Treasure Hunts

As you find yourself on firm ground again, the will-o-the-wisp reappears behind you. “You don’t want to crush a minority small-business-thing, do you?” it whines. “Guiding people out of here is my only means of support, and the competition will kill me. Look, why don’t you just take these three obols and never come back.”

The imposing marble columns and high steps of the courthouse separate this edifice from the wood and thatch shops that strew the City. You pace nervously throughout the hallowed halls in search of someone who can tell you the truth about the future of Islandia. Most of the lawmakers and judges are busy arguing and…

The entrance to an underground catacomb gapes before you. Somewhat nervously, you chop off a tree branch for a torch, light it, and begin your descent. As you step into the antechamber, another tremor wracks the earth. You listen with growing dread to the sounds of moving rock. Sure enough, the passage behind you is…

You arrive in the Vale and begin mingling with the locals, trying to bring up the topic of The Sorceror without insulting anyone. The responses are, to say the least, curious: A Valeman named Arthur asks you: “Am I the Sorcerer?” A Valeman named Bernard asks you: “Am I the type of triber who could…

The Inspector decides the best thing to do is interview the doctors in charge of the asylum. “They should know about these peculiar people,” the Inspector mutters. “What makes a person peculiar?” you ask. “Anyone who thinks they’re a patient is peculiar,” replies the Inspector. “And if all the patients believe that a person is…

The Scientist rapidly does some calculations and smiles ecstatically. “Tremendous! I say, thank you so much. I can see you’re a smart chap, so I’ll give you a bit of advice: that loop was about one foot off, but you should remember about five. No, I can’t say more, just remember: about five.” The learned…

You exit The Crypt with 3 drachmas and the letters O and F. Over the door out of The Crypt is carved the single word “Remember.”

“Perhaps you can help me,” you ask the bespectacled savant staring at a miniature globe with a string tied around its middle. “Will Islandia be destroyed, or are we safe here?” The Scientist thinks momentarily, then shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says, “but I’m completely wrapped up in my theoretical studies of the planet…

Thanks to your plan, the cannibal pirates select the 15 golems for roasting and quickly die of food poisoning. The scholars offer their extreme gratitude. “Learned traveler, you have our undying thanks. If only we had some wealth with which to reward you. But still, take our advice and remember what saved you—a sorcerer’s hex….