Friday, February 24, 2017

The Continuing Adventures in the land of Xan Than Du

Our intrepid expedition has been cut off from one of their members who was last seen on the island of Mr DeGroot, big game hunter.   Unfortunately there is no safe route for them to rescue him as Dal-Ga the lion demon still patrols the land and the Ottoman Slavers still hold the old Andorran Fort on Pirate Island.

So they purchased a fishing boat in Guam-yaiv and attempted to sail the rough seas there,  camping at night on the jungle peninsula where they had run ins with villages of escaped slaves and snake cults. They then island hopped from the isle of the ghost elephant, to tiger island where they picked up a shipwrecked British Citizen,  Hank Thompson.   Despite all their trials and tribulations they then set out on their final leg to Pirate Island,  a hop to an ominous volcanic island and then on to a stealth mission to Pirate Island to regain their lost treasure and gear.

As their sailed to the island they saw a shipwrecked dhow from the city of Zann-Thorr, currently sealed off from outsiders and of uncertain allegiance to the French Colonial Government.  After some debate they stopped to help them build a raft to tow them to shore.  The handful of survivors warned them that this island ,  Terror Island, is cursed.  The party was undeterred and helped build the raft, completing it by sunset, but deciding they would wait until first light before attempting to sail.

At first the volcano rumbled and strange flying shapes were seen in the sky.  The party was unafraid as the shipwrecked soldiers quivered.   Then came the drums and the sound of people moving through the jungle towards the shore.  The soldiers screamed the party was mad and should flee, the brave party scoffed as if British citizens (especially heavily armed ones) should flee.  They began trying to count torches in the jungle.  Round by round they rolled to see how many they could see so far.  10, 15, 25...still more, 35..uh oh,  45.. surely that is everyone?  Technically yes I said, there are 40 torches, but more than 5 large beasts moving as well.

Moving past the tree-line were forty locals in two units.  10 front line soldiers with palm leaf shields, wooden animal helms, and bamboo torches.  Behind the front rank were 10 archers with glistening obsidian arrows.   Also present were 7 massive terror birds being ridden by warrior priests of in feather armour with bamboo lances.  As the soldiers fled with a few half-hearted pot shots and vehement urging for the party to do the same the PC's tried to hold their ground as the enemies tried to cross a few zones of open ground.  Despite their superior firepower,  a pair of mounted terror birds managed to make it into their midst and cause great havoc. They bought enough time for the wave of warriors to approach.  After losing two of their number (with a third on fire) the party raced to the shore and jumped into the sea and climbed onto their waiting fishing boat.

They sailed away defeated under a hail of arrow fire, having lost some very expensive supplies. But their rescue of soldiers from Zann-thorr has given them an "in" to the city.

As their main characters healed (this is an expedition based game), the parties second line characters decided to head out to find some treasure to loot/relics to bring back to (private) museums for proper care and study.

They set out North to the cloud rainforests where they heart tale of a village besieged by panthers of demonic intellect.  After a tough (and expensive) slog through the jungle, beset by panthers themselves, they arrived in a small outpost of the remaining free forces of Xan-Than-Du.  After proving they weren't French,  they heard rumours of an ancient city in the jungle that was cursed by the gods.  Running low on time they made a quick expedition to find the city and in doing so they encountered tzetze fly swarms and more ghostly panthers.  They quickly looted a crumbling structure of some copper and gold valuables before returning to the village and trekking south to safer areas (to avoid rolling on the table).

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