The Hounds of Chaos

Session One

Sailors on the Starless Sea

A desperate group of villagers from a seemingly doomed hamlet set out to face an ancient evil that was plaguing their community. Fellow villagers had been snatched in the night by beast men and those who could afford to leave had already moved away. There were no heroes to save them. The villagers were forced to fend for themselves.

A mob of 24 set out for the cyclopian ruins, hoping to rescuing their kinsmen and end the evil blight on their village. 6 fell to the weapons of foul beast men and less than a dozen villagers were saved, 4 of which joined in the fight against the forces of chaos.

After laying siege to the ancient keep, the party fought through the single standing tower into the depths below. They encountered a haunted pool of skulls, found a small amount of treasure and finally discovered an underground sea guarded by a terrifying chaos beast.

Using several haunted skulls to distract the beast, the party crossed the water in an ancient dragon boat.

On a ziggurat in the center of the sea, the beast men and their high priest were sacrificing the villagers to resurrect one of the Chaos Lords who ruled the keep in ages past. The party fought their way up the ziggurat, slaying over a dozen beast men, to save the remaining villagers from certain death. The Chaos Lord’s effigy was imbued with life and then quickly extinguished by sword and club.

The destruction of the Chaos Lord’s earthly vessel triggered an earthquake, collapsing the cavern above the ziggurat. The party escaped onboard the dragon boat by riding the churning waters into a nearby tunnel and out the other side of the mountain.

The majority of the party found themselves drifting down river, miles from home. The villagers who had remained on the surface of the keep narrowly escaped on pony and mule.

The party is split. Several miles apart and with rescued villagers to escort home.

Fallen villagers included a wheat farmer named Bob as well as an outlaw, a woodcutter, and a Dwarven mushroom farmer whose names have already been forgotten. May their deeds be remembered, at the very least.


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