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Hey Pig Part 1
Pig, Piggy, Pig, Pig, Pig

A small contingent of Blademarks arrive in Ghostwater and a representative of the house Deneith is beginning to unsettle the towns most unsavoury citizens, which seems to be a good fair number of the town. This may be due to the fact that, as is well known within the camp and often the joked about, the worst that could happen would be the arrival of a Sentinel Marshal.

Session end DM Notes

  • Found Kobolds with ‘infection’
  • Pottered around town, establishing contacts, connections etc
  • Evening at the Dog… dragonborn arrival, more infection
  • Telepathically summoned to a meeting with Delphi
  • Requested by Delphi to find a missing caravan and prevent further attacks, suspect Kobolds
  • Later that day PC’s will be provided with travel papers and guide to the general area
  • PC’s will need to find a method to locate possible Kobold warren and retrieve the goods, if found
  • Delphi has requested the PC’s keep the details of their mission and the fact dragonshards may be involve a secret
Hey Pig: Part 2
Dear Ma and Pa.

Don’t really know why I’m writing this letter, it’s not like I’m ever likely to send it, but it’s the middle of the night and I’m sat here in the back of beyond unable to sleep cause there’s damn flies everywhere, and that bloody Blademark decided it’d be a good idea to set up a security alarm so when that giant spider wandered past – anyway the point is I’m awake.

On the off chance this letter does get sent, I guess I shouldn’t mention where I am, sorry. I’m fine and well though. Or at least I was until a crazy psychic lady roped me into a thing. Now I’m stuck in the jungle with this lot for company! And did I mention the flies? Delphi was her name, and apparently a whole load of Dragonshards have up and disappeared. She reckons Kobolds have run off with the caravan carrying them, and she expects us lot to bring them back! It’s funny though, she was very convincing at the time. Oh she also said not to mention this to anyone, so don’t tell no one okay?

It’s been a bit of a day actually. That Delphi woman probing my thoughts was just the start of it. The dwarf only went and got hold of a Kobold tracking pig called Martha, as well as a big tub of oil or something. Between the dwarf, the pig and the oil any Kobolds’ll smell us coming a mile off! Anyway, we had to test out the tracking skills of this pig before leaving didn’t we, so with big Red – he’s one of them Warforged – walking Martha up and down the high street, she gets all interested in Neegla’s store, and of course the lazy sod don’t open till late, we had to find our own way inside – I reckon the new skylight is just what the dingy place needed. Turns out it was a waste of time getting the pig inside anyway, she just sniffed at the floor and there were no kobolds that I saw. Maybe we’ll take the pig back later, if she survives this trip. Ziggys been acting kind of weird around her and he’s been stirring that oil. Not like she’s even our pig. We ‘borrowed’ her off a fella called Breadloaf. I doubt the drunken halfling’ll notice if she don’t come back though.

Tomorrow we’re off in search of these Kobolds. See if they took them Dragonshards. Sooner we find them the sooner we can get back I guess.

Love Kal. X X X

Demon Seed
Around lunch time in the bustling town of Ghostwater the towns spiritual leader, Bother Wallace, exited the Grand Central Hotel patting his forehead with a dirty rag. Hearing a commotion he looked up to witness an astounding sight. At the back of the barracks across the street there were sudden shouts as a cloud of black smoke seemed to shoot up into the sky and pause there. He quickly realised however that it was not smoke but a swarm of the now prevalent flies the town seemed to be cursed with. Wallace as well as everyone else in the nearby vicinity quickly disbursed grabbing whatever cover they could find as the swarm flooded the main street and swirled off into the blue beyond.
Kobolds, skeletons and demon flies... oh my
A stream of thought

There they are… warforged, tiefling, dwarf, human, blademark... hell’s teeth – where did the minotaur come from? Maybe he’s a friend of Denny’s, maybe Nafez sent him, he was certainly interested in what this lot was up to. Oh well, time for the talking stuff. At least I’ll be able to get of this hell’s cursed smoke creature, damn my arse hurts. Never liked them, even when they were made of flesh, never mind this god’s cursed smoke. What was that warforged’s name again… oh yes Red.

Why are we waiting like this – the hells-damned reptiles are right there for all to see. What in hell’s name does that runty little human hope to achieve? Maybe I should just charge in. Oh Orcus’s balls he’s been seen, now lets watch them gut him where he stands, should be funny. By the Traveller he’s actually pretty good with those tiny blades. Okay then, time to kill some kobolds. Damn it that minotaur is going to get himself killed if he goes on like that. Whore’s piss this reptile is a tough little bastard, let’s see what he feels like without any teeth. Gods that felt good, that one was for you Thadeus. Rat bastard little reptiles don’t deserve to live. Shit is that it… over too soon.

And again they arse about, rooting through the pockets of kobolds as if the crown jewels of Cyre might be there. By the Devourer’s teeth what a waste of time. Well hells take them I’m going to see where that rat’s piss little reptile went.

Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh…. shit, fuck, hell’s teeth, RRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!

By all the boils in a hag’s crotch, what was that? Ha, at least it wasn’t just me – that warforged looks like he won’t stop this side of the Adder River. And the bull looks like he’ll spend the night in Newthrone itself. Well lets see if that demon-born warlock knows his magic.

Orcus’s blood that sounds like the walking dead, thrice cursed boils on a whore’s arse I hate those things. Use it like a staff you useless bag of swamp piss, the blade will just go through them. Well at least they go down like anything else. Oh hell’s teeth it’s still moving, why won’t these things stay dead.

So the tiny human has decided to explore the kobolds tunnels while the reptiles are still in them. Stupid little bastard. Brave maybe, but definitely stupid. Shit that demon-spawn packs a punch in those mystic blasts. Don’t get on the wrong side of him. Curse it no one is watching the other end. Hell’s teeth if the thrice damned reptiles are just going to hide in there let’s just block up the exit and leave them. Suppose I should learn this human’s name… Kalle. Fine, lets just cram a few more stones in and then find another nest.

Tiamat’s scaly tits – a fire breathing room! Only a cursed reptile would dream up something like that. And the fish-obsessed minotaur decides to stand on that hell-cursed cloth. Ha, smoked beef! Hells that sounds good. No decent meat in this pisshole backwater. But that kenku grub is alright, nicely spicy. And now they’re bickering again, hell let’s just get this over with. One, two, and… ha easy… let’s see the metal man do that. By Olladra Kalle can jump, not bad for such a small man. And Red just walks through the flames… should have let the tiefling go first – they don’t burn do they?

Gods damn it, we’re going to be surrounded. Hell’s teeth tiefling get your back up against that wall! Don’t let them get in between us. By the Fury’s swollen cock what are these things – hell warped kobolds… damn it they’re everywhere… crawling on the fish-stinking walls like flies… get a grip on yourself you stupid bastard, they’re demon-cursed kobolds but they bleed like anything else… damn it what’s wrong with you, just stick the pointy bit into the little bastard… HELL’s TEETH that hurt… okay get a grip you lump of swamp rat’s shit… damn it all to the Six, you couldn’t kill a toad in a rat pit if it jumped onto your spear itself. Woah… what was that… the warforged’s not just a lump of metal, its a healer as well. Must be a holy warrior. Well at least that’s over… don’t want to fight those little bastards again.

Ha, cursed reptile statues didn’t see that coming did they. Something down this way must be valuable. So what is this thing. Okay so Kalle is going first again. Still a stupid bastard but he’s certainly got balls. Hell’s teeth where has he gone now? Well damn it all to the hells, lets see what this is. Woah, what was that… glad I didn’t fall into that pit. But might have to send Kalle down there later to see what that was in there.

Ok so it’s a dragonborn tomb, fair enough, but Red must take his gods far too seriously. If the reptile’s bones are surrounded by gold like Kalle thinks then it’s no benefit to him in the next world. Everyone knows you only need two coins for the ferryman and a blade to face the reaper. Oh hell’s teeth not the walking dead again… quick kill it and get clear. What in the name of the Mockery is Red doing! I thought those damned holy warriors hated the walking dead. Oh by Asmodeus’s hairy balls those are Breland insignia he’s been concealing. Hell cursed rat bastard metal monstrosity, I should have known, getting others to fight his battles just like the rest of them. No doubt he’ll want the prize at the other end of it as well. Well that’s the last time I turn my back on him… Breland swine. Maybe it’s time to let these fools venture on and just go find a drink. I didn’t ask for this job and I don’t want it. Hells damned mind witch making me think that these rat’s piss reptiles mattered!


The smell from beneath the trapdoor was terrible. Or so I was told, I couldn’t really tell. I was too busy marvelling at the sword I’d been given – it fit my arm with a click. The holy symbol felt right as well.

When Kalle threw the sunrod into the hole, the depth was a little scary. It’s alright for these scrawny types, I’m not built for climbing. They tied a rope around me, and told me to belay them down, one by one. The scrawny human went first, and then the tiefling. Brok went last before me, and I swear he uttered something about pigs as he went past – maybe he wondered where Ziggy had got to?

When Brok signalled me to haul the rope up, I had a moment of panic. Who was going to belay me down? The solution came with one of those flashes I keep getting – the heavy coffin would be enough weight to allow me to rappel down the hole.

It was horrible at the bottom. There was a bunch of dragonshards in a corner, surrounded by bones and eggs. And flies. So many flies. Kalle started yanking the levers that stuck up out of the floor, and when that didn’t do anything he picked up an egg. I barely had time to move when he threw it at me; it hit the wall behind me with a crunch, and this horrible baby fly/kobold hybrid thing crawled out from the crunched eggshell. I did the only thing I could do – I stepped on it.

Brok heard noises from tunnels coming into the dungeon, and we took up battle stances, taking one tunnel each. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by these horrible little kobolds, and so were the rest of the group. I kept slugging and slugging away, trying to kill the hybrids around me and keep myself on my feet; Kalle went down and I had to revive him myself to bring him back from the brink. The flies all formed together to make a humanoid in the room, and no matter how hard we hit it, it wouldn’t go down.

One of the hybrids tried to make a break for it, and as he climbed the rope I’d left there was a loud noise, and then a splat as Ptorus landed on him, having fallen down the hole.

Ptorus aided us, but it looked like we were done for, and everyone was really hurt; and then I remembered my holy water. I threw it at the evil looking lich thing, and it went down hissing; I turned and swiped at a hybrid and that went down in a crunch of steel – and before I knew it, there was just the five of us standing there.

I looked at Brok, and dared him once more to say I’d leave the fighting for everyone else.

Where Is Everybody?

On a wet night in a side alley of Ghostwater an old miner covered by a thin scrap of blanket shivers slightly as he slips, thankfully, away into sleep. His hand slips knocking over an empty sprit bottle. It slaps into the mud just as a booted foot hits the ground beside it. Woken by the splash of mud the man looks up to see two figures silhouetted in the moonlight. Before he can utter a word a heavy club is brought down on the side of the miners head. Swiftly his body is picked up and thrown over a shoulder of one of the two. They move to a nearby door way, above it flickers a dull fairy light, and bustle inside.


After staying in the depths of the temple as long as the human could stand the smell, we climbed out, exited the tomb and got back to bright daylight. Despite finding the blademark dead in a pile of acid, we found our way out quite easily. Too easily.

Outside the temple were two dragons, a hippogriff and a whole load of trouble. They were poking around the dead kobolds, and as Ptorus spoke Draconic, he went out and tried to explain what we were doing.

He was getting nowhere, and the human Kalle was stood behind me trying to hide. Once again, I had to take the point. After confirming that they spoke common, I told them that we’d killed the kobolds. They didn’t seem too impressed with this, and demanded to see our papers. Anyway, we managed to prove to them that the kobolds had some abomination of hybrids in the temple, and Kalle handed over a piece of something he’d found outside. No wonder he was hiding – it was his bloody brother who was interviewing us.

They demanded we leave everything we took from the tomb; I knew we should have left it alone, but I decided there and then that if they wanted my sword they’d have to come and get it. Thankfully, I didn’t have to issue a challenge as the diamond looking thing Kalle handed over seemed to please them, and they left us. Martha was outside, too – and she was accompanied by some Elf looking thing. Eladrin, apparently.

So we’re walking through the jungle, trying to find our way back (bloody dead blademark) and after making camp, we got attacked by a panther. We killed it fairly easily, but it looked like Martha wasn’t going to make it – evidently the panther had wanted bacon for breakfast – but Ptorus showed me he could do the laying of hands trick as well, and the pig came back. Good job too; Breadloaf had told me that Martha wasn’t just a kobold hunting pig but a homing pig too.

So we came across a doorway in the middle of nowhere. Bloody stupid elf opens it, and proceeds to get into a fight with some crossbow bearing squirrels, some huggy envelopers and some armadillo things with rubies in their heads. Brok might not like me much, but he saw the sense I had in waiting outside, but as per usual we both got dragged in to save everyone else’s arses. After defeating them, we had to cross further into this prison thing (why on earth did we go in there), and got into another fight, but this time with some flail-snails, and some rabbits with massive horns.

I know people see me as a massive metal thing built solely for war, and maybe they are right; but even I knew this was a mistake. I hope this takes us somewhere, cos right now I just want to go back to the chapel and back to listening to people moan about God in louder and louder voices

Even deeper
Welcome to the Jungle....
From the journal of Damian Wanderworth,
renowned explorer of the Wayfarers Foundation


… book working title… “Wanderworth”

As many of my fine readers would expect my journeys have taken me far and wide across Eberron. While on these journeys some of the most unforgiving terrains I have encountered are the jungles of Xendrick and Q’Barra. WHy?… Mostly due to the fact that it is very very easy to become hopelessly lost in these places as maps are not available due to heavy vegetation making even aerial surveys difficult. Once lost the chances of survival of even the most hardy explorer dwindle as the days since you last had some remote idea of where you were increase. Thus navigation is very important to consider. In jungle navigation the ability to observe terrain features, near or far, is extremely limited. The navigator must rely heavily upon his Cannith-Positional-Pointer and the dead reckoning technique when moving in the jungle. Navigation is further complicated by the inability to make straight-line movements. Terrain analysis, constant use of the CPP, and an accurate pace count are essential to navigation in this environment.

Jungle essentials

  • A pole (8-12ft long) to probe objects in your path thus saving you from traps and other unseen dangers around every corner, from the deadly acid pits and quicksand to plants that will kill you and use you as compost
  • Plenty of rope (you never know when a few feet of rope can make the difference between living to another day or dying a slow painful death)
  • An axe and a machete (used for clearing a path through the dense jungles and setting up a basic shelter/barricade to protect yourself from the various inhabitants who would rather eat you, or poison you or both)
  • A guide (although this may seem like common-sense, you would be surprised how many people regret this oversight to late) I also cannot emphasize enough the need to have adequate protection for your guide and ensure they do not leave your sights whist you are on the trail of some fabulous artefact.
    … add more to this list later…. D


Deep in the jungle where nobody goes...
Dear Nimbleweed and Ellykins Gulnackle

I’m sorry to say I haven’t had much chance to practice my Gnomish so I hope you forgive me for writing in common. I also wish I could say that the shop you left me is doing well too, but that’d be a bit of a lie. Fran; you remember her? I married her a couple months after you two went off on your travels, well save ya congratulations, she shacked up with some bastard Orien officer, should of seen that coming though; she was always one for excitement, but that aint the half of it! That Orien bloke wanted to steal the damn shop out from under me too, God knows why, some shady development deals or something? Anyway, I don’t think I need worry about them too much now…

Oh, I’m doing a bit of travelling now too, see you two taught me plenty, I’m still following in your footsteps. I’ve no idea where in Eberron you are, maybe you’ve wound up back in Zilargo? Anyway I doubt I’ll get chance to send you this letter, but I just need something to take my mind off this damn jungle!

We’ve been stuck here for days! I’m beginning to think that the pig ain’t no homing pig at all, despite what Big Red reckons. Don’t ask! Oh, maybe you guys would recognise the weird prison thing we escaped from a few days ago. It must have been Fey made. You Gnomes’d know something about that right? There was a Gnome there too, as well as a load of creatures that’d I’ve only heard about from my Granddad’s tales of adventure! Anyway the Gnome was very helpful and we sent him on his happy way… Oh, and are scarecrows alive in the Fey world? Cause these lot here still don’t believe me that a scarecrow was talking, but after getting coated in Flumph goo Red used the scarecrow as a luffa. After that it was less talkative…

Oh we came across 3 fine looking stone picture things too. They seemed to tell a bit of a story, some of the figures looked a little fly like. Wasn’t pretty. One of the stones had a picture of a group of people, looked spookily like the rag-tag bunch I’m traipsing around this jungle with now. That was pretty unsettling. The thing that really caught my eye though was the image of a huge crown thing. It looked pretty powerful and magic and all that, but the pieces sticking out the top, you know the bits I mean? I swear I found one of them not a couple days earlier, but I kinda handed it over to my Brother when – Oh shit! I didn’t mention did I? Remember my big bro? Went off to join the army. I told you he was dead. I thought he must be. Guess not! He’s going up in the world. Him and his dragon gang are cooped up in a nearby castle he said. If we ever get out of this jungle I think I oughta pay him a visit… wont that be fun!

Well I’m sat here on a soggy rock having a rest while a couple of the others are scouting round for a place to camp, and now I can hear them bloody frogs again! Frogs that croak in tune! This jungle is weird! We already came across them, I guess it’s the same lot. They had an ugly black lizardfella with them who was doing some dodgy dancing. We was all looking down a pretty high cliff at them and I was about to mention that it was a bit strange, but ol’ Brok goes crazy and starts hurling javelins at the lizard! You can tell which is the dominant side in that half orc I tell ya! The lizardthing then explodes into a swarming mess of flies, and I remember what happened last time we met a fly-man-thing so I tried to keep well clear! Ptorus though, he was straight in there, bounding down the rocks swinging his stick at anything that came near! The Eladrin wizard, Arannis tried to freeze the fly swarm-come-lizard, and then he tried to send the whole thing to sleep, I think it worked cause the flies, sorry Brok later explained that they were Demon flies, scattered and so did all the froggie people.

They’d left behind a huge big muddy mess at the bottom of the cliff. Turned out it was full of tadpoles. Arannis sets about freezing the whole area solid. That was a bit harsh I thought, but if they’re anything like the kobold eggs we found before… best not risk a load of froggie-fliey freaks growing out of this mud.

Oh, I gotta wrap this up now, the others have come back say they’ve found a rundown old building, we’re gonna go check it out. It better be a hotel!

Love Kal. xxx


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