TSR 9291 - DLC1 - Dr.. - Free

thick wheat falls smoothly before
the flickering scythes.
The workers here seem a bit nervous
and speak with the PCs only
20% of the time. “Good luck on your
way. We want no trouble,” is all they
say. Only 20% of the time will those
who have spoken say more, and if
they do, their thoughts are almost as
one: “We don’t know what is going
on, but people have been disappearing
in the night from our camps and
homes. Now we fear all strangers.
What terrible devil has struck our
homes?”
10. Sentinel Gap
Walls of granite soar on either side
of the narrow canyon floor. A
chilly breeze whistles and rumbles
between the cliffs.
11. Twin Peaks Vale
The twin peaks, Tasin and Fasin,
stand to either side of the Shadow
Canyon, overlooking the north
road to the capital city of Haven. In
front of them, a lush mountain valley
echoes with the sweet sounds
of the forest.
12. Shadow Canyon
Solid granite cliffs vault high overhead,
forming walls that seem topless,
casting deep shadows into
the crevasse. The canyon floor is
narrow but well-traveled and clear.
13-15. North Seeker
Reaches
Green farmlands stretch between
mountain walls in a great valley.
Farm houses and trees dot the
landscape and many well-traveled
trails lead south to a central road.
There is a 15% chance per turn that
the heroes find a typical farmer and
his family moving toward the south,
pulling all their belongings behind
them in a dogcart. On the main road,
this chance increases to 30% in area
13 and 70% in area 14. In area 15 a
family can always be found traveling
south down the main road.
The people flee south, intent on
nothing else. Their eyes fixed to the
road ahead of them, these refugees
stop to talk with PCs only 20% of the
time. If they do stop, however, they
have an interesting story: “See the
smoke rising from the valley yonder?
Devils from the Cataclysm, they
were, that started the fires! Came
down from the north, only three days
ago, and ever since they’ve plundered
and killed. Now we’re fleeing
south to the capital, to Haven. Surely
from there we can get to happier and
safer country.”
16. Haven’s Vale
Dust cloaks the highway, which
stretches down the center of the
plain. A stream of refugees shuffles
and limps southward toward
the glistening, distant spires of
Haven.
Refugees flee down the road, staggering
and occasionally squabbling
over food. All of them are too busy or
worried to speak with the PCs. Now
and then, a contingent of Seeker
Guards rides up and down the lines
of refugees trying to keep order (and
looking for the Crystal Staff).
All of these people have but a single
thought: to get to the city of Haven
as fast as they can. There they
believe the Highseekers can guide
them and grant them the protection
of the new gods. There they hope to
be safe from the invaders. All of the
fields in this area are abandoned. Occasionally,
(10% chance per turn) a
fight starts on the edge of a roadside
field, as 2d20 refugee men scuffle
over who shall steal its crops or
fruits.
Now and then (25% chance per
game hour) a troop of Holy Guardians
passes. Fifty percent of the time
these troops are going away from Haven.
PCs have a 30% chance of stopping
the Guardleader. If they do, he
shakes his head and says: “Total
madness, that’s what it is! We march
up and down this rag-tag line of beggars,
trying to keep some kind of order.
But it’s impossible. What has
happened to the world? These people
run to Haven, but there is no escape
from Haven except to the
Qualinesti Elfkingdom or the
Darken Wood. Now Qualinesti has
closed its border, and no man enters
the Darken Wood and lives.
“By the way, have you heard anything
about a blue crystal staff?”
If the heroes make known that
they have seen or even heard of the
Crystal Staff, the guardsmen pull
them up onto horseback and escort
them directly to the Council of
Highseekers in area 17b.
17. Lordcity of Haven
Read this description when the party
nears Haven:
Six white towers rise from the
foothills of the eastern mountains,
encircling the delicate architecture
of Haven. A long file of refugees
chokes the road entering the
city’s main gate.
Read this description once inside Haven’s
gate:
The bases of delicate fluted pillars
are covered by swarms of people.
Every street surges with panicstricken
refugees, milling and crying
beneath the ancient, serene
buildings.
The Lordcity of Haven is a glistening
place of white marble towers
trimmed in gold. A low wall, more
decorative than protective, strings
together six spindly towers like a
necklace about the city.
“City,” however, is a misleading
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