Reign of Winter

Grey's second Journal Entry (Session 5)


It appears as if infiltrating this pale tower and bringing it down will require more effort than I anticipated. Though the front door guards caused little trouble to me, there was an Ice troll inside whose determination to put down the allies of Taldor who accompanied me was admirable, however I still needed them. Inside the tower was a large contingent of guards, and I’m told by my informant, a housekeeper named hatch that there was a water elemental nearby.

Of greater interest to me however was the deceptive creature I met on the second floor, of the tower. She had was identical to the Taldan Noblewoman whom we rescued from the bandits in the borderwood. This creature transformed into what I assume is it’s true form once killed, a grey skinned humanoid. I have collected some of the creature’s skin, and body fluids that they may be analyzed by our sages to discover how this transformation occurs. It seems as though the kidnapping may have been part of a larger plot, the replacement of key figures in aristocracies world wide. If my theory on this is correct, then our country may also be at risk,and while seeing the Taldan dogs fall from their arrogant places would be satisfying it would give me far more pleasure to be the instrument of their demise.

Of further interest was a creature that the witch of the tower must have been keeping as some sort of pet or experiment. This creature would spray spores into the air that had a hallucinogenic property. This plant was mostly destroyed, but I have salvaged a spore pod to be investigated by our sages, perhaps this gas could be made into a weapon. The spore gas is invisible when spread, so it could be used to make our enemies believe one of their leaders was insane, if used frequently enough by a well inserted agent.

I continue to explore this tower, and seek to bring an end to the witch controlling it and thereby restore the order that was in the border wood.

Hoping this journal survives to meet your eyes,
Grey in the Lion’s Mane.

Grey's journal entry

This servant of the Satrap wishes you well and hopes that his lack of communication will not go unnoticed. I am well underway in my efforts to destroy this white tower and make the winter weather in the unseasonably cold summer months fade by closing the portal, however I find that my ways of communicating with you have gone beyond my reach. It is to that end that I am beginning this journal in order that I may present you with a full report of the happenings on this side of the gate when I return, if I return at all.
The simpletons and I have made an ally of a merchant woman, who has some skill with weaponry. One of the challenges to traveling through Irrisen is the ever present eyes of the ravens, who seem to report to the witches who lead this country and thus the incursions into our lands. While traveling to town we tried to hide ourselves from their eyes, yet they spotted the flaming hair of Scarlett, as she moved about under a tarp. They blinded several of the simpletons, but we were able to destroy the patrol before they could make their report. The residents of Waldsby have been less than friendly to outsiders. This made it difficult on all of us, but especially on the Ape-Man Aap. While he seems accustomed to clamboring over almost any obstacle, he simply had to stay out of sight in town. A contingent of soldiers were dispatched to find us within the town, but apparently they were unprepared for battle with a coiled master. They were ended quickly. Among their possessions was a mirror that could be used for expedient commication.
We move to strike at the heart of the tower on the morrow, If we are successful then the spring should be upon you shortly.
Health and Riches to the Satrap,
Grey of The Lion’s Mane

Grey's Third Missive


I have discovered something which I feel may be able to aide our quest in expanding trade. As of this moment, within the Taldan borderwood is a gate that the Taldans themselves are nearly completely unaware of. This gate leads straight into Irrisen, which is where I am writing you from. I write this as I wait out a storm with a traveling caravan, and the same individuals who have aided me up to this point. How did I get here, you must be asking, it is not a short tale, but here is the crux of it.

After my last missive, we followed the trail further into the border wood towards what the source of this unseasonable winter must be. Nearing we met with an arctic weasle who was as large if not larger than a horse, it attacked us and my confederates were able to subdue it. We then met with Blizzard Elementals, or so Ergo told me, and a creature identified as a Mephit. We also found ourselves tangling with tiny creatures who led the ever-absent Besk into a trap where he plummeted into a bed of spikes before the rest of us could attempt his rescue. Also there was a frosty troll whom we dispatched with little effort before meeting with a Black Rider of Irrisen, This is where the tale gets to be a bit unbelievable. The black riders must be some sort of Irrisen Generals loyal to Baba Yaga. The curfrent queen of Irrisen does not want her reign to end as the 100 years of it near their close. She somehow has prevented Baba Yaga’s return and has now set her sights upon conquering Golarion. These icy portals presumably are to allow her armies access to different areas of the world. I feel that this supersedes my assignment to monitor Taldan activities near the border wood, and I have set off to see Baba Yaga returned. Expect regular missives but there should be a travel delay on them.

We were instructed that in order to close it we must go to a pale tower on the other side of it. Once through we happened upon a caravan being attacked by Mantises the size of horses. We slew the beasts and were able to save the caravan, who warned us of the approaching storm. While it storms I sit, rather uncomfortably writing this letter to you.

May the Satrap reign all of his days,

The Grey of the Lion’s Mane.

Grey's Second Missive

As I write this I wonder if it will ever see your hands, I know the eyes of the Satrap see far and wide, but I wonder if you have yet seen the threat which I now face. It seems after our last outing, the simpletons noted their lack in some areas and have been recruiting, we’ve been joined by a halfling who commands some control over magic. This “Ergo” appears to possess significant power, but I doubt he will uncover our true purposes. I shall see if he can be of value to us.

I should of course communicate the dangers I have faced, with the simpleton’s and Ergo, the halfling. In our second incursion into the border wood we have discovered more of these skeletons that burst forth in an Icy manner upon their defeat. Further we found the remains of a Heldren hunter who was apparently killed by a giant white weasle, which no one presumed existed. This white weasle is roughly the size of an Elephant if it’s tracks are to be believed.

Of further interest to you may be my present position, I sit within one of the border huts of Irrisen, though I do not know why it is within the Taldan Border wood. Further the doll within this hut who guarded it was quite the formidable opponent in my package to you I have included the remains of the doll with the notable exception that her eye socket contained a sapphire which I have sketched for you. I do not know but the satraps sages may learn something from the doll’s examination.

I hope this information reaches you, however I shall continue to work towards the weakening of our enemy.

Your Servant,
The Grey in the Lion’s Mane

Grey: Missive to the Satrap.

I hope this letter finds you in good health in our homeland. A fortunate event has happened on this side of the Border Wood that I believe I have used to our mutual advantage. It seems that some piece of the Taldan Nobility got lost in the woods, and had her escort waylaid by a group of simple brigands. Though I allowed them to think it was their own idea, the simpletons of Heldren sent me along with a group of would-be adventurers to retrieve this piece of nobility. Knowing that an in to the hierarchy of Taldan bureaucracy is a necessary part of my mission I of course could not let such an opportunity slip by. I managed to keep the simpletons from fouling up their mission too badly, but made certain that I was the one to rescue this noblewoman and incur her debt, though the task was not easy and involved the dispatching of several sprites, a Tetzel wyrm, a few zombies, and truly interesting creatures made of ice itself. The sands spread, and an ancient enemy grows fat and weak. I also must report that the brigand leader had an item that I believe will be of great value to me in my mission here. I procured a cloak that allows me to take upon the visage of a fearsome beast, yet a side effect of this is that it also hides my face, this may allow me to begin to be more bold in my pursuit of our goals.

Glory to the Satrap,
Grey of the Lion’s Mane

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