The Dragon Rising: A Pendragon Solo campaign. Episode 17
Year 487 - Winter, Part 2.
King Adeon Beaumont is throwing a victory feast in celebration of defeating the Blesh King Osric. A knight has asked Tremayne for support in returning young Lord Awstin to power in Lestana and oust Marshal Selwyn, who seems to have seized control. Towards the end of the feast a strange figure with antlers on its head has entered the hall and several strange painted figures are jumping around the tables. A knight has been spooked by one of the figures and Tremayne has stopped him drawing his blade.
” If you strike her, you will be cut down.” Tremayne said quietly to the knight as he slid the blade back into its scabbard. Sir Marcellus backed away from the crawling figure, his hand still tight on the hilt.
“Kneel before me boy.” Tremayne turned to see the figure wearing the antler headdress looking down at him, face hidden behind a wooden mask.
Without answer the young knight dropped to one knee, his head bowed.
“This boy has the blessing of Taladorn.” The figure intoned loudly across the hushed hall. The druid placed her hand on the top of his head and recited several phrases in an ancient tongue that none of the knights present could understand.
After a while, the druid stepped back and raised her arms, “The blessings of Taladorn be on you all.” As the druids slipped from the hall, the knights retook their seats with many surreptitious glances being throw at Tremayne.
“That was most fortunate.” Lady Ava touched her son’s arm, a broad smile on her face.
"Tremayne nodded, “Unexpected, but I would agree.”
A page appeared at their side, “My Lord, my lady. Courtesy of King Adeon.” He refilled both their cups. As they looked up at the high table the King smiled down and raised his cup. They returned the toast and drained their cups.
And so we move onto the third round of the feast and draw tow more cards.
We get More Food and Difficult Questions.
We’ll take difficult questions. An unwed lady ask how she looks.
We’ll roll a flirting check. Roll 1D20(11): 6, a success. The lady remains at your side amused by your banter, +1 geniality.
Let’s check the station of the lady, we’ll give a +5 due to Tremayne getting the druidic blessing.
Roll 1D20: 2 +5 = 7. The daughter of an esquire.
Lady Ava has gone to talk with some members of House Gwynne, her father Lord Urhalt in fact. Tremayne tucks into his steaming plate of Bittern until he sensed someone hovering behind him.
“Pardon me my Lord.” He turned in his seat and was surprised to see a young, pretty (Appearance 17) woman who smiled shyly at him.
“What can I do for you…?” He asked smiling broadly at the young woman.
“Greta, my lord.” She bowed quickly.
“Will you join me?” He smiled and shifted down the bench.
With a demure smile she slid in and brushed against him as she did so.
Lady Ava hugged her cousins, kissed her father on the cheek and made her way back to Tremayne. She stopped short as she saw the young woman sitting next to her son.
“Who is this?” She asked, smiling sweetly at the young woman.
“You must be Lady Ava.” Greta stood and bowed quickly.
Ava looked past her and settled her gaze on her son, “Are you ready to leave?”
“Oh, you’re leaving already?” Greta responded sounding disappointed.
Lady Ava glanced at the young woman, “I’m sorry my dear, we have a long journey back to Laverstock.”
Greta glanced at Tremayne, a look of almost panic crossed her face, “But my lord.”
“Tremayne, we are leaving.” The noble lady turned and walked away with a swish of her skirt.
The young lord looked from his mothers back to Greta’s pleading face.
“I’m sorry Greta.” He mumbled as he hurried to catch up with Lady Ava.
With that the feast ends and we’ll take stock.
Tremayne ends up with +4 geniality and +10 glory for a total of 50 glory.
His current glory is 2,433.
After an uneventful trip back to Laverstock, Tremayne was glad to settle beside a roaring fire and take his riding boots off and begin to relax.
“Where are my children?” He asked the maid who brought his cup of wine.
The woman mumbled something and looked away.
Tremayne frowned, “Where are my children?” He asked again.
Again, the maid mumbled something unintelligible and quickly left the chamber.
Cursing, Tremayne followed her out the door and headed towards the nursery.
He heard the coughing even before he reached the door of the nursey and almost collided with a nursemaid as she came through the door.
“My lord!” The girl squeaked in surprise as the young lord loomed over her.
“Where are my children?”
“They are inside my Lord.” The nursemaid replied as she quickly stepped aside.
Tremayne rushed through the door and into the nursey, a look of concentration on the face of Tomas, his infant son, in the arms of another nursemaid, made him pause.
“Is he alright?” He demanded of the nursemaid.
The response came as a very windy, juicy noise coming from his swaddling.
Before the nursemaid could respond, the wracking cough came from the crib on the other side of the nursery. He was beside it in about two strides, Alice stared up at him, her face so pale it was almost had a blueish tinge. She coughed and wheezed desperately trying to get more oxygen into her lungs.
“Where is Gwaelod?” He demanded of the terrified nursemaids.
Neither one responded.
“Get the fucking druid” He bellowed.
Questions!
1) Have you purchased the 6e books? (Are they going to fix the typos do you think?
2) Am I better off buying the 5e PDFs on DriveThru?
3) What solo "rules" do you follow, or did you make your own?