The Lost Vineyard: Epilogue

At a monastery, a monk uncapped a scroll case. It was a letter, from...brother Aedric? The monk chuckled to himself. They'd sent the annoyingly pious twerp on a wild goose chase. He wasn't cut out for the political machinations of ruling an agricultural mafia, but he'd found a way to make himself useful after all. Brother Domini squinted at the end of the letter.  

I think I have found my true calling in adventuring. I shall remain at the vineyard to receive any workers the Abbot wishes to send, but do not wait for me to return to the monastery. I will travel the world with my new friends, fighting evil and spreading the good word of the Goddess.

That was less than optimal, but no matter. Another foothold in the Hot Lands was welcome, as was the chance to make more of Wanax's wine. They'd keep it a secret at first, pretending Aedric and some other clerics had merely recovered well preserved vintages. Then once they were sure the local Liberator cultists posed no threat to their operation, they'd start selling the wine for real. Ah, Claudio, he thought to himself, you've outdone yourself now. That really is a clever idea. This is sure to cheer up the Abbot.

The Lost Vineyard: Session Four

 

 

Aedric, Josian, and Vraifigi awoke to find a note from Gwimbly telling them he had left to go join a halfling guerilla group. As they discussed their plans for the day, they heard the sound of galloping hooves. Amalia Benedek rode into their camp and tumbled off her horse, who immediately collapsed. She started cursing and kicking it. Josian made a movement to save the horse with the healing power of Mercy, but Aedric pulled her aside. The horse required more divine intervention than the two of them combined could muster and it would be best to stay out of the way of the new heavily armed and armored arrival. Amalia explained that she'd been fighting in the crusades in the Sanctuaries until she and her horse were blown off course by a djinn whirlwind. Completely unaware of her sister's demise, she joined the party to sate her bloodlust. After all, there was a dragon wyvern to kill!

Revamping the Rituals in Presence

My favorite Delta Green rules for psychic powers are probably the ones that mellonbread wrote for ESPER, an Australian anti-mythos agency born from an easily missed paragraph in Delta Green: Countdown's PISCES chapter.

The Lost Vineyard: Session Three

Josian stumbled back into the Megaron's cellar to find Aedric had woken up. He wasn't surprised to see a new face, other people had to have heard the rumors of this place, and surely some of them had to be insane enough to go investigate. Both of them were surprised when Vraifigi popped out from behind one of the Megaron's cyclopean stone walls.