In the distance, a spine-chilling voice shattered the silence of the night, a voice quaking with fear and desperation. "Are you truly here?" it cried out, a tremor of uncertainty underscoring every word. "Are you here to aid us in freeing Nantos? But your numbers are so pitifully few, can you dare to challenge the malevolent forces that have tormented our island for a decade?"
As your party drew closer, you encountered the source of the voice—a figure cloaked in shadows, gaunt and haggard. The figure, a disheveled and weary bandit, welcomed you with a mixture of hope and dread, as if salvation and doom had arrived together.
Your party couldn't help but probe into the harrowing tale of survival amidst the pervasive evil that had consumed Nantos for years. The bandit, with a quivering voice, described his struggle for existence, recounting nights of hiding in dark, dank caves and days spent navigating the twisted, haunted woods. He had honed his skills to combat the abominations that lurked in the island's shadowy corners.
Curiosity led to another bone-chilling question: why had he not abandoned this accursed island? The bandit's response oozed with melancholy as he revealed the tragic tale of his family, all consumed by the malevolence that clung to Nantos. He was a forsaken soul with no other place to call home, bound by blood and tragedy. His existence had become a relentless pursuit to uncover the hideous heart of the island's evil.
With the moon casting eerie, shifting shadows and the mournful howls of unseen horrors echoing in the distance, your party faced a grim choice. Would you dare to assist this tormented soul in his nightmarish quest to unearth the source of the malevolence, and in doing so, confront the horrors that had ensnared Nantos in a never-ending nightmare?
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Giant Centipede
neutrol
6
5
4
Medium
0
18
18
17
1
1d4
piercing
1,2,3,5,6
1d4
175
M
Paralysis Bite
0
0
6
0
Cleric
Cleric
Human
65
173
19
female
15
12
8
11
17
10
1700
10
2
Medium
10
10
10
9
12
1
1814400
259200
104
10015
10006
104:1,10015:1,10006:1,79:1,80:50
Zombie Warrior
evil
4
5
8
Medium
26
6
15
1
4d4
slashing
1,2,3,4,5,6
1d6
650
L
91
91:1,10017:1
0
0
0
8
Ranger
Ranger
Human
77
173
19
female
15
18
10
11
17
11
2250
10
2
Medium
10
10
10
18
12
1
1814400
259200
19
21
10005
97:1,10017:1,10005:1,19:1,21:100
Zombie Warrior
evil
4
5
8
Medium
27
6
15
1
4d4
slashing
1,2,3,4,5,6
1d6
650
L
91
91:1,10017:1
0
0
0
8
Paladin
Paladin
Human
77
173
19
male
18
12
9
11
15
17
2250
10
2
Medium
10
10
10
18
12
1
1814400
259200
97
10017
10005
97:1,10017:1,10005:1,19:1,21:100
The Arrival
The small boat finally reached the shores of Nantos after enduring several months of tumultuous seas and relentless storms. Your party felt a profound sense of relief as they set foot on Nantos' beaches, but this relief was short-lived. The rumored stench quickly enveloped the group, and the smell of death filled their nostrils.
As the party took their initial steps onto the sandy shore, an eerie crunching noise emanated from beneath the wizard's feet. This unexpected sound halted the party in their tracks, and they immediately began digging in the sand. To their collective shock and horror, they uncovered the remains of a buried islander.
Their efforts in the sand were not in vain, as they discovered an amulet adorned with encrypted letters and a partially damaged letter. The letter had suffered from exposure to water and sand, making it nearly illegible. However, a few sentences remained visible, including "I am the farmer Ingolf Mayin" and the chilling final sentence: "Do not enter - the island will only bring you horrors."
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The First Encounter
You had barely set foot on the island when the horrifying discovery of the lost islander sent shivers down your spines. The overpowering stench intensified suddenly, and a distant, ominous growling sound reached the ears of all party members. To your collective dread, three zombie warriors emerged swiftly on the horizon. It was clear that these zombies had no intentions of conversation; their sole purpose seemed to be to feast upon the living.
With grim determination, you readied yourselves to defend against these infected creatures and made a mental note to examine their remains for any potential clues as you continued your perilous journey deeper into the island.
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Zombie Warrior
evil
4
5
8
Medium
22
6
15
1
4d4
slashing
1,2,3,4,5,6
1d6
650
L
91
91:1,10017:1
0
0
0
9
Giant Centipede
neutrol
6
5
4
Medium
0
9
18
17
1
1d4
piercing
1,2,3,5,6
1d4
175
M
Paralysis Bite
0
0
7
0
Fighter
Fighter
Human
77
173
19
male
18
12
16
11
10
8
1900
10
2
Medium
10
10
10
15
12
1
1814400
259200
92
10015
10006
92:1,82:1,10015:1,10006:1,23:1,25:30
HALT - i dont think we are alone
As your party ventured deeper into the heart of Nantos, the familiar sound of the waves crashing on the beaches suddenly vanished, replaced by the eerie sensation of a breeze sweeping across the open fields.
Just as you were about to press forward, one of your companions cried out in alarm, shouting, "HALT! I saw... I saw... snakes!" The fear in their eyes was palpable as they continued, "Watch out, I know what I saw—Giant Centipedes are lurking, waiting to strike and take us by surprise! Take cover and prepare to defend yourselves."
Thief
Thief
Human
77
173
19
male
15
17
10
11
13
14
1250
10
2
Pick Pocket
Pick Lock
Detect Trap
Detect Hidden Door
Remove Trap
Sneak
Shadow Hiding
Detect Noise
Climb Walls
Backstab
Medium
10
10
10
18
12
1
1814400
259200
34
35
10009
97:1,10009:1,34:1,35:100
Wizard
Mage
Elf
77
173
190
male
8
12
9
18
15
17
2400
10
2
Medium
10
10
10
5
12
1
1814400
259200
79
80
10021
10021:1,79:1,80:50,36:2,76:1,40:10
Why did it go so wrong on Nantos?
The slaying of the zombies weighed heavily on the hearts of your party members, as it felt far from a victory. Remorse filled their thoughts, thinking of the possibility that these three zombies might have once been a peaceful family, thriving as farmers or citizens in the great city of Altair.
Despite the somber moment, your party discovered a new lead—a letter with an ancient encrypted message found on the bodies of the zombies.
The message read, "Είμαι ο Μίνωας και έχω κατακτήσει αυτό το νησί και θα φάω όλους όσους μπουν στο βασίλειό μου." The meaning of these letters and who wrote them became pressing questions that demanded answers. What secrets lay behind this cryptic message, and who was this mysterious "Μίνωας" intent on claiming the island as their kingdom and devouring all who entered?
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Exhausted
As the weary party set up camp in lands tainted by malevolence, the wizard skillfully ignited the campfire with a flick of his staff. The flames danced to life, casting a warm, flickering glow that provided both light and comfort. Soon, the aroma of cooking food filled the air as provisions were prepared over the open fire.
Sitting around the campfire, your party found a moment of respite. They savored the simple pleasure of a warm meal and relaxed conversation. However, the cleric's mind couldn't help but drift back to the enigmatic amulet discovered on the beach with its cryptic inscriptions. What did those ancient engravings signify? Could they hold the key to unveiling the fate of the enigmatic island of Nantos?
Intrigued, the cleric shared their thoughts with the group, and a lively discussion ensued. Speculations and theories about the meaning of the amulet's mystic encryptions swirled around the campfire. With each passing moment, the mystery of Nantos deepened, and the party's determination to uncover the truth burned brighter than the flames that crackled before them.
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After a few weeks, a foul stench, reminiscent of rotting flesh, permeated the air across the island. Bizarre, eerie howling sounds echoed from the nearby mountains, sending shivers down people's spines. In response, five of the bravest individuals from the city of Altails embarked on a perilous journey to uncover the source of the mysterious howling and the noxious odor emanating from the Nantos Mountains.
As weeks passed, there was no word from the intrepid adventurers, and the howling grew louder and nearer to the city. Unsettling events unfolded, with dead horses, lifeless pigs, and numerous missing friends. The unbearable stench drove the people of Altails to abandon their homes in fear.
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