This is an old revision of the document!
| page_settings | |
|---|---|
| admin_only | 1 |
1 Crimson Harvest, 52
Played June 3, 2025
The Wagon is a horse drawn hulking metal cell with a singular door sealed from the outside The horses are sturdy with curling hair around their hooves a dappled silver and black. There are no windows or bars but there are a pair of long benches with loops of chains that are fastened beneath the bench.
Notes: Employ the use of razor cuffs and blindfolds if characters give trouble (DC 25 Dex or Strength , AC12 with 30 hp immunity to poison and psychic damage)
Angst Spotlights tall stone fence with guard towers 3 story stone building
Lakeside with a mix of sand and snow
50 Enforcers Strike them if they speak with a baton.
Bald MesudWarden of the Inpatient Rehabilitation Facilities Halfling in his late 80s
His brown eyes deviate outward, each looking in different directions. His upright posture coupled with his enforcer uniform makes him look very tense. His uniform is decorated with several badges and medals. He has a small chin and a round face. The long tips of his ears have been cut or shaven off and are currently as short as that of a human. As he approaches the characters, read or paraphrase the text below to your players:
Bald Mesud puts the bloodwork pistol that he is holding in its holster attached to his belt. Then, he takes one last drag om the cigarette hanging off his lips, inhales sharply and holds it at his side. He stops before the new arrivals, emanating an aura of confidence. He eyes you all carefully and starts to talk in a determined voice: “Disobedience, misdemeanor, and devilment shall all be punished. I am the law and I am the executioner within these walls. Act like an animal, and you will be treated like one. Dismissed.” He then flicks the cigarette at you and turns away.
he enforcers start to uncuff the newcomers. Bald Mesud lights another cigarette with his angst lighter, in which a mechanism inside the lighter spills a few drops of blood on the angst crystal within. The reaction sparks a flame
A young and anxious festival goer (human, neutral
good, commoner) in acrobat's clothing turns and runs for the gates with the grace of a bird taking flight. The prisoners watching behind bars yell and cheer for the runner, one of them exclaiming. “We have a runner!” Bald Mesud draws his bloodwork pistol and shoots the runner without even looking. The bullet pierces the runner’s throat but doesn’t kill him. While an enforcer is going toward the runner who is now choking on his own blood, Bald Mesud orders the enforcer to leave them be. It will take 1d4 hours for the runner to die, which the characters will be able to witness through the windows of their cell. Bald Mesud leaves the scene, going back to the guardhouse with his cigarette hanging off his lips. The enforcers lead the newcomers into the prison, accompanied by the gurgling sounds of the runner laying on the ground; no help will come for him. The enforcers stop those who try to help the dying, unfortunate man
Yet another wagon of festival goers arrive and Bald remarks there is not enough space in the cells.
'we will have to make due'…
“No I think I have an idea.”
Julian DubielGuard driving the Patrol Wagon Klemens_Wilczek Guard accompanying the Patrol Wagon
