reflects the darker aspects of the basic personality of the user; 
vultures, wolves, and even trolls are not unknown. But the homunculus 
cannot be mistaken for a natural creature, except in shadow at night.  

Homunculi characteristics:

STR: 1d4 per point of POW sacrificed
CON: 1d6 per point of POW sacrificed
SIZ: 1 per point of POW sacrificed
INT: 1/2 user's INT
POW: 1 per point of POW sacrificed
DEX: 3d6 + 12
APP:1/2 user's APP
               
Move: 3

Special: Perception +30%, Stealth +50.

Dodge: 75%+

Attack: Two claw attacks per round at 50%+. Damage is 1d6 + bonus, if 
any.  

Homunculi live on blood. They must spend most of their time in contact 
with their master's skin, and drink small amounts of blood frequently.  
The amount taken is not enough to cause noticeable weakness, but the 
master does gain a small and unusual permanent mark where the 
homunculi feeds. If it is able to drink from others, a homunculus can 
and will drink all blood available, killing the victim. At such times, 
the stomach of the homunculus grows grossly out of proportion to 
accommodate large quantities of liquid. The distension passes within a 
day or so.

The advantages of having a homunculus are many. The master can 
perceive through the senses of the homunculus. The homunculus is 
able to spend one hour away from the master per point of POW that it 
possesses. When attacked by magic or spirits, the master adds the POW 
of the homunculus to his own, as long as the homunculus is touching 
his skin. The homunculus cannot provide magic points or spell 
knowledge to the master, but it can learn spells on its own and cast 
them at will. Emotion-affecting spells such as Befuddle, Demoralize, 
and Fanaticism do not affect homunculi (though their masters can still 
be affected). Homunculi are immune to normal weapons, just as 
werewolves are. Both the homunculus and the master are immune to all 
normal diseases.  

As long as the homunculus exists, its master cannot die. Serious 
injury, unconsciousness, and dismemberment are possible, but the body 
cannot completely die while the homunculus lives.  

While the homunculus touches the skin of its master, the master 
regenerates magic points and heals twice as quickly as usual.  

The drawbacks of creating a homunculus are less obvious, but quite 
serious.  The homunculus is evil, and will warp the creator over 
time. When it has the chance, it feeds on the blood of others; they 
particularly prefer the blood of newborn children. A homunculus might 
sneak off at night while its master sleeps and kill a baby with the 
master never realizing it -- though disturbing dreams would probably 
result. Eventually the master recognizes the truth.  

In many ways homunculi reflect the darkest side of their creators, 
both mentally and emotionally. Their deepest loyalty is to the entity 
in the jewel in the silver cage, however: a being of pure evil. Every 
homunculus works to turn its creator towards evil, with the ultimate 
goal of gaining another worshiper for the jewel and eventually 
releasing the spirit trapped inside.  Despite appearances, the spirit 
is not chaotic.  

Natural animals instinctively fear and hate homunculi and their 
creators.  They are much more likely to flee than attack.  

If a homunculi is killed, its master dies immediately unless a CON x 1 
roll is made. If the roll is made, the master lives but is permanently 
insane -- a vegetable.  

The Silver Cage was stored here for safekeeping, to be kept forever 
unused.  

3. A large box filled with large lozenge-shaped objects wrapped in 
extremely fine paper and cloth. A smell of violets comes from the 
packages. They are cakes of scented soap used by courtiers of long 
ago. Much of their virtue has been lost over time, but they are still 
worth a few wheels to the right people.  

4. A fan made with a feather from every feathered species on earth. 
The owner will never be attacked by any flying thing.  

XIV. Release?  

At this point the has two major options. They may take as much loot as 
they can carry and leave the valley, or they may attempt to use the 
Pangyricon -- keeping in mind that they cannot be certain that the 
golden clockwork device actually *is* the Pangyricon. Which it is.  

Several levers and buttons protrude from the Pangyricon. If any are 
pressed, the Pangyricon activates. The wheels and cogs go round and 
round. A musical clockwork noise begins, faint at first but getting 
louder and louder. Slowly a tiny golden light forms in the heart of 
the crystal globe at the center of the device. As minutes pass, the 
light expands. Before much longer, it grows beyond the confines of the 
globe; moments later, it exceeds the boundaries of the Pangyricon 
altogether.  

At some point an attempt may be made to halt or reverse this process. 
No amount of pushing, pulling, punching, twisting, or otherwise 
manipulating any part of the Pangyricon has any effect. Nor can it be 
destroyed by any normal means.  

Should anyone make contact with the light, they suffer no ill effects. 
A mild feeling of well-being is the only noticeable result. The light 
continues to expand, until it fills the room entirely. As it passes 
over the bones of the dead sorcerers, a shifting mist seems to seep 
upward from each of them. The mist coalesces into a glowing image of 
the Westerners, and with a look of transcendental release, their 
spirits pass upward through the roof and (presumably) into Solace.  

If the players do not use the Pangyricon, the souls of the Westerners 
are not released. As years pass, their ragged ghosts periodically 
haunt the countryside, frightening wayfarers with their desperate 
pleas for help.  

XV. Down In The Valley...  

A final encounter remains in the valley. Although the tide of chaos 
which long ago infested the valley has receded greatly over the 
years, it is not entirely gone. A small tribe of scorpion men still 
lives in the caves on the far end of the valley (as far from the 
former Orlanthi holy places as possible). They have finally noticed 
the strangers in their valley.  

If a final combat is desired, the scorpion men may attack as the party 
exits the cave. Alternatively, the party may see the scorpion men at 
sufficient distance to be able to escape the valley without combat, at 
the GM's option.  If so, the extermination of the tribe remains as a 
possible future adventure.  

XVI. Home 

On returning home, the party is thanked profusely for saving Bendal. 
The widow gladly gives the promised rewards, including pies. If the 
party released the spirits of the sorcerers, they may bask in the 
knowledge of a deed well done -- or worry that they have compromised 
their faith by trafficking with sorcerers. If they did not release the 
sorcerers, they may occasionally be troubled by nightmares -- and 
should they ever travel in the mountains again at this time of year, 
they catch glimpses of the ghosts of Hurlan and the others, looking at 
them in the night with sorrowful faces.  

XVII. Notes 

History of the shrine and the valley: Two hundred and seventy years 
ago, a Wind Lord with a reputation for add behavior named Forenn 
Windvoice had a dream: a vision of a hidden fastness beneath a spire 
reaching to the sky. He followed his dream into the mountains, and 
after searching for sixty-six days discovered the mountain that he 
named Wind Fang and the valley of Orlanth's Hold.  

There he established a hidden Orlanthi stronghold. Why he did so is 
open to question; at the time the Lunar Empire did not threaten the 
region, and worship of Orlanth was both legal and widely practiced. 
Nonetheless Windvoice was able to persuade a number of Initiates to 
join him in building a secret religious retreat where he expounded on 
a mysterious entity called "Dream Wind". Above the retreat he built 
the Shrine of the Fang, to allow worship ceremonies to be held close 
to Orlanth. The shrine also served as a watchtower and defense against 
the only practical approach to the valley. The cave complex in the 
base of Wind Fang mountain was used for storage and living quarters; 
as the community grew, new buildings were built in the valley and 
other caves were occupied. The increasing population made it possible 
to build a small temple in the original caverns.  

Forenn ruled the valley for twenty-seven more years. When he died, his 
son Thalt Forennsson, a Storm Voice (priest of Orlanth) led the people 
of the valley. Though he assumed the rulership at an early age (having 
become a priest only a few weeks before Forenn died), he ruled well, 
and for thirty-six years the community prospered under him.  
                              
The next ruler of the valley was Balt the Brave. A Wind Lord like his 
grandfather before him, Balt aggressively expanded the community of 
the valley. He made numerous trips to the outer world, recruiting many 
Orlanthi into the retreat. In his day all of the caves in the valley 
were inhabited, and many were dug out and expanded. New housing filled 
the valley, and warriors spent countless hours in training. The people 
of the valley were becoming a small and highly skilled army of 
Orlanthi.  

During all those years, the secret of the valley was kept. But in the 
sixty-third year since its founding, the valley faced a crisis: the 
population was so large that it was no longer possible to grow 
sufficient food in the valley for their needs. It was necessary to 
import food from outside. It is conjecture, but highly probably 
conjecture, that at this point the secret of the valley got out.  

For five years, nothing happened. When disaster came, however, it came 
rapidly. A drought reduced the river to a trickle, causing many of the 
crops and herd animals to die; more food was imported, but at a 
ruinous cost.  Shortly thereafter, the first few people got sick.  

The Plague -- there is no other word for it -- spread through the 
valley like wildfire. No one knew how Malia worshipers could have 
spread the disease, but there was little doubt of the source of the 
sickness. A delegation was prepared to recruit Chalana Arroy healers 
to come to the valley from the outside world.  

But as the delegation was being blessed in the Cave Temple, there was 
a deafening crash and explosion of noxious mist. Krarshtkids poured 
into the Temple, followed by other chaos horrors. The Orlanthi fought 
valiantly, but were hopelessly overmatched. The sick soon joined their 
healthy comrades in death.  
                     
Balt led the few remaining Orlanthi up the stairs of Mount Wind Fang, 
to the sanctuary of the shrine. There on the mountaintop they looked 
down towards the south, only to see a swarm of chaos monsters coming 
up from outside the valley. Retreating back to the Shrine of the Fang, 
they held their desperate last stand.  

Their defense lasted for three days. One by one they fell, as many of 
them dying from the plague as from the spells of their enemies. Last 
to fall was Balt, struck in the breast by the acid pseudopod of a 
gorp. As the armies of chaos trampled over his body to enter the 
shrine, thunder roared and lightning flashed from the sky. As the bolt 
struck the shrine, the roof fell in, crushing the krajalki within.  

And there matters lay. A few people in the outside world knew of the 
existence of the valley, but kept the secret; chaos creatures stalked 
the valley, but as time passed many of them killed each other off, and 
many more failed for lack of food and victims until the chaotic 
population fell to the present low level.  

History of the Pangyricon: Long ago in the West, a group of sorcerers 
developed strange insights and a peculiar interpretation of reality. 
They formed The Circle, a cabal of wizards who practiced unusual 
magics and HeroQuests in pursuit of their metaphysical view: the 
Authorian Legend. To that end, they manufactured the Pangyricon (among 
other objects).  

Much of the lore of The Circle has been lost since their strange 
disappearance. Some scholars believe that they came too close to the 
forbidden RuneQuest Sight of the God Learners. Others believe that they 
simply left Time in order to concentrate their studies in Godtime. No 
one knows the truth.  

But as far as it is understood, The Circle believed that the world was 
on the most basic level a product of Mind: a fiction, written and 
arranged in the fabric of reality. Some believe that they felt that 
this work could be amended, even completely re-written; some suggest 
that The Circle believed that the Will of more than one Author was 
loose upon the world, and that their role was to help the true Creator 
to refine and implement the great Plot.  

Thus, the Pangyricon. The name is not an accurate one; a closer 
rendition of the metaphysical phrase that described this tool might be 
"Implement of Appropriate Transitions", or possibly "Transforming Plot 
Hook".  

One thing is certain: the behavior of the Pangyricon is not easily 
predictable. No rules seem to govern its functioning, unless they are 
the obscure and virtually incomprehensible rules of the Authorian 
Legend.  According to some ancient scrolls it requires a full season 
to re-charge itself after use, but this has not been confirmed. A wild 
number of effects have been attributed to it, from the destruction of 
an entire army to the removal of a wart. More disturbing are 
suggestions that it can effect extremely subtle alterations in the 
personalities and viewpoints of individuals. The limits on the power 
of the Pangyricon are not known, but some have argued that its 
apparent powers may be a matter of fortuitous timing more than any 
ability of the device itself.  

A comparatively recent record which mentions the Pangyricon gives a 
third-hand recounting of the attempt of Jick Lokarian, a barbarian 
priest of "knowledge", to analyze the device using primitive divine 
magics. According to the notes of the Wizard Atranine Throckmore, the 
priest reported that the device was powerless, its only magical 
property being the false appearance of magical power (that the priest 
failed to note that such a property would itself be ipso facto 
magical, and therefore not false, it a typical example of sloppy 
barbarian thinking). The device was apparently activated as the spell 
ended, without apparent result. An appendix added thirty years after 
original publication mentions a report of a song dating from 
approximately that period which told of a priest named Jick who 
returned home one day to find that no one in his family knew him or 
remembered him at all. The nature of this data is too tenuous and 
indirect to allow any definitely conclusion to be drawn.  

There is little solid evidence on which to judge the Pangyricon. The 
ones most likely to answer questions are no longer available to do so; 
nonetheless, it may be fortunate that no members of The Circle remain 
in the world. Given this lack of information, the wisest course of 
action for any field investigator encountering the Pangyricon is to 
refrain from activating it unless faced with a situation of absolute 
desperation.  

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