Stories of Golarion.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: 0
Dungeon Master
 GM, 24 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Mon 5 Sep 2011
at 14:55
Stories of Golarion
A place to post about the people, places and things in Golarion that we encounter. You can do it as well if you want to detail your families or your earlier adventures together!

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:55, Tue 23 Sept 2014.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 29 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Wed 7 Sep 2011
at 13:22
Re: Stories of Golarion
Aspodel Grub

Aliaga Silvershaper was an adventurer and paladin of Iomedae The Inheritor who traveled with her husband, "Smiley" Benjon Quickhands, throughout Golarion righting wrongs wherever they found them. In a battle against the summoned terrors of Cheliax during the fight for Andoran's independence, her husband was killed and his body taken by the cruel diabolists. The grief-stricken Aliaga and her companions fought through hordes of hell's minions to the interior of Cheliax to reclaim the body and take it back over the border to Andoran.

Though she attempted to resurrect the poor rogue, his soul had been absent too long from its body for such attempts to be made. One year and one day after her husband's death Aliaga was visited by an angelic herald known to her as Qelavel with the news that Benjon's soul had found peace in the angelic fields and was reconstituted into one of Iomedae's servants - the very messenger now before her. As a final goodbye the two layed together and from the union Aspodel was born. Her mother settled down to the cloistered life to raise her and as such Aspodel's childhood holds many warm memories.

Eventually Aspodel took to the road, finding a patron deity of her own as she traveled across Golarion spreading joy through her music. In the last few years she has formed the Outcasts of Cailean and obtained patronage from a noble in the River Kingdoms with which she hopes to be able to continue to spread Cailean's message and the lessons of her noble mother throughout the land.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 42 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Mon 13 Feb 2012
at 21:56
Re: Stories of Golarion
Ostris Lorelion Cloudchanter

Born in the land of the Linnorm Kings, the only things "Ostris" has kept from his viking heritage is the surname of his shaman ancestors and his love of battle. Attempts at raising him to follow the ways of the north were mostly lost on the young man and his lust for beauty meant the barren north couldn't hold him for long. Ever a warrior, Ostris chose the path of paladin after discovering the Church of the Eternal Rose in far off Taldor. He has since left his given names behind for ones he denotes as far more civil, noting at times that "Even the northern gods can appreciate the beauty of some things. Their 'things' are more along the lines of a sword's glint at dawn or ruby blood on snow. The poetry of the name I choose is no matter to them - they just see the shine of my glaive, the warrior's blood in my veins."

Whether through a grim, baritone funeral dirge or a hardy, lilting marching tune, Ostris' voice carries the beauty of mortal works - and thus Shelyn's message - throughout Golarion. The purity of his voice and his good nature have led to several rumours about Ostris as a man blessed by the northern fey themselves.

In his maturity, Ostris is slowly returning to his homeland where he one day hopes to die among his gods and his family but for now he has taken up sword with the defenders of Lastwall, a bastion of light between the cruel, barren north and the beauties of civilization he has come to love.

This message was last edited by the GM at 21:57, Mon 13 Feb 2012.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 64 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Thu 11 Apr 2013
at 19:33
Re: Stories of Golarion
Vyko Bonereach
Vyko Flamedancer; the Despairer; the Wanderheart. These were some of the names bestowed upon Sarenrae's paladin before his fall.

Unsure of what religion to settle on, the young Vyko traveled Golarion on a grand pilgrimage. Although he committed himself entirely to whatever cause he made his at the time, Vyko never made a true home among the churches he found - but was smilingly let free from his vows after doing each one a great boon. Late in his 20s, his searching came to an end after witnessing the dance of the burning blades performed while visiting the Everlight Oasis in the Empire of Kelesh. And so the name Wanderheart came to be, for the one who roamed so far to find his love.

Vyko spent a few years meditating at the churches of Kelesh and learning the dance for himself, while also learning of Sarenrae's mercy. And from this came his other names: Flamedancer for his mastery of the burning blades and Despairer for his own sadness at those who would choose his blade over the Everlight's redemption.

It is thought one such soul he chose to spare was his doom, for now he is simply Vyko Bonereach - spreader of death and corruption.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 74 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Sat 7 Dec 2013
at 00:08
Re: Stories of Golarion
The Bard of Evenhallow

"maybe you've heard the song or read the book
so tell me the tale of the castle at Pointhook
and I hope your answer is one I want to hear
the only thing deadlier than my wit is my rapier"


No one knows the true name of the Bard of Evenhallow. It is uncertain, even, if he exists or is simply a bogeyman for travelers.

The tale goes that a bard was playing a tavern in a long-forgotten town named Evenhallow. It changes with the telling but whether it was a particularly sadistic group of adventurers, a demonic cult or the forces of hell themselves, something dark fell upon the town that night. They promised a young bard his life if he played for them as they slaughtered the townsfolk. It is said The Bard left the town with his life but with his mind shattered in the wake of the horrors he had witnessed.

From the stories, he now travels the roads of Golarion, slaughtering groups who cannot answer his queries and disappearing into the night. The story has supposedly spread because he occasionally leaves someone alive if they perform for him while he kills.

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:44, Sat 07 Dec 2013.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 75 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Sat 7 Dec 2013
at 05:41
Re: Stories of Golarion
The First Piece

In the wilds of Irrisen is a hut made of bones. In the hut lives a man who accepted a gift from a witch - an ebony box with a skeletal finger inside. In the man there is a need - he sharpens his knives and waits for them to come, never ranging far from the hut but always knowing that they will find him. In the finger is a curse.

They say below the earth there was a keep made of bones that a lich called his home. It is also said that a paladin ventured there. It is not known why. Perhaps the lich had done him some terrible injustice but perhaps it is equally likely that the paladin traveled there simply to show that his light could penetrate even the unfathomable depths beneath the earth.

Either way, the paladin stormed the lich's keep. There was only a token resistance and the brave warrior soon found himself face-to-face with the keep's owner. The lich simply sat upon his throne and smiled, for unbeknownst to the paladin, the lich was a great diviner and knew that the hero would one day come. He hardly put up a fight and was soon vanquished, a grave smile upon his face all the while.

The paladin explored the keep in search of evil artifacts but all he found was a skeletal finger in a glass bell jar. Certain that it was a thing of evil, but unable to destroy it through mundane means, the paladin took the finger so that he might put it in the care of his knightly order until they could find the means to destroy it.

His third night journeying back to the surface is when the whispers started. Orders to build. But it wasn't until the seventh night that the paladin understood the message. He emerged from the underworld on the tenth night, not having slept in days but consumed with purpose. It was a month before his Order sent a party after him. They tracked him to a clearing in a forest where they found him atop a throne made of bleach white bones, a skeletal finger hanged round his neck on a strip of leather.

Such is the legend of The First Piece. All men who have touched it since have met the same fate - forced to live their short days in madness; they crave bones to build their unending infernal works. It is unknown if the lich was the creator of the Piece or simply one of its victims but some legends hold that the curse will only be broken when the keep of bone is rebuilt. Piece by piece.

This message was last edited by the GM at 23:52, Sat 07 Dec 2013.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 77 posts
 To Be
 Or Not To Be
Thu 21 Aug 2014
at 20:46
Re: Stories of Golarion
The Silver Needles

An order of knights said to use the pieces of a fallen star to bind devils and demons, the Silver Needles are heroes to those they have saved from the clutches of evil. Unfortunately, the Silver Star - prophesied to make enough needles for all the demons in the hells - is not the only thing their hidden fortress protects.

He had to kill a boy for a journal. A whole life for some paper and ink. But it was understood in their Order that the secret must be kept. He read the entry before tossing the book in to the fire.

My brothers said I had passed my training and was ready to be initiated in the final rite of the Needles. A common boy made Knight of the Silver Needle, at the time it was a boon but now that I know it is more of a burden.

They had me bring my latest capture to the keep - hard to believe the devil that tried to tear me apart could be bound within a simple piece of metal no larger than a sewing needle. A man hooded in the robes of the order approached me and beckoned me to follow. He led me through the keep to a hallway off the senior ranks quarters and stopped at a tapestry along the wall. He uttered the pass phrase and told me to memorize it as the wall behind the tapestry disappeared, revealing a flight of stairs going downward.

I followed eagerly into the depths, feeling the tingle of magic in the air as we descended. My guide explained that the walls and stairs here were embedded with silver warding runes to keep any demonic forces at bay. We came to the first of the doors, offering another passphrase to the guard at the other side. We passed through several doors and anterooms but not a single guard looked me in the eye as we went. Now I think they pitied me, realizing that it was to be my first time seeing him.

At last we came to a bend and the hooded man sighed audibly and signaled me to lead the way around the final bend. As I rounded the corner, I immediately saw a man shackled between the ceiling and the floor so his arms and legs were spread in a cross. His body was pulled taut from either end by silver chains around his ankles, wrists and neck but his eyelids drooped in a seemingly unconscious stupor. Embedded in the skin of his abdomen were hundreds, if not thousands of silver needles like the one that suddenly weighed heavy in the pocket of my breeches.

I turned away in revulsion just as my guide spoke, "We don't have a name for him but he is as old as the stone you're standing on if the records are to be believed. We don't know anymore if he was one of the Order's original knights or a criminal punished to serve the Order. Some of the men with darker humors call him the Needleman.

"He contains those things we have captured and we can even talk to them through him. They are creatures of deception but can be made... easier to handle if given a physical form. And all you have to do is say their name - they are eager to have someone listen after a while.

"They give us information on finding their ilk; warn us of betrayers and deserters and plots against the Order. Even the chaotic ones have been found to have useful information here and there.

"We hope now after joining our fight for the last couple years that you will understand how this one small evil has prevented so many larger ones. Will you place your first needle, initiate?"

And I did. And now I am cursed.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 20:47, Thu 21 Aug 2014.