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The Beginning
This story began with the PCs all tending to their daily activities. However, things might not have gone as well or as smoothly as they normally do for such generally mundane dealings. That fateful night, the heroes all noticed the full moon turning a ghostly red for a few brief moments--typically a sign that something is drastically wrong.

A week later, Aerthos Balthanon received a summons from Soli Karvin. She revealed to Aerthos that the council had narrowly managed to discover and thwart a plan that could have crippled Bistrin politically if not outright sending the city into civil war. The plot was an assassination attempt--exactly one week ago--on the life of Garv Rohden and on the lives of his close family members. Garv, a councilor and owner of Sandrina Fabrics, politically represents some of the working class of Bistrin. This massacre, if properly finished, would have been linked to Councilor Rylen of the Sidell family (one of the founding families). This implication would have surely looked like the families were vying for more power at the expense of the citizens and working class of Bistrin.

Possible connects to Marita were discovered but they are tentative at best. Soli had already sent out one team to investigate, but she lost contact with them shortly after they entered Marita. Time is critical and rather than waiting any longer to hear from the first team, Soli wanted Aerthos to pull together a new investigating team.

A party was created through contacts of Darknith, a thief and assassin of some infamy, and through Canteto, a local druid. After gearing up, this new team of heroes set off to discover the truth behind this unsavory plot of espionage.
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Unlikely saviors
The last thing I remember before darkness took me was the ugly, leering face of one of the three trolls. His clenched fist sent me into a deep, unrestful slumber rife with dreams of evil and fear.

I had been following the three beastly crestures into the cave, hoping they'd lead me to what could be a treasure trove of accumulated goods and gold, but my unfamiliarity with the dark, dungeon-like cave we were in led me to stumble down the wrong path. After a bit of what I thought was backtracking I ended up in front of them with no room to manoeuvre. My trusty bow was of limited use in the tight quarters of the cave and I'm ashamed to say I got nary a shot off before they were on me.

I wouldn't normally be so foolish as to venture into an unknown cave alone. The money I'd been making from hiring myself out as a guide had been sufficient for survival, if not satisfying. It left little for entertainment.

The adventurers I'd met in my travels had planted these dangerous ideas in my head of unimaginable treasure, and my constantly light purse more or less made the decision for me. I'd try my hand at adventuring. While it would be unwise to venture forth without gathering a party, all of the groups I'd encountered were loud, brash, prideful or otherwise annoyingly occupied with living their lives by someone else's standards for good or evil. I would not be able to stomach sharing spoils with those with whom I would not share a table in a tavern. So be it, perhaps I'm not meant for meeting companions.

This group that saved me from the trolls, however, may prove to be different. I've offered my skills as terribly insufficient payment for saving my life and they've accepted. We shall see where I end up.
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Pock went digging through the hulks and masses of the remaining constructs, scanning the area for suitable matches. Lacking in adequacy for Pock's thirst, he moved on to the few that fell in the final moments. Checking body infrastructure, vital areas, and power flow, Pock mustered unseen strength to lift the bodies in the process. He slammed down the last one,

"Shoddy short circuited junks..."

Scanning the rest of the large room, he wandered off. Passing by the open entrance of an adjoining room, Pock spun on his feet and returned to the entrance.


Giggling softly echoed out, as a stool was drug across the ground. Pock sat next to the mass of an unusual construct inside a room with many around."

"HEEEYYYYY!! Take a look at this one!"

Small cobalt colored crystals lined the body of this psiforged construct, while oversized olive shards lay between.

"Tall, sturdy, and I could swear the body was made out of mithral! It looks like it just had some work done on it. It's Ghulra looks damaged. Let's see if this does the trick..."

A green slash across the forehead is cris-crossed with another as the Ghulra is restored. The eyes become back-lit by a green glow as the being awakens. Sitting up, looking around and then down to Pock, he slides off the table and moves toward a large blade hung on the wall. Sheathing it on his back, he returns his gaze to Pock.

"Status?" Looking around the room, and out the entrance. "Conditions of the forge have changed." Stepping towards the door, he glances back, "Request your name and status, Gnome."
Session: Chapter 26 - Sunday, Sep 25 2011 from 9:30 PM to 2:30 AM
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Agents of Alderaan
Campaign Introduction, Part 1
Please make a 1st level character and backstory and send them to me. You can find all the rulebooks under the files tab (though they do take a long time to download).

For purposes of character creation, let's go with this:

1. Roll 1d6.

2. You start with a point buy of 31, plus the number you rolled, so each character will be a 32 to 37 point buy character (before any other adjustments).

3. Any race, class or equipment from any of the books is allowed, except the Legacy Era guidebook (though I'll listen to proposals if you want to dip into something in mostly relates to events that have not yet occurred in the SW timeline).
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New in town
To be recorded in the journey of Anders and Snoop:
Anders gave a large smile after his attempt at proper city manners, and continued to listen, for the most part.

[FONT="Comic Sans MS;">Cows ain't so tough. Or they talkin' about those ones that walk and talk? I'd sure like to know. MAN, if this is the kind of guy Boril has workin' for him, I think I'm set to impress. Speakin' of...

"I don't mean to be rude, but why don't we go settle this? Boss, Boril, sir. I think I can be of some help to ya. This will be like my innerview, where you get to see what I'm made of! On the house, what d'ya think of that?"
Session: Chapter 19: Final Demise - Sunday, Aug 07 2011 from 9:30 PM to 2:30 AM
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