Monster Blood Tattoo RPG - The Peltryman's Behest: Prologue

I’ve begun another RPG campaign using Frostgrave/Ghost Archipelago as the base rules. This one is based on the Monster Blood Tattoo series by Australian author, D.M. Cornish. There’s a trilogy, Foundling, Lamplighter, and Factotum.  There's also a forth book of unrelated novellas, Tales from the Half Continent. It’s an incredibly imaginative fantasy world and Cornish has provided a huge amount of details - there are large glossaries in the back of each book of the trilogy.

Here's a summary of the first session:

The Peltryman's Behest

Prologue: At the Limits of the Great Grass Sea

The world is Harthe Alle.  

Upon this world is the great Half-Continent, Sundergird.

It is a world of Men. The greatest power upon Sundegird is the tripartite Empire of the Haackobins, a sprawling collection of quarreling city-states bound to the Empire only by fear of their enemies.

For this also a world of Monsters.

Humanity has been engaged in an struggle against “monsters,” sentient creatures who inhabit the wilderness between the fortified realms of man. It is an eternal struggle; the worst thing for a human is to be a sedorner, someone who demonstrates the least sympathy for the monsters.

In this world, there is no sorcery or magic but Providence has provided humanity with Reason with which they have fashioned themselves into weapons against the monsters.  Many have learned the ways of the skold, the mixing of strange chemicals that have powerful effects with which to fight the monsters.  Others undergo surgical body modification to give them special powers, such as telekinesis or the ability to manipulate electricity or the ability to sense things beyond normal human limits. Humanity's tools are a blend of mechanical and biological machinery. Many machines are driven by "gastrines," living organisms which produce the energy required for the machine functioning. There are also devices called sthenicons, wooden boxes worn on the face containing biological organisms that enhance human senses but have the risk of embedding themselves into the wearer's face. It is sometimes difficult to be sure which is more horrible, the monsters or what men can become in the battle against the monsters.  And against each other.  

For, although the Empire spends vast resources to wrest lands away from the sway of the monsters, it is often far easier to take lands already settled by other human powers.  


Thus, in the Year of the Empire, 1594, the Emperor decreed that a new campaign would be launched against the landgraves of Stanislaus and Wenceslaus. 

"This was an age-old struggle with the 'sedorner kings' that lived just beyond the grasp of the Haacobin Dynasty, accused of traffic with the monsters and worthy of annihilation.  Centuries had gone and still these realms had refused to be subdued." D.M. Cornish, Lamplighter.

This campaign was to be different, the Empire's finest soldier, Marshal Aubergon, had formulated a plan that would pry open the sedorner kingdoms to the West.  The splendid Archduke of Brandenbrass, the splendid ruler of the largest city in the Soutlands, would lead the main army directly west along the traditional invasion route.  The Marshal, with a picked column of elite troops would skirt the southern edges of the Grassmere, the great Grass Sea and surprise the Lausids from what was presumed to be their undefended North.

The Grassmere was a great rolling steppe, controlled by no state, by no man, the deepest lands of the incolid, the monsters thrown up by a harsh Nature.  The whole land was imbued with threwd, the sensation that all the lands about one are sentient and watching, resentful of the intrusion.  In its worst form, threwd can cause madness and the Grassmere is a most threwdish place.

The Marshal was unconcerned, he had the finest troops of the Empire under his command. Troops from 

 Burgundis,  

Boschenburg, and

Etaine. All supported by the best of the Imperial Guard, 

 And the colorful Lesquin mercenaries, bold to the point of rashness. 

The best of the federmen militias had been selected to round out the column's numbers.

Most importantly, having heard rumors that monster sometimes assisted Lausid armies, he enlisted a company of teratologists, monster-hunters, to act as the spearhead of his fearsome thrust.  Captain Vanderlinden's Companions of the Azure Aurang's mere presence would provide stiffening for the march through the threwdish lands.

Among the ranks of the Companions was Prince Avignon Kestrelle, an impoverished member of an Old Blood family of Etaine, whose nobility predated the Empire. Prince Avignon was a fulgar, a manipulator of lightning and electricity as well as an accomplished pistoleer.

Joining him was Lord Danube Figge of the Fayelillian Figges, a family not as old as the Kestrelles but with far more wealth and power.  Unfortunately Lord Danube had been born as the 12th child and so made his way as a Leer, having had his eyes modified by fearsome chemical treatments to aid in seeing what others could not.  Coupled with a preternatural stealth, he was the perfect scout.

Rounding out the Gentleman Adventurers of the Companions, was Ser Firenze Ottimo, a knight from the sunny northern province of Beneventium.  Like many of the nobles of those lands, he was sabrine adept, using his swords in a graceful dance of destruction.

There were commoners among the Companions, of course. The most valuable of these were skolds, those who used strong potives against the monsters. There was the retiring dispenserist, Lorent, who rarely spoke of his origins but was adept with the arts of healing but also reluctantly capable of bringing death to any that threatened his charges.  There was also Fransalir Thorson, from the Skyldic lands beyond the eastern seas of the Empire, raised in the folk traditions of the rhubezhal, from which all the abilities of the skold derived.  Having studied long in the Gott Empire's great university at Worms, he was also a habilist, expert in the modern techniques of creating machines.  Fransalir also claimed descent from the great Jarls of the Skylds, although no one in the Companions put much store in the claim, even if it were true. 

The majority of the companions were peltrymen, woodsmen of the most excellent calibre and skill, lead by Ambuscadier Sergeant Valentine Portent, a redoubtable and phlegmatic specimen of his vocation.

Marshal Aubergon had estimated that his column would take only two weeks to cross the small portion of the Grassmere he intended.  The Archduke would  launch his distracting attack at that time and it was thought that the Marshal's column would slip into the Lausid lands with barely a shot fired.

When the column entered the Grassmere, they were immediately assailed by the threwd.  After the third day, the men stopped singing.  

At the end of the first week, the horse of the equiteers and the wagon train were kept moving with the greatest of difficulty.  

At the end of the second week, the column was no where near the Lausid lands and it was realized that they were having difficulty in calculating the distance they traveled. Some of the men began to desert and those sent to capture them did not return. Few deserted after that.

At the end of the third week, the horses began to die. After this, most of the heavy wagons had to be abandoned.  Soon thereafter, the cannons had to be spiked and left behind. Several men had to be restrained due to madness.  Only wayfood was left to eat and even that began to spoil.

Finally, at the end of the fourth week, when all hope had gone, they came upon the River Vab, which was believed to mark the boundary of the Lausid kingdom.  Reaching its grass bound banks at sunset, the Marshal ordered the column into camp.  The next morning the banks of the Vab were lined with a thick forest which had not been there the night before.  Beneath the overcast skies, with mist rising among the trees, the sight of an ancient forest that had suddenly appeared chilled the hearts of the entire army.  The Marshal ordered the Azure Aurangs to scout the woods and find a crossing of the river.

Upon entering the woods, a loud hooting began, as if coming from some great owl. It soon quieted and they heard a horse whinny.  It appeared to be  normal horse, in the caparisons of Lausid rider.  They heard the sound of a running stream and discovered a fat Lausid knight relieving himself against a rock.

Lord Danube was able to sneak up upon him.  A hurled knife into the fat man's belly eliminated any desire to resist.  The rider, one Abdank Skarbek, surrendered.  He seemed almost sorrowful that the Companions would be destroyed soon, a Lausid army was nearby.  He mentioned that the Duke of Owls had agreed to aid his nation in its defense. Skarbek was sent back to the camp under along together with a warning of the approach of the enemy.  The Companions advanced further into the woods.

They encounter a huge monster in the shape of a walking owl, the creature's mitt open and outreached. Danube stabbed the hand. Although blood dripped from the creature, it seemed unaffected and simple shook its head before fading back into the woods.

Soon a vast host of monster, seeming to be animated trees or bark covered creatures began approaching from among the trees. The companions used their unique skills to strike down the first wave.

Ser Firenze managed to clear a ford of the river single-handedly, his blades flashing as he danced about the lumbering tree-men.

To their left, another horde of the monsters advanced against the peltryman.  Most broke and fled, leaving only the Captain and Portent to face them.  

Seeing the Captain being held by two of the tree-men, Fransalir hurled some Bitterbright against them.  The two fled in different directions.  Unfortunately, they did not release the Captain, whose screams echoed through the woods as he was pulled apart.  The sound of Sergeant Portent's mighty punt gun told Fransalir that at least the peltryman was putting up a fearsome resistance.

Loud trumpets were sounding in the fields beyond the woods and the Lausid army emerged from the mist in all directions.

The army stood firm even though it's only heavy weapons were two tormentums and the casts of the regimental skolds.

The ground rumbled under the hoofbeats of the Lausid horsemen and the booming trod of the ettins, great giant monsters.  The shock of seeing humans in so close an alliance with the monster caused the Marshal's heart to quaver.

The two small equiteer squadrons, for whom that last of the horses had been reserved, showed incredible courage and drove off the elite winged riders of the Lausids.

The Imperials proved less successful against the ettins.

Seeing the army surrounded, the wavering Marshal order the entire army to push toward the river in hope of crossing into the assumed safety of the woods.

A confused, swirling melee commenced as the plunging cavalry rode about the flanks of the foremost regiments only to be struck by fire from those Imperial pediteers who were following.

The Companions emerged from the woods, hoping to single the location of ford to the splintering army.  Prince Avi was confronted by a large ettin.  The fulgar called down a bolt of lightening from the cloud-bedecked skies that blasted the huge giant.

Suddenly, a large owl appeared overheard.  As it spread its wings, it appeared to transform into the shape of a great bird of prey.  Lightening cracked around it outspread wings.  The Companions saw more of the tree-men rushing forward through the woods.

The threwd exuded from the creature reached every corner of the battlefield.  The federmen militia that had been surprisingly successful in holding off attacks on the camp finally broke and were destroyed. The Lausids and their ettin allies charged into the rear of the Imperial army.

Out on the grass, the Marshal and the remnants of his army desperately struggled to make it to the woods, only to see the Companions warning them of the horde of tree-men blocking their way.

The will of the army broke. The Marshal rallied a small group of lesquin troubardiers who made a heroic but brief last stand.

The Companions realized that the only hope they had was to make it down the river to less threwdish lands.  They gathered the broken bodies of the tree-men into a raft and began floating slowly down the river.  

Several tree-men blocked their way.  Portent blasted them with well-aimed shots from his punt gun and doglock pistols.

As they drifted slowly away from the battlefield, a large dark figure appeared on the river bank, the Duke of Owls.  Portent drew a small wooden disk from his tunic and let down into the water, pushing it to the Owl Duke, making soft hooting sounds all the while. The Owl Duke's head twisted slightly in confusion but then it returned the call and waived its hand, indicating that they were given free passage down the river.

As they passed beyond the strange woods, Lord Danny asked the peltryman how he was able to win their freedom.

"I've lived for many years in the deep woods, and things there are not as you suppose as you sit in manor house, my lord." 

Although Danny wished to inquire further, it was clear the peltryman would say no more.

Rangers of Shadow Deep First Campaign Conclusion

This is a further report on my solo Rangers of Shadow Deep campaign.  With this set of games, I've played through the basic scenarios in the rule book.  So without further ado, here's the conclusion of the first set of scenarios:

Our heroes, Bogdan the Barbarian, Kyra the Red, Hanali the Wood Elf, and their companion/charge, Sir Osmer, have descended into the crevice leading down into the Shadow Deep which has overcome the neighboring Kingdom of Lorenthia.

  They spot several large insects emerging holes in rock walls. (The rule book calls for giant flies.  Since I didn't have any available, the menacing creatures became Giant Hopping Ants but using Giant Fly stats from the book.)

 The first few the party encountered were easily dispatched.

During the descent, Bogdan and Hanali discover the corpse of a Lorenthian soldier.  On it they discover some herbs and poignant love letter from some unknown sweet heart.

As they go further into the fuming darkeness, Hanali hits upon the idea of throwing a torch down the Hopping Ants' nests.  This seems to deter the creatures.

The ease with which they dispatched the Ants lulled the party into a false sense of security and they split up. Bogdan found himself surrounded by several of the creatures.  With great ill-fortune, one of the barbarian suffered a terrible strike (12 points damage!) from one of the Ants' pincers.

The rest of the party rushed to his aid and soon killed his tormentors. They also discovered a magic brooch, lost no doubt by some now-dead Lorenthian.

More wary of the Ants, the party stayed together and fought their way to base of cliff, placing torches in each nest they came to, slowing for a while the teeming horde of Ants.

At the foot of the cliff, they came to a flooded plane, deep with noxious waters.  Several approaching undead showed that the water depth lessened further on.

Bogdan and Kyra advanced to engage the undead.  Sir Osmer, not the best of swimmers, had to be rescued from drowning by Hanali.  However, the time spent in the foul water played havoc on her Elven constitution. (She failed her role to prevent getting Diseased from the water.  As a result, she was at a disadvantage through this scenario and the next.)

As the rest of the party finished off the undead, Sir Osmer found another corpse, bearing an ornate silver signet ring.  They soon after discovered strange flowers growing from the shallows.

They had been followed.  Several of the bolder Hopping Ants come after them.

More undead added to their troubles.

By keeping close together, the heroes managed to batter their way through.

And managed to extricate themselves from the flooded landscape.  Hanali took a parting shot at an oncoming undead, downing the unnatural creature.

As what dimmed light faded into night's darkness, the party found a ruin in which a handful of Lorenthian suvivors had gathered to make a stand against the strange creatures that had overrun their lands.  They were led by a knight, Sir Rombys, who had two archers with him.  Four armed peasants and several noncombatants represented perhaps the last survivors of the recently proud Kingdom of Lorenthia.

The survivors rejoiced that help had arrived and that the entire world had not yet been engulfed by the Darkness.  The heroes promised to aid them in escaping to Alladore.  However, with night falling, it was decided to stay in the ruin rather than attempt to travel the dangerous countryside by night.  Soon, however, horrific sounds indicated that they had been discovered and every sort of foul creature in the area was converging on their refuge.

Suddenly, the floor of one the rooms split asunder and huge Borrowing Worm emerged.

Before the creature could extend to its full length, Bogdan and Sir Rombys struck at the creature.  The Barbarian landed a powerful blow on the worm, ensuring its quick demise.

At the same time, the roar of a fearsome Troll could be heard coming from the yard at the back of the old farmhouse.

Hanali, using Farlight Leaf to steady her hand weakened by illness, led the archers in a volley that struck down the Troll.

This was not too soon as party of Gnolls streamed out of the nearby ruined woods and flung themselves ferociously against the party's defenses.

One even attempted to climb through the roof but was killed by trap the heroes in their forsight had placed there.

The relative quiet of the other room was shattered when a giant spider slipped through a hole in the wall.  Fortunately, Sir Osmer was able to lend his had to the two sturdy farmers defending the room.

As the party was finishing off the Gnolls, the pursuing Giant Ants arrived and joined the general assault.

A larger and better armed party of Gnolls advanced on the far side of the farmhouse while another Troll appeared in the front yard.

Leaving the archers to duel with Gnolls, Bogdan and Hanali led a sortie against the second troll and managed to defeat the huge being.

The Gnolls having lost their archery duel with the heroes, there was a brief respite.  Sir Osmer took advantage of it to investigate a object sparkling in the rear yard...

...while Bogdan did the same in the fore yard retrieving some type of treasure.  As a dim light was returning to the sky, the barbarian saw a group of undead approaching.

As the heroes emerged to fight this new threat, they saw more Gnolls approaching from the east. Deciding that the dim morning light coming through the noxious clouds of the Shadow Deep was sufficient to attempt an escape, they called for the survivors to begin the retreat.

With Sir Rombys in the lead, the survivors quickly fled the ruined farmhouse, the heroes acting as a rear-guard. 

With the heroes' knowledge of the way out, the whole party managed to avoid further dangers and emerged from the dark underworld of the Shadow Deep. Although battered and ill, they had accomplished their mission of scouting the Darkness and had rescued what pitiful few humans who had survived.  A small first victory in what promised to be a long and terrible struggle.

To be continued...

The heroes were pretty successful throughout and ended going from level 0 to level 5 by the end of it and having acquired a number useful magical items.  I have most of the published ROSD materials so you will be seeing more of their adventures.