Game summary for June 9, 2026, Chronoshift: Spelljammer campaign, Pathfinder Roleplaying Game 1st Edition, for Phoenix Gaming Club. Session included: Callum Spellhardt (Human Sorcerer played by Parker Harmon), Hekera Nephera Mawhesk Vyk’sebekenka (Sebek-ka Fighter played by Preston Harmon), Helg Ingvar (Aasimar Cleric played by Chris Harmon), Polaris Helmsmeade (Dwarf Templar played by Peyton Harmon), Snagyndar Blackthorn (Huldran War Master played by Casey Scruggs), Ursay (Mongrelfolk Slayer played by Paul Potter), and Vulkanthos (Nephilim Paladin/Sorcerer/Dragon Disciple/Eldritch Knight played by John Osborne). Game Master for this session was Charles Plemons.
The team debated possible destinations and settled on Kristophan first. They sailed into port and sent Vinnie on a mission to sell their cargo and the two towed vessels. The group met with a contact of Snagy’s, Rhedda Boltmark, an arms dealer and fence. They sold some items and asked her to find some gear for them. She was also able to steer them to the Tenderloin Lodge to meet with a minotaur named Vesk who works for Brangus Far-Reach Mercantile.
Once at the lodge, Ursay and Polaris went out carousing while the rest of the team chatted with a curious young woman named Pella. She was their first interaction with a kender! Soon, Vesk Orrun arrived, and the team ate and drank with him. Snagy even shared a spirited dance while the bard played the flute! He agreed to try and arrange a meeting with Rathun Brangus and told them to meet him back at the Lodge the next night. He also told them about the Athenaeum of Sargas, a repository of knowledge and learning about numerous topics the minotaurs can exploit and weaponize. Perhaps there is something about their tablet there.
In the middle of the night, Ursay returned from his carouse little worse for wear and with his coin purse intact. Polaris returned much later. He had experienced a much more interesting evening.
After a night of boasting that “a proper dwarf can tell true stone from ornamental rubbish by smell alone,” Polaris discovered a squat stone marker outside a dockside drinking hall. A few locals had been complaining about “the beast at the Breakwater” that had been “eating cargo,” which Polaris interpreted as some sort of burrowing monster undermining the street.
In truth, “the beast” was dockworker slang for a badly placed freight route marker that regularly caused wagons to bottleneck, tip, or scrape cargo against a tight corner.
Polaris, righteous, drunk, and absolutely certain this was a public menace, tested the “beast” with dwarven seriousness. By morning, the loadstone marker lay in three heavy chunks, the road edge was cracked, and every cargo crew using the Third Harbor spur was arguing about which way to go.
By dawn, rumors spread that the “Third Harbor Beast” was finally slain by a mysterious stone-smasher. Dockhands are leave little cups of cheap ale beside the rubble as offerings to the unknown hero. Unfortunately, three wrong turns later, a spice wagon blocked the Breakwater and the harbor master offered a modest reward for information about whoever “heroically vandalized a public navigation marker.” The rumor is out the smasher is a dwarf, but so far, Polaris’ identity is safe.
