Welcome to the City of Venazia – a shining jewel on the shore of the Great Western Sea.
All visitors note civic by-law 1/a: Arms, weapons and harness of war are expressly forbidden in public spaces. This includes body armour, shields, polearms, bows and crossbows. Gentlemanly sidearms may be worn for self protection.
The party paused just outside the door of their lodging house.
“What’s up with you, Gunnar? You’re scowling.”
“He’s still upset that his axe wasn’t allowed to count as a ‘gentlemanly sidearm’!” laughed Christos.
“Yes, but they let you keep your mace! And your even your shield, how did that happen?”
“They are symbols of my rank in my order. They are classed as religious regalia and under by-law 21/b are exempt from the by-law concerning 'weapons of war'!”
“So that’s fixed then – meet back at the tavern at eight bells. That will give us all time to do what we need to.”
“Seven Bells,” said Gunnar.
Eddie sucked his teeth. “I need more time than that. Transcribing the new spell has to be done at a certain pace, with special rituals.”
Sir Robin looked at Gunnar. “Why so soon?”
Gunnar narrowed his eyes. “Because… ale is a cultural enemy?”
Robin laughed. “I am sure you can fight the good fight alone until we are able to arrive to give support!”
“Aye laddie, it will be a hard battle, but I’m sure I will cope.”
As the party started to disperse to their various tasks Eldarondo called “Don’t fall in any canals. And don’t cause any trouble.”
Sintamo looked at the Elf. “Christos, Robin, Eddie? Maybe the second sentence first would have been better.”
The canal streets of Venazia
Reach the tavern in the centre of the board. Game ends when all PCs are in there, or arrested.
Each member enters randomly, on their own. This is done as per ‘Wandering monster’ arrival. Gunnar is already in the Tavern. He won’t leave unless another PC spends an action explaining what’s happening.
This is a respectable town. The PC’s are not wearing armour, or carrying shields, and do not have bows etc. They carry just one weapon (plus knife) so Eddie has his staff, not the sword.
5 randomly placed hitmen (Barbarian assassins) out to get the party.
A Brigand leaps out of nearest cover.
1-2 1d6 Desert Barbarians
3-4 1d6 Brigands
1-2 1d6 Desert Barbarians
3-4 1d6 Brigands
5 Lunatic – Religious zealot high of substances
6 Assassin (unless 5 are already in play, in which case = Zealot)
Scenario Special Event:
1d6 City Guard (Armoured Militia) appear 12” away (in a random direction) from the PC who draws the card. If any fighting occurs within 8” they will rush and subdue all taking part. Damage is non lethal – so track lethal and total separately. Any PC or NPC reduced to 0HP is arrested. (We will assume that PCs are going for non-lethal blows etc, unless you really want to kill the good-guys). PC may give up at any time – they are arrested, and removed from the board (no criminal is stupid enough to try and kill a PC under escort). Arrested PCs get no XP, and are fined 22 sp, + 11 sp* per HP inflicted on a Guard.
Things could get worse.
The PC has become disorientated among all the bridges and islands, and are not where they think they are. They move 3d6 in a random direction, but not closer to the tavern – move them towards closest base edge until same distance is maintained.
No more actions or cards this PC turn- their go ends immediately.
*11sp = 1 local ‘weight’. The City State of Venazia uses a base 11 system for money and time, on the reasoning you don’t need the next digit along until you have run out of fingers. Thus mid-day is 11 local hours from midnight. These are subdivided into 11 ‘moments’. Merchants have learnt the hard way there is more than one reason why Venazian traders have a reputation for being successful. Also an 11th hour rescue in the City really is cutting it fine.
The second attempt gets the soaked knight back onto dry land.
"Robin, why are your shoes squeaking?"
Robin, stomped on ahead, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him.
"He's fallen in the water." Sintamo whispered, with a grin.
"But how?" the elf asked, smiling widely and pointing at a nearby canal. "They're big enough."
The ranger just shrugged his shoulders.
Unfortunately a horde of desert barbarians were also in reach of Eddie and charged in. With his eyes closed and failing around wildly, the wizard managed to tack down 4 of the 5 attackers, but took a second wound in return. seeing the fight ahead of him Christos rushed forward to Eddie's aid.
Christos grabbed Eddie's inert form and slung him over his shoulder, then set off towards the tavern.
"Is it coz I'm an elf?"
"Don't get many of your sort around here, sir!"
" A long way from the great greenwoods, aren't we!"
"Oi stop! We want a word with you!"
Gunnar is also arrested, swept up with a whole bunch of tavern patrons arrested for the brawl in the plazza.
Sensibly, Robin, Sintamo and Eldarondo keep well out of the way. They will attend court in the morning to bail their comrades out and pay any fines.