Shades in Cully

Back to Blumen
Home again?

Mani and Athan survived the attack by the Ratlings, but Athan was severely hampered by his back injury and was beaten unconscious. Unfortunately one of them escaped with a bleeding wound, so our adventurers moved camp just to be safe. It seems the cold snap has eased.

The next morning they departed to head back to Blumen, arriving mid day the next day. Speaking with Dara, they were given a reward for killing the Ratlings, and informed that the Druid would be in town soon. Refusing her offer to further “prove” themselves. They have retired to the Yellow Staff for some food, a bath and sleep in a bed.

Not lost yet!

The players sighted something in the tunnel, but left before it caused them any problem. However, the next night out, with the weather dropping below freezing, they were attacked by a spider, with a cats head that paralyzed Athan. They then spent a day recovering, and headed back to the town of Blumen, travelling again through the salt marshes. They got trapped in a bit of quicksand, that left Athan with a twisted back, but they got free of the marshes late in the evening…They are currently fighting ratlings….

Somewhere else?
while searching the underground chamber beneath the tower, they were beset by a caustic black slime. The volcano continues to rumble in the south. It is possible they are in the wrong place, so they head further west, encountering 2’ long flying beetles, more taint creatures. They have come upon another ruin, with a cave or chamber beneath the waves.
So Far from home

The Tower of Falpoint, eh? Scrolls of the Solitary Seraphim…could be worth something to someone. And the Hetman at Blumen said she would help us out if we found them. I had pictured some great ruin full of pre-war artifacts. Guns and “ice-boxes” and Jewel wheels…we found rats…and some kinda taint cat/dog that attacked out of the darkness. Not sure what happened, but I woke to some scuffle, and saw Mani and this thing facing each other and struggling back and forth. It practically knocked her down just by smashing its angry cat face into her chest. I used it’s distraction to run my dagger up its back. It had been stabbed pretty good through it shoulder…probably from her spear. As I came down in a smooth arc, I opened a wide gushing wound. The thing tried to get away, but had no strength, so I cut it’s throat to finish its suffering. I wonder if these taint creatures attack people hoping to get release… That was when I noticed the 4, um, kittens clinging blindly to the underside of its tail. Its a lot harder to cut things that small open, but can’t let taint beasts into the camp, as we were always told. I wonder if I’m getting good enough to teach Rathos a lesson?

The next day, up into the tower proper! but it was all but empty…Bats, Rats and their droppings. Remnants of walls, twisted doors…then I heard something…behind us. A dark colored wolf dropped from the hole in the roof above…but it wasn’t a wolf…it was hairless…its tail a dark whip, and the skin was blistered with sores and oozing pits. It snapped at Mani, while I readied my crossbow. But before I got it loaded, she ran her spear right through it’s throat! She pulled the spear free, and it gasped on the floor…foam from it’s mouth scaring and hissing on the stone floor. We began to talk about it, and the world shifted…and there was thunder…The tower was about to collapse on us so we dashed as fast as possible across the floor…but it was no longer shaking. Then we got down…stairs…

Look to the south…a black cloud with a fiery heart rising in the air, getting large as I look…and a thunder bolt began to rattle, but it went on forever…It is way south. Mani thinks maybe a fire mountain…maybe 40 or 50 miles south. That’s where Rathos’ manor was…where I came from…in a dozen days of running and hiding, getting lost…we are maybe 10 miles north of Tacama…could I have traveled 30 or 40 miles? More? less? Are the walls still there? Is anybody there…

Seemingly pointless...

Horse manure. So. I think this is going to become a catalog of “Things What Want To Eat You”… yes, we were attacked again last night. This time by some animal I had never seen or heard of… the best way to describe it would be to have you visual a wide cat head, attached to a lean hound body that sports a bushy squirrel’s tail curling up over its back. This beasts mode of attack was to push and butt with its broad head… but it could also leap into the air high enough to bite me on the neck… Athen took it down with a beautiful slice to the jugular, and then discovered it had kittens hanging in the curled tail… weird strange tainted thing. I am scratched a bit, and Little Brother took a scrape down his side, but nothing we can’t cope with. Luckily we seem to be at our limit of one attack a night and the rest of the dark hours were spent quietly.

Morning came and once the sun was up over the horizon we ventured into the tower, to discover several decaying floors so picked over by scavengers there wasn’t even fixtures in the bathrooms left. There was, however a rat nest which we declined to rummage through. While we were poking around we disturbed another strange taint beast that dropped down from a hole in the floor/ceiling above us… this one was hairless and dog like, with pustules and open sores all over its body. When it bit me, the wound itched like crazy. This time it was me with a fine strike to its chest, and when it lay on the floor dying, the spittle falling from its mouth hissed and bubbled on the floor… no wonder the wound itched.

While we were peering up into the hole, trying to decide if it was worth the effort and risk… the floor up there is in much worse shape than where we were standing… there was a distant rumble, almost like thunder, but one you could “hear” through your feet. We made a mad dash for the stairs and navigated the rot and cracks in record time thinking the building was coming down around our ears only to discover a huge column of smoke rising into the sky to the south. There is a red core to the black and gray column that does not bode well… but… it looks to be 50 miles or so south of our location. Again the ground is shaking… Little Brother is NOT happy and I can’t say that I blame him, but, I think if we stay out of the building until all is quiet we should be alright.

What a new fire mountain portends I’m not sure I want to know.

Fallpoint Tower

Our players have entered the tower above the ruined building. It appears that it has been pretty well salvaged…but the tower is not without it’s occupants…

And is that a volcano that just erupted? or something else?


We found the ruins, finally. Although wet and sticky and hoping for a chance to dry out, we took the time to scout out the area, making sure we were not walking into a warren of deviants or large, sharp toothed nasty beasties. The area seems straight forward enough, the buildings we have come to search sit along the actual lake shore, behind a stone wall that looks dug out from a hillside before the encroaching sea changed the landscape. To the west of the buildings is a good sized wood and an odd flat area that has almost no vegetation growing. To the south, between the buildings and the water, however is a vast abundance of plant life, flowers, grains, grasses in very stark contrast, and although it is still early spring, you can see a vast difference between the two areas that are separated only by a building… which… upon investigation, is filling up with dirt. You can see where there were walls and or some support frames, but there is no real interior left. The ceiling is vaulted, easily over 20 feet at its highest, with iron ribs that in many places are no longer intact and hang down like dead branches in an old pine wood. There is spore and droppings and places that look like old rats nests, we even found evidence of others building fires and using the building for shelter, but all of it looks old. In the middle of the structure is a fairly intact tower, and beneath it, on the ground floor, you can see why, it is held up by very stout stone pillars. Near which, is our entrance into the tower, and it looks like below as well… there is odd metal doors that are bent and awry which open into a pit that goes both up into the tower and down into the depths… but luckily, behind that pit is a stair well, also leading up and down. With most of the afternoon left to us, we decided to clean up and dry off before heading into the depths, but, early in the evening I heard an odd sound…. thought it was a growl…. headed around the wall to see if I could find the source and was overrun by rats! Horrible swarming rats, scrambling up, biting, trying to work their way into your armor! It was horrid! Hollering, hopping, swinging wildly I scrambled to try to get them off. Athen joined the fun and soon had his own swarm that bit him so hard he started bleeding so heavily even I could see it in the dim evening light. Not making any headway in trying to throw and stomp, I ran for the fire and began using burning branches to thwart the crazed, filthy things… and it worked, but not before Athen went down under his swarm. To make a long story short, small fires spread in an arc around our corner helped to keep the rats at bay for the rest of the night. Good pressure and packing his wounds staunched the bleeding, but it will be a while before Athen wakes up. Tomorrow we will need to boil and clean all the wounds to keep them from festering, but tonight, I sit, bundled in my coat, keeping watch for as long as possible… then, I think, I will put Little Brother on guard so that I too can catch some sleep. Hopefully the tainted, crazed things will not return. Rats. Swarmed by rats. First giant frogs, now rats… makes one wonder what is living inside the depths of the building… makes one wonder if the items offered as pay are worth the effort…

However. Everything learned is one step closer to removing the Ulpir from the world. Never think, for one moment I have forgotten.


Ugh. Wet and muddy, soaked to the skin and beyond below the knee… well… Athan is a bit wet from his drop out of the tree tops into the water, and I am covered in slime from that over grown, three eyed frog… but at least, I think, we know what direction to head.

Yesterday evening we arrived on the shores of the lake and could see the ruins and tower of Fallwick Point described to us by Dara the Pompous and Pushy. Waiting for new light we headed north around the shore like she instructed us… why we couldn’t go south, I don’t know, so north we went and propmptly found ourselves in marshy waters with hillocks of grass and trees growing out of the water. We circled around to our left trying to keep the shoreline of the lake (if you can call a not so defined line between open water and marsh a shoreline) in view. Not so easy as it sounds! In those trees somewhere we had a winged lizard swoop down on us and try to make us its next snack. Not very successfully I might add… and… we got off course. Surprise! ... and now the light is beginning to fail with not any sign of dry land anywhere. Athan, who is not necessarily the brightest spark and the master of the understatement, observed that he knew how to navigate in woods, but not swamps… being surrounded by trees, I pointed out that this WAS more like woods than swamp, so he shinnied up a tree to have a look… then promptly fell out. Down he came, screaming to splash into the water and the mud. Luckily there was enough soft to cushion his landing and nothing was broken, and luckily he saw our path, which was almost directly behind us. So we HAD missed the turning of the “shoreline”. Changing direction we continued to tromp through the ankle, and shin deep waters until the sun finished setting. But, as it got dark the nature of the trees and the land changed. We had now come into stunted pines and only inches deep water… that had a current. Oh are we daft. We should be able to follow the current back to the lake proper. Oh silly us. Anyway. We lit the lantern and continued on, as there still was no dry land. Then… out of the gloom we saw a shimmering curtain of sorts. Upon investigating we found a long metal… well… tube. It is about 12 feet at its highest point, with one end looking like it runs down into the ground and the other end crushed from the fall of something upon it, not that we can see any evidence of what that is in the dark. At least the ground within is somewhat dry. By that I mean there is no standing water…. so here we make camp… and would have had a peaceful night of it if that giant three eyed frog had not dropped onto the roof, then onto me, doing its level best to smother and wrap its folds of skin around me. I think it would have gotten me too if an elf, an honest injun elf stepped out of the darkness and shot it through its middle eye. I was amazed and grateful and embarrassed… he called me “fair one”... telling me the taint was strong but he tries, he tries when I thanked him for his help. “I believe I need to sleep now” he said, slumping against a tree, which then opened its arms (for lack of better way of describing what I saw) and wrapped itself around him. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, the bump in the tree was just gone, and so, we assume was the elf.

It is dawning now, the forest/swamp has come to life and I cannot sleep anymore. So. I think I will send Monkey Boy back up a tree to suss out our position again, hopefully he will not fall this time as there is no soft layers to catch him this time. Hopefully he can see our way to the tower. I would really like a chance to get mine and Little Brother’s feet dry.

Continuing Story...

Day 104 of the Year of the Wind…The escaped bloodstock, Athan, and the Thane of the Horseriders, Mani, return to the saltwater sunken swamp, enroute to the Falmount Towers to recover the Scrolls of the Solitary Seraphim...

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