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Death Frost Doom
There is a mountain that no-one climbs. It dominates the landscape like fear and the memories of what once lived there. But memory recedes and rumor breeds— and the rumor is a rumor of gold.

Someone will be the first to scale the white mountain: it will be someone who is greedy, stupid or fanatical— but also, perhaps, lucky.
13-04-2018 13:39:38
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Given the lack of interest, I am going to abandon my May "summer campaign" attempt. Instead, I'm going to run the module "Death Frost Doom" in 5th edition at some point in the coming months.

Death Frost Doom is a horror module, not unlike Deep Carbon Observatory (DCO) in style. Like Deep Carbon Observatory, it is deadly, unfair and can be frustrating. Like Deep Carbon Observatory, it has gotten a lot of praise, but it nonetheless has its problems. It does have character, however, and there is a revised version that is a considerable improvement upon the original module. With some further modifications (to remove some of the unfunny unfairness), I believe that it will provide an interesting and hopefully memorable play experience.

The module is much shorter dan Deep Carbon Observatory. It'll need 2 or 3 evening sessions or one weekend day. We'll try to find the dates when we've established the play group. So far, Jelte (who'll revisit Sekhem) and Tristan have agreed to join so we're looking for two more players. Let me know if you're interested.
13-04-2018 13:59:57
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Let's just say I am familiar with the writers and won't be joining you.

What you need to understand about the apocalypse is that you aren't Mad Max. You're part of the skull pyramid in the background.
13-04-2018 16:18:21
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Given how you evaluated Deep Carbon Observatory, I didn't think it'd fit your style. Within its genre, the adventure seems pretty solid though.
13-04-2018 19:58:56
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There is a curse laid on everything in that place! Cursed, you hear me? Cursed!

Up on the mountain is a house by a cemetery, haunted by the memories of atrocities past. The cult on the mountain is long gone, yet the music of weirdling death carries on the wind.

The mountain is cold. So very cold.

And the greedy and the foolish will march bravely up the mountain for gold and glory.

…but are they worth your soul?
14-04-2018 10:40:00
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The Mountain Calls

Forty-five years. Ten months. Thirteen Days. It has been a while since I felt the desire to put my thoughts to paper. I have read the journal of my previous fruitful and exciting adventure and I fondly recall those days that followed. The days that dear Hector shared my wealth in Parsa. How intoxicating that was, finding some gullible humans to represent our needs in the imperial palace. To drink wine and discuss our forthcoming schemes. However, as I so long ago predicted, the Wood Elf had a great desire to see more of the world. My fair city was not sufficient. The Assassin has left me with my thoughts.

Then there was that boy, whose name I kept forgetting, who trained with me to be a treasure hunter. Run off some twenty years ago to find his own fortune. I have not heard from him since. I always feel it is better for the humans to perish by their impetuousness than by wilting. It somehow feels like they have made the most of their fleeting potential.

Now a recent change in Parsean government has cruelly found me guilty of treason, without a proper trial, I might add, and I had to leave my town in a hurry. I was able to bring a few invaluable supplies and quite enough servants to carry said supplies, but unfortunately, I had to leave the bulk of my wealth in Parsa.

As I have grown quite accustomed to a lavish lifestyle in a metropolis, I need to figure out a way to either return to the city with a cunning plan to remove the terribly mad Emperor Skarshnik, or relocate.

I have now decided not to linger. I could really use some additional funds for relocating, so I was considering dusting off my old treasure hunting gear and follow a persistent rumour of abundant treasure up far in the western mountains.

I know there's been a murderous cult at the peak of the mountain. Once holed up near the end of the treeline, now long gone. There are persistent rumours that they were in possession of several artifacts. It is as of yet unclear whether these artifacts are still there, but they very well may be.

It has been decided. The great and ancient name Htep Sekhem shall be restored to former glory! I am going to need some skilled companions, though. These kinds of treasure hunts usually claim a few victims and I make it a point not to be among them. One particular name comes to mind. Perhaps I can send him a missive.

"I think I'll have seconds.."

-Chronomangor; Eater of Time. ∞
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11-10-2018 20:41:00
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A bundle of official looking letters, folded inside the Journal of Htep Sekhem of Parsa

1.

To the honored citizens of beautiful Parsa

As you will be well aware, our glorious and youthful emperor Skarsnik has a great love for the less fortunate and downtrodden. The Imperial Seat has, in boundless wisdom, requested that every citizen of the city shall donate one quarter-pint of blood for the benefit of the less fortunate of the city to facilitate the medical needs of the poorest inhabitants of our fair city

A well-educated specialist shall come to every citizen this coming fortnight to collect this latest levy.

As is usual, by Imperial decree, cooperation is not optional.

Signed,
His Imperial Majesty’s Minister of Health


2.

To the honourable Sekhem of the house of Htep

In name of the Glorious Emperor Skarsnik, I am required to collect a tax of blood from all Parsean citizens. When I called to your compound, there was no answer. I shall return in the morrow to collect what is due.

Regards,
The Captain of Blood


3.

Sekhem of the house of Htep,

In name of the Glorious Emperor Skarsnik, I am required to collect a tax of blood from all Parsean citizens. For Thirty consecutive days and nights, there was no-one in the entirety of the mansion, even though our agents have not seen you leave.

You are required to report at the Office of Blood within 24 hours or be branded Unwilling. As you by now will surely know, our wise and glorious emperor Skarsnik deals harshly with the Unwilling.

Signed,
The Captain of Blood.


4.

To the Unwilling traitor Sekhem

As you have not complied to the very reasonable request for a small amount of blood by His Grace Emperor Skarsnik the Good, for 66 days, you are as of this moment considered Unwilling and an enemy of the empire. His Imperial Majesty has requested the heads of all those refusing the blood tax, collectively known as the anti-taxxers.

Surrender yourself and your brethren now and our Merciful Emperor might decide to be lenient.

Signed,
His Imperial Majesty’s Minister of Blood


"I think I'll have seconds.."

-Chronomangor; Eater of Time. ∞
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Anti-taxxers... Snigger

"MacGyver" is the equivalent of Vulcan vintage human horror television.
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Grin
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Escape

My ancestral homeland is warm and delicate. Memories of drinking my dear uncle’s herbal teas in the genial midday sun, warm winds and morning swims in the temperate river. Apart from the mosquitoes, subtropical is still my favourite climate. One of the many reasons I eventually resettled in Parsa, which is in many ways similar as the Cradle Cities.

My travels have taken me to a great many different lands and climates. When I was a young Elf on one of the first expeditions into the northern mountains, I experienced real cold for the first time. Our Human carriers had all frozen to their inevitable meaningless deaths, and my uncle fought off the cold and the Winter Wolves with fire and powerful Elven magic. Good Times. I have never minded the cold and for a very long time I was under the impression that my affliction had left me barely able to distinguish outside temperatures. I now know better.

For I find myself in far away lands, further than I have ever travelled. These icebound lands redefine the word. Cold. I let it sink in as sit here in a decrepitly frozen tavern and I write in my journal. I believe these lands are called Moron. Or something very similar. Once again, my human companion has surprised me with his resilience. He has not frozen to death even once, so far. I believe in these lands they use endless amounts of strong distilled grain spirits to keep warm.

Now how did we end up in this forsaken place.


The Emperor’s witch had cursed the young Western bard many years ago (consult entry 1.5a of my account on the observatory) turning an honourable young storyteller into something wicked. I actually liked him better after this encounter, but that is mostly beside the point. However, when I saw this person standing in my courtyard that day some fortnights ago, calling to arrest me with a supplement of his guards, I surprised myself. I had unintentionally remembered his name.

Owain had barely decayed, as humans are wont to do. The last few years had had little to no effect on his appearance. I suppose that might be why I could recall his name at that point.

Just as I was intent on leaving town with the contents of my vault (some portable wealth, a few important research papers and ancient texts) Owain’s guards had surrounded me. They were only human, and could at first be evaded with ease. Owain’s arcane spellcasting had not improved greatly since I last saw him, and using charms and enchantments against an ancient Elf is obviously inadvisable. Even after all these years, his grasp of the arcane could use some improvement.

However, my point of egress from my courtyard was blocked and sabotaged, and removing the barriers took me too much time. One of these guards clasped manacles around my arms and the humans had surrounded me. Owain made subtly clear he wanted to have a conversation in private. The odds of prevailing against these invaders were getting slimmer by the second, so I decided to courteously invite the Westerner inside my house as I handed the manacles back to the hapless guard.

Back inside I had grasped hold of a hidden blade and was ready to remove the humans kidneys (I hear they need their kidneys to live) when Owain surprised me. He had been able to shake the influence of the Witch and was looking for a way out of the city. Luckily, I had just the thing.

While researching a way to get young Emperor Skarsnik out from under the witches’ influence I came across ancient text describing an ancient death cult in possession of the Scales of Anubis. This ancient artefact has the power to help souls move on to the some afterlife. While I’m not one for religion and superstitions, it seemed this object could help Owain’s lost soul to get back to where it should be. Additionally, using the artefact in a greater ritual could remove the witches influence from Parsa and the Empire altogether.

Owain was excited about the prospect, and we left my humble Parsean home, once more as companions. Under the ruse of taking an old Elf into custody, we dispatched of the evil guards in a back alley somewhere and skipped town. Outside of the city, Owain was surprised to find my half human friend Corneak the Crusader, now a bit older, waiting for us with horses. I had contacted him for his help in retrieving the artefact. The half human Paladin blames himself for not defeating the witch when he had the change. Good. We shall channel his thirst for vengeance. We rode hard and fast to the coast, where I had a ship waiting. We would be sailing Westward through the Midland Sea, then Northward. Toward the cold.

"I think I'll have seconds.."

-Chronomangor; Eater of Time. ∞
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You got lucky in the Observatory; I bet you won't survive this time.
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