Mystara: Verbonum

Into the Belly of the Beast

After providing financial backing for the Troupe’s successful show, Bruno Mezzia asked a favor of the players in return… to go into the sewers to find the lair of the local Iron Ring operation. When the actors balked at the notion of traipsing into a dank fetid pit looking for trouble, Bruno and his ever-trusty butler Tyvis reminded them of the matter of the local toughs who “disappeared” after a run-in with members of the troupe, and suggested rather bluntly that if they didn’t cooperate, they could be held accountable. This resulted in both the temporary cooperation and the eternal ire of the party, especially Earnest.

Upon arriving in the designated area of the sewer, however, the party found themselves falling down a slippery slope into a much more desperate situation than thy had even imagined. They found the Iron Ring, along with a band of red orcs, a deeply troubled necromancer, and a whole pack of zombies. Unfortunately, all of them were trapped in some sort of apparently unyielding chrysalis-cave with a pulsating demonic egg. By rapidly sorting out the situation and organizing a mutual defense against the undead, the raggedly united forces of the living have managed to clear out the cave, but have not as of yet managed to break out of the shell keeping them there.

The Show Must Go On

...In which the players set about staging a performance of an original work by Kolya Hornblood documenting the exploits of Ihor Porfyryich

After securing the financial backing of Bruno Mezzia, the players set about to stage an epic alchemical drama, penned by the troupe’s resident playwright, Kolya. Unfortunately, due to obscure and arcane legal treaties in place for the regulation of trade, no festivals were permitted within the boundaries of the city before the official opening of the Caravan Trade Season in spring. Because of the exceptionally hard winter, however, the river Volaga had frozen over, and with some magical reinforcement (arranged courtesy of Bruno Mezzia, who called in some of his family’s favors) it proved solid enough to hold the festivities on the ice.

Meanwhile, Tzadok had gone off on his own to find a bit more feminine attention than he had reckoned on—first in the arms of a halfling streetwalker, and then in the siren song of the Rusalka… Eventually, having been let go by the waterwoman, he stumbled upon a strange talking door in what turned out to be Bruno’s basement. He let discretion remain the better part of his valor, and fled.

Ignateva and Vladimir, meanwhile, were finding trouble of their own, in the form of a few local toughs who had a bit of a problem with itinerant rabble and undesirables darkening the doorsteps of their fair city. After a brief tussle, one of them was left on the street and the other was brought back to the caravan, charmed. The charmed thug was discretely passed off to Bruno, who promised that they wouldn’t have to worry about him again.

After much fanfare, the show went off to rave reviews… along with a few rather lucrative sideshows (despite Ernie’s reticence, due to the interest having been shown by the local authorities).

The beginning

After traveling down many roads throughout the eastern provinces of Darokin, including a few highlighted performances in Selenica, the Travelling Krewe of Master Federico Gallio headed south into Traladara. Coming over the mountain passes in autumn to the Duke’s Road Keep, they were soon caught in the midst of a series of severe early winter snowstorms. They continued south, as the way back over the mountains was now blocked; As they traveled, however, the storms only got worse. Traveling down the road, they found more and more shuttered windows and more and more abandoned settlements. It seemed that this year was colder and harder than most. Increasing banditry on the roads, hunger, and fear of the cold and dark away from the lights and safety of civilization were rampant everywhere. They decided to put down stakes in the city of Verbonum, where they could at least be assured that they wouldn’t be eaten by wolves. What they themselves would eat was another matter…


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