Sunday we kicked off my new Savage Worlds Sandbox setting with a bang, or at least a whole passle of players: Wendy, Dan, Paul, Elyssa, Russell, Mac, Walter, and Mike M. Russell and I spent a bunch of the afternoon making a variety of pregens for the people who didn’t already have characters (everybody but Wendy and Dan) to pick from. After they grabbed a character that sounded appealing and assigned a name and gender, we got started.
The roster ended up being:
- Loric, the Physician/Mage – male – Wendy
- Thorvald, the Demonologist – male – Dan
- Aerys, the Duelist – male – Paul
- Qwirk, the Brute – male – Elyssa
- Tyrok, the Dwarven Architect and Priest of Fess – male – Russell
- Dorakyra, the Priestess of Kyr – female – Mac
- Angelina, the Tomb Raider – female – Walter
- Ranth, the Scout – female – Mike M
Because it was the first game, and there were so many players, including ones who only show up once in a great while, I gave them a mission to start out instead of going for the full-on sandbox. That is, I gave Dorakyra and Tyrok a mission, and left it to them to recruit the others.
Dorakyra has been charged by the senior priestesses of her Goddess, Kyr, the Collector of the Dead, to travel to the village of Brightfalls, approximately one day’s journey to the north of Losian and find the church that records indicate should be there, clear it, and consecrate it to the Gods. Tyrok was assigned to go with her and aid her. The pair had been given 500 gold to get supplies and perhaps aid in recruiting (not a lot of money in the economy of the Haunted Realm, since as yet almost all necessities need to be imported from the New Kingdoms).
After some by-play where Dorakyra bet Tyrok that she could find three women to go with them before he could find three men (the stakes were she would let him braid dwarven ornaments in her queue vs. he would let her tattoo “My Heart Belongs to Kyr, But My Soul Belongs to Fess” in henna on his chest), they managed to recruit the rest of the part. Tyrok weaseled out of the bet by getting the women he found (Ranth and Angelina) to stay out of sight until he managed to convince Dorakyra (who had only found men, in the form of Qwirk, Loric, and Thorvald) to call the bet a draw. After the parameters of the task were described to them and remuneration discussed, they all agreed to go, though Tyrok once again had to fib…this time telling Loric, who was a bit cautious and reluctant to venture into the wilderness, that the church at Brightfalls was a famous repository of death records that would certainly aid him in his research into the Soul Plague.
The party decided that they would set out at mid-day, so they’d camp well away from Brightfalls and whatever was currently inhabiting it, and arrive the next day with plenty of sunlight left. They began hiking to the north, passing the newly established farms and tiny villages around Losian, and gradually leaving civilization–or what passed for it–behind.
Shortly before dusk, they were set upon by a pack of skeletons that had been lurking behind some trees near the path that’s what’s left of the road to Brightfalls. To keep things simple, and because it was most of the players’ first introduction to combat in Savage Worlds, there were only 4 Skeletons, and they were all Extras. They made relativel short work of the skeletons, with only Angelina taking a hit hard enough to cause a Wound, which she spent managed to Soak.
After spending time interring the remains of the skeletons and performing the proper rights of Kyra over them, the party decided to camp there, rather than continue in the deepening gloom. They set watches for the night, but aside from something large moving past the camp, the night passed uneventfully.
And there we broke for the night.
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I resent your impugning my honesty like that. I merely told the women adventurers that appearing in public would be unlucky. That was perfectly true- it would be unlucky for me to lose the bet and have to be pierced with sharp and unhygienic needles. (The henna was a compromise, after we called off the bet.) Furthermore, it seems perfectly plausible that a temple of the god of death would be the best place to find annals from a plague year. That I lack any evidence is not any evidence of a lack of such annals.
Apologies will be accepted, this time.
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