After our tenacious Heroes returned to the Rusty Dragon tavern, riding high on the elation of Victory over the corrupted Jibrayl, they convened with the remaining town leaders. In appreciation of all the they had done the Mayor declared the Swallowtail Festival which was to commemorate the new church will also honor the town’s saviors!
In the intervening few days the group of Adventurers made themselves known around the town. Accepting the praise lauded upon them with a mixture of humility and arrogant pride, depending upon who of our group was the recipient. The attentions were more than welcomed from some, such as the Cleric, who wandered off with a comely and buxom local girl to solve a ‘Rat Problem’ in her family’s basement. Fortunately, when her and the woman’s adventurous quest was interrupted by an irate father, her training in the divine arts proved advantageous! She calmed the man and managed to slip away un-accosted.
Calamity struck the day of the Festival. The joyous and high spirited atmosphere of the town’s revelry was shattered by a massive goblin attack on the town. It was chaos in the streets! Luckily these were goblins so they succeeded in hurting more of themselves than townfolk before our Heroes and the city guard could rout the little bastards. The town’s population of stray dogs was greatly diminished afterwards.
One of the many folk rescued from the green faced menace was a Lord Aldern Foxglove from the North. He was most gracious and genuinely inquisitive. He asked about the group and their adventures. Even going so far as to invite the party on a Boar hunt. Which they may have joined him on if it weren’t for the offensive interruption of their celebratory dinner by the Tavern Keep’s own father! Who barged into the establishment full foul words and spiteful anger. Managing to rile up our beloved and slow to anger warrior Crust. Thankfully for those around Ameiko Kaijitsu, proprietor, appeared from the kitchen to defuse the situation.
She and her Father shared some heated words, it was clear he didn’t approve of her adventuring lifestyle and tried to drag her home by force. No mewling babe but a formidable fighter in her own right, Ameiko struck her dad soundly with a soup ladle sending him off in a bruised and battered huff.
Our party was awoken the next day by a frail and fraught woman rapping persistently on the doors leading to each room. Once awoken she tearfully spilled her story, she noticed the absence of the Inn Keep Amieko in the morning and went to her room to investigate. Upon arriving she discovered the place in disarray and a crumpled piece of parchment shed some light on the situation. It seems Amieko received a letter from her estranged brother Tselu. The old woman elaborated on the ‘no good nature’ of the young man and pleads with the group that they go to the Glassworks where the letter indicated the siblings would be meeting.
Not about to turn a blind eye to someone that has shown them great courtesy and kindness they packed quickly and set off across town. When they neared the factory things seems disturbingly quiet. The neighbors upon questioning said they assumed the family was undertaking a new and serious glassworks endeavor. Not unusual to find the factory in a state of eerie idleness but the Heroes felt something was clearly amiss.
Finding no one about the premises and the windows curtained they forced their way into the rear service entrance. Drawn through the factory by the sounds of the furnace and various glass shattering they charged into a grisly scene. The workers had been brutally murdered and reveling in their carnage was a band of raucous Goblins. Becoming quite proficient at dispatching these particular humanoids, this time proved no different. As they surveyed the remains of the factory floor their eyes were drawn to a particularly grotesque work of Goblin art. Ameiko and Tselu’s father and Patriarch of the Kaijitsu family sat in a ornate chair his body encased in layers of glass. Unclear as to whether he was alive for such agony it is only clear that he has long since left this mortal plane.
With renewed haste they searched through the factory hoping to avoid finding Ameiko in a similar state as her Father. What they found instead was the Brother, Tselu. Eager to be gone from the area but unfortunately our heroes stood between him and his escape. With out even so much as a How Do Ya Do?, Tselu began laying into those nearby his feet and hands a blur. However, even with his keen athletic and martial prowess he was no match for six armed and angered adventurers. Giving our heroes no option but to end his manic attacks permanently. When they searched his person and private office they found disheartening news. Tselu spoke of a beautiful and powerful cleric that had bound the nearby goblin tribes to her will from her steadfast in the Thistletop Island fortress. Gleaning any information they could from his love sick and fawning adoration for this woman they managed learned some very valuable things. This woman of divine power is attempting to corrupt her own celestial heritage into something much more sinister and she is using the town of Sandpoint as a catalyst in her unholy transformation. There were plans for a vastly larger and deadlier goblin assault upon the town as well as sketches in Tselu’s hand of this fallen beauty. Who appears to be none other than the presumed dead daughter of the former town minister! What could have happened to drive her to such monstrous deeds?
In more fortunate findings they discovered Ameiko unconscious and battered but otherwise healthy in the room nearby. She was overcome with grief at the sight of her dead brother but explained to the party that Tselu had tried to enlist her aid with some grand scheme and when she refused him he lashed out violently and locked her away. Before tearfully retreating to her Inn she promises the party room and board for life at the Rusty Dragon.
To ensure that no other dangers lurked in the desolate Glassworks factory the adventurers continued exploring. They came across a hastily deconstructed wall, revealing a downward sloping tunnel leading deeper into the ground. In the first cave like opening they stumbled across a grotesque and mal formed demon creature, called a Sinspawn. Fashioned via dark magic as a living and hungry manifestation of a particular Sin. Our heroes, having had their mettle tested repeatedly these last few weeks, proved more than a match for the lone creature.
Around the corner of this subterranean pathway lay another crumbled wall, this one opening into an ancient foyer. Marking this room there stood a red marble statue of a strikingly beautiful but, at the same time, monstrously enraged human woman standing in the middle of this room, her stony expression twisted in fury. The woman wore a flowing robe, and her long hair was held back from her face by an intricate headdress of hooks and blades. In her
left hand she carried a large book, the face of which is inscribed with a seven-pointed star. Her right hand held a glittering metal-and-ivory ranseur.
The knowledgeable wizard was able to identify the strange woman as an Ancient Runelord, called Alaznist. As she elucidated with what little information she had on the Runelords, she felt it was apparent that this was the entry way to a former arcane research facility. Lore and rumors spoke of many such redoubts spread throughout the land. Most were utterly destroyed when the Runelord society crumbled.
As they cautiously explored the ancient ruins they discovered that it wasn’t as abandoned as they might’ve hoped. They fought through more of the deranged Sinspawn and even encountered a insane and mutated Goblin, monstrously deformed and huge (for a goblin) it clutched weapons in clawed hands at the end of each of it’s three arms! Heroically defeated by our intrepid adventurers! Battered and bruised but still fighting strong they pushed forward into what was clearly a inner Temple. There they encountered a tiny and irritating quazit demon that flitted about the room trying to end the parties lives. It was almost laughable in her attempts to bring them down. Once swatted, the party discovered the true menace. An ancient Sinwell was constructed within. A arcane focus designed to harness the sins of those living in the area, particularly Wrath, and form legions of Sinspawn from it’s condensation.
After several hours of mystical and spiritual inquiry the magic wielders in the party managed to shut down the well and end the potential threat to Sandpoint’s citizens.
Now they hasten to Thistletop in order to thwart the corrupted Aasimar Nualia and her attempts to use the massacre of Sandpoint to complete her transformation into a demonic monster!