Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Lost in the Borderlands 2 By The Marsh (Actual Play)

Iron & Gold

Lost in the Borderlands is based on the module Borderlands of Adventure, by J (who I presume is Walter J. Jones Jr., the copyright holder) and published by New Realms Publishing as NRP 31001.

It was written for Labyrinth Lord and I have converted to Iron & Gold by Precis Intermedia Games. It follows a few other adventures with these characters.

Lost in the Borderlands

Previous Chapter 1. Berserkers —::— Next Chapter 3. By The Bridge

2. By The Marsh[1]

The grass here was as tall as Felewin, and he and Uthrilir took turns breaking trail. As Uthrilir gave way to Felewin, he said, “It sort of forks here, but neither of these is a path.”

“True,” said Felewin. “I think we’re backtracking the trail the men created, but they walked lightly and the rain has flattened other grass. It might be a fork or it might be an accident.”

The dwarf nodded. Ninefingers said, “I do not think we want to go to wherever the men hailed from.”

Hrelgi said, “You remember that tree with the crooked limb at top? I can still see it.”

“Breaking trail is always slow,” said Felewin. “North or east?”

“The Tower is south, they said,” said Ninefingers.

“East it is,” said Felewin. “Because north is definitely wrong.”

They rested a moment. It was not yet noon though the sun was high, and they continued.

The buzzing of insects got louder as they sweated their way through the grass. The trees got sparser and scrubbier. Felewin finally said, “You smell it? We’re nearing water…maybe a marsh or a fen.”

Uthrilir was in the lead. He said, “Smells like a lot of water. What’s the difference between a fen and a marsh?”

“Fen’s usually drier. You can ride a horse carefully through a fen, but not a marsh.”

“This is probably a marsh, then,” said Uthrilir. He let the others forward to see.

Mostly murky water was clumped with reeds only as tall as Ninefingers. The view stretched almost to the horizon.

“That is not a way to the—” started Hrelgi. “What’s that?”

“What?” asked Uthrilir. He wrung sweat from his hair and then took a swallow from the wineskin.

“There’s something glinting in the water there. See?”

“Nope,” said Felewin.

“You have terrible vision,” said Hrelgi. “Ninefingers, you see it, right?”

“Nope.” Ninefingers shifted his pack on his back.

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to get in the water.”

“I’m small. That’s deep water to me.”

Hrelgi hrumphed and dropped her pack on the ground and waded into the water, even as Felewin shouted, “Don’t!”

She waded out until the murky water was about the middle of her thighs. “At least it’s not so hot and sticky if you have some water on you.” She bent over the water, hand shading her eyes as she searched.

Felewin said, “Hrelgi!”

Uthrilir said, “Let her. I can use another minute to rest.” Felewin turned to him and said, “Yes, but it is not meet she should—”

“Ulp,” said Hrelgi and Ninefingers yelled.

A giant toad was there with Hrelgi’s legs protruding from its mouth.[2] Uthrilir[3] swore and rushed into the water, drawing his mace and swinging. He hit the flank of the toad but didn’t get it to open its mouth. Ninefingers,[4] faster on his feet than Felewin, was already there, and he managed to hit the toad as well, only to be swallowed whole by another toad. Felewin[5] finally arrived in the water and, because Uthrilir was on one toad, smote the other, the one with Ninefingers. Hrelgi[6] didn’t have light or a way to reach her grimoire, but they heard her casting a spell.[7]

The first toad leapt farther into the marsh; Uthrilir swore. The toad with Ninefingers[8] jumped over everyone’s heads for drier ground. Felewin said, “Can you swim?”

Uthrilir said, “No!”

“Trade!” Felewin couldn’t really swim either, but he could usually stay afloat, and he was taller than the dwarf — he[9] managed to catch up with the toad because it was laden with Hrelgi’s weight and he hit it in the leg.

Uthrilir, on the other hand, got[10] to where the toad had been but did not manage to hit it.

Inside her toad, Hrelgi[11] decided she was not going to be able to see to cast a spell, and drew her knife even as the teeth cut into her thighs.[12]

Ninefingers had made the same decision, but he was entirely inside his toad, and between trying to keep from being swallowed, the slime, and the toad’s tongue stuck to his armor, he lost his dagger. His sword was outside, in the water somewhere.[13]

He was strong for a goblin, but he didn’t think he was strong enough to pry the thing’s mouth open. While he had a tinderbox, there was no way he could start a fire inside the toad.

What he had was a bag of gold coins he had taken from the tent he had slept in. The bag was heavy and contained a couple of cut gems. The gems were hard enough and he hoped sharp enough to cut the inside of the toad’s mouth.

First he had to get one.[14] He got his fist around a big stone: it wasn’t worth a lot but it was large and cut.

Outside[15] in the marsh, the toad with Hrelgi almost leapt, but Hrelgi was heavy and the toad was sorely wounded; Felewin[16] found the soft spot under the foreleg of one front leg and killed it.

On the shore, Uthrilir[17] struck and managed to break one of the toad’s legs. Inside it, Ninefingers had managed to grasp one of the gems with the edge of a facet exposed, and cut deeply, cutting off the toad’s tongue.

As black blood filled the mouth and threatened to drown him, he thought, That wasn’t a bright move. He had visions of sinking to the bottom of the marsh, drowned inside the thing’s mouth.

I told my uncle I wanted a safer life. Instead I have this.

The mouth cracked open, letting in sunlight and sweet air.

Ninefingers spat out toad blood and managed to roll himself onto the ground. Uthrilir was standing over him, holding the toad’s mouth open.

“Are you all right, Ninefingers?”

The goblin coughed out more blood. “Peachy.” He raised his head. The toad was dead. “Hrelgi?”

“Felewin is after her toad.” Uthrilir looked sheepish. “I can’t swim.”

Ninefingers forbore telling the dwarf that Felewin wasn’t a strong swimmer. “Help me get this tongue unstuck, and then I can try to find my dagger.”

Uthrilir tugged the tongue off the goblin’s hauberk, then poked around the blood and spit. “There’s gold in here.”

“I found it in my tent. Felewin might believe in poverty but I like to have money set aside.”

“I found some, too.” He thumped his chest. “Got it here. Another reason I didn’t want to go deeper in the water.”

Uthrilir helped him look. They found the dagger and about twenty pieces before they heard Felewin. “Hellooo! I’ve got her. We’re wading back in now.”

“Let me know if you see my sword!” Ninefingers called out. “It’s in the water somewhere!”

“You might have to use that spear you found. You dropped it on the shore,” said Uthrilir.

“I might, but I really grabbed it for the head. I’ll be that’s silver; I don’t know how to use a spear.”

“I can teach you.”

“I’d rather have my sword back.”[18]

Felewin rumbled to Hrelgi, “You go to shore. Take my pack. Mind you watch for toads! I’m going to look for his sword.”

Felewin spotted one glint, but it was just a copper coin. He saved it. The next glint was gold, the one after that was silver. He kept checking and saved each one until he had Ninefingers’ sword.

Once he had that, he waded ashore.

The others were sitting there. Ninefingers had cleaned his head and hands, but his clothes were still filthy with toad ichor.

“I found your sword,” said Felewin. “You look terrible. You okay?”

Ninefingers nodded.

“And I know you’re always concerned about money. I found you….ten gold, eleven silver, and fourteen copper coins. From different kingdoms, it looks like.”

Ninefingers waved it off. “You keep it. There was some coin in the tent I slept in.”

“There were bags of belongings in my tent,”replied Felewin. “I didn’t even think to look in them. It seemed disrespectful.”

“Given that we found a variety of coinage, I’d guess those men were also brigands of some kind.”

Felewin nodded slowly. “Then I forgive myself for killing them.”

“Glad to hear that,” said Uthrilir. “There’s got to be a bridge across that marsh, but I’ll wager it’s farther north.”


Monsters

Hobgoblins are in the rulebook.

Giant Crab

AbilitiesF3 A3 C0 R0 I0
SkillsAthletics 4 (≤7), Brawling 4 (≤7)
GimmicksOversized, Natural Weapon (3 inj), Natural Armor (3)
ArmsLongsword (2 inj), Shell (3)

Giant Toad

AbilitiesF3 A4 C0 R0 I0
SkillsAthletics 5 (≤8), Brawling 4 (≤7), Stealth 4 (≤7)
GimmicksMusclebound, Toughness, Natural Weapon (Teeth 1 inj)
ArmsTeeth (2 inj)

Game Mechanics

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Work Hard A Path

[2] Reactions Felewin 12 Ninefingers 11 Uthrilir 13 Hrelgi 12 Toads 7+3=10

[3] Uthrilir rolls 7 Toad rolls 6 margins 3 vs 1 hit with mace (2 inj -1)

[4] Ninefingers rolls 7, margin 2 vs 0 (2 Inj -1) Toad 2 rolls 5 (margin 2 vs 0, gets Ninefingers)

[5] Felewin finally gets there, rolls 2 to hit, so succeeds margin 8 vs 6 margin 1, 3 inj -1

[6] Hrelgi, on the other hand, heals herself, and rolls 3 on the spell and 3 on R+C, making both easily.

[7] Toad2 (with Ninefingers) 12 Uthrilir 10 Felewin 9 Ninefingers 9 Hrelgi 8 Toad1 (with Hrelgi) 7

[8] Toad2 hops farther away.

[9] Felewin wades after Hrelgi and gets close enough to hit. rolls 7 for margin 2 vs margin 1, so two more damage after Toughness…oh, yeah, he has the +1 sword. Margin 3, then.

[10] Uthrilir makes it out and runs after it.

[11] Both Hrelgi and Ninefingers attempt Athletics rolls to get their knives out. Hrelgi succeeds (rolls a 6) but Ninefingers does not (rolls a 12). In fact, he loses the Seftish dagger.

[12] Hrelgi hits (Margin 2 vs Margin 1)

[13] Reactions: Ninefingers 12 Uthrilir 12 Toads 12 (7+5) Felewin 11 Hrelgi 8 Toads fail (Margin -2, a 12) when their turns come.

[14] Ninefingers rolls a 5, which is less than Fitness+2. Call it an automatic action. Ninefingers grabs the gem

[15] Felewin 12 Ninefingers 10 Uthrilir 12 Hrelgi 8 Toads 12

[16] Felewin rolls a 9 (margin 1) vs margin -2 (3 inj damage)

[17] Uthrilir hits (margin 1 vs margin -5) (2 inj damage)

[18] Mythic: Will they find the sword? Well, Felewin rolls 7 on his Tracking of 7-. So let’s say that makes it even odds to find the sword in Mythic terms, with CF 7. 45% when any value up to 75% works. So yes.

Monday, July 1, 2024

Lost in the Borderlands Chapter 1 Berserkers (Actual Play)

Iron & Gold

Lost in the Borderlands is based on the module Borderlands of Adventure, by J (who I presume is Walter J. Jones Jr., the copyright holder) and published by New Realms Publishing as NRP 31001.

It was written for Labyrinth Lord and I have converted to Iron & Gold by Precis Intermedia Games. It follows a few other adventures with these characters.

Ironwood Gorge —::— Curse of Strahd

Next Chapter By The Marsh

Lost in the Borderlands

1. Berserkers

Felewin, Ninefingers, Hrelgi, and Uthrilir were searching for shelter from the oncoming rain; they had been driven off their intended path by weather and animals, when Ninefingers spotted a fire in the distance. Ninefingers crept close, and Felewin was not far behind him, although not so stealthy.

There were men, dressed in shaggy hides and huddled around a fire. Beyond were six tents. Ninefingers whispered, “Six, maybe eight people.”

Felewin whispered back, “I wish there were a way to tell if they were friendly. Dusk is coming on.”

“I don’t think we have a choice,” said Ninefingers. “Land’s too flat to set up camp and not be noticed. Trees don’t provide enough cover for our fire.”

“Eight people is two to one in case of trouble,” said Felewin.

Ninefingers chewed his lip thoughtfully. “We need a surprise held back. Those are humans, so I’m not welcome. You three approach the humans; if there’s a problem, I’m in reserve.”

Felewin shook his head. “It’s going to rain. You need shelter.”

“Then bring me in after we know if they’re good. I’m your servant who went out to search for food.”

“No; if they do attack, you’ll be too far away…that’s ten to three, maybe worse. You are helpless with a bow or sling, and we really need someone who can hit them from a distance.”

“Then that leaves you to stay back—not a good idea!—or Hrelgi.”

Felewin thought about this. “She could be up in a tree, work all her magic from there.”

“We’ll ask her.”[1]

#

Felewin, Ninefingers, and Uthrilir came within hailing range of the fire. Felewin called, “Yo! Travellers! Can we share your fire? We have only rations but we will share.”

“Have you wine or mead?” called back one.

“Wine.”

“Then you are welcome!” Others laughed, and they talked in low voices until the three came closer. One of them said, “Come and join us. I’m Marlraet. Make yourself comfortable — that gear looks heavy. We can make space for you to lie here.”

“Awfully kind of you,” Felewin said. “We were in the Gorge.”

“Bad luck that,” Marlraet said. “No game in the Gorge.”

“We got some of the game we were after,” Felewin said.

“Orc-killing? The Tower two days south will pay bounty for orc’s ears.” He looked over at Ninefingers. “Goblin ears, too.”

“My companion and associate,” said Felewin. “And the Tower has removed the bounty on goblin ears.”

“Well, there’s a source of money gone.” Marlraet shrugged. “Enough to make a man turn Jack Bandy.” Felewin stared at him, disapprovingly. “I mean, take now, for instance. Here you are, tired from a long day walking and there are only three of you. We, on the other hand outnumber you by a great deal and we are not tired.” He stood up, and the other men around the fire also stood up.

Uthrilir softly said, “Are you threatening us?”

“There’s a hand more of us than there are of you, so I think we’re promising you. Unless you hand over your goods, we’ll give you a world of hurt.”

Uthrilir raised his mace, and Felewin said hastily, “We have nothing of value. We wanted to share your fire peacefully.”

“Everyone says they have nothing of value,” said Marlraet. “We’ll be the judge, so hand it over. Food and drink first.”

“I think I speak for my friends when I say that we will not,” said Felewin. He drew his sword and pulled his shield from his back.[2]

Uthrilir growled.[3] “You will regret this if the blood-lust takes me.” He solidly hit the man nearest him, taking him across the knees. A man[4] at the back screamed because his hide clothes suddenly turned to lava; the man fell to the ground and the others looked startled. Felewin[5] hit Marlraet squarely, wounding the man seriously, and Ninefingers[6] also hit, but not as well.

The others seemed to gain courage from this; Marlraet[7] managed to hit Felewin’s shield but did nothing else; another managed to move around to Ninefingers but failed to hit him. The one who screamed and charged Uthrilir missed as the dwarf stepped out of his way. Ninefingers suddenly found himself facing two opponents, but one missed, though the other did not hit. The men who had already been injured missed, though some by less than others.

Then[8] Felewin[9] took off Marlraet’s head; another beserker[10] fell down with his furs transformed into lava; and Ninefingers[11] grievously wounded his opponent. Uthrilir[12] hit his foe again.

Felewin hoped they’d give up and run away, but they didn’t; if anything, they redoubled their efforts, attacking in a frenzy.[13] Two of them got in shots against Felewin and Nnefingers, but the wounds were not serious.

Felewin cried out, “You cannot win!”

But they kept attacking. The two unhurt one, facing Uthrilir, growled, “We will not yield!” …and then he burst into flame. The only unhurt one was left facing Uthrilir. With sorrow, Felewin killed the man he was facing, but some other deeply wounded man managed to slice him hard; Felewin tried to block it but broke off his sword, leaving it at half-length. Ninefingers finished one of his foes but opened himself to an attack by the other one on him.

Uthrilir two opponents died by lava, but the lava turned back to hides. Felewin was so exhausted and hurt that he missed his foe. Ninefingers likewise missed, but so did the men. Uthrilir killed one of his opponents.

The healthiest among them was one of the men, who snarled at Ninefingers, “You will meet Vulk today, green skin!” Ninefingers ducked down, under his swing.

Wounds and exhaustion were taking their toll on everyone, but the men in furs were clearly getting the worst of it. There were three still up, and then all three were killed.

Felewin fell to his knees, clutching one of his wounds.[14]

Uthrilir staggered over to him, and asked the Maiden’s blessing. The dwarf laid hands on Felewin, but not all of the man’s wounds were healed; all of Ninefingers’ wounds were healed when Uthrilir got to him.

Hrelgi ran up. “Are you okay? Is everyone fine?”

Felewin held up a bloody hand. “Yes. Of course. We’re fine, thanks to the Maiden.”

“I got three of’em,” said Hrelgi with satisfaction.

“You did, young one,” said Uthrilir. “You did.”

Ninefingers checked Felewin’s remaining wound. “We need to bandage that; you don’t want it opening and bleeding you dry.”

“Of course,” muttered Felewin. “He broke my sword.”

“I hope it wasn’t special.”

“It was just a sword.” Felewin shrugged. “But I am not so good with the long straight blades they were using.”

“You rest; I’ll see what I can fetch from the tents. There might be food and bandages we can use.”

“Mayhap. What good is a fighter without a sword?”

“You’ll be fine in a few days,” said Ninefingers. Behind him, Uthrilir shook his head to disagree.

“Hrm,” said Hrelgi. She started flipping pages in her grimoire, then opened the shutter on the lamp. “I might be able to help.”

More page flipping happened. “I know how to do this on myself, but someone else—someone who isn’t a dwarf—that’s new. I have to change this particle because you’re human….”

Felewin watched her with distant amusement. He wondered if maybe he didn’t feel some kind of shock.[15] She dug through her purse and found a twig—no, it was something dried. “Skink tail,” she explained. “Quiet, please. I’ve never done this before.”

Felewin raised an eyebrow. Hrelgi spake the incantation.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine. I feel better than fine…excellent. Most hale.”

Uthrilir said, “Except for the pointy ears, you’re lovely.”

Felewin’s hands went to his ears, but they were perfectly normal, and Uthrilir laughed at his own joke.

#

Ninefingers checked each of the tents to make sure no one was hiding there. The four of them drank the beer and a quarter of the rations that the men had stored. By then the rain had started, so they each took a tent meant for two. Uthrilir said, “If you find a ring or clothing, please don’t try it on. I have some experience with cursed things, and you would not like being cursed.”[16]

In the morning, they each brought the items the men had stored in their tents. Hrelgi brought out a sword and said, “I don’t know if this would be useful to you, but you’re welcome to it.” She let Felewin take it from her.

It was finely made, with a curve: more a slashing weapon than a stabbing one, and the pommel was chased silver in the shape of a wolf’s head.

“It’s magic,” she said.

“You made it magic?” he asked. He did not want to take it out of its scabbard until Uthrilir pronounced it not-cursed.

“No, it already was magic,” Hrelgi said.

Felewin nodded. “Magic how?”

Uthrilir said, “I said, not cursed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Hrelgi shrugged. “Keen edge, good aim, reaches into the spirit realm. I’m guessing, but those are the usual benefits for a sword.”[17]

Felewin took it in hand.

It fit fine. Not so well that he was spoiled for all other swords forever more, but it was good.

“Thank you,” he said simply, and sheathed the sword.

It took some time to pack everything up, but Felewin insisted on packing up even the tents they were not going to use or take. “We’ll put them in a supply cache[18] over in this tree. With the tree’s permission, we’ll blaze it with a sign, and future travelers will find it. They might have need of the tents and furs.”

Ninefingers shook his head. “There you go, again. Are you keeping any gems or gold you found in your tent?”

“There were a few rings, nothing else,” said Felewin.

Ninefingers nodded. “Nothing else.” He looked like he was going to say something and then decided not to.

Hrelgi held out her hand. “See my bracelet?”

“It’s lovely,” said Ninefingers. He picked up a silver-tipped spear from the pile and reversed it, letting the butt rest on the ground. “Walking stick.”

Felewin shook his head. “Back at the keep we’ll have Daerdun cut that down for you. Can you use a spear?”

Uthrilir said, “I can.”

“I’m not going to argue,” said Felewin. “You’ll find it heavy, though.”

2. By the Marsh


Monsters

Studded leather is a house rule that gives protection 1 to both fat and inj.

Berserkers

AbilitiesF3 A3 C2 R2 I4
SkillsAthletics 5 (≤8), Dueling 5 (≤8), Finesse 2 (≤5), Stealth 3 (≤6), Subterfuge 3 (≤7)
GimmicksHardened
ArmsLongsword (2 inj), Studded leather (1)

Game Mechanics

[1] Hrelgi needs to stealthily climb a tree near them. She’s sure-footed, so that helps. I’m going to assign a +2 difficulty to her athletics roll (7-, difficulty 2) for doing it quietly. Rolls a 4, which makes the stealth and the climbing.

[2] Reactions: Hrelgi 10, Felewin 9, Ninefingers 13, Barbarians 8, Uthrilir 7+5, 12 Ninefingers holds back; he’ll wait for Felewin.

[3] Uthrilir just hits the guy nearest him. He rolls a 2, so his opponent takes 2 damage because his armor fails.

[4] Hrelgi has looked up furs-to-lava and is willing to try. She rolls an 8 on a difficulty 0 task, so that works. Does she make composure+reasoning at a -2 difficulty? She rolls 3, so she gets it easily.

[5] Felewin rolls a 2 as well and Marlraet’s armour fails (2, 3, 5), so Marlraet is hit for 3.

[6] Ninefingers rolls a 7, so he hits his opponent, but one point of the armor works, so his opponent only takes 1.

[7] Marlraet rolls 7 (margin -1) vs Felewin’s margin of 1. rolls 8 (margin 2) vs 11 Marlraet (margin -5) does 3.

[8] Reactions: Felewin 9 Hrelgi 11 Ninefingers 11 Uthrilir 9 Marlraet 11 Berserkers 7

[9] Felewin gets margin 7 versus margin 1, so he does 3 and ignores armor. Marlraet gone.

[10] Hrelgi (makes roll with 6, C+R makes it margin 0) 4 damage to B8

[11] Ninefingers rolls 3, and does 2 more damage to B4.

[12] Uthrilir rolls 3 (margin 7) vs B7 margin 1 does 2

[13] First one rolls 7 so margin 0 vs Uthrilir Margin 2 Second rolls a 2 vs Felewin’s 12, so 3 damage, but shields gets 1, chain gets 1, so 1 damage gets through but shield comes loose. B5 is unhurt, but gets a margin of 4 vs Uthrilir’s margin 5

[14] Uthrilir rolls a 7 to help him, which barely does it. Felewin gets back 2 levels of health. On the next turn, Uthrilir rolls a 7 again for Ninefingers, who is completely healed.

[15] Hrelgi casts the spell (Fabrica Materia/Salubrity), and rolls a 6, so Felewin recovers her creativity in injury levels…which gets him to full.

[16] No wandering monsters overnight.

[17] And now Felewin has a +1 magic sword.

[18] Survival roll: 7. I think that gives them a hiding place.