Lords Of The Last Days: 21 Encounters In A Serpent-Ridden Apocalyptic Pass

Here's another encounter table based on the lyrics to a song. All credit for the idea goes to Joseph Manola and his excellent Against The Wicked City blog. This one is a bit more focused than my last one, but it's based on a song by the same band, The Sword. Unlike the pretty disjointed encounters I made from Ebethron, I used this song, Lords, to make a more coherent setting. It has an adventure hook, rising tension, and a mechanic to make the journey into chaos a gradual change over time.

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THE HOOK

If you want to skip all the backstory (little though it is) below you easily can. The important thing is this: An ancient evil has been accidentally released in a mountain pass. Are you a bad enough dude to head up through the rapidly deteriorating highlands and return the stolen golden seal before it's too late?

EXCESSIVE BACKSTORY

Seven centuries ago, Mereshehad, high priest and worldly avatar of the Seven Serpents, was defeated and sealed in a tomb in the largest pass over the Barrier Peaks of the east. Seven seals were placed upon its door, and the door itself was guarded by seven stone balbals, golems imbued with the spirits of warriors who fell in the battle against him.

Seven days ago, a wizard's apprentice from Brimistead, bored while his master Grybia was in a weeks-long trance to commune with elder gods, used a spell of invisibility to steal the largest seal, one made of molten gold. Six hours later the others had all failed, releasing the malevolent ghost of Mereshehad – driven mad by centuries of isolation – upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of the pass. Its foul magic is as horrible is it is powerful.

Seven minutes ago, Grybia awoke, slew his apprentice immediately, and hurried to the tavern in which the PCs are currently staying. The elder gods with which he spoke recommended the party's services, and so he has charged them with heading up into the slowly unraveling pass. He promises a freshly made golden seal (worth 1,000 coins) to each PC if they merely put this one back where it belongs. But a week is a long time. The pass is already in open war, one which it is losing; getting there will be anything but easy.

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HOW TO PLAY

As the party heads up the pass, roll a D6 and count that many entries down this list below, skipping any entries already seen. How long it takes them is up to you, but Grybia stresses to the party that it's only a matter of time before the avatar can fully free itself from the mound. They should have two or three days in systems where healing happens overnight before Mereshehad is free, and should be easily able to climb the pass within that time.

1 The lords of the passes are arming their vassals. A crowd of peasant men are gathered near a crossroads, being armed and armoured with spears and shields by their aging lord and his two knights. There are about 20 in total. They may try to strongarm the PCs into joining them, or offer to aid their passage north – the peasants will break quickly when fighting anything supernatural and one of the knights will flee at the first sign of trouble, but the lord and other knight will fight to the bitter end.

2 You'll find no shelter that way. Several peasant families walk slowly down the road, heading the way the PCs came. Some of them are visibly sobbing, a few injured, and they carry all that they own with them or on their few mules. They will try to convince the party to turn back, claiming that serpentine monsters attacked their village, but that it was the soldiers who defended them who turned suddenly and madly back to burn the settlement to the ground.

3 The conscripts they've taken have never returned. A handful of armed soldiers, five or ten in total, hold a few women at the centre of a village. They are trying to force the village, which has hidden most of its men, to give up its conscripts. It already gave up half of its male population a week ago, none of whom have returned. The soldiers are unwilling to search door to door with their numbers and want the PCs to either search for them or convince the men out of hiding. If the soldiers aren't stopped or aided, they will kill one, then two of the women in a few minutes before the men give themselves up.

4 And our hopes fade with each passing day. At the centre of a village, several tables covered in food and what few fineries the peasants possess have been set up. The whole settlement is revelling over the feast, which contains most of their food. They cheerfully invite the PCs to join, explaining that, with no hope for the future, they are trying to make the best of the present. Convincing them to hope, even with the evidence of the golden seal, will be very difficult – but if they don't stop the feast they won't have enough food come winter.

5 The gates of the keeps are all closing. A small but clearly formidable keep is surrounded by a camp of tents, filled with deserted soldiers and displaced peasants. The lord inside is letting in visibly competent soldiers, beautiful women, and wealthy survivors, claiming the keep was sanctified against evil magic like Mereshehad's. A few soldiers will attempt to rob or extort the PCs to buy access. The keep's wards won't hold out even the weakest demon, and it will be the site of a massacre if the seal is not replaced.

6 And broken men wander the road. Stumbling down the road towards the PCs are a few soldiers led by a knight. They are armoured and hold their weapons drawn, but seem dazed, confused, and completely oblivious to the world around them. One falls, stabs his blade deep in his arm, then stands up and pulls it out before continuing as if nothing happened. Only if directly approached and jostled will they awake from the stupor, their last memories being of an attack in the night by a man with three snakes instead of a head.

7 The farmers have fled to the forest. A farming village lies completely abandoned save for a young girl wandering through it in tears. The populace fled for the nearby forest almost on a whim, leaving her behind in the confusion. She is too afraid to head there on her own and the villagers are too afraid to return to the village to retrieve her. If the PCs bring her to the villagers they will be ambushed by D4+1 wolves with the heads of snakes (still count as normal wolves though), but will be rewarded with trinkets worth 100 coins.

8 Burning their fields as they go. Several men and women march through fields of wheat, holding torches and setting the plants on fire. One man catches on fire as the party watches or approaches, neither stopping nor screaming until he is fully engulfed and falls down dead. If the PCs near them or watch for more than half a minute or so, they will see them and attack, attempting to set them on fire instead (their torches only deal D4 damage but set the target on fire on a roll of 4).

From the Hindustan Times

9 The dukes of the marches have ordered their archers. A large group of soldiers, about 30 to 40 in total, mostly archers, are camped on the shores of a small creek. Only about a third of them have been possessed, but crucially so has their leading lord. He is feigning caution and cowardice in order to wait for the possessed to outnumber the unpossessed, before turning on them. If somehow convinced to travel with the PCs, the corrupted soldiers will wait until a fight before turning on their former comrades.

10 To shoot all outlanders on sight. A village lies in mostly smoking ruins, but as the PCs approach they can hear cries for help. Four hunters, the only survivors of the chaos that destroyed their home, are trying to lure them near before shooting bows from the windows of the town's meeting hall. They are not possessed, but believe it to be the end of days, and it will be hard for the PCs to convince them they aren't demons in disguise.

11 Turn back your horses before it's too late. Five well-armed men, skilled wandering mercenaries from northern lands, ride horses down the path towards the PCs. They fought against the serpents and possessed soldiers of Mereshehad valiantly but lost. Now they're living to fight another day. They are talkative and friendly, particularly eager to talk of the man they fought who had three serpents instead of a head, but if they learn or suspect the party is wealthy (IE they see or are told of the golden seal) they will risk an attempt at robbing or extorting all but the most obviously dangerous parties.

12 There'll be no safe crossing this night. A wide river crossing has several beached rowboats on the PCs side, and a visible horde of refugees on the other. No boat will cross the water for fear of a giant amphibious serpent within the river, which must be slain or otherwise distracted in order to make passage safe. One brave man will attempt to swim as the PCs arrive, cheered on by the watching crowds on both sides before being devoured halfway across. The serpent is strong but not that strong, but it must be lured onto land to be fought in any plausible manner.

13 Hear the horns, pounding hooves. The PCs have just enough time to a see a host of 100 to 200 soldiers and a dozen or so knights in front of them before a horn sounds and an equally large army charges down a ridge towards them. The battle will turn in favour of the side opposite the PCs unless they intervene. However, the nearer army is in fact the possessed one, a fact only revealed by their silence, occasional hastily-made serpentine heraldry, and violence towards the party if their unpossessed nature is revealed. The battle is close enough that whichever side wins will only have about 50 survivors.

14 Visions of cities aflame. The smoke can be seen before the glow, and the glow before the city itself – really a town, a thousand people at the most – engulfed in a raging fire. Some people are fleeing through the southern gate, but many more are trying to put out the fire. They would be able were it not for the to mobs of possessed townsfolk, fifty strong each, march from place to place lighting everything on fire. A trained force or larger mob of locals could easily defeat them. A wealthy merchant fleeing the city promises the five golden rings he wears (worth 200c each) if the PCs organizes a defeat of the mobs. Of course, they could always just chop his hand off and leave.

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15 Wailing cries, dawn of doom. A village lies in ruins, many houses smashed or collapsed, bodies of soldiers and peasants alike strewn about its limits. A huge serpent's corpse lies at the heart. A wailing woman kneels over the body of her fallen husband, a peasant conscript who died in the process of striking the deathblow against the serpent. The crowd gathered around them is being ranted at by an old man who claims the only rational response is submission to the "serpent gods". He will try to involve the PCs in the discussion and attempt to stir up violence against them if they reveal their quest.

16 Die by the sword or in chains. A group of captured peasants and defeated conscript soldiers is led up the path the same way the PCs are headed, guarded by a half dozen possessed soldiers and a priest in green robes, bearing a staff with a poorly carved snake's head at the tip. The possessed men will threaten to kill the captives if they notice the PCs before they attack, as will the priest threaten to turn the blood of the PCs to poison. These are both bluffs (the priest is quite harmless). If freed, the soldiers, three or four in number, will gladly (if poorly) aid the PCs in their quest.

17 Men kneel in temples of madness. A church has had the statues flanking either side of its door defaced, and serpentine heraldry hung above its door. A man at the entrance invites the PCs in to "seek salvation", where a priest in poorly-dyed green robes preaches about submission to a crowd of dozens. If the PCs enter, five possessed soldiers will follow after them, selecting a young woman from the audience to be dragged out and "converted" by Mereshehad. Half the audience will cheer, the other weep, while the woman struggles against the soldiers, who quickly overpower her. Intervening will draw the ire of the half that cheered, and the support of the half that wept.

18 False prophets spread discord and fear. An old woman in dark, ragged robes leads a procession of dozens of peasants and deserters, praying for salvation from the gods. Every few hours a pack of wolf-sized serpents kills one and spares the others, a fact the woman uses to both claim that their deaths are inevitable and that prayer is all that is saving them for the time being. In fact, the procession is left alive only because their despair pleases Mereshehad, and killing the serpents (who will come in just a few minutes by their reckoning) will cause a group of about seven soldiers guiding the snakes to attack.

19 Darkness descends once again. The sky reddens and darkens as if it were sunset or dawn, though the sun still hangs in the sky, now as black as night. There is a rustling from nearby bushes and trees, until a tide of snakes swarms forward like a tidal wave. They will not bite or harm anyone, but may cause horses, followers, and anxious PCs to panic, and will sweep away anyone who cannot find something to hold onto or otherwise be held down with, dashing them against boulders and trees or drowning them beneath the wave.

20 They say the lords of the last days rule here. Four possessed knights march in front of a man with three serpents instead of a head: the earthly avatar of Mereshehad. He can control one character per round (no save, or he can attempt to control someone else if a save is passed; though he cannot make anyone kill themselves), and his knights are fanatically loyal. He will taunt the PCs, and if made aware of the golden seal will use his mind control to have it thrown to a knight before attempting to flee with it. If killed, his spirit will rise from his body, cursing the PCs and insisting that he cannot be killed before dissipating with a mocking laugh.

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21+ Here it is, the tomb itself. Were it not for the stone entrance, slightly ajar and decorated with six seals, and the seven stone balbals in front, it would be nearly impossible to tell the mound apart from any other hill. The balbals fight as strong warriors or knights with incredibly tough armour, but cannot see past invisibility and cannot stop more than a dozen people at most if charged en masse. Fixing the seal is as simple as pushing the door shut (which even a weak person could do) and placing the golden seal over the crack. It will glow with a golden light, cause the runes written in each of the other seals to glow as well, and then destroy all traces of Mereshehad's presence outside the tomb. His serpents and avatar will fall dead and melt into black goo, his possessed followers will awaken from their trance, and if the sky has reddened and darkened it will return to its normal appearance. Replacing the seal may also cause the balbals to recognize the PCs as allies and halt their attack; it's up to the GM to decide.

AFTER THE ADVENTURE

Upon a successful return, Grybia will reward the party with the golden seals as promised (wizards work quickly and mysteriously), and even offer to teach any wizards in the party a spell or two in return for a month of aiding him as an apprentice, until he can find another permanent replacement. He could be a great source of future adventures if the party is willing to continue working with him.

If the party fails by fleeing, Grybia will send eldritch beings (such as Hounds of Tindalos, like blink dogs that can only teleport by appearing out of sharp angles) after the PCs as retribution or even pursue them himself. Whether they flee or are all killed, Mereshehad's foulness will spread unchecked for days until his kingdom's expansion slows to a halt, creating a decidedly evil nation ruled by a powerful sorceror right in the path of many important trade routes. Not the end of the world, but certainly a meaningful change.