MISATRIA Misatria, home to the Three Kingdoms, is also known as the Elder Lands. As far as all learned scholars can surmise, the continent was the first to have civilized inhabitants, as well as being the first place the Alvanna ancestors visited when they left the feywilds. In addition to the Three Kingdoms, many independent settlements, city states, and nomadic peoples call Misatria home.
Though the world is still dangerous, it’s inhabitants see it as more of a dusk than a darkness. The Three Kingdoms have seen relative peace for the last 296 years, are strive to stay that way for years to come.
This map is an artistic representation of Misatria. It is not perfectly to scale, and it does not contain a marker for every city, town, village and hamlet.
Optional Content Feats Players can use Feats or Ability Score Increases. Player chooses which one the want at appropriate levels.
Healing Surges As written in the DMG. In summary, allows players to use their action to spend up to half their Hit Die while in combat to heal themselves.
House Rules Hit Points After level one, if a player rolls lower than the average amount for their hit points, they may instead choose to take the average number.
Initiative Instead of each player rolling their own initiative, the DM will roll initiative for everyone. Monsters, PCS, and NPCs.
Monster Stats Monster AC will be shared by the DM without any required knowledge checks. Other stats might be shared at DM discretion to speed up combat.
1st Level Bonus The players get 35 extra starter gold and free feat at first level. If a player is playing a human, they may not choose the variant human because of this.
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Your group arrived in Oakhurst shortly after nightfall, not leaving much time to explore the area or ask questions. The impending threat of rain hurried you to the Ol’ Boar Inn, the only place in town for you to rest your feet and pay for a bed. The owner, Garon, was tending to some rather important looking folk having a hushed conversation at the bar when you arrived. After a quick supper of cold meats, bread, and cheese he ushered you upstairs to your rooms. The past days travel left you feeling worn and ragged, so you all soon fell into a blissful slumber, content to investigate in the morning.
The next morning, the smell of baked goods and fried meats rouses you, and you each head downstairs. Garon looks up and smiles at the first of you to arrive."Sorry about the, er, chilly reception last night. We ain't had many visitors of late, so I let some town officials use the bar fer a meeting. No hard feelings I hope?"He motions to a table near the bar and sets down a plate of steaming hot bread, and places a dish of butter beside it."On the house for you and yer friends, for the trouble. I'll be around to get yer breakfast order in a moment."
The tavern isn't very busy yet, with just a few patrons eating breakfast or grabbing a quick drink before they begin the days work. Garon hurries about filling drinks, grabbing empty plates, and going in and out of the kitchen checking on food.
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Slow, heavy pounding of half awakened footsteps precedes the vision of a very large and sleepy, snarling orc. From tip to toe she stands a formidable figure just over six feet, but the pink-tinged locs of hair piled atop her head somehow made her seem taller. With eyes half closed she lumbers towards the table by the bar, swiping a half-drank cup of coffee from Garon’s tray as he zooms past her. With one hand she spins the chair at the table around so that she may sit on it backwards and use the back of the chair to prop herself up. With the other she polishes off the half-cup in one large gulp. Her large fingers daintily retrieve a small pat of butter and slip it right into her mouth. As the butter melts and the caffeine kicks in, her eyes flutter open and her face begins to soften allowing more human features to show through. Her posture straightens a bit and she pops another pat of butter in her mouth, turning in her chair to look for her companions.
“Ber-cun!” Pinkie whispers with mouth full of butter, trying to get Garon’s attention… not trying too hard because she doesn’t want to eat alone. She’s quite enjoyed the company as its been the most she’s had since leaving her village.
Saia hummed happily to herself as she trotted down the stairs, her lips holding pins as she gathered her light blonde hair into something resembling order. Pinkie hadn't seemed to notice her as Saia had followed behind. She could almost hear her mother scoffing as the half-orc sat backwards on the chair and the thought made Saia smile.
"Not a worry, Garon." Saia smiled as she took a seat across from her companion "We were so worn out last night, we barely noticed!" While not entirely true, she didn't think any of the three of them had taken it to heart, and Garon seemed plenty friendly now. As she happily cut into the fresh, warm bread, she couldn't help but pull a face at Pinkie's butter consumption. "Is- is eating straight butter an orc thing or a you thing?"
Braela hopped down the last couple of steps, deftly tucking her long brown hair into a neat braid as she approached her companions. "You know," she remarked as she climbed into her chair, "a person can survive on nothing but potatoes and butter if necessary". Braela stood only 2/3 the height of her companions, and so had to stretch a bit to reach the butter. She popped a piece into her own mouth while rubbing the remains of sleep from her big blue eyes. She reached into her pack, pulling out a few pieces of dried venison and setting them in front of Pinky "Until you get your bacon.." Braela then reached for a warm piece of bread, foregoing butter, and sighed as she bit into it and chewed happily.
Pinkie juts out a thumb and wiggles it between herself and Braela as she bites into a piece of the dried venison she was handed. "I always thought it was an everyone thing."
Her eyes fallows Garon as he bustles about cleaning up and when she fails to catch his attention in an instant, she throws up her arm and shouts, "Oy! Barkeep! Breakfast over here please! Bacon if you will!"
As soon as Garon approaches, she looks him in the eye and says softly to him in goblin-speak, "We are also hungry for apples, friend."
"Yes, but I was under the impression one would combine the butter and potatoes, not eat them separately." Saia said as she spread butter on her bread and took a bite. "I mean, to each her own, I guess." she said after swallowing, giving a small shrug. "It just sounds gross to me."
Crossing her legs, Saia pulls out her ritual book to frown over her Identify spell. Green eyes glance up at Pinkie's shout, but she decides it would be far to much like her mother to try and reprimand the woman for it and looks back to her book. "What do you think the chances are of coming across a pearl worth 100 gold in this town?" Probably unlikely. Oakhurst was much smaller than Skysong. Even if they did happen to have a pearl that expensive, Saia could only pay for half of it before going broke. And she wasn't much of a thief, or else she would have swiped one from her mother. They'd just have to get adventuring and hope the gold and glory came as quickly as her Father had always made it seem.
Garon hurries towards the table after setting his tray on the bar, a bemused look on his face. "Sorry about that, ma' cook is ill so I'm doing twice the work t'day." He stops short as Pinkie growls at him in goblin, and a short moment of silence passes before he speaks. "You want bacon, then? How about I bring you ma' famous breakfast platter? Plenty of bacon with that!" He glances down and sees her buttery fingers, and raises and eyebrow. Without a word, he pulls a rag from his pocket and tosses it on the table. He then proceeds to take Saia and Braela's order, and with another quick glance at Pinkie hurries off to the kitchen.
The mood in the tavern has shifted- what was once a sleepy and comfortable quiet is now an awkward silence. Several patrons glance over at your table, looking nervous, and leave. A young human man with only a few hairs on his chin keeps looking over at your table, obviously nervous. He finishes his drink in one gulp, stands up, squares his shoulders, and marches over to your table. "Excuse me, miss- uh-" His confidence falters as he looks between the three of you before returning his attention to Pinkie, his voice cracking as he speaks again. "My name's Edmund. I'm sorry if this is a bit forward, but that was goblin wasn't it? Could you, ah, maybe teach me a few words?"
About this time, Garon exits the kitchen, and upon seeing Edmund at your table rolls his eyes. He places your drinks down in front of you. "Yer food should be up shortly." He looks at Edmund, exasperated. "He's not bothering you ladies, is he?"
Braela chuckles "You think eating /butter/ sounds gross? Just wait 'til you see some of the stuff we'll be eating if we run out of food on the road" After giving Garon her order, she grabs a second piece of steaming bread and holds it between her hands, savoring the sweet warmth and aroma. The uneasy silence and quick glances of the tavern's patrons make her uncomfortable. Towns are a necessary evil, and hot food an enjoyment, but she can't wait to get out of here and back into the open. She adjusts her chair a bit to put more of the wall at her back.
Braela is distracted from Edmund's introduction by the sight of Garon approaching. She shakes her head at his query of being bothered, but says nothing, not presuming to speak for others.
Pinkie shrinks in her chair as the patrons leave. She reaches forward and wipes her fingers on the rag left on their table. She focuses on cleaning her hands, responding to Edmund without looking up, “I only know a little. What did you want to say?”
"But, that's what hunting is for, isn't it?" Saia asked, suddenly concerned. She had never thought of herself as sheltered, really. Privileged, sure, but she had always felt like she had had so many second hand experiences through her parent's stories that she must have plenty of worldly knowledge. But the more time she spent with Braela and Pinkie, she was beginning to suspect that her parents may have glossed over the hardships of travel.
Saia was about to chide Pinkie in stirring up suspicion in the other patrons, but her expression softened when she saw how uncomfortable the other woman became. <Don't worry,> Saia said gently, using her telepathy gift. <They're just scaredy cats.>
With visitors at their table, Saia put on her best smile. "Not at all, Mr. Garon! The more the merrier. Could we please get another cup of whatever Mr. Edmund is drinking this morning?" She requested before giving the free seat a tap. "Won't you join us, Mr. Edmund? And maybe tell us why you're interested in learning Goblin?"
Edmund grins and sits down in the offered chair, awkwardly scooting it around until he faces all three of you. He waits until Garon moves away to get his drink before speaking. "Well, it's the smart thing to do, isn't it? Learn other languages? I only know the common tongue, and a few curse words in Dwarven." His face flushes a bit as he says this, and he hesitates. "And, um, well... I guess I'd like to learn whatever I can? I have to start somewhere!" He happily takes his drink as Garon reappears, still giving the young man and exasperated glare. "I guess something simple- greetings? Words that would be, ah, life-saving? Maybe some... business terms?"
With his last statement, Garon coughs loudly, and Edmund hunches a little. There is obvious anger on Garons face. "Go ahead, learn yer goblin words Edmund. Have these ladies teach you how to throw a solid punch while yer at it. Maybe you'll have grown a full beard by next midsummer, and Felosial will actually consider letting you join the guard. You know she won't let you be there this year." Garon sets the glass he was polishing down on the bar with a loud thunk, then turns to head towards the kitchen door. "I don't like to squash yer hopes lad, but we... we don't need to lose anyone else." The irritated expression on his face turns to sorrow for a brief moment, and Garon looks embarrassed as he hurries into the kitchen.
Edmund's face is pale, and the resolve he showed moments before seems dim. "I-I won't do nothing risky if you teach me, I swear. I won't do to ma' mum what Talgen and Sharwyn did to theirs." He pauses to take a large gulp of his drink. "Listen to me, prattling on. I'm really sorry, for Edmund too. We've lost two of our own here in Oakhurst in the last month, and everyone is tense." He turns and looks at Pinkie, nervous but expectant. "What word do you think I should learn first?"
If anyone is interested, you may rollInsight against Edmund and/or Garon.
Saia nodded politely. "Of course. Expanding the mind can always be beneficial. But itsi rare to hear someone so eager to learn goblin."
A pale eyebrow raised at the fairly one-sided argument and Saia tried to catch Braela's eye. <I'm thinking that's the adventures we heard about. Shall we pester Garon later?>
"I'm sorry to hear your town has had such troubled times." Saia said, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "What happened to Talgen and Sharwyn? We heard about some missing adventures on the way her..."
Braela leans forward and rests her chin in her palm, listening carefully to the banter between the two men. She gives Saia a small nod and thinks back to her <you pester, I’ll listen> She’s certainly intrigued to hear about missing adventurers
Pinkie scratches the inside of her ear and flashes a quick glance at Saia, thankful for her kind words received directly into her brain. This was definitely a new kind of friend trick for Pinkie. It was nice to share secrets, but she only hoped that her new companions weren't paging through her brain like a novel.
She turns to Edmund, following Saia's lead, "Yes boy... what did they do? I could dry and teach you something helpful. But I would have to know the circumstances."
Saia, you only impression of Edmund when you study him is that he is very awkward.
Braela, while Garon puts on a good front, appearing angry and exasperated at Edmund. The way he shifts his weight from foot to foot, wring his hands, and the sad look in his eyes betrays a more complex concern. Most notably when he speaks of not needing to lose anyone else.
"Well... I suppose it can't hurt to tell you ladies. You've been kind after all." Still, he hesitates before continuing. "Talgen and Sharwyn are just a few years older than me. They took to adventuring as soon as they could leave home, even rounded up some friends to go with them. Well, they came back home to Oakhurst a over a month ago, bringing these friends with them." Edmund glances towards the kitchen door, as if waiting for Garon to burst through it at any moment.
"They said they were going to check out the old citadel near the ravine. Take care of the... the goblins we think are lvining there. Thing is,t i's been almost a month and no one has heard from them. I'm sure you noticed how glum everyone seems." His face pales as he finishes, and he looks glumly down at his drink, tracing his finger absent-mindedly along the rim. "I know learning goblin isn't going to bring my friends back, but know your enemy... right?"
"You think goblins are living there? Or you know?"
Pinkie follows Edmund's line of sight to the kitchen door and rests her eyes upon it, trying to will Garon and the breakfast back to their table. She continues without breaking eye contact with the door. "We've heard about goblins coming to visit this town, but haven't heard of any trouble. How far is this citadel?"
She wrinkles her nose at the kitchen door and reluctantly gives up the notion of summoning breakfast and moves her eyes to Saia and Braela. She leans an elbow on the table and thoughtfully rests her chin in her palm, absentmindedly playing with her fangs.
<Sounds like a date.> Saia replied, flashing Braela a smile before focusing back on Edmund.
"Knowing your enemy is an excellent strategy." Saia said with a nod. "As long as you also know yourself." That was a favorite quote of Father's. Then she was nodding along with Pinkie's question. "Yes, are they connected to this apple we've heard about? We were under the impression that that was something to look forward to, why would you want to drive them out?