What Comes Around Goes Around

In which we are all invited to the new campaign

And immediately panic at the title.

Is this some sort of subtle revenge?

Will it be punishment for a wrong we have committed?

Did I not give Darren enough XP?

Guess we’ll find out soon.

Oh god, the humanity!

Excerpt from “My Adventures – The Life of Theros Vitalstatistix, vol.1”

“What in the bloody hells is that infernal racket!?”

Theros sat up from a sleeping state to groggy in an impressive thirty seconds, holding his head in his hands. He looked through the window and couldn’t see the sun, and since his room was on the side of the house that got afternoon sun, it meant it was morning…cue more cursing as he struggled to find a way to roll out of bed.

“Who gets up at this hour? If there was a god, any god, they’d ensure that I didn’t have to be woken up by some infernal bell!”

Throwing on last nights clothes, still smelling of ale, wine and tobacco, he slowly and warily made his way through the house. Looking for servants, father, anybody, he felt bitterly let down that he was the only one forced to be up.

Grabbing a scone from the kitchen, he walked out the door and wrinkled his nose at the sight of the morning sun. He then got a whiff of his own body and clothes and winced.

“Gotta avoid those drunk bastards when they start throwing piss around! I stink! I’d better have a bath shortly.”

Following the noise, he made his way to the town square, where the entire village was waiting, looking up at his father, Mayor Vitalstatistix, standing on a box or something, waiting to speak. Theros muttered to himself…

“Gods, he doing it all wrong. He standing with the wrong pose, he’s facing the wrong way so we all have to squint, and I just KNOW he’s going to bellow instead of working the crowd…How’d he get to be Mayor?”

Sighing, he shook his head and listened to the bellowing. What followed was some drivel about caravans and bandits or something. Theros was too busy searching the crowd…for anything…something…but there was nothing but grubby peasants…even the town drunk was there…urgh!

It wasn’t until he heard his name get called out that he realised something was wrong.

“Hang on dad…what? You want me to do what? But I’m the Mayors son! I don’t do that.”

All his protesting was for naught. Somehow, he’d been saddled with some of the filthy peasants and even the drunk and the town idiot in some suicidal wagon ride to kill bandits. And there wasn’t even some decent weapons or armour to protect himself with.

“Those others had better bloody stand in the way if I get attacked. Can’t have me getting hurt. Who’d take over as Mayor if Dad died?”

With those words ringing through his own ears, he snaffled a bow so he could stand back and not get bothered and prayed to the non-existent gods that he not have to do anything and the trip was short and uneventful.

“Guess we find out tomorrow morning then…sigh.”

The characters of our little story
From God

Playing the son of the town’s Mayor – Leon

Playing the Town Drunk – Bob

Playing the Baker’s Apprentice – Roger

Playing the Town Idiot – Brian

Playing the Farmer – Jamie

They are all living in the little Farming community of Digon serving the Regions Capital city called Hexagon.

Good Luck to them all – except Brian :) <—- going to have a hard time especially when i give him an intelligent weapon.

I love my little Village
From God

The now newly formed party ( members of the common folk of Digon town ) have been tasked with protecting their Town’s livelihood ( meat and produce ) making sure it arrives at their capital ( Hexagon ) safe and sound.
Free from the hands of the dastardly highway bandits which has of late been plaguing the small town.

What a Villager does in his down time.
From God

In this exciting world of Icosahedra people have been known to keep a journal of the days or weeks events in a small leather bound book so in later years can reflect on their past actions and doings.

It is said that writing down the events of the days can help with the processing of the information in the brain, and in turn leaves the person a little bit more wiser in doing so.

So many of the more adventurous citizens of Icosahedra made this a daily event and were all the better for it, and in later years had something to pass down to their family members as a memento

All did not go well but it did.
From God

The Villagers tasked with protecting their trade wagon were set upon by the Highway Bandits.
They tried their best to save their wagon from the bandits but in the end the Bandits were too well organised and their ranged support were too skilled for the newly formed and inexperienced party.
Fortunately they were robbed by Vigeo Cellerdoor and his crew, a kind man who would not kill anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.
Vigeo Cellerdoor took the party to his small village of refugees and explained his situation, then together they struck a deal to liberate a nearby gold mine that had been overrun by goblins to benefit both parties.
So our new Adventures took off to free the mine from the Evil Goblins.

The world changes before my eyes

Excerpt from “My Adventures – The Life of Theros Vitalstatistix, vol.1”

So it’s true…I really DO have to get up for a second day in a row before lunch. What the deuce?

Pulling himself warily out of bed, Theros yawns and sighs mightily.

“Well, it’s official. Dad hates me.”

He leaves the house unwillingly, but meets a fairly ragtag group of people at the wagon of goods to go to Hexagon. The driver nods his head towards the back and everybody jumps in…unfortunately, that puts Theros within smell distance of a drunk of incredible stamina, and the smell is something to behold. Eyes watering, he can’t help but whimper as he watches Barney fall asleep and begin to snore, oblivious to the world.

Ashe is talkative. He actually seems to WANT to go and have a look around and meet the bandits. Likable, but, maybe a little naive? Nugg has the temerity to have a bloody dog in the back with us! The only thing making that better is that it’s pungent aroma is offset by the drunk. At least he’s quiet and seems earnest, if a little overly friendly with the dog. Called Dog!? No imagination. Oh, oh let’s not forget the idiot. I’m not even sure he has a name, but what keeps making its way out of his mouth is nothing short of a miracle of nonsense. Muttering to himself, he leans back and regrets every…single…bump in the road.

“This is going to be the longest day of my life.”

And it was. And only got longer when the sound of some uppity bandit stops the wagon and politely tells the driver that he’s going to rob him blind.
At this point, Theros is looking around a little wildly, glancing at everybody in the back, and is greeted by a weird mix of enthusiasm, stoicism, madness and ignorance as the drunk continued to sleep.

“Am I the only sane one here? This is bad…real bad. There is an actual bandit out there.”

Ashe, Nugg and Dog hop out of the wagon and go in different directions and the Idiot leaps out and immediately disappears as he literally sprints into hiding somewhere. Theros can’t help himself…he’s a little impressed despite his horror.

“That guy is a damn idiot, but that might just be the best idea of the whole blasted mess!”

From his blind vantage, all Theros can do is block out the snoring and he peeks a look out the front of the wagon. The bandit is drawing a weapon! Shit! Glancing round frantically, the drunk is still asleep, so Theros panics a bit and then takes a deep breath. Drawing up courage, he speaks quietly to himself.

“I hope this works.”

A strange language flows from his mouth as he focuses intently on the dagger, and has to fight from laughing with relief as the dagger slips from the mans hand, as the magical grease did its work. How he learnt these words he doesn’t know…somehow, he’s always known little things like this.

Another dagger is pulled and there are now noises all around the wagon. Arrows flying, Dog snarling, then yelping…the chaos of combat has come to Theros. He bravely peers out the front again and yells at the bandit.

“This is your one chance. Leave now and never return and you leave with your life!”

That was…uninspiring. The world turned into a blur. Theros shook and then kicked Barney into action and for some foolish reason, followed him out, holding his bow limply in his hand. A shot from somewhere startled him as an arrow stuck into the bandit. His body shaking, it took a moment to realise that it was HIS arrow.

Looking around, Barney was the only one to be seen, trying to force a drink on the bandit. I actually felt a twinge of sorrow for the poor sod, being forced to stand within inches of that drunkenly sustained musk. Everybody else was scattered. Some feet were under the wagon, some yelling from the tree to the side and arrows kept appearing.

Theros bolted for the tree and immediately felt weak. A strange urge grew in him to say…

“Something leapt up and bit me in the buttock…”

He keeled over and the light turned dark.

Awaking to a strange face, he did incredibly well to calm his emotions. The Bandit! He introduced himself as Vigeo Cellerdoor. Watching him, Theros actually felt a pang of jealousy. That windswept hair! The regal stride! The way his voice carried, just right!

As Vigeo explained his situation, Theros became more enamoured. This man was RIGHT! He and his people were oppressed! They must be helped! Or at least allowed to get out of these shithole little kobold dwellings they were forced to squat in.

A gold mine was the answer. So with some discussion, and some pleading, Theros led his valiant group away…and almost immediately found this world was bigger and stranger than he had ever realised.

A man in ornate heavy armour, the like not seen ever in Digon, and a woman…cat…person crossed paths. They were dangerous, that’s for sure. And fickle, if this cat woman was any indication. Luckily, Theros was able to garner the direction of the mine, thank them and move the group along before the two changed their minds and killed, robbed or something them all. Or maybe it would just be the cat woman.

The entrance of the mine was in sight as suddenly, a portal crackled to life in front of the eclectic group. Somebody, or something was trying to say something, but who or what it was couldn’t be made out, and only two words could be understood from almost all of the rambling.


The portal disappeared as quickly as it appeared and the party collectively shrugged their shoulders and set their sights on the mine. Reaching it ensured some immortal words from Barney Gumble!
“Fuck it, they’re stopping me getting to the pub!”

In shock, Theros could only watch, mouth agape as Barney then immediately charged towards two dog, rat like things and two green miniature monsters, possibly these goblins we had been told of.

A quick breathing exercise limbered his throat and Theros began to sing, and immediately noticed the group respond. He moved forward and planted an arrow in the side of the dog things face as Ashe cast some form of godly blessing on the group. Barney cleaved a goblin in twain, Dog attacked and tore out the dog things throat and somehow another dog appeared from nowhere and disappear almost immediately. A purple bolt flew from behind us and as we turned, the Idiot shrugged his shoulders and looked as puzzled as us, saying…

“Where’d that come from?”

The combat was quick and brutal. Theros was able to put more arrows in things and the remaining two monsters were slain.

After a quick breather, the valiant group entered the mine. Nugg had some form of magic in him as well! The mine was dark and he was able to conjure some light that stuck to whatever he cast it on like glue! What a fascinating spell. Or not, apparently, if you’re a drunk. Barney took one look, cursed and off he fucked, the spell deflating his courage. Some unkind words and a couple of wee tricks later and Barney was back in front of the group, leading the way down.

About a hundred feet down, they discovered two passages branching off and a shaft going directly down, glowing with an eerie green light, which was incredibly deep.

Noise came from the left, so they moved on, promising Ashe that the shaft would still be there when they came back.

Three goblins were excavating something, a shape, from the tunnel wall. They turned and the goblin in the middle was obviously something different. It cast a spell, much like the one Ashe cast, and then directed its minions to attack us.
Another well placed arrow and another dead goblin, Theros was beginning to feel like this was not such a bad life.

“Ha! Take that you little green bastard”

He shouted between verses of song. His music was clearly aiding the others again, the power of music driving them to greater feats than they would normally be capable of.
The other goblin minion went down quickly and the leader goblin looked worried. Suddenly, as it was surrounded, the thing the goblins were excavating broke free of the wall and slammed its mighty fists down on the Idiot, knocking him from his feet and consciousness. Theros panicked and reflexively cast a spell, greasing the floor beneath the thing, goblin and Ashe, causing all but Ashe no problems whatsoever…

“Oh gods, sorry Ashe!”

Suddenly, the tunnel grew wet and dark, even with the magical light showing the way. Muffled sounds and lights moved at the edge of Theros’ vision and a few seconds later, the scene cleared as the fog melted away, showing the goblin curled up in a ball on the ground, shaking in terror and the thing, the construct, from the wall pulsing with a green light, faster and faster.

“Um, is it supposed to do that?”

Theros fired one last arrow at this thing and the pulsing stopped. A sense of calm settled over the tunnel and party members.

Travel Journal Day 1
Pointy sticks and slippery floors

“We are all wanderers on this earth. Our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams.” – The Eight Scrolls of Desna

“Best day ever.”

It had been so long since Ashe had been allowed out of town. The long road was calling and the thought of being able to see new places thrilled him. Okay, there was a large risk of painful pokey death at the hands of bad people, but really he’d take it over yet another day getting scolded by the oven.

Not that the bakery didn’t have it’s upside, as Ashe had made many new friends with his arms full of freshly baked tasty treats. Of course the bandits took some warming up to first. They were so eager to get to the food they decided to attack first and apologise much later.

After a few rude words, angry noises, and some common sense from the farmer and his pig, everyone calmed down. The bandits explained that a much simpler solution would be to help them find another source of income. Also, Hexagon sounds a lot less desirable to visit now. It had mean rulers charging huge taxes, and probably not appreciating a quality baked good.

So the party decided to help the bandits by clearing out a mine for them to use. Ashe would’ve suggested using it themselves except that would mean trading one boring home, for another, and he was in the mood for travel.

Of course the goblins put up a bit of a fight until they were introduced to the pointy end of the town drunk. Turns out he can swing more than a mean bottle.

There was one moment of concern, when some metal monster came to life and everything got a bit scary, and Ashe found himself on the ground and very slippery. Luckily the party fought together and the mayor’s son saved the day with his bow. Though no one could explain how the floor got so slippery.

In fact everyone managed to do something useful so maybe there is hope for this party yet.

Except the crazy guy. He just ran around saying weird things.

The Green Shaft
From God

Our adventures found a small green tube and decided to try it out at the green shaft they discovered in the mine they were clearing out for the bandits.

they soon figured out how to use this strange devise and were teleporting between the levels of the green shaft.

they came across some strange and wonderful creatures and at the bottom were faced with a tough adversary. they overcame the threat.

two faces and two doors then appeared before them and were given one question to figure out what door was good or bad.
sadly they failed and Vigo came and revived them two days later.

Vigo helped out and they found a ring now they have a new purpose “Find the book”.

Sometimes people don't surprise you

Excerpt from “My Adventures – The Life of Theros Vitalstatistix, vol.1”

A closer inspection of the automation revealed some form of glowing tube in the chest cavity, and an even closer inspection of the tube revealed that yes, it was super bright and hard to get past being blinded, and yes, there was more than met the eye, with symbols engraved down the length of the tube, and just the top symbol glowing.

Theros stared at the symbols and had a suspicion he had seen them before.

“These symbols match the engravings above the shaft we saw earlier.”

Proud of his attention to detail, the others immediately moved past him, caring very little other than to accept that this was probably true. Feeling deflated, he suggested a short excursion down the remaining tunnel before examining the shaft more closely.

The second tunnel led down a similar depth and had an exposed part of the tunnel that showed the same green material the shaft and the strange automaton looked to be made of. With nothing else of note to find, Theros led his party back to the shaft.

The tube looked as though it would fit quite nicely into an indention in the wall beside the shaft, so after some tentative testing, he slotted the tube in and watched as a second symbol lit up. With no discernible change other than that symbol lighting up, the group struggled to comprehend where to go from there.

“Up? Down? One? Top? Bottom?”

As Theros started muttering words in hope something would trigger in the shaft. Instead, the world went dark and Theros felt the chill of shock ripple through his body, and nearly panicked when he realised that he was suddenly all alone. His stressed mind couldn’t grasp what had just happened and he zoned out, looking into the shaft and seeing that it now went both up and down. Not hearing anything, he tried to focus on what he had been saying when he teleported.

“Oh god…I have no idea…”

The panic seriously starting to settle in and his mind whirred. All of a sudden, he appeared back next to the party. It must have been something he thought! The party appeared as surprised as Theros himself when he appeared again.

Some testing later revealed that the thought of a number and a maximum of three beings could travel at a time and it seemed as though where ever you were when you triggered the tube, you appeared next to the shaft on that level.

Some of the tunnels coming off the shaft were empty, some were short and not well excavated, while others had…things…in them.

It is at this point that peoples natures revealed themselves a little more clearly. Ashe was fascinated. Fascinated with the mode of travel, the destinations and what could be possibly be found. Nugg and Dog were stoic and interested primarily in moving forward as the party cleared the mines. The idiot, who up to this point had STILL not given us the pleasure of his name, has started to appear less of an idiot and more as a sane man. Possibly something to look into more carefully at a more opportune moment. And here too, Barney and his alcoholic addiction started to hamper the group. A massive focus on his next drink and the tavern alone started to wear the others in the party down.

Theros made a hasty decision…not his last, and also not necessarily his best decision…and touched Barney on the shoulder and teleported to the top of the shaft and suggested to Barney that if it was the pub he wanted, the exit was back the way they came, hoping that the option the drunk wanted being made available would sate him. An immediate departure for the exit put paid to that notion and Theros shook his head and went back to the group.

A brief discussion with the others led Theros, frustrated at the situation, to head back up in search of Barney, hoping against hope that he hadn’t already disappeared. Luckily, he found him at the top of the mine, drinking from a skin, already seeming happier. A note to the needs of the party and some of the drunkenly hidden character of the man emerged, and Barney returned to the party.

And just in time! A beast of which Theros had only heard of in tales, an Ankheg, was found wandering and the bright glare of a stone with the light spell on it alerted it to the groups position and it attacked. With acid for blood and fearsome pincers, this was nothing to be taken lightly.
A charge, a few arrows, a dog bite later and the fearsome beast lay defeated. It had clearly been here quite some time. Somehow, some of its blood splashed on the tube, lighting yet another symbol.

Deeper into the mine, a tunnel littered with wooden handles indicated something lying in wait. A cautious approach revealed a creature that again, Theros had only heard described in tales, this time a dangerous Rust Monster, which literally eats metal of any kind.
In what was fast becoming a combat trend, a charge from the drunk, the dog and sometimes the baker, followed by some arrows and gibberish saw the beast killed, with little more damage done that Barney’s sword being badly damaged. or so he thought! The idiot simply asked to look at the weapon, shrugged his shoulders, handed the sword back, clearly confused as it wasn’t damaged at all. Again, there is something more to this idiot than appears.

The deeper the party got, the warmer and more eerie the mines became. Reaching a deep tunnel, a light could be seen. Ahead, a lantern appeared to floating by itself in the air. A strange occurrence, in a mine of strange. And stranger still, the lantern talked, and both Ashe and Theros were able to converse with it. An added bonus was a feeling of warmth and rightness emanating from it. Introducing itself as Lantern, the Lantern Archon was exploring and felt that a combining of forces would be beneficial. After a short discussion, mostly around the inability of the rest of the group to understand what was being said, Theros and Ashe invited Lantern along.
Lantern immediately proved his worth, healing Dog with some form of ray and also investigating a tunnel a little deeper into the mine, finding some form of lizard creature sleeping further in. The description from Lantern led Theros to wrack his brain for a tale and finally remembered that this sounded much like a fabled Basilisk! The ability to petrify a person somehow was a terrifying prospect. Nobody wanted to attack this head on! Theros came up with a cunning plan (along with a weasel tail).
“We could sneak up to it, teleport it to the edge of a shaft and push it down the shaft and let it fall to its death!”

Genuinely excited and impressed with his own creativity, Theros was in for a rude awakening as the rest of the group unanimously voted against the idea by moving on, leaving the Basilisk to its slumber.

Finally reaching the bottom of the mine, the party appeared to interrupt some form of ritual, with a large goblin looking creature, flanked by four regular goblins…no, not regular! Dead goblins! And strangely, some form of portals, two of them, apparently guarded by giant faces.
The large goblin creature snarled in frustration as the heads disappeared, and it gestured to the dead goblins to take care of the party, while pulling out a large bow of its own. Splitting into small groups, Dog and Nugg focused on a couple of dead goblins, Ashe strode forward, filled with the confidence of his god, a flash of godly power emanating from him twice, disrupting the dead goblins somehow, Lantern also seemed focused on the goblins, almost disgusted by them, incinerating them with a beam of golden light, Barney charging directly toward the large goblin, and Theros, nocking an arrow and attempting to take out a small creature quickly.

The small goblins quickly taken care of, the large creature was proving a serious threat, and its archery was proving deadly. A quick check of the creature revealed that it had not just a bow, but a morning star as well, and with party members moving in to flank it, Theros cast grease on the melee weapon in the hopes that it would make the morning star difficult to use.

An arrow then took down Barney, and he collapsed in a heap, bleeding badly. Theros visibly paled as the rest of the group looked around at each other and tried to think of a scenario where the rest of the group made it out of the combat alive and failed.

Theros had a flash of brilliance. Clearly the beast had got down here somehow, but surely some time could be bought to restore the party somewhat with the healing magics at their disposal. Taking a deep breath, he strode forward, reached out to touch the beast and thought of the level that they Basilisk resided, hoping that one or the other would kill each other, and thinking himself back down to the same level as the party again.

Some hurried healing and a hectic ambush was set up, and the party was as ready as they could be for the beast as it simply floated down the shaft. As it descended, it reached the bottom and dropped its bow, and reached for its morning star, struggling to get it out, causing the party to attack quickly without fear of reprisal. A roar of frustration from the beast was the last sound it made as it was cut down.

Relief evident on all the faces, Theros breathed a sigh of relief that his slightly mad plan paid off so handsomely.

After some time to regather their wits about them, the heads reappeared, along with the portals behind them. A cryptic comment followed…

“You have one question. Behind one door is certain death and the other, our treasure. One of us lies and the other tells the truth. What is your question?”

Unfortunately, while the party immediately and correctly moved away and started working out what was going on, Theros only heard “One of us lies and the other tells the truth. What is your question?” and immediately figured out a quite brilliant solution. Taking a silver coin, he asked…

“What colour is this coin?”

The face lied and said gold, and Theros turned to the others, facing glowing in triumph! The look on the others was a mix of shock, and clearly, awe at the intellect shown. Or, as the reality sunk in, it was shock, frustration and disappointment, and Theros felt crushed. He’d missed something vital and cost them all a chance at certain treasure.

Ashe showed some remarkable bravery, choosing a door and stepping through, regardless of the error in judgement made by Theros.

Waking, face hurting, throat raw, head thumping and stomach churning, Theros found Vigeo in the chamber, concerned about the group. Apparently a couple of days had passed and the bandit had become concerned at the party not returning. Vigeo had saved Theros’ life twice now. The debt would be repaid!

In the mean time, Ashe had worked a way to get through the correct door, in a feat of logic that left Theros shaking his head in confusion. Regardless, it worked and Vigeo was able to choose a door, allowing Ashe to step through and reveal a ring of exquisite craftsmanship. Vigeo was able to determine that it was a magical ring of protection, which was immediately offered to, and even more quickly accepted by Barney, leading to a shock for the party as a vision of a woman flowed before their eyes, leaving a lingering urge to find a book somewhere in Hexagon.

Leaving the mine was hastened, as the party was weary, tired and in need of a break. So Vigeo led the group back to the top, only to find as they exited, a large burly creature screaming at the party for killing its minions. It seemed out of it mind and it immediately charged, wielding a massive axe.
It was unlikely that any outcome other than the party standing victorious and Barney clutching yet another trophy was to be expected.

The trip back to the village was short, but eventful. A fated meeting with the groups protector, a gnome calling himself Christoff, found hiding in a bush, somewhat ineffectively, provided some confusion and mirth in equal measure.
Another portal opened in front of the group, similar to the one on the way to the mine. This time however, the being was able to step through, still disrupted in some incredible manner, and all that could be worked out was a single sentence.

“You put the ring on?!”

It sounded exasperated as it disappeared.

A short while later, a pack of wild dogs were spotted, and they immediately rushed the group. Nugg reached into his backpack and pulled out some trail rations, throwing them on the ground, halting the dogs immediately. A clever idea and the needless death of the pack was avoided.
Finally making their way back to the village, the prospect of some rest attracted the party immensely. Unfortunately, this was not to be…


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