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Golden Ticket
To add in a bit of fun for all our collectors, we are randomly inserting 16 special Golden Ticket tokens into the group of first-run 2008 tokens (which should sell out by June). Presenting one of these Golden Ticket tokens at the entrance to the True Dungeon Tavern at 9:00am on Thursday morning at Gen Con 2008 will get you into a special VIP run of True Dungeon. Note only will you be the first to play TD in 2008, but your adventure will feature extra treasure pulls, an exclusive extra room/puzzle, a few surprises, and admission to an exclusive post-adventure reception inside the closed Tavern.
This Golden Ticket program should be a lot of fun for collectors – as any token pack could hold an extra-special token for a lucky gamer (or Charlie!).
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Below are some of the cool Ultra Rare tokens available this year!
Notes
Below is the FOURTH chapter of the Intro story to this year’s event. This is a series of many chapters that will give you a bit of background on this year’s adventure. Watch for a chapter every two weeks. Much thanks to Dennis Baird (Widseth) for penning this treat. You can check out his “novel” work HERE.
We have some sample rooms set up now in the warehouse, and they look very cool. I can’t wait to introduce caverns into True Dungeon. Also, work on the NPC monsters is going very well – and they should be a big hit this year.
See you in August!
Jeff Martin
Director
True Dungeon
Chapter Four – “Hope For the Lost”
I had never seen anything like it. Lord Ge’org’s band of warriors melded into the forest like phantoms. After about an hour we entered a small winding track between to hills. Two of the men climbed into trees. I could see small hunter stands camouflaged in the branches where they could keep lookout. After a couple of twists and turns a woodland campground appeared. In a practiced manner the party scattered and checked the area. Finding everything secure, they returned and began preparing a cold meal.
The evening air chilled the bone, and I shivered, sitting with the others in a circle on stumps and logs, as I chewed on a hard biscuit. I wanted to ask about my grandfather, but these men and women in battle dress gave me reason to pause. They did not seem the type to tolerate questions. No one paid much attention to me as they spoke about the war until someone mentioned Nightshade.
“What about Nightshade?” I asked.
Everyone fell silent. The woman named Lyndar spoke first.
“I’m not sure you want to hear this, but the tale is known in Greyhawk so it probably won’t hurt you to know.”
I wanted to say something, but I bit my tongue.
“First,” she said, “we’ve probably been lax. How do we know you’re who you say you are? The enemy sets clever traps these days.”
“I don’t know how to convince you. I’m just a farm boy—not highbred folk like you. My Grandfather left a little six months ago with companions named Gearon and Nightshade. I knew nothing of them before they knocked on our door.”
“So you’ve said,” she answered.
“The time line is right, Lyndar. I think we can trust him,” Lord Ev’n said.
The light dimmed around our circle until a man, Breon of Syming Town, snapped his fingers, and a glow erupted from top of his staff. He planted it in the middle of our circle. There was no warmth, just a cold pinkish glow. I’d heard about magic. Grandfather had even showed me a couple of things. I remembered the scrolls and potions I had taken from his chest. Maybe they contained magic.
I pulled one of the scrolls from my backpack.
“My Grandfather taught me to use some of these scrolls. Maybe if I use it, it will prove to you he gave them to me,” I said.
“Put it away. I see Widseth’s mark on it. Either you stole it from him, or he gave it to you. I suppose he gave it to you,” she said. “You don’t have a clue what it is, do you?”
“Well I just the scrolls my Grandfather left for me. I didn’t look at them very closely.”
Lyndar laughed.
“Well, it would be useful if you wanted to turn that stone over there into a lump of quivering flesh.”
I slipped the scroll back into the pack. I knew my face must be beet red. The evening darkness had my gratitude.
“About Nightshade?” I asked.
“Lord Ge’org? With your permission,” she asked.
“Tell the boy what he thinks he needs to know.” Lord Ge’org stood and walked away from the light toward the mouth of the hidden valley.
“Never mind him. Tell the tale,” one of the men said.
Lyndar licked her lips and rubbed her hands together.
“As you surmised, Gearon, Widseth, and Nightshade arrived in Greyhawk about a month ago. Many years ago, before your birth they had been companions. To most of the common folk of Greyhawk their names had slipped into the realm of memories. But there they were—heroes of bygone decades, striding through the gates. I think everyone knew then that the rumors about the war were true.”
I sat cross-legged on a stump, and pulled my cloak tighter, hungering for news from her tale.
“Of course they approached
the Greyhawk Council of Lords the first morning they arrived. Only a few
wanted to believe the tales that came to the council. Most wanted to continue
to ignore the warning signs,” Lyndar paused and considered her words.
”Many felt suspicious of Gearon because most of the Lords and Ladies of
Greyhawk knew that Gearon’s wife and daughter had been slain years before by
the evil minions of Iuz. His only son, Grimwood, had already enrolled in
clerical training and was not in the village during the attack. After his wife
and daughter’s deaths Gearon turned to the study of religion and united himself
with the Order of Shadows, withdrawing from the normal course of society. Many
on the Council felt his tales were influenced by his hatred of the minions of
Iuz,”
I noticed that all of the others nodded as if to give ascent to Lyndar’s words.
“In that battle Gearon had saved his village, but at great cost. It is said that he pried the great mace he carries from the hand of a hill giant shaman, and it bestows great power especially against the undead. The mace was not of giant make, and no one knows the hand that forged it, but I’ve seen Gearon wield it, and whoever forged it, made it for Gearon’s hand. I’ve been in his company. He is a dark and lonely man. His only joy is his friendship with Nightshade and Widseth. Nightshade is like a daughter to him, and Widseth has guarded his back more than once. He seldom visits his son, Grimwood, who is of a clerical order in the West. Grimwood himself is a mysterious man who haunts the forestland and avoids the settled areas.”
Lyndar paused and took a sip of water from her water flask. She brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and continued.
“Nightshade’s word is not trusted by the Council, even though she is classed as a Lady of Greyhawk. On the surface she runs a respectable trading business, but none can deny she is a master of shadows, and her ears are everywhere present in the city. She knows when the newest child is born and when the latest goods enter a merchant’s store. She often disappears for months or years. Until she entered the city with Gearon and Widseth, no one admitted seeing her for over three years. Respectable folk are slow to trust a woman given to so much secrecy.”
“What is the message they brought to the Council?” I asked.
Lyndar and the others laughed.
“You are a direct young man. Lord Ev’n was there. He can share their message.”