From 3735fe642eee6c0be7ec03cebb47f222ee6a29a1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Andrew Cohn Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2025 12:55:42 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] vault backup: 2025-12-04 12:55:42 --- .obsidian/workspace.json | 17 +++++++++++------ Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md | 35 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 2 files changed, 45 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) diff --git a/.obsidian/workspace.json b/.obsidian/workspace.json index 1a9308b..46eae65 100644 --- a/.obsidian/workspace.json +++ b/.obsidian/workspace.json @@ -11,10 +11,14 @@ "id": "6e169ae6a9aed54f", "type": "leaf", "state": { - "type": "graph", - "state": {}, - "icon": "lucide-git-fork", - "title": "Graph view" + "type": "markdown", + "state": { + "file": "Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md", + "mode": "source", + "source": true + }, + "icon": "lucide-file", + "title": "Session 3" } } ] @@ -150,12 +154,13 @@ "state": { "type": "outline", "state": { + "file": "Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md", "followCursor": false, "showSearch": false, "searchQuery": "" }, "icon": "lucide-list", - "title": "Outline" + "title": "Outline of Session 3" } }, { @@ -188,7 +193,7 @@ "table-editor-obsidian:Advanced Tables Toolbar": false } }, - "active": "f009896958144529", + "active": "6e169ae6a9aed54f", "lastOpenFiles": [ "Avalon/02_Sessions/session 6.md", "Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md", diff --git a/Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md b/Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md index c778c15..4e1f3b9 100644 --- a/Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md +++ b/Strahd/Sessions/Session 3.md @@ -21,10 +21,43 @@ next: "[[session_4]]" # Broken Riders 10-15 minutes. +## The Horse >[!quote] Narration >The fog has been thick for hours, muffling even your own footsteps. When the wind shifts, a new smell rolls through it — hot iron and rot, fresh enough to sting. >A shape stumbles out of the mist ahead of you. >Or… what’s left of one. >Its flank is torn open, ribs glittering slick and white beneath shredded muscle. Its left eye hangs loose by a thread of sinew. Steam rises from its wounds in slow, choking billows. >The animal takes two trembling steps toward you, lifts its head as if asking for help, -> and collapses sideways with a _wet, cracking thud_, its legs folding like snapped reeds. \ No newline at end of file +> and collapses sideways with a _wet, cracking thud_, its legs folding like snapped reeds. + +Ask them what they do. If they stall, prompt: +1. Do you approach? +2. Keep your distance? +3. Check the tracks? +4. Call out? + +If they choose to poke around, nothing moves or attacks. Just a horse bleeding into the mud. The forest holds its breath. + +## The Rider +>[!quote] Narration +> The fog behind the fallen horse shifts again. +> You hear armor clattering. Not marching — stumbling. +> A second horse steps forward, led not by reins, but by momentum alone. Its rider sits slumped in the saddle, head lolling at an angle that a human neck should not allow. +> The rider’s helmet has been crushed inward. Bone pushes through broken metal like chalk through tin. +> The horse takes one more step. +> The rider slides sideways off its back. +> He hits the ground spine-first. +> **CRACK** +> The sound echoes. Too loud. Too close. +> The man’s body folds wrong in the middle, legs twitching independently of the torso, nerves firing their last confused signals. + +If they examine the body: + - The spine is shattered in 3 places + - Shoulders dislocated. + - Lower jaw broken, and hanging by a hinge of skin. + - He did screaming, in pain, and recently. +He is holding: + - Something wrapped in a blood-stained scrap of parchment. + - A wooden toy figure painted with a smile. + - Burned into the back- "Is No Fun, Is No Blinsky" +## The Thing in The Mist \ No newline at end of file