Opportunity Knocks

Season One Complete

Just wanted to thank you all for playing my game and contributing to it as much as I did. I can’t wait for Season Two to begin, but I will enjoy the time off so that I can make more terrain pieces and flesh out the story beyond a simple outline.

I’d like to give a big thanks to Austin for not only providing a place for us to play, but also for feeding us dinner every time too. Hosting the game at my house would have been a huge challenge, so thank you for letting us use yours.

See you in two weeks, ready to slay more dragons.

A Letter Found in Weaverville

The following letter was found in the Weaver’s shop:



I trust your little band of cultists are doing well, gathering
the greedy souls for our masters return. I worry that by
harvesting their own your supply will soon run out.

My plans to free the Lord of Storms has succeeded. The
natives took their vengeance and broke the magic binding him.
The general was helpful in sending them weaponry. But his
agents have been unable to locate the temple. I don’t have
to stress the importance of finding it with you.

Thank you for the gifts, they are wonderful and will serve
me well. I trust you have received the book? Sister and I
felt it would be best to hide this in your remote village,
where it cannot be found. It’s discovery at this late hour
would risk our plans.

After you have finished playing with your food in
Weaverville you should come and join me. The people of
Shan Fan are overflowing with greed, and the local
magistrate is wrapped around my little finger.

DM Goofs, and Unfinished Work

I realized I made some goofs in closing out tonight’s session.

1: Everyone gets 3 experience points for tonight’s session.

2: For successfully ending the cult in weaverville, the posse is entitled to a legendary chip. If you recall, I do not use legendary chips. Instead I grant the posse a one-time power. Remind me when we start our next session and I will reveal it. You still haven’t used your last one, and there is only one session left!

3: Percival asked if anything was found at Lydia’s shop, and I said no. That was wrong. There was a letter found with important information which I will share later this week.

4: Minor plot point of no significance, but no one seemed to recall that Gavin Dorsey is a name you’ve heard before. No matter really, but look through the notes if you are curious.

5: If anyone is curious why Jasper was trying to lure Icie out, it was to substitute her for his sister in the sacrifice. Didn’t get revealed, but didn’t want to leave anyone confused as to what was going on.

Who has wounds left unhealed? Zane does, anyone else? I’ll work out the natural healing stuff online before our next session.

Investigation of Fort Lincoln: Epilogue II

The two figures stood at the hillside, the sun setting behind them. They could see the Ever Triumphant Trail in the valley below. The four heroes marching northward back to their home. The land seemed at peace. Birds were chirping a happy song.

“What do you think Dah-Keya? Is it over?” said the white man. He had lived with the tribe for many years and knew that the medicine man had a deeper understanding of the invisible world.

“For us, yes. The spirits are at rest and Coyote has returned to the earth. But it is not over for them. They will meet Coyote again, and he does not forget.”

“Maybe they should have kept the knife.”

“No. They will need a different weapon for what they will face.”

Investigation of Fort Lincoln: Epilogue I

“Ah hell Lyn, you’re all kinds of messed up.”

Blood had stopped flowing from the large wound. The hot iron had sealed the wound, but the arm was gone. The thin man was being carried by his brother through the forest.

“Nah, can’t be. I don’t feel nuthin.” said Llewellyn.

“That’s not good Lyn.” said his brother.

“I’m dyin then. All the things we’ve done, I know I’m headed for the pit. All the things we’ve killed, all those monsters, they’ll be waiting for me Roy.”

“No, not if I can help it.”

The brothers reached their destination, an Indian burial ground at the top of a mesa.

“Don’t do it Roy. It ain’t right.”

“I got to Lyn. It’s like pa always said, ’Don’t matter what he looks like, kin is kin.’”

Prologue: Mystery of Weaverville
A visit to Fort Lincoln and beyond

We traveled south towards Fort Lincoln passing the towns of Harmony and Goodwill. The weather was miserable over the 2-3 day long trip, enough rain that it actually stripped the soil. Flash floods destroyed the sawmill and other industries. Van Duesen’s heir sold the family business and gave the proceeds the Wiyot.

Upon reaching the fort we went to the telegraph office. Sgt. Nolan Lake is the supply officer so we went to go speak with him.We saw a powerfully built man talking to a crowd about the death of Alina Hindle. He was a sheriff looking to deputize a group to pursue Barton Duval who was suspected of killing her. Cho offered to travel with Deputy Fox to seek the accused. Lt. Daniels is the ranking officer at the fort,

We spoke to Sgt. Lake regarding requisitions and determined that a large shipment of old rifles was picked up by Sgt. Tanner in the past.

We headed out to look for the fugitive. Shortly afterwards we ran into a dust storm. In the dust storm we encountered some Pinkerton men with a wagon that had a large iron sphere in it. Afterwards we made camp for the night. We continued north to a flat grassy plain with muddy river and a trading post. The Chinese man running the training post said that Barton Duval had been through a few hours ago. He tried to trade for a new horse. He left to head up to his claim. A few weeks back Duval had come through with some odd colored quartz rocks looking to sell.

We encountered a flipped wagon with crushed side and native arrows stuck in it. Percival surmised that the arrows were staged and suspects that the Pinkerton men were not really Pinkerton. He also suspected that they tore down wanted posters of themselves.

Later that night we encountered A glowing wisp like creature. Deputy Fox suddenly seemed overcome and started taking about beautiful music while he crammed his gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

The next morning we encountered a white man who took us to visit a local Native tribe. The shaman of the tribe told us that the white men we tracked had become a manitou after digging i a sacred area where he was overcome by a coyote spirit. He also said a different creature of darkness sent the wisp creature after us. that the creature could only be seen in the darkness and left tracks like a snake. They gave Icie a bone knife to use on the manitou to leave the possessing spirit from him. They asked us to go to the sacred place and put him down.
We went to the sacred place where Icie fell into an underground cavern while following a vague urge from the Knife. In the caverns we found a mining camp with two completely shredded bodies. Further investigation revealed Barton Duval hiding in another cavern, cringing in a corner. He was lamenting that he couldn’t kill himself and that he hadn’t wanted to kill the little girl. Hearing that the man was tortured and wished to die and knowing what the Shaman had told him, Cho immediately opened fire to try and put the man down as quickly as possible. Unfortunately the spirit bound in Duval mad him supernaturally resistant to damage and a protracted melee ensued until Icie was finally able to use the shaman’s knife to put him down for good.

As we tried to leave the cave we encountered the two men impersonating Pinkerton’s. They barred the exit, saying it was a good thing we were there because their “brother” was getting hungry. At that point a small dust cloud rapidly assaulted everyone in the room. We could see an invisible humanoid shape in the cloud, defined by were it blocked the path of flying debris. After another brutal fight the invisible beast was slain and the Pinkerton impersonators were put to flight. We pursued them for a time until the last of them slipped away into the wilds. We captured the wagon carrying the strange metal sphere and used it to transport the bodies of the invisible beast and Duval back to Fort Lincoln.

Once we arrived we collected a reasonable bounty and reported our results to the Sheriff. We sought out the Lieutenant in charge of the fort to see if he knew anything of the arms shipments to New Opportunity. If he knew anything he hid it well as we saw nothing to indicate guilt or a hidden agenda.

We departed back to New Opportunity, once again finding that our rations were insufficient for the journey. When we drew within sight of town we found Zane dangling naked from the archway at the edge of town. We were eager to find out what happened but the curtains closed on the session.

XP: 2

Return to Grizzly Bluff: Epilogue

Rain fell in heavy drops, the kind that soak straight to the bone. The parched earth, which hadn’t seen rain like this in over ten years, soaked it up. If soil could be giddy, this land would be laughing with joy. But there was no joy in the man who carried the body of his love wrapped in clean linen. She never fancied him the way he loved her, and he knew it. He knew that she preferred the touch of softer flesh, but he didn’t care. She couldn’t help who she loved any more than he. She was gone, and his love demanded one final act.

He carried her over the threshold of the newly built church. Votive candles flickered but refused to be extinguished. The priest, kneeling at the altar, felt the whip of cold air strike the back of his neck. He turned to see the silhouette of the man carrying a body in his doorway.

Waving the visitor off he said, “The undertaker is next door. We can make arrangements after the deceased has been taken care of.”

“Alberto. It’s Shay. She’s dead.”

A feeling of dread passed over the priest. He knew that Shay lived a dangerous life. He knew she would die young, but the news still affected him.

“I’m sorry Ben. I… I know how you felt about her.”

“She died at Grizzly Bluff, Alberto. They cut out her heart.”

The name of Grizzly Bluff hit Father Santos like a bullet. Memories of the horrors he saw there passed through his mind.

“She died at Grizzly Bluff, and you know what that means. I need your help Father. I need to make sure she wasn’t cursed.”

“Ben, you know the lord hasn’t blessed me with his power since the last time.”

“Please Father, try. I can’t let her suffer.”

“It would take a miracle.”

“Then lets hope I came to the right place.”


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