Pathfinder - Don't do what Dennis does.

Or the dark below. It's dark, is the point.

So Rayweth, championing White Estrid, and her gallant companions make our way to Karlsgard to challenge Sveinn Bloodeagle for his throne, lands, and holdings.

No wonder this place hasn’t been taken in months. because it’s a fucking fortress.
We land, and the challenge is sounded, and out comes a massive motherfucker of a tiefling.
He talked a lot of shit, even going so far to open-mouth laugh at Rayweth’s diminutive size.
Funnily enough, the laughing stopped when she wolfed out.
Within moments, she had skewered him through the jaw, and Bloodeagle’s men surrendered.
The siege was broken.

Only one thing left to do.

The key to the door in the middle of the tundra was given as a final gift from White Estrid, and we continued on with a guide from her to show us the way.

We board the airship and make the journey over the snowcapped forests to the tundra where the doors lay.
We’re pretty sure we’re prepared for the Underdark, but anything could happen. We tell the crew to wait for us as long as their rations would hold out—two weeks—and if we’re not back by then, make for home. We’re either dead or behind schedule, and we’ll make it back some other way.

With that, we say goodbye to the sun and sky and begin the descent.

Hours in, we’re seeing species of lichens and rock formations that have never seen daylight before. Some parts of the cave are smaller than others, and obviously haven’t seen much traffic. At one point we have to crawl on hands and knees, but still we go deeper.

There's snow and melees! PLURAL.

I was told I didn’t need to be all storyteller-ish when I did this so I’m just going to fucking write what happened all colloquially n shit. Enjoy.

So we get to Helgrim, meet White Estrid and we meet her awesome pet linwyrm.
As it turns out Estrid is on a campaign to become QUEEN (hells yes) of the Land of the Linnorm Kings (Queens) and has all the other jarls beaten. The last one, however, used poison (like an asshole) and gave her a severe limp, despite being defeated himself.
She intends to challenge Sveinn Bloodeagle, jarl of Karlsgard and the only remaining obstacle to having the entirety of the holdfasts under her control.
Sveinn, like a jerk, has been besieged for months, but neither side is able to break the siege and it doesn’t show signs of swinging either way anytime soon. Estrid’s strategy? Challenge the fucker to a duel to the death.
Problem. Estrid is wounded. Remember the poison?
When we arrive, she is about to hold a tournament to select her champion to challenge Sveinn. The contenders…are, well, they’re limp fucking noodles.
The tournament is a test of martial skill and strength—no magic of any kind is allowed.
No problem.
We have a werewolf.
Rayweth outright destroys the ccompetition, becomes White Estrid’s champion, is gifted a badass spear as an official seal of office as the soon-to-be-queen’s champion, and we move to Karlsgard to break that fuckin’ siege.
No pressure, Ray.

Into the Darklands
Chapter 1 - Trouble in the Tundra

The party has a map that leads to gods know where and they prepare to travel to Absalom to find out where!


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