Rise of the Runelords

It was the best day ever
A day at the fair with new friends.

Hello exhibit A: how are you? No crime to report today instead we I went to the fair! The people in town celebrated the day the old church in town finally burnt down and so they got to build a new one. The day started like normal Miko tried her best to resist Malkorin’s charms this innocent dwarf who I’ve never met be fore’s charms. It’s too bad she doesn’t have a beard. She told him she shaves every morning but that’s not true because Mal gets up early to watch her.
The new cleric released a hundred gillion butterflies. No wait first there was a GIANT who ran in the races. He was even bigger than the sheriff or his brother. He was so big that when he ran the earth shook and people standing too close got knocked over! He won the race before I could even finish my beer! Oh did you know I can juggle! Also the pond in town is much colder in the morning I know I fell in twice it’s a lot harder to stand on a barrel when it’s in water Mal some heroic dwarf who should be forgiven of any aleged wrong doings came & rescued me from a watery grave he deserves a metal. Oh Who Kills Twice won that game too. That’s the giant man’s name we talked at the hammer & bell game. The hammer was so heavy but I made the ringer go even higher that WKT and he even brought his own hammer from home! Then Emrys, he’s a pathfinder came and knocked the bell off the game! It landed on the roof of one of the tents but it rolled off the back so I didn’t see where it went after that. We went back to Miko’s stand for the most refreshing drinks & freshest salmon on the coast expertly seasoned. Who kills Twice & Malkorin had a drinking contest and Mal paid for all the drinks honestly how could such a generous person ever be suspected of a crime? Then the new high cleric released a swarm of butterflies. They filled the sky & everyone ran around in a cloud of them. They weren’t afraid of people at all they would fly right in-between people talking to each other. The contest was still going on when I left so I didn’t get to see Mal win.
We gathered at the stage for more speeches but goblins showed up there a screwy bunch they tried to burn the town down again for the anniversary. I think one of them was singing anyway Malkorin Darkhammer rallied our new friends in the defense of the town and killed wave after wave of the goblin hordes who would have destroyed the whole town & ruined everything anyway so realy anything that might have been found on his person was just something he rescued from being destroyed & he should just get to keep it. The goblins just kept coming one of them fell into a well. Blackhands, ohyea Blackhands is WKT life journey companion he is a giant too but more human size & his hands are wrapped up because he burnt them jumping off a cliff I think he said he was trying to catch a hawk which I guess was on fire for some reason, they are a little odd. He got stabbed a bunch when he saved Mr. Foxglove after goblins killed his dog. Then a giant STRAY wolf appeared. He ate a goblin in one bite the other one took one look & fled in terror but he didn’t get far he was so scared of Rhombus that he ran right into Mal & WKT & got splatted! The goblins died so fast they didn’t even have time to drink any of their healing potions; we used one to save Blackhands. The mysterious STRAY wolf who helped save the town disappeared. We found 20 golds a bunch ’a junk goblin swords hah one of em we had to fish out of the well that water is going to stink for a while. The goblins had different patches & WKT said that meant they were different clans that all decided to work together. Mal said one of the swords was actually worth something. The rest weren’t good for nothin but utensils at the White Deer. I wasn’t gonna go near that flee ridden shack of an inn. I had some of the salmon & ale that was left behind at the Rusty Dragons’ stall at the fair the goblins sent everyone running so fast the just left it there. We cleaned up the dishes & grabbed the tip jar & went back to the RD. I guess the goblins never heard of her because they attacked the bar & there was a pile of em out side. They talked about Emrys’ missing brother he’s a pathfinder too but he found something in some ruins near town that fried his eggs & he killed a bunch of his friends & ran off Emrys wanted to find people to help him look for him. Miko liked the stories they told so they got half off free rooms for the night. Well it’s getting late tomorrow were gonna go see the sheriff maybe find out what happened. I can’t wait for tommorow
A day with friends

Trouble in paradise

Just to get it out of the way, I tripped him. We were racing, he was faster than me, he took a fall. If I knew he was going to break his face in the process would I do it still? Probably not. No one seemed to notice except Blackhands and a nearby dwarf.
I later got to know the dwarf as Malkorin, who was traveling with a halfling,Tolkien.

The games were fun, and I was good at them all…except that damn hammer meets bell thing. I couldn’t get my accuracy down, but this pointy-eared fella named Emrys took care of it for me. What can I say, accuracy was never my strong point.

There was some talking by folks on a raised stage, but I didn’t listen much. After more than a few drinks, and a million butterflies later, we heard sounds of some real fun. The town seemed to just erupt into flames around us!

High pitched voices begin to sing a song about goblins this, and goblins that. Well…let me tell you what goblins do,
“Goblins splat, and goblins crunch. Goblins fight, but they don’t win much.”

Blackhands tried to contain our flank, but he ended up in a bad spot and took a fall himself. I thought I was going to watch the bugger bleed out right there. I should have never left his side, but once the fight takes me I tend to lose sight of whats important.

After the goblins were turned into pulp, we chewed some fat. I met the 2 Shoanti in town, and let them know how I feel about them leaving the homeland unadvised, but to be honest, they seem like nice fellas. Especially that Garridan bloke, hell we share the same birth name!

I tried to steer everyone towards destroying the goblin tribe nearby. Come to find out, it was 3 or more tribes working together to attack the city. I was told they often don’t do that, so I wonder who or what’s bringin’ em together.

Scribed into the bottom of the page is a quick shopping list
*Better armor
*More chew
*A string to tie to that damn halfing

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Zerrajin 1

Myself and Garridan made good time traveling. He remains in good spirits so long as there is something available to fight, fuck, or eat. I tried to immerse myself in the journey, to find brief refuge from the sense of dread that follows me everywhere since “the incident”, but that black cloud, like my hands, cannot be cured. Even in town, in the midst of revelry and contests, I was unable to take any joy from my tribesman’s glory. I tried to make some light conversation and get an idea of who else was drawn here today but half of my mind was always taxed by that formless, nameless doom. Were I not so wrapped up in my own miseries, I perhaps could have noticed the encroaching assault from multiple goblin factions, and the unfortunate citizens who died at their hands would still be alive. The battle itself spoke to me however, insofar as I was a complete failure except as a distraction that allowed one man to keep his life. The other people we met, who came together to defend this assault was the real prize in my eyes. I feel strongly that the dwarf, the elf, and I suppose even the halfling were meant to come together with myself and garridan, to combat whatever agent is responsible for the attack, but also perhaps to battle the great nameless doom which has been haunting me, and for the first time since “the incident” I glimpsed a shard of hope for the future.

Malkorin's Journal

I made some powerful allies today, secured the possibility of future work, and probably made some enemies as well.

The elf is a contact worth making. He can kill a goblin well enough, and seems like he is connected with some scholars society that basically pays people money for dangerous work. Nothin really negotiated yet, but he seems pretty eager to talk about it. It’s a job, and it pays the bills.

The Humans from the Barbarian North, are a different breed than the Chelexians or the Varisans. They might even be more different from their fellows than I am. They are strong in will though. Powerful, self assured, direct, honest. Traits of a fool, or traits of a hero? I never been able to tell the difference myself.

Course Tolkin isn’t the best liar. So a bit of too much truth almost got me squashed. I hate to do it, but I’ll have to watch what I say around him. This isn’t really what I had in mind when I was talking about striking it out on my own ….

Still opportunities come in the form of hardships. The city was attacked today. Usually not my favorite thing. However, a nobleman owes us his life now, and really I’m willing to kill goblins for free anyways. He wants to meet us for dinner. A few free meals and a hero’s welcome? That I can get used to. This could be a real chance. Go Legit. Or at least get sponsored by someone powerful enough to post bail.

This thing though, with these goblins, somthin doesn’t add up. The patch’s are all different, which means there is something or someone makin them all play nice. Plus they attacked during the fair. Is someone out to make a point? goblins don’t make plans like that. How in the 9 buring hells do they even know there was somethin going on? Most can’t even read their own language. This whole episode was a dramatic demonstration. But who or what was the target?

I have a hunch that the someone or something that is directing these goblins has a grudge, they speak and read common, and might even be Human. No way an Ork Warboss or a Goblin King is gonna be smart enough to time this attack the way it happened. I’ll keep that to myself though, until I got more to confirm it with.

5 years ago a Church burned down here, killed a beloved priest. Is that related? I’ve suddenly developed a real interest in local history. Foxglove might have something to say about this.

Which reminds me, it’s Time to get me and Tolkin Fitted out with some nice cloths for our Dinner with FoxGlove. He’ll think its fun. The barbarians might be willing to make new friends with a loincloth on, but I know enough to respect the money, and ya know what, I’m a damn hero, I’m entitled to some new material possessions.


I don’t have much time to write as things haven’t slowed down since the 7 pointed rune. I found myself in Sandpoint during a festival. They were celebrating the rebuilt church. It was burned down a few years ago, and now I feel I know by whom. Anyways, there were lots of contests, games, music, and merriment abound. I knew their was a reason I was drawn to Sandpoint. I met several people who may be able to help me find my brother, and not feel so alone out here. Two are tribesman, and were traveling together. They seem nice enough, and useful. And then the vertically challenged pair. A dwarf and a halfling. They are very amusing and I look forward to shenanigans in the future. We all were gathered for the speech of the day and a bunch of goblins came out of nowhere. Well I can’t be positive if they did indeed come from nowhere, but it sure seemed that way. *Investigate possibility of goblins coming from nowhere(perhaps halfling Tolkin will know). I killed at least 4 of the ugly mongrels, but they got Blackhands pretty good. Almost lost him. After we were victorious we went to celebrate and rest for the night. This morning we woke and went to speak with the city guard. The sheriff or marshal said they needed our help with a crypt, I don’t remember much of what was said or done after he said crypt. I had a flood of emotions at the thought of going back into a place like that. Excitement but also dread. Next thing I knew Tolkin had opened the door, and skeletons appeared out of nowh…somewhere? Anyways Tolkin conjured a bird from somewhere and killed both of them. In all the excitement from the fight we went in just to discover it was just a stairwell and a room. The coffin of Tovan was empty to boot. Hmm…

Malkorin - Journal 2

A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, be you King or be you Begger.

I am angry. Emyres can’t keep his tiny little elf cock in his pants and got us kicked out the general store. I been working my ass off for a wide brimmed hat for weeks! The Barbarian has uncontrollable blood-lust, and turned our only source of information into goblin paste. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but we did need the stinky little git alive. The lot of them blunder without thought, through the town, through dungeons, through fucking life. How they have survived this long without having an anvil dropped on their thick skulls is a mystery. And to top it off, Miko’s family comes a knocking, bring their inbred Magnamarian noble nonsense behind them like a bad case of fleas. I can’t bloody well leave Magnamar if Magnamar decides to follow me here. So much for laying low.

By the Balls of my Beard, It is a small miracle we haven’t been shanked by assassins or run out of town by a lynch mob. Giest’s people were a bunch of assholes, but at least they knew how to run an operation, instead of Amateur Hour at the Ass-Bard Convention.

So now As I sit here, comfortably, my boot on Sudo’s Face, the only thing that has gone right this week. I’m ignoring his squirms and complaints while I smoke a Cigar. I ash on his nice cloths, noting with some amusement that a cinder burns through a little bit. He moves with a bit more vigor than I like, so I lean in on him, using my weight to press his face against the stone. I’m not gentle.

So there are some unanswered questions here. The little puke probably did it to take his fathers inheritance. I bet Miko still had a claim, even though she wasn’t interested. Now we know it’s not goblins running this thing. They used the Glass Works to move around. I bet these tunnels go for a long way. Here is the thing though, I don’t think Sudo was the big man here. This doesn’t explain the priest, the missing body, or the fact that the attack happened after the church was burned down. Sudo couldn’t give less of a shit. He just wanted money, and I know a goblin didn’t approach him with some grand plan, and he is an arrogant prick, so he wouldn’t listen anyways.

He doesn’t like Sand Point either. Thinks were all backwards. Probably looks at us like cattle. Which means his confidant and master, is probably from Magnamar as well, or at least powerful enough that the accent wouldn’t offend his sensibilities. No, our plucky villain in this daring tale is another …. and I bet Sudo can tell us who, and where to find him/her/it.

The caveat of all this intrigue, is that I think my friend Miko is about to become very very wealthy. And she will owe us a favor. I won’t wear it heavy against her, but these are nice things to collect. You don’t have to carry them, and one day you get paid back when you really need it. Plus I don’t intend to let Sudo leave here Alive, and once I get what I need, it will be slow, and it will not be nice. Squirm all you want Animal. After what you did to your father and your sister, you deserve to be put down.

I was never an Honorable Dwarf. My father told me I was a worthless, disreputable wretch. Maybe, but those times when the dishonorable thing is the right thing, I might be a bit more useful than an empty platitude.

Now, I think we should see how Miko is doing. If she is feeling well, I think a Good Girl, Bad Dwarf interrogation might be in order.

~ Malkorin DarkHammer

Garridan's Journal Entry, Session 2
Session 2-Oiling the Machine


Staying in this city, Sandpoint, is certainly different than the homeland. Everyone is always running about. It seems that no ones stays still outside. Running from one hut to the next. Though it does have it’s uses.

I noticed in the goblin fight my armor didn’t hold up against their brutal and crude weapons. I ran down to the local forge and talked my way into getting a suit of Zerrajin, Blackhands-style armor. I did some work for ‘em, and owe ’em a few more weeks of toiling if I can’t pony up the gold before that. For someone who doesn’t know me, I thought it was nice of ’er to help a fella survive a bit longer, har har!

As for these fellas I’ve had the joy of fighting with…We’re startin’ to get it. My way is a bit too hard for the dwarf, Malkorin DarkHammer. I saw the anger in his eyes when I put a goblin hiding in some poor lady’s hut to rest. Her mate was having his head being chewed off by the bugger when we found it. It didn’t take long to drive Earthbreaker’s spikes right through em; but in the frenzy I forgot I was asked to let the thing live. Still don’t understand why, having a sit down with a goblin is just invitin’ aggravation.

Back at the tavern we saw Ameiko’s father giving her what-for. I tried to butt in, but I don’t get involved with people’s elder-folk tellin’ em whats good for ’em.

…He’s dead now

Ameiko was missing the next morning. This is the point when I noticed, we’re getting it. We quickly figured out where she might be, suited up, and found her.

Were we perfect? Far from it.
Was I perfect? No where close.
Did we get things done, and get them done right? Bet your arse!

The dwarf wants to takes things slow, I have an issue with that. But Desna be damned, when me and him attacked the same lil bugger, it wasn’t in it’s own skin for much longer. I’m going to have to work on keepin’ my bloodlust and impatience from boiling over, but damn is it hard.

We arrived at a glass-works on the other end of town where Ameiko was told to visit her brother for some sorta’ meetin’. We charge in to discover the place was occupied by goblins. Tolkien didn’t fair well, but for a little guy, he can take more of a hit than I thought he’d be able to. I blame myself for the little guy going down. I saw the bigger and mounted goblins on the other end of the room, charged, and split the group.

“Never fight a battle from 2 sides” … You said that to me once, probably should have listened.

Downstairs wasn’t any better. My emotions get the better of me. I saw the dwarf narrowly avoid a volley of arrows. He was in danger, that part of my brain that thinks shuts off…if that makes any sense. All thoughts become one word. “Danger…Protect…Kill”

Well, that didn’t work out too well for me. I got to run down the hallway, push past a goblin, and with inspiration and cheers from Emrys and Tolkien Windchaser I laid Earthbreaker right into the side of his head…BUT THE BASTARD DIDN’T FALL! He felt it, I could tell. He tried to play it off, but blood never lies.

…That’s when things got dark…I didn’t realize all that blood everywhere…was mine.

I stood in shock that the mighty blow didn’t take his head off. I’ve just never seen that before. But that quick hesitation left an opening for him to crack me in the jaw. I didn’t notice until I was hitting the ground that I was already bleeding. Him and the goblin next to the one I pushed had already put a hurting on me, and what a hurtin’ it was.

Blackhands called on the animal spirits to fix me up. Even as I was laying on the ground, wounds closing but still in agony, I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. I could see his face wince as he touched me. Those hands…always in pain…always burnt. I don’t think I could do it. I try not to talk about it to ‘em. He knows how bad it is, I don’t need to always remind ’em.

We found Ameiko, and tied up her bastard of a brother. In all the fuss, no one seemed to notice the broken walls and the tunnel leading to lord knows where…I’m not the smartest by far, but I think this might be how the goblins got in town…


Session 1 – Trouble in Paradise Session 3 – The Wind Began To Switch

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Zerrajin 2

HERO… in my youth the word would evoke images in my mind of great champions, protecting those weaker than themselves from whatever fiends may dare intrude upon their peace. It feels strange having that sacred word used to describe me, like I’m wearing armor that is too large for me and keeps slipping from my shoulders. Regardless, I keep hearing it throughout sandpoint. Merchants offer goods for a better price than we would have seen a week ago. Drinks are often free, and children point and whisper in admiration as we pass.
I don’t know if it is related to being a newly blessed hero but I notice that I am developing an infatuation with treasure. I want to find a better source of income than prying loose gold coins from the stinking vests of slain goblins and what I find amusing is I don’t even really know why I want it, just that I want more. If I find it to be interfering with what matters , I shall take steps to remedy.
I planned on spending some of said newly acquired gold on looking presentable for dining with the wealthy gentleman we protected from the goblins but, after about a minute in the clothing shop, Emrys was caught in the basement, in the owners daughter, and he didn’t find us quite so heroic after that. I didn’t really mind but I tried to soothe the anger of the owner and complete our business because I noticed how upset Malkorin was about it, though I must say I was a bit annoyed with the way he was referring to our evening’s host as “our better”, simply because of his wealth. Not the first time I noticed an indication that our new Dwarven friend seems to think that he is the smartest man in any given room and that that social standing is based upon the content of one’s coin purse, rather than quality of character. This, I believe, means that he spent a good deal of time in a decent sized city, as city types usually think they are smarter than the rest of the world, as though some great mystery is revealed to them for choosing to cram as many bodies in as small an area as possible.
Upon the same thread of money bringing about strange behavior, Amico appears to have been kidnapped by her own blood over what I suspect may be her share in her family’s estate, which she seemed indifferent to at best. One morning, when we were not summoned to the common room by the tempting smells brought on by her wizardry at the spice rack, we immediately suspected something was wrong. Now some people found it strange when Garridan smashed her door in after receiving no answer. We find it strange the thing was locked in the first place, like some oversized treasure chest, but what would simple “barbarians” such as we know of such things. We found a letter, which we used to track her down to a glass factory where we discovered another pack of goblins, Amico’s father frozen in the last moments of a horrible death, and her brother/kidnapper, who we managed to take alive, unlike that goblin yesterday. Aside from some tactical adjustments that need to be made, I feel we did rather well fighting the vicious little devils. We should probably stay a bit closer to one another than we have been doing, my ability to heal wounds only works if I am able to make physical contact, and Garridan needs to better control his rage for it to be an effective tool, though he doesn’t need to be told that I’m sure. There are tunnels feeding into this building, probably they were used to get the goblin attackers into town without attracting notice earlier. I think, after questioning Amico’s brother we should clean any remaining filth from them, but that we should first take some time to rest and regain some strength.

It was the best 2 dayS ever

Back for more eh? You know it’s not nice to take other people stuff, especially personal stuff like journals. Stealing makes you a bad person so I am now placing a curse on you! Oh! Wait if you’re my kids or grand kids or something you can just ignore all that. I’ll bet you little scamps just miss me. I’m sure I’ll be back soon. You want to hear a story of about one of my adventures! Today we went to the Sandpoint grave yard with to open Father Tobin’s crypt with Sheriff Hemlock. Oh! Something interesting happens when you open a mausoleum I don’t want to spoil it for you, go ahead & try it it’s ok I’ll wait…
Haha wasn’t that fun! Well after we dealt with that we went inside, it was a lot smaller than I thought it was going to be. Oh sorry I’m not allowed to tell you who’s body was or wasn’t inside. Hemlock made us all swear to keep it a secret unless you ask one of us directly. Did you know you can adopt angels? I’ll bet you do some of you probably are. Father Tobin adopted one but they died in a fire.
We went to Vinders General store for fancy clothes first because Mal says we have to dress up for Mr. Foxglove he’s a potent infester. Anyway his daughter told Emyris about rats in the basement. What she didn’t tell him is that they were trained to steal clothes! Her father went down after them probably to sell Emyris his cloths back but he got them on his own and ran for it. Vinn was so mad we figured out his scheme he kicked us all out.
Um Mal & them went to the alchemists then & I went back to The Rusty Dragon & wouldn’t you know it Miko guessed that Father Tobins body was missing, she asked me so I was able to tell her all about it.
Then Mr. Foxglove showed up we had drinks & told stories & now we’re going Boar hunting tomorrow!

Miko’s dad showed up he had some strange Ideas about him being able to tell her what to do because just because he’s her father? Must be a human thing. It kinda reminded me of Vinn talking to his daughter. I didn’t like it. She set him straight tho & he left in a huff.
I am feeling sore a goblin just tried to cut me in half! He was hiding in some little girls closet. He ate her dog & dad’s face. Any way Blackhands magiced me back in time to see WKT that beardless, brainless something, something I didn’t catch the rest it was in dwarven splatter him every were. The Boar was delicious by the way but it takes a long time to find & it’s basically a large pig that just runs away. It was funny watching Honey, Roscoe & Flimflam slip. Oh I named his dogs for him & cast a grease spell on the boar. WKT splatter it too but that was before the goblin so there wasn’t any of that mixed in there.
Tina & I just finished searching the Inn. No goblins here. Hemlock said that him & the town guard had it under control but I think Pebbles & Headless Ed would agree they missed a few. We’re gonna go check on Boxer then hit the rack.


The only reason anyone got upset is jealousy. Just mad the outsider got the first strange. That’s all I will say about the rat situation. Anyways, that is exactly how I felt when we all met, like an outsider. Two pairs of friends and an Elf who could grow a beard if he wanted. And I don’t. But even though we had a hiccup I feel that we are bonding as a party. I was able to subdue a rather powerful adversary with my magic, and in the process I believe I saved WKT. If that doesn’t help ingratiate me with the tribesman I don’t want to know what I have to do. There was quite a bit of treasure that we collected, and I am carrying. I think I’ll ask WKT to hold on to this stuff.

I can’t seem to find Nile my fellow Pathfinder. Everyone seems to know him, hate him, and have no idea where I can find him. I’m beginning to question the value of locating him.

Fun fact I’ve learned about each of my new friends.
Malkorin- He’ll kill you good, if he catches you. And he won’t.
Tolkin- He likes to play tricks. Or he is insane. Will follow up.
Blackhands- His name should really be DarkGreyHands, but I’ve always been a stickler for colors and details.
Who Kills Twice- Reckless. Perfect obstacle to have between me and those who would kill me once. At least.


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