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Adventure Title
CCC-COTN-01-01 By the Seashore: A Red War Tale
Session
1
Date Played
2023-03-24 03:00:00 UTC
Levels Gained
GP +/-
83
Downtime +/-
10.0
Location Played
Discord
DM Name
corgibutt
DM DCI Number
#4859
Notes
+Potion Resistance (Cold) **Faro’s Song** You have spent time in the company of the constable of Stonedock, moreso that you can mimic the song Faro is known for humming. This song may sooth the fear-filled hearts and instill hope to those in despair. This innocent homage to this well-loved man may move the displaced and hopeless to action, possibly effecting the Red War or future Con of the North Convention-Created Content. **Stink of Thanks** As a token of gratitude, the fishermen of Stonedock gift you a bucket of their special stinkbait. Each batch of this offal-smelling muck is a local mixture of rotten food staples, dead beast viscera, warm-bubbling, vile fluids and a special ingredient that its maker adds to it! The bait’s stench is so putrid that many may avoid you while you have it, you might lure beings that enjoy this gut-churning grub to it, or it could serve you in other ways in future Con of the North Convention-Created Content.

Magic Items

Name Rarity Location Table Result Counts?
☐ Chauncey’s Codbone Cosherer (Immovable Rod) Uncommon false
This gnarled stick is the warped mix of bramble, vine and birchwood, twisted around the spine of a humongous Moonsea Cod. Druidic runes are etched in the handle, their meaning, lost through the seasons. The fish spine permits threading of a line down to a crude reel made of a sea chub’s skull. While activated, if there are any fish-like beasts within 10ft. of the rod, it will shake, and the skull will excitedly exclaim, “You got a bite! You got a bite!”.
🗵 Corsair’s Star (Orb of Direction) Common false
This palm-sized, masterwork compass was once the property of a Thayan ship captain. Housed within its polished silver case is an expertly-crafted compass rose, whose bone-finger points stand out from behind intricately-carved storm clouds and lightning bolts. A diminutive opal orb suffused with a part of the Thayan’s soul sets at its center. While in use, the wielder hears the sound of waves crashing along with a ship’s hull creaking. A haunting voice calls, “Bring it back …bring it back to me...”.