Lescatie Hex Map

As the first month of the Year of the Gazetteer comes to a close, I'm proud to present the complete hex map of Lescatie. The key and relevant links can be found below.

One hex equals three miles. The key should not be considered comprehensive; there is room for homesteads and shrines and such not shown on the map and for random encounters (and modules) to be slotted in.

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Friday Encounter: The Undying Prophet

Similar to the previous encounter The Relic Thieves, this is an encounter themed around the phenomenon of traveling holy men. As such, it may be used on the road, preferably in a settled area in between towns, or in a settlement visited by the holy man in question.

Background

Long ago, a monk named Isard was a devout follower of the most prominent and powerful religion in these lands (in the Lunar Lands, this would be the cult of Voltan; it will work best if you use whichever cult holds this position in your campaign setting). Though he belonged to a nearby monastery, he was entrusted with tending to a small roadside shrine. However, he attracted the ire of the gods when the shrine was robbed by bandits, and instead of standing in its defense, the cowardly monk traded a holy relic to the robbers in exchange for his safety (and a heavy coinpurse). For his faithlessness and greed, he was cursed with eternal life, becoming a huecuva. Now, he must wander the world, eternally barred from joining his divine masters in the afterlife.

Such a curse only filled Isard with resentment. He believed he was only doing what he needed to do in order to save his life, so that he could continue to serve the gods and bring aid to those who needed it in this world, rather than throwing his life away out of blind faith. As the years passed, Isard's hatred for the pettiness and ingratitude of the gods grew and grew. Even if he had the life he savored, he knew the gods spurned him for it. In time, he came to desire revenge - and began to style himself as a prophet to lead the faithful astray and breed discord in the cult.

The Encounter

Some way or another, the PCs should come upon a congregation of worshipers gathered around an unkempt man in simple robes preaching strange revelations - perhaps standing on a rock by the side of the road, or in the center of a village. If the encounter is used near a large town or city, the prophet will set up shop outside the walls or on the outskirts of town, so as not to attract too much undue attention. The people are enthralled by the man's words, watching his every move as though in a trance; they will not react to the PCs approaching them as though they don't notice, though they will respond if attacked or spoken to.

The prophet - Isard in the guise of a mortal man - makes bold claims, stating that his former faith has lost its favor with the heavens, and that only he speaks the truth of what the gods desire. He claims that the law of the land fears him for the upheaval he will bring, but that the teachings of the church are falsehoods forged by greedy men - perhaps even led astray by demons! Only he can lead the people to once again attain the favor of the divine!

After his sermon, Isard will invite anyone who wishes to learn more to meet him at the ruins of a shrine some distance from his present location (the shrine that he tended to in life). If questioned by the PCs, he will relate the same information as in his sermon, taking care to conceal his true nature.

If the PCs follow Isard to the shrine, they will find it consists of an circle of crumbling pillars along a track that has long grown overgrown with time. During the day, there are 2d10 members of the cult (stats as commoners) gathered here, listening to Isard preach further revelations. Once his followers are in the cult, he is willing to share "revelations" too risky to speak of among civilization - namely, that the corruption in the church reaches far too deeply for the gods to sort out on their own. The only way to restore order as the gods desire is to overthrow the church - starting with the same monastery that Isard belonged to in life!

Isard's cult meets every week, gathering at noon, when the sun is at its highest (this is because he is capable of appearing as a living human in the sunlight). There, they listen to his sermons and prepare for an uprising, training and stockpiling weapons. In two weeks, they plan to launch their attack, where they will overrun and sack the monastery, killing everyone in their path.

Further Developments

Perhaps PCs will seek to investigate Isard's claims, or perhaps they will fall under his sway and join the attack on the monastery themselves. Whichever it is, Isard himself does not believe himself to be a prophet or his words to be divinely inspired - he thinks the gods are right, he just doesn't like that. Rather, he believes that the people can be led astray by claims of divine inspiration, and that this will gather the support he needs to overthrow the monastery, in addition to spreading confusion and doubt among the faithful to sabotage the church.

The cultists do not know that Isard is a huecuva, and he takes precautions to ensure that he is not discovered. During the night, he retreats to a cave not too far from the shrine so that no one sees his true undead appearance; he keeps the location of the cave secret from everyone, even his followers. Also in the cave is a cache of 3d12x10 GP's worth of gold and jewels provided by Isard's followers as "donations for him to buy food with" - he doesn't ask for any such thing, but accepts it anyway to throw off suspicion. If asked, no one in town has ever seen him buy anything at the market.

If Isard's true nature is revealed to the cultists, most of them will be horrified and realize they were being deceived by an unholy creature. However, for each cultist who discovers the truth, there is a 25% chance they will instead believe that their prophet's immortality is a divine miracle, and this will only further convince them that he speaks the truth!

If the monastery is questioned, no one knows anything about Isard - he was cursed long before anyone currently in the monastery was alive. However, they do know of the shrine, and that the relics held there were stolen long ago. A perusal of the monastery's records will bring up that Isard belonged to the order centuries ago and cared for the shrine at the time it was robbed, but the records are not available to the public and may require persuasion (or stealth) to obtain.

If the party brings forth the story and manages to win the trust of the monastery (such as by repelling the uprising), it is possible the monks will send them to find out what happened to the relic, and if possible, to recover it. If so, the sanctity of the shrine might be restored, and it may have some benefit to grant to the PCs...

Lac Marchais

Lac du Salvarisonnes might be the most famed lake in Lescatie, with its two largest cities hugging its shores - but the largest lake in the kingdom is Lac Marchais. Fed by runoff from the great Halvard Mountains and the Upper Vardess, the lake supplies Lescatie with much of its fish. In addition, for many pilgrims taking the river from Vardessy (less popular than the overland route, as it requires a jump from the Lower Vardess to the Upper Vardess, but still common), Lac Marchais marks the end of the journey, with barges docking on its shores to ferry passengers off to the Holy City.

On the south shore of the lake is the town of Toursanne (hex 035.011), the largest settlement in the region. Its primary trade is in fish, with local anglers and those from surrounding villages plying their wares in the town market - though the surrounding lands are fertile ones, and the town grows a respectable amount of produce. Owing to the importance of the market and its relatively remote location, Toursanne is a proudly independent town, governed by a burgomaster elected from the ranks of the local guilds and boasting its freedom from the whims of the nobility.

The current burgomaster is Arnaud Dupont, the wealthy guildmaster of the Guild of the Fishmongers, which oversees all fish that are sold within the town's limits and imposes stiff taxes on those who sell fish without membership in the guild - which has put no small amount of pressure on those from other villages on the lake's shores. To make matters worse, the Guild of the Fishmongers has held the seat of burgomaster for years, leading to some members of other guilds to suspect that a guildmaster long ago must have made a pact with infernal powers to secure its power...

While the southern shores of the lake are fertile, to the north, the lake gives way to swamps and moorland, and beyond that thick forest. These lands are barren and prone to fooding, making settlement difficult, though many a shepherd can be found grazing their flocks on the tall grasses of the moors. A few hardscrabble communities nevertheless cling to the shore to sustain themselves, including the village of Motteaux (hex 037.009). Primarily subsiding on fish from the lake and game poached from the woods, the village has a rustic character that its rare visitors often find offputting, but the people are happy to hear news from the outside world and will gladly take travelers into their homes to share a meal and a bed (there are no inns in town). The population is small, but all its men train in the longbow to defend themselves against attack - however, as the village's defenders have grown older, the ranks of able-bodied archers have thinned more and more, and they may be more vulnerable than they think.

Some boatmen on the lake have reported sights of a ruined shrine sunken beneath the waves (hex 032.008), with a well-eroded statue of Seidra, the goddess of magic, standing amidst a ring of pillars carved with runes. On clear days, some say, the light of the sun glints off a golden amulet in the goddess's fingers, one that seems to never tarnish despite sitting for so long beneath the waves.

The shrine is 50 feet beneath the surface of the water, and the amulet the statue holds grants a +2 bonus to spell attack rolls and spell save DCs when worn. However, the sinking of the shrine was no accident. The runes inlaid along the edges of the amulet speak of heresies rejected by Seidra's cult and the consorting of demons. Though the amulet itself is not cursed, creatures within temples or on other holy ground will feel a sense of discomfort around its wearer, and will be less likely to trust them.

The Demon Boar of Lescatie

Art by Mike Perry

Villages and homesteads in eastern Lescatie have long been terrorized by a truly fearsome beast - the Demon Boar of Lescatie. Bigger than a horse, with tusks as wide as two large mens' arms, and driven by an unquenchable anger, the boar's attacks are never predictable, but always terrifying. Every couple of months, it emerges from the woods, lays waste to all in its path, and then retreats to the depths of the wild. Whenever it does arise, it inevitably creates a panic in its wake. Though the knights of the Order of Lescatie have established their garrisons to watch for the Demon Boar's wrath, none have managed to fell it.

No one knows where the Demon Boar came from, but it does seem to be the same creature each time it strikes, bearing the same scars from many battles. Some say it was the product of unnatural congress between a demon and a sow. Others claim that the boar was once a mortal warrior who was cursed into the form of a wild beast and driven mad in the woods. What is known is that it possesses a terrifying strength, and all weapons forged by mortal man seem to bounce off its hide. Last year, a knight of the Order of Lescatie attempted to slay the Demon Boar with a blessed lance, which remains embedded in the beast's flank to this day. No doubt the lance would be a mighty weapon - but to retrieve it would be a heroic task indeed. Someone who could end the creature's threat once and for all would enjoy a hero's welcome - perhaps even proving their worthiness to join the Order of the Lily.

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Treasure

• Sticking out of the Demon Boar's left flank is a blessed lance, containing a fingerbone of a saint and anointed in holy water. It behaves as a +1 lance, but instead gives a bonus of +3 to attack and damage rolls against fiends and undead. When you roll a 20 on an attack roll made with this weapon, the target takes an extra 7 piercing damage, or an extra 14 piercing damage if it's a fiend or undead.
• The meat of the Demon Boar has a rich taste, worthy of an emperor's table. However, one cannot consume the creature's flesh without being consumed by its wildness. They must make a DC 15 Wisdom save or fall into a berserk state for 1d8 hours. During this time, they will attack targets indiscriminately and behave as a barbarian's rage. A PC under this effect becomes an NPC under the DM's control until this effect ends (alternatively, the DM can veto any action they perform at their discretion).

Friday Encounter: Dinner with the Hermit

This encounter would probably work best if the PCs are traveling through a relatively unsettled area of wilderness, with no inns nearby. You may wish to use it as night falls, or as the PCs run into harsh weather conditions that would interfere with travel, to further complicate matters.

While walking along a trail, the party should come upon a simple cabin nestled in the woods. This is the home of Marino, a hermit and woodsman living here in solitude (alternatively, the party may come upon the hermit laying traps). If they investigate, Marino will introduce himself, noting that he makes his living as a trapper, but that he always welcomes the company of guests. He will invite the PCs into his home and offer a meal and a bed. If they refuse the offer, he will continue to pressure them, insisting that the roads are dangerous at this time (though the final decision, of course, should rest with the players).

If the PCs accept Marino's offer, he will take them into his cabin, a simple space with a dining room, a kitchen, and separate rooms for him and any guests (he claims that he gets terribly lonely in the woods and welcomes any company he can get). There is an additional door in the cabin that he keeps locked at all times (he keeps the key under the pillow on his bed), saying that it leads to the pantry and there's no reason anyone should want to be down there; if anyone attempts to enter regardless, he will get nervous and attempt to throw them out of the house if they persist. There are a number of knives and other cutting implements on the walls, all well-polished and meticulously clean - Marino explains that he has to keep them at hand for skinning animals.

The PCs will find Marino a pleasant guest for dinner. He will serve them each a meal of stewed rabbit and ask questions about their lives and adventures, taking a keen interest in their stories. After the meal, he will direct them to the guest room, where there is a communal bed for them to sleep in.

Many PCs will likely be suspicious of Marino - and for good reason. In truth, the traps he lays aren't just for wildlife. In his years of seclusion from the world, he has begun to crave human flesh - and he intends to make a meal of the party!

Marino has slipped a magic herb into every stewpot but his own (a DC 25 Perception check is needed to discern a faint smell of lavender in the stew; alternatively, detect magic and similar spells will identify an Enchantment aura in the stew). Anyone who consumes it must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or fall into a deep slumber (effects as the sleep spell) 1d4 hours later; the effect lasts for 1d6+4 hours or until woken by force (either by taking damage or by being roused by another creature as an action). If anyone refuses to eat the stew, Marino insists that he cooked it himself and that it would be terribly impolite to refuse such a gracious offer.

Once the PCs are asleep, Marino will sneak into their room and drag them down to the "pantry" - really, a cellar where he hides and prepares the bodies of his victims. In addition to a few dead rabbits and phesants, there are currently three dead bodies hanging from hooks from the ceiling, with varying amounts of flesh missing from each. Brown mold grows on the walls; Marino uses it to keep the bodies cool enough so that they won't spoil. In addition to the bodies, the cellar also contains 30 GP in a small chest and a barrel of the same herbs used in the stew.

If combat occurs, Marino has the stats of a cultist, using a long knife to defend himself. However, he knows he won't be able to overpower a healthy and prepared adventurer on his own, and will attempt to escape through whatever means are possible if he finds himself outnumbered. If this happens, on his turn, Marino will throw sand into the eyes of any pursuers; they must make a DC 10 Dexterity saving throw or gain the Blinded condition for one round. After this, Marino will escape through a secret door on the wall of the cellar (DC 12 Perception needed to find it) that opens into a long tunnel leading to an exit deeper in the woods.

Of course, he's sure to have left more traps in his wake, if the party finds the door and decides to pursue him...

The Wolfwood

There are many forests in Lescatie, but none that are denser or more wild than that dubbed the Wolfwood. Though local nobles, and even the royal household, lay claim to parts of it as their private hunting grounds, in truth, their authority hardly extends beyond a few select trails. Beyond those paths, the woods are so choked with trees and the routes between them so twisting that one can get lost for days, wandering aimlessly. That is why those traveling through the Wolfwood are warned to stick to the roads...and by all accounts, getting lost is one of the more pleasant fates that can befall travelers. If one must pass through the Wolfwood, they would be wise to make sure they leave it before nightfall. If you hear howling, you're already dead.

True to its name, the Wolfwood is home to many packs of wolves; it is a favored destination for wolf hunts, though even then, the beasts found on the hunting trails pale in comparison to those of the wild exterior. Every so often a hunting party will come across a wolf of unusual size - sometimes as a prized trophy of a valiant battle, but more commonly, as a story recounted in hushed whispers by those lucky enough to narrowly escape with their lives. Even those who succeed in such hunts may not be so fortunate. One story relates a lord who slew a dire wolf in the Wolfwood during a hunt and hung its head proudly above his hearth, only for him and his entourage to be dragged off by the rest of the wolf's vengeful pack as soon as they set foot in the woods again. Many stories agree that the wolves of the Wolfwood seem unusually cunning - and then there are the ones who swear they've seen one walk on its hind legs.

In truth, the depths of the Wolfwood are home to a cult of werewolves that have held court in the forest for generations. Every full moon, the cult gathers at their camp (hex 040.028) to mingle in one anothers' company and to hunt together. Many of them have lives in the villages beyond the wood, their neighbors and even their families unaware of their true nature. Others have so embraced the life of a wolf that they live in caves and under trees even by day. Many members come from the ranks of the disaffected - wanted outlaws, peasants in search of a more exciting life, young nobles escaping an arranged marriage. One way or another, they found themselves unwelcome and out of place in the company of their peers, but as wild beasts, they could all find a home in one another. Such cults are not uncommon in the Lunar Lands, and the Wolfwood boasts the largest of such groups in the northern City-States.

The leader of the Wolfwood cult is a huntswoman by the name of Primeria, who lives at the camp full-time, sleeping under a tent of deerhide. Born to an elven father and a human mother, she found herself scorned by elves and humans alike, and never felt welcome in either of their circles. She entered the employ of Patriarch Gascon III as an assassin, and managed to escape from the siege of the Holy City with her life when he was overthrown. In exile, she was drawn by the allure of lycanthropy and the power it would give her - and she sought out the previous leader of the cult, eventually coming to usurp him. Her approach to leadership is a laid-back one; she can provide advice to those afflicted with the condition on controlling the urges, whether they wish to join the cult or not, and she lets members of the cult live their own lives outside of their hunts. However, she will not hesitate to come to her packmates' defense if they are attacked. If one was to approach her with an open mind, she would even be willing to share the gift of lycanthropy to a trusted ally.

Wolves and werewolves are not the only dangers of the Wolfwood, of course, Local parlance refers to outlaws as wolfsheads (as they are protected by the law as much as a wolf is; in other words, not at all), and perhaps by fate, the forest has its fair share of bandits and brigands, taking advantage of its fearsome reputation to shield themselves from the law. Though there are plenty of gangs concerned only with robbing passing caravans or extorting travelers, other groups have other agendas.

One of those groups calls itself the Rightful Order. Formed from knights who remained loyal to Gascon and the old Patriarchate, it holds Wilmarina I as a false claimant to the title of Matriarch, and the rule of the Cult of Voltan as an illegitimate one. They escaped into the Wolfwood to avoid persecution following the revolution, and over time their ranks have grown, drawing recruits from bandits and disgruntled villagers. They have established a camp of their own (hex 046.037) for their members to train and rest. Though officially heretics and brigands, the Rightful Order conducts themselves as the paladins they believe themselves to be, following the code of chivalry and equipping themselves in knightly harness.

The Rightful Order is led by Sir Josquin, a high-ranking member of the Order of Lescatie prior to the fall of the Patriarch. For twenty years, he has been stockpiling arms and training his men in the hopes that he may live to see the "false Matriarch" expelled from Lescatie, and divine order restored by placing an experienced member of a monastic order at the head of the Cult. Though outmatched in military strength, he has faith that one day his men will be able to take up arms against the capital, and that if he truly has Voltan's favor he will be guided to victory. However, Josquin has grown old, and is now in no condition to fight, staying at the camp and passing orders to his lieutenants - younger men who do not remember the glory days of the Order. His greatest fear is that his successors will forget their heritage as noble knights and lose sight of their goals, becoming little more than highwaymen.

The Royal Vintners' Festival

As befitting a holy city of its esteem, Lescatie and its surroundings host many grand celebrations, usually performed on important holidays to ensure the favor of the gods in the coming seasons. However, there are plenty of events of a more down-to-earth nature - and perhaps the most celebrated of all is the great Vintner's Festival.

Grapes of many varietals grow readily in the valley around Lescatie, and a robust industry has emerged centering around the production of wine. Although just about every village and manor has its local blend, there are several guilds, monasteries, and noble families with long-standing traditions of viniculture, and many of these producers have grown famous across the City-States and beyond for their vintages. Such a famed industry is bound to accrue wealth and power for those involved - and, in Lescatie, this tradition has grown to support the annual Royal Vintner's Festival.

Taking place on the second weekend of Bloodmoon (the eleventh month in the world's lunar calendar, and at the tail end of the grape-harvesting season), the Royal Vintner's Festival ostensibly commemorates the feast day of Matto the Great, but barely anyone who participates has their mind turned to the divine. It marks a great exhibition of wines from across the kingdom, with the major producers sending delegations to showcase their offerings for the season. The festival is held in the kingdom's center of wine production, and on these days the fairgrounds are packed with stalls and tents from all participating wineries. The central attraction is, of course, the sale of wine - with some of the most prized and prestigious varieties only being sold to the public on this date, and for a hefty sum, many a noble house would do just about anything to secure a cask for their cellar, and the possession of even a bottle can become a status symbol. However, the event has grown over the years, and its scope has expanded to a great deal of festivities - plays and performances, sporting events, craftsmens' competitions, and demonstrations of the wine-making process can all be found under the festival's auspices.

True to its name, the Royal Vintners' Festival is attended by the royal family of Lescatie, who travel with their entourage to the site of the event several days in advance in a grand procession that draws many an eye in the towns it passes through. At the conclusion of the event, the King is presented with a fleet of wines from all of the most honored wineries participating, and only after all have been drank does he announce his favorite. The status as the King's favored winery is taken as one of the highest honors a grower in the kingdom can bear; even when the King holds little actual power, the competition for the title is a heated one, and the wines that win such honors attract princely sums in the coming days. It is noted that the King tends to judge wines more reasonably when he drinks them while sober; to that end, what order the wines are served can have as much of an effect on their placement as their actual quality.

Though they do not receive as much attention, there are also prizes for the wines favored by other members of the court, including the Matriarch. Tradition holds that the day of the Royal Vintner's Festival is the only day the word of the High Priest of Voltan is not held to be infallible, so that the faithful do not mistake drunken blatherings as divinely inspired. Surprising some, Wilmarina I did not do away with the tradition of partaking in the festival, seeing it not as a mark of decadence ill-befitting of a holy man, but as a way to connect with the people and to show she was not above their indulgence. Opinions on this are mixed.

All the same, the festival is open to the public as well, with many coming from far corners of the kingdom to partake in the affair, and to sample the wines being offered. In the leadup to the event, the roads are often packed with traffic, and many inns have sprung up along the way to cater to travelers - though even they often fill up quickly, and it is not uncommon to see people sleeping in tents and wagons along the road.

The festival is held at the fairgrounds just outside the town of Caureloc (hex 048.023), which has grown into a prospering market town thanks to the commerce brought by the festivities. Though many houses, guilds, and wineries - some, increasingly, hailing from lands beyond Lescatie - participate in the event, for the last few years, the King's favors have always been bestowed on one of two participants, both happening to be housed near the fairgrounds - the noble House of Roussel, and the Monastery of Lannuon (hex 051.023).

The noble family is run by Duchess Marceline Roussel, a stately woman who opens the doors of her castle (hex 048.025) to all visiting nobles - including the royal family, who traditionally take up residence there during the event - though beneath her veneer of generosity, she hopes to benefit from her company with the most esteemed in the kingdom and to enjoy their favor, especially to secure an advantage against political rivals. After all, the influence of a friend of the King is not to be scoffed at.

The monastery is run by Father Theofrede, a rotund, ruddy-faced old abbot who is known to enjoy the excesses of life; although the monastery keeps a vineyard ostensibly to keep the monks occupied in the labors of the gods, he has grown wealthy on the sales of the wine it produces, and hoards much of the wealth for himself, as well as enjoying a good drink of his own. Even within the monastery itself, he is often regarded as a poor excuse for an abbot - yet he is unlikely to fall out of power any time soon when he has won the King's favor time and time again, and few would dare to challenge a man of such esteem.

Naturally, with both parties trading the highest honor afforded to Lescatian vintners back and forth, they are hard at work every year trying to one-up each other and sabotage the efforts of their rivals, laying plans even months before the event takes place. Of course, there are many other participants too, and with the fame and fortune they stand to win, many would be quite eager to see themselves emerge as a dark horse champion - even if they needed to go to more clandestine routes to secure such an advantage...

Friday Encounter: Labors of the Pious

This encounter may be used with the PCs traveling along a road, or perhaps at a town where they are looking to rest and restock. Either way, they should learn of a cart full of pilgrims heading to a sacred site (perhaps a shrine, temple, or holy city) - ideally, this should be in the same direction as the PCs are headed, or even the same destination, so that the party will have reason to ride along with them.

One of the pilgrims is a visibly pregnant woman, Lucretia. She is on the pilgrimage in the hopes that her baby will be blessed by the gods and enjoy good fortune, as she knows her time is coming and hopes that it will be born when she reaches the site. It is evident that she is a deeply superstitious person, adorning herself in many protective talismans, citing every occurrence on the trip as evidence of a divine act, and leading the pilgrims in prayer every time the cart sets off - in her own words, this is because she "wishes to leave nothing to chance" when it comes to the safety of the journey.

If the party agrees to ride with the pilgrims, Lucretia will suddenly go into labor in the middle of the journey, while the cart is well into the wilderness. It is clear that she will need help, yet there are no midwives among the group. All eyes will, of course, turn to the PCs to see if they can be of aid.

This is perhaps best run as a skill challenge. If you're unfamiliar with the concept, this is a series of skill checks, with the goal of reaching a certain number of successes before a certain number of failures. In this case, enter Action Time and have all PCs who wish to attempt to deliver the baby make a DC 12 Medicine check (they may add their proficiency bonus with a healer's kit if they have one and are proficient with it). Mark off the results of each attempted check. The goal is to roll three successes before three failures.

There are a number of outcomes to this encounter, based on the number of successes and failures rolled. Each of them may have interesting consequences for the party and the campaign.

Three Successes, No Failures: Both the mother and the baby are alive and well. Lucretia is overjoyed - and considers the successful birth a sign of divine favor, and the PCs as agents of the gods, whether they know it or not. She will name the baby after one of them and insist on following the party around, dutifully obeying their every word, as she feels they were sent to guide her. If they attempt to turn her away, she will adamantly refuse.

Three Successes, Less than Three Failures: Lucretia has come out of the ordeal exhausted and in need of rest, but she and the baby are alive. She is grateful for the PCs and considers herself in their debt, but sees them as merely kind-hearted strangers doing the right thing and won't ask anything too outlandish of them. She will still wish to repay them - she may have a rumor to impart to them that will lead them toward an advantageous resource, or a clue to a quest, or perhaps merely a trinket that will be of use to the party.

Two Successes, Three Failures: Lucretia is alive, but the baby is unfortunately stillborn. She is bereaved with grief, especially considering the importance she placed on the pilgrimage - in fact, she is quick to blame the strangers who joined the pilgrimage late for bringing misfortune upon them, and places a curse on them so that ill fortune will follow them. Each PC must make a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw. If they fail, until their next long rest, they have Disadvantage on all ability checks and saving throws.

One Success, Three Failures: The baby is alive, but the mother has died in childbirth. None of the other pilgrims have any want for a baby, and have no idea what to do with it. Now the PCs have a baby they need to find a home for - until then, they will find that keeping a baby around entails a lot of work, and is not very conducive to stealth.

No Successes, Three Failures: Both the mother and baby are dead. The rest of the pilgrims immediately turn to the party as bringers of ill fortune, and believe their presence has cursed their expedition. They will form an angry mob and attempt to chase the PCs into the wilderness; furthermore, when the PCs arrive at their destination, the mob will be there too, and they will remember their faces.

Salvarisonnes

Lescatie may be a city-state, but that doesn't mean the dominion of the crown ends at the walls. Sitting at the center of a fertile valley, with the bounty of its fields and the protection of its mountains, it was only to be expected that more towns and villages would be established, each paying homage to the capital. After Lescatie itself, the largest settlement within the kingdom is the walled city of Salvarisonnes.

Famous for its fortifications, Salvarisonnes resembles a castle as much as it does a city when one approaches it from the road. In times of strife, the walls have never been breached; even when the city has not been besieged in years, they remain a local icon. One point of local pride holds that not even Matto the Great himself could break the walls - in fact, during his conquests, his army was defeated at Salvarisonnes without the loss of a single man.

As the legend goes, when Matto's forces besieged Salvarisonnes, the walls held for many months, until the defenders were wracked with hunger and supplies were running thin. The ruling Duchess then decided to let a fat pig - the last the castle had at its disposal - loose through the gates, and the invaders, seeing that their enemies were seemingly well-stocked enough to be willing to sacrifice a pig just to taunt them, surrendered then and there. Even though Salvarisonnes would pay fealty to Lescatie in time, its people still celebrate it as the city that not even a great king could conquer, and a festival has commemorated the siege ever since.

Aside from its walls, the city is also defended by a firm garrison of knights and soldiers, among them the Order of the Lily - the finest fighters in the kingdom's ranks, who have among their tasks the personal protection of the Matriarch and the Royal Family. The city's fearsome reputation as an impenetrable fortress is owed in no small part to these knights, and they may often be found patroling the streets among the city's guard.

The city is located on the northern shore of Lac du Salvarisonnes, facing Lescatie to the south; a ring road encircling the lake links both cities, and one can travel from one to the other in about half a day. Ironically enough, for all of Salvarisonnes' defenses, it was unable to mobilize its forces fast enough to break the siege of Lescatie during the revolution. Since then, a few forts and waystations have been built along the road to spread the garrison more easily and allow for quicker response to any threats, and the knights of the Order of Lescatie regularly circulate between the two cities along this route, stationing themselves for a time at each outpost along the way.

Although the city rose to prominence for its defensive strength, its important location - and its safety from brigands - made it an important stop for merchant caravans, and over time it grew wealthy, developing a robust economy of its own. Today, the streets boast as many homes, shops, and markets as they do guard posts. Salvarisonnes is, in particular, known for its blacksmiths; the local guild enjoys great power by virtue of the fact they supply the knights of the Order of the Lily, and in return are protected by their swords.

The seat of power in Salvarisonnes, located on a small island in the lake and jointed to the mainland by a bridge, is the Citadel of Salvarisonnes. In addition to housing the administrative facilities of the city, it also serves as the barracks and armory of the Order of the Lily, and provides housing, stables, and training grounds for many of its members. Between the chokepoint of the bridge and its powerful garrison of well-trained and equipped elite knights, if besieging Salvarisonnes is difficult, taking its citadel would be an even more daunting task.

The upper level of the Citadel of Salvarisonnes comprises the personal residence of the Matriarch and her husband, and an enchanted door connects one room to the Holy Apartments in the Royal Palace of Lescatie to allow for easy transport from one city to the other. Before Wilmarina came to power, the city was under her family's control, and when she became Matriarch her family holdings were merged with those of the Cult of Voltan. However, with her newfound duties, she has little time for day-to-day governance, and entrusts power to Count Tancred Berger, who runs the city in her absence. The Count is a pious and dutiful man as long as the Matriarch is looking - when her back is turned, however, he covets power for himself, and has long been embezzling money from the city's coffers for his own estates. His reach is limited by virtue of the fact that the Matriarch keeps the Order of the Lily close, and they answer solely to her; he knows that they would easily dispatch of him if they felt the need. If the knights were to be indisposed for whatever reason, however, he would not hesitate to make a move.

On the Origins of Magic Items

In the Lunar Lands, the creation of a magic item isn't as simple as spending a bunch of gold and time to enchant something. Sure, items can be deliberately enchanted. But so too can they become magical.

My setting is a low magic one - I like to treat magic as something rare and unknown, not something that everyone sees every day. To do that would be to strip it of everything that makes it out of the ordinary, beyond the mundane - everything that makes it magical, really. But just because it's rare to see someone work magic doesn't mean that magic itself is unseen. In fact, there is magic in everything. Every rock, every tree, every blade of grass has its own life force, and that force permeates the physical world - sometimes imbuing objects with its power, and making them something more.

The details of how, exactly, this works are difficult to describe, or ascribe any consistent patterns to - such is magic. But items don't just become magical for no reason; they gain power over time, carrying the memories of every hand that used them and every use they provided their masters. Every time one uses, or so much as touches, an object, a little bit of their soul is imprinted on that object. And with enough use, that can force can build up in that object - and begin to alter its properties.

It is for this reason that magic items tend to be ancient. They might not always have been magic, but over many long centuries of use, they accumulate more and more life force. Often, this leads to them becoming especially good at the tasks they perform. If a sword has cut off a thousand heads, perhaps it will be guided toward the necks of its foes. If a ring has been passed down for generations of thieves, who always held onto it while sneaking around unseen, perhaps it will make its users' footsteps quieter - perhaps it may even evolve again to make them invisible.

Other times, an item may be imbued with a great amount of magical energy all at once. Those items that were used in great heroic deeds, for instance - those events that only happen once or twice a century - remember the heroics they were used in, and as the weave of fate is altered, so too does the item feel that, and seek to recapture its glory. Suppose, then, that that sword was used to slay an ancient dragon, one no warrior could hope to overcome - then it may develop a taste for dragons' blood, and hit those creatures harder. Or suppose that one of the line of thieves that hold that ring clutched it tight to their chest as they prepared a grand escape from an impenetrable fortress that none had ever escaped from before - then, perhaps, the ring might develop the ability to always guide its wearer toward the way out of a tricky situation.

There is a downside to the empowering of items that acquire life force, of course. The more the item grows in power, the more it may begin to develop a mind of its own. The memories and personality traits of past wielders may be imprinted upon it, and it may in turn pass those on to those who use the item next. An item with a particularly strong force of will may begin to influence the thoughts of its user, using them to achieve its own goals. They may subtly guide their thoughts to what will suit the agenda of the spirit inhabiting the item, or they may cause the user's personality to resemble the previous owner of the item. Magic, after all, is not something to be trifled with lightly.

Orphys, the Blade of Kings

Artifact

One such example of how magic items work in the Lunar Lands can be seen in the sword Orphys - the sword wielded by Matto the Great in the many battles and conquests that forged the kingdom of Lescatie, and which he used to slay the dragon on the site of the city's founding. Though it was forged as nothing more than ordinary steel, the great deeds the sword has performed wrote a record that caused its power to swell - and that power would only grow with time, as the sword was passed down from one king to another, remembering the actions and deeds of each.

Currently, the sword belongs to the Matriarch, as a symbol of her office as Grandmaster of the Order of the Lily. It is used to knight new inductees to the Order, and in her days as a paladin she used it to fell many a foe. It is held at the Citadel of Salvarisonnes, the headquarters of this knightly order, for safekeeping - but its power is legendary, and if one was to brave the castle's defenses to claim it for themselves, it would prove a mighty weapon indeed.

In its normal state, Orphys has the stats of a +2 longsword. It can be used without attunement in such a state. However, if attuned, the sword instead gives +3 to attack and damage rolls, does an extra 2d10 radiant damage against fiends, undead, and dragons, and can grant Advantage on saving throws against spells to all friendly creatures in a 10-foot radius if held aloft as an action. At the same time, one who is attuned to the blade also becomes under the influence of its life force - a life force composed of every great king and hero of Lescatie who has used the sword, many of them sworn to the Cult of Voltan and to the values of righteous rule and protection of those in one's charge.

When attuned, Orphys behaves as a sentient item with the ability scores INT 15 (+2), WIS 14 (+2), CHA 17 (+3). Each day the user is attuned to the blade, or if they act in a self-interested or dishonorable fashion unbefitting of an ideal king, they must make a Charisma check opposed to a Charisma check from the blade. If they fail the save, they must then make a DC 15 CHA save or fall under the sword's control.

While this happens, their INT, WIS, and CHA saves are replaced by those of the sword, and they are incapable of acting selfishly or dishonorably; the DM may veto any player actions that they feel do not fit that of a great ruler of men (if you've read Beowulf you should have a good idea) and force the player to pick an alternate course of action. This effect ends if the user drops the sword (they will not do so voluntarily if under its control) or until the next dawn; the user does not get to reroll the save if they take damage.

Names in the Court of Lescatie

As a preface, it appears that when I came up with the Year of the Gazetteer, I was - as one of my players put it - "ahead of the curve by exactly the right amount to accidentally align with the curve perfectly." I had no idea that Lore24 was a thing until just now, and certainly not while I was planning this out. If I knew, I would've just done that. Regardless, I'm already past the point of doing one entry per day. Oh well - I'll keep with what I was doing.

This list is numbered as a d20 roll so that it can be used as a random encounter table, if one wishes. If any of these sound like player characters from a previous campaign, there's a nonzero chance it's because they are.

1. Castor VI, the King. Rules de jure, though the authority of his position has been curtailed by the manueverings of the nobles and clergymen in his circles, and he largely languishes in the palace, making the right decrees and proclamations when people tell him to. Despite the new Matriarch's goals of cleaning up corruption, he still trusts her enough to sit back and let her do the heavy lifting. As a side effect, though, if he has to make any important decisions on his own, he has little experence to do so.

2. Francia de Vyonnes, the Queen. Born to a noble family in one of the neighboring City-States and married to the King to secure an alliance. She has genuine feelings for him, but he sees their marriage as merely a political one and regards her with casual disinterest most of the time, seeing their marriage as a formality. This does not stop them from having a love life that has become the subject of many obscene rumors among the lower classes. Constantly lethargic, and mostly nods and agrees with what her husband says publically.

3. Camille Renee-Dubois, the Princess. A bright-spirited and kindly young woman, born shortly before the revolution, and raised without constant meddling of conspirators around her as a result, she holds onto her ideals and has a sense of adventure that has taken her to seek errands in foreign courts as a way to see the world. Polite and well-spoken, and believes in the ideals of noble decorum and responsibility, but with little mind to shake up her social standing. Secretly, on one such adventure, she was killed by a particularly intelligent mimic, which has taken the form of the princess and integrated itself into the royal family out of genuine remorse.

4. Jean-Luc, the Prince. Elder brother to Camille, and the heir-apparent to the throne, but felt jealous of the attention heaped over his sister in spite of her station behind him when they were growing up, which made him withdrawn and vindictive. He feels that his father wastes opportunities to claim a foothold in the court, believing that if he had a proper head on his shoulders the family could shake free of the Cult of Voltan and elevate itself out of its irrelevance - and he's willing to play by his own agenda to further that cause, if need be. Has figured out that the Princess isn't human and hopes to find a way to expose her in order to create a crisis he can take power through, but he doesn't have the evidence to prove that yet.

5. Wilmarina I, the Matriarch. Head of the Cult of Voltan, chaplain to the court, and de facto ruler of Lescatie. Previously a paladin of the Order of the Lily, and though she hasn't taken up a sword in years, she's still well enough renowned for her exploits in battle for people to think twice about angering her. Unlike previous high priests, she has spurned excesses and devoted her attention toward advancing the cult and building bridges with the populace and with other lands, and she handles the task with a sense of duty and seriousness. This is a lot of weight on her shoulders, though she surrounds herself with trusted officials to help shoulder the burden. It also means she constantly has several irons in the fire and tries to keep up with too many plots at once.

6. Elton of Chaufours, the Patriarch-Consort. Wilmarina's husband, originally a serf of her family's estate. Their marriage was a controversial one - not only for there being a married high priest for the first time in years, but also because of the differences in their social standing - but their love is genuine. He embodies the image of a man of lower class suddenly elevated into wealth and eager to flaunt this fact, and although he has no real power (no one trusts him with it anyway), he is eager to display his status through his exquisite tastes and foppish apparel, often quoting philosophy he doesn't actually understand.

7. Lanselm Broduer, Grandmaster of the Order of Lescatie. The leader of the knightly order of paladins devoted to the protection of Lescatie and the cause of Voltan's will. Young for his status, as he was appointed by the Matriarch to replace the corrupt leadership of the Order before him. He has yet to oversee a major military engagement, but prefers to hire his knights out to foreign powers to strengthen diplomatic ties and to let them pursue their own goals - and he himself has volunteered on many a quest in order to prove his worthiness to any nay-sayers, always being quick to pick up a lance. His bold nature hasn't landed him in any major trouble, but then again, he hasn't been needed for any major emergencies yet.

8. Yves de Mastoc, the Spymaster. Appearing as a jovial rotund man with a thick beard and a goblet of wine never far from his side, he plays the part of a boistrous fool who overindulges himself in merriment - though this is all an act to throw off attention to his true cunning nature and strategic mind, and he has agents throughout the City-States and beyond. Sometimes gets so into his act that his body can't take it; his consititution is actually quite weak, despite the excesses he enjoys.

9. Iosephus of Golnir, a paladin of a Marsean order who came to Lescatie on pilgrimage and ended up being embroiled in a brewing revolution. Helped to lead the charge during the overthrow of the previous Patriarch, and earned the honor of the court for his valor. A long-suffering and patient man who wants only peace and understanding, he acts as a mediator in conflicts and tries to keep things from getting too out of hand among the court, as well as helping to train knights. Has many stories of his past exploits to tell for the curious.

10. Felix, an albino runaway, former bandit, and occasional prophet. Iosephus took her under his wing to try and set her on the right path, and they eventually married - and she eventually began seeing visions of the gods, which became an important turning point in the revolution when she argued that it was within Voltan's will. Despite her husband's best efforts, she's still greedy and has poor command of ettiquette, let alone any reasonable knowledge of politics, but he keeps her on a short leash to try and prevent any disruptions, and the court keeps her around as part of the council as an outside voice to represent the interests of the common people, as well as in case she has any visions to guide them with.

11. Lucienne du Champs-du-Sud, Knight-Commander of the Order of the Lily. The most senior official in Lescatie's most elite order of knights, that which serves as the personal bodyguard of the Royal Family and the Matriarch. Though not of noble birth, she was appointed to the Order by Wilmarina when she was Knight-Commander, and was hand-picked to take her place when she became Matriarch. Officially, this was because she was impressed with her fervent and unquestioning loyalty and her fighting skills; more practically, the two look remarkably similar, and sometimes switch places with one another in public appearances to fool would-be assassins.

12. Maurice de Laurent, the King of Arms. The official who maintains records of all heraldic honors in the kingdom, and advises the court on matters of ceremony. Although the King and the Matriarch have the authority to knight others, formally such matters must go through the King of Arms first, though he has never disagreed with their word. His position is largely a ceremonial one, but he considers it important nonetheless, conducting himself with pomp and circumstance and delivering fiery speeches about the importance of tradition.

13. Roselle Comtes, the Mistress of the Hawks and Hounds. A position responsible for the management and oversight of the animals used in royal hunts. She is an overly friendly and gregarious woman, always quick to greet others and showering them with compliments, perhaps because she spends more of her time in the company of animals than people and feels starved for human contact. Nevertheless, she considers her job to be a great honor and is fiercely protective of her charges.

14. Acelin Meunier, the Court Musician. A famed minstrel entrusted by the court to perform at feasts and other occasions, as well as to oversee jugglers, actors, poets, and other such entertainers. He lets the fact that he performs for the King and the Matriarch get to his head; in his mind, this is an indication that he has achieved mastery of his craft beyond all others (why else would they pick him over someone else?), and he is keen to hold that over the heads of others he feels treat him with disrespect.

15. Donatien Gosse, the Court Magician. A dour, withdrawn old man who lives a reclusive life in his tower in the palace, rarely coming to court unless his aid is needed to presage coming events, to place protective wards over armies, or to interpret the tidings of the stars. He is spiteful of the Court Musician and hates it when people get the two of them confused; he views Acelin as a fool who cares only for spectacle, and that his magic is not a mere show, but a powerful force worthy of awe and respect. He is aware that other court magicians perform as entertainers, and he sees this as disrespectful and a waste of talent. Spends most of his time studying the stars or working on his experiments, not all of which he has shared with the rest of the court.

16. Deocar Leblanc, the Archimandrite. The abbot of the Brothers of Saint Matto, a Voltanite monastic order headquartered in the Silent Quarter of Lescatie, and appointed to the court as the official responsible for the oversight of all monasteries and convents within the kingdom. Spends most of his time at the palace rather than at the monastery, and has taken a liking to its comforts - by some accounts, too much so for a monk, but he maintains that there's nothing wrong with it and that he is only respecting the honor bestowed to him. To add further controversy to the matter, there are rumblings of dissent from some monasteries arguing that a Voltanite is in no position to make decisions about how the brothers and sisters of other cults conduct themselves.

17. Klaus Holt, the Jester. A foreigner from Vardessy appointed to the role, with the hopes that someone from outside of Lescatie would feel more at liberty to mock its court and hopefully prevent its members from getting so absorbed in their egos so as to neglect their duties to the people. For whatever lofty goals the court has for his position, if Klaus is even aware of them, he doesn't care, and lives his life laidback and carefree, with a flippant disregard for punctuality or decorum and a sharp tongue that sometimes offends unprepared dignitaries. No one can tell how much of this is a personality issue, and how much is him being committed to his job perhaps too well.

18. Apolline Lechance, the Seneschal. A stern, grim-faced older woman in charge of the servants of the court. She has taken the importance of her position in the court of the highest kingdom in all the land to heart, and is very strict about maintaining the palace at its most orderly to reflect the grandeur such a kingdom deserves (and to impress foreign interests on diplomatic missions). To this end, she is humorless and exacting about her demands, and hard to please, to the point where many servants resent her and mock her behind her back - though never where they think she can hear.

19. Marcilius du Sault, the Grand Louvetier. Renowned as the best hunter in the court, and in charge of leading royal hunts - particularly, those of wolves, most notably the annual Great Hunt of the Wolfwood held to the southeast of the capital. Ironically, he is greatly terrified of wolves, and will do anything possible to weasel his way out of a confrontation with one, meaning that his "hunts" tend to involve more parading and drinking than anything else. On the hunt, he surrounds himself with subordinates should he need to encounter a wolf face to face and commands them to go after it before he gets involved, insisting that "it's better if he stays back to give orders." Secretly, though, he once had a squire who was killed by a wolf when he froze in fear rather than confront it, and this is his greatest shame to this day, believing it makes him unworthy of the honors.

20. Guy Baudin, the Grand Boutellier. Officially the chamberlain to the king and in charge of carrying the keys to his bedchambers. He is also charged with the maintainence of the wine cellar and in procuring wine, as well as planning and conducting feasts and banquets. This is particularly important when it comes to the kingdom's Wine Festival, in which he is always in attendance to deliver wine to the royal household. Somewhat absent-minded and prone to malapropisms in his old age, and easily intimidated by shows of force. It is not particularly surprising that he is an alcoholic and enjoys his access to the finest drink in the kingdom a little too much - in fact, he has begun smuggling wine out of the cellars for his personal use, which has made him an easy target for unscrupulous merchants to manipulate into passing on some for them to surreptitiously sell as well.

Friday Encounter: The Relic Thieves

This encounter may be used on the road or in a town - either one the PCs are visiting on their way to another destination, or it may come to a more permanent home base.

Background

The Lunar Lands has no shortage of cults that venerate the divine powers, and each cult has its own roster of saints, myths, and important events in its history. Even generations after the fact, the lives and deeds of gods and holy men are remembered by relics - whether those be remains of saintly bodies, devices through which miracles were worked, or those objects that came into contact with the gods themselves. These relics carry traces of divine power, imparting the blessings of the gods upon those who possess them. Their powers vary, of course, but they may range from repelling evil to curing sickness to granting good fortune, and everything in between.

Naturally, this has made the trade - and in some cases, forgery - of relics a lucrative underground business. A shrine or temple that claims possession of a relic may draw pilgrims seeking its blessings, and the very connection to the Heavens that relics bring lends legitimacy to the clergy overseeing them. So naturally, there are some who would do anything to get their hands on one. No priest is going to publically condone such illicit activity concerning holy things, of course. But even the most outwardly pious may find the draw of fame and power too strong to resist...

The Encounter

The PCs may come into contact with the relic trade through an encounter with a traveling shrine - one way or another, they will come across a monk driving an ox, pulling a cart on which is erected a small wooden chapel garlanded in flowers and gold leaf. Seated within this chapel is a gilded reliquary depicting a bust of Saint Hilda, a figure revered by the cult of Marseah, the goddess of mercy. In life, Saint Hilda was known for her ability to work miracles and cure blindness and lameness in the faithul, and long after her death, that power lives on in her relics. The PCs may be traveling on the same route as the chapel and pass it on the road, or they may be in a town where it is being exhibited to the public.

The monk, Brecharius, will explain that the reliquary contains a piece of the jawbone of the long-dead saint, and that some of her power still lingers in the old bone. He claims that those who kneel before the relic and recite a prayer will have good fortune, and those who touch it will be cured of illness. Anyone can pray to the relic free of charge; he charges 1 SP to open the reliquary so it can be touched, insisting that such money is to be used as a donation for the upkeep of his monastery.

There is no mechanical benefit to doing this, for the "relic" is little more than a piece of mundane bone (in fact, a DC 25 Medicine check will be able to determine it is not even from a jawbone at all, but a scapula). Brecharius will deny any allegations of fraud in public, going so far as to claim the accusers dishonor the gods by casting such doubts on a holy man. However, if the PCs have treated him politely enough to earn his trust, and if he sees them as capable of such a task, he will take them aside to speak to them privately at the first opportunity to explain:

Brecharius is, in fact, aware that the relic is a fake - but he has not forged it out of greed or malice. Rather, the real relic is claimed by Sister Closinde, a nun who oversees a temple a few days' travel to the north. She does not allow anyone to see the bone or take advantage of its properties. Brecharius doesn't enjoy having to con people out of their money to make ends meet, but he feels that the jawbone would be better served out for the people to revere and to take advantage of the healing properties of, rather than being locked away in a temple vault. Should the PCs seem the type to accept such a mission, he is willing to pay 500 GP to the party if they can break into Closinde's temple, steal the jawbone, and bring it back to him - by whatever means are necessary.

Closinde is unwilling to part with the jawbone - she is a devout follower of Saint Hilda, seeing her as a most noble patron of healers, and sees it as an honor that she would be entrusted with the relic. So too, she feels that it is safer to keep the jawbone under lock and key, fearing the greed of those who would wish to use its powers for their own gain. In her eyes, it is better that the relic never be used at all than to be used to line mens' pockets.

Closinde's temple isn't the largest, but it has a respectable staff, with eight other nuns and initiates (stats as commoners) living in its quarters, and four armed guards on the premises. The guards will patron the exterior of the temple and hold the gate, but will not fight inside the temple unless provoked, as they believe in the holy right of sanctuary, which states that no one may come to harm under a temples' roof. They expect others to feel the same - but those who would attack them or others first are, of course, ungodly ruffians to be put down at all costs.

The jawbone of Saint Hilda is contained in a modest chest in the undercroft of the temple, so as to look inconspicuous to would-be robbers. Ideally, it should be hidden among several largely identical chests, so that searching for the right one would take valuable time and potentially attract unwelcome attention. The chest is also locked, requiring a key that one of the guards carries on his belt, or a DC 12 DEX check using Thieves' Tools to pick the lock.

Further Developments

Should the PCs retrieve the jawbone and return it to Brecharius, he will reward them as promised. However, the real relic does indeed hold the power attested to it - once a day per user, one can say a prayer while touching the relic to cast lesser restoration on themselves. Some PCs may wish, then, to keep the relic for themselves to make use of its powers.

If so, they will find there are two complications to its use. For one, the jawbone is a holy relic sacred to the cult of Marseah, and the goddess will not tolerate its use for ill. Any party that possesses the jawbone must abide the tenets of Marseah - showing mercy to foes who surrender, always entertaining hospitality, providing charity to those in need of it whenever possible, and never demanding compensation unless it is offered to them first. If they do not, Marseah will be angered that a relic of her cult is in the wrong hands, and she will exert her wrath against the party - either subtly through steering them into misfortune (ideally, they should be directed toward scenes that remind them of their failings and those who suffer by them, such as encountering beggars, lepers, or the downtrodden), or, if that fails, calling down plagues and disasters.

Furthermore, even if the PCs are model Marseans, if Closinde survives the heist, she will surely learn of the theft, and she may dispatch agents of her own to try and retrieve the jawbone. For that matter, Brecharius might realize, after a few days go by with no word of the relic or the party's whereabouts, that they have deceived him, and he might look for another band of able-bodied and unscrupulous folk to steal it back. The PCs have entered the relic trade now, and the relic trade is a far deeper and more cutthroat world than one would think!

Landmarks of the Holy City

• The Grand Temple of Voltan is a proud edifice of high spires and golden domes, the holiest site both within Lescatie's capital and the kingdom itself. Seated atop the highest hill within the city's walls, it can be seen from just about any street and square. A great flight of stairs set into the hillside is constantly abuzz with pilgrims, priests, and monks - at least, save for on holy days, where the Matriarch performs an offering of thirty oxen at an altar atop the steps in a grand public ceremony. Tracks down the sides of the stairs are used to guide the flow of blood from sacrificial beasts.
• Just across from the Grand Temple, the Holy Archives is at once a monastery and a fortress, protected by a select guard of paladins and staffed by monks; their duty is such a sacred one that only those who have been raised in the cult since childhood may access the heart of the library. In addition to sacred texts - some dating back centuries and kept carefully preserved - the Archives also house the relics of many saints. More unscrupulous sorts could easily find a fortune within the Archives' vaults, but is it worth bringing down the wrath of the gods - and the many protective wards and guardians that hold them?
• Also within the inner walls that enclose the Grand Temple and the Holy Archives is the Old Fortress, which once housed the barracks, chapel, and armory of the Order of Lescatie - the holy knights who carried out Voltan's will in many wars across the land. Though it still maintains a garrison, most of the knights now live and train in the New Fortress, which was constructed to patch a gap in the city's walls that invaders were (embarrassingly) able to exploit during the revolution, and which faces the exterior of the city rather than being situated at its heart. Even still, the Old Fortress is an imposing edifice, with thick ramparts and cavernous halls that dwarf the skeleton crew that now oversees it. Some say, in fact, that some treasures of the Order's vaults were never moved to the New Fortress - and that there are secrets within that none of the knights living there now know of.
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  The Royal Palace sits at the south end of the city. Here the Royal Family find themselves sequestered in idle luxury; the Matriarch and her husband also have extensive apartments here. As of late, the Palace's great hall has been converted into a council room for visiting diplomats, who pay visit to the Holy City as a sort of neutral forum to discuss matters that concern the various lands, with a round table to put no undue importance on any parties in particular.
• At the northern end of Lescatie is the Classical Quarter, so called because it is home to several scholarly institutes that perform study in old classical tongues. This includes libraries and scriptoria attended to by monks of Mimir, schools of higher learning, and orders that pursue more esoteric goals - all of whom might have some arcane tomes or another, for those who know where to look.
• The Rue Solaire runs from the Classical Quarter to the Temple District, and encompasses much of Lescatie's high society. It is the area where the city's wealthy and powerful reside, and has grown to be a hub of culture, with well-tended gardens and plenty of cafes, artistic studios, bathhouses, upscale markets, and "bathhouses" to be found. Many names of great renown frequent these spots...and many of them have their own secret agendas.

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  The Plaza of the Bells serves as one of the largest marketplaces in the city. On most days, it's busy enough, with many shops overlooking the square (which contains a great fountain and a shrine to Nehalennia, the goddess of commerce), but on market days, the Plaza is overtaken by so many stalls that it becomes a sea of awnings and a maze of narrow alleys. In addition to typical market fare, one may find icons, incense, and sacrificial animals being peddled by the representatives of the city's temples. The Plaza gets its name for the basilica that sits along its eastern side, which once announced the time by the ringing of bells - it has long since been replaced by a clocktower, but the name stuck.
• Another of Lescatie's many squares holds the Fatestone, a towering pillar of limestone that has stood in the city since time immemorial. It is said that it may only be moved by the hands of the gods, and no mortal effort has been able to make it so much as budge. When the stone does move, rotating about its base, it is a sign that a great turning point in the world is coming.
• The Rue des Saints is a path that meanders through the streets of Lescatie, passing by statues and shrines dedicated to various saints venerated by the different cults. These range from the celebrated to the obscure, and the statues too range from towering marble edifices to cruder wooden sculptures. Notably, although the procession always begins at the equestrian statue of Matto the Great (himself canonized in the Cult of Voltan), there is no one accepted route, as rival cults and jealous sculptors have added more statues over the years that branched the paths out in different directions. Pilgrims to the city will often pay local guides to lead them through the Rue des Saints, but no guide will lead them down a path that will hit every saint, and to do so would be impossible without significant backtracking.
• If the Classical Quarter is named for the speech of its scholars, so too would be the Silent Quarter. The Holy City has attracted all sorts of monastic orders, and a whole district is set aside for monasteries and convents. Though enclosed within the walls, these facilities operate as isolated communities in and of themselves and rarely interact with those outside of them, hence the name (that, and because of the amount of residents under vows of silence).
• Lescatie has its fair share of guilds, though due to the proximity of authority both worldly and divine, they are limited in the power they can exert in comparison to those of other cities. Still, the most striking guild hall is that of the Guild of the Jam-Makers, which boasts large stained glass windows and elaborate balconies bedecked in sculpture. Many other guilds have noted its grandeur is rather disproportionate to the importance of the guild itself.
• Burning Row is a street with a grim history - it was once where officials of the cult would execute perceived heretics on pyres, and their blackened skulls were mounted on pikes lining the road as a warning to the impious. In practice, this was more often a convenient excuse to bump off political rivals and rule by fear. Wilmarina I's tenure as Matriarch has seen no such executions, but the name remains - and some still note the faint smell of burning late at night.

Art by Nathan Lucas