"…Finally, at dawn, after meager rest, we forced march to
relative safety. By dusk, our party stumbled wearily into the Wayfarer's
Inn. There, the Loremaster's sweet songs and Matilda's hearty meal
lulled us into dreams of the White and Blue Dragons until morning came
and found us once again on our way."
-from the travel journal of Oban, Elven Ranger/Thief [Michael Henry's character]
At the end of Session #2, the character had a reprieve at the Wayfarer's Inn, where they're served cheerfully by the proprietor's wife, Matilda. The wine was still not to Parcifal's liking, but the ale there is good, as is all the ale from the nearby village of Arrowmouth.
A restful night and a bright, clear morn made for a good day's travel that next day. The temperature was still hovering around the freezing point, so it had been mild weather-wise so far.
Around mid-day,
from the sides along the boggy sides of the ever deteriorating road, two
greyish-white giant toads attacked the party; one giving out a croak
and a blast of cold air that froze Airyka' the Sword Sister's arm.
Parcifal tried to parley with it, but to no avail.After the PCs
recovered from the ambush, that creature was wounded slightly, then
jumped and plopped unceremoniously in front of the party. Kelvin, the
resident mage, put the grotesque creature to sleep.The other toad thing
rose and Smyrynel took a non-combative attitude towards it - the
creature proceeded to try to blast cold at her, but missed. Brandished
her blade at the one attacking her, the female paladin told it to
desist. After blinking it's eyes, it leapt off and did as Smyrynel had
instructed. Leaving sleeping toads lie and force marching onward, the
PCs reached the Warden outpost just before dusk.
Gildiril, the Warden Master, came and greeted the recruits outside of the gates to the fort. Once inside, the PCs were given quarters and all but Smyrynel shared a meal and later some Pixie wine, with their fellow wardens, becoming inebriated. The solitary female elf, Smyrynel. keep a vigil outside. Reaching out for the guidance of the blue moon, she was "told" that a missing warden elf was still alive. She had gone missing some weeks ago and though lost forever.
After a few weeks of training in special skills chosen by each of the adventurers, they were chosen to remain as a group to become a Wayfaring patrol to be sent out into the nearby wilderness. However, the night before their departure, the goblinoids that make infrequent raids upon the fort, probing the outpost for weakness, had returned in numbers. Setting fire to the wooden palisade and hurling spears and arrows at the defenders, things looked grim. The PCs slayed around a dozen of the foul creatures, but a couple of them took hits from the spears and poisoned arrows. Oban, the ranger/thief took out a few with well-placed arrows, but had to be healed from the poison of those that were returned at him. Smyrynel's bowstring broke during the exchange of missiles and Kelvin tossed flash bombs at the goblins, burning several to death. Parcifal helped put out the fires, his cloak becoming burned in the process. Finally, the loss of so many of the raiders forced the goblinoids to retreat back into the night. The outpost had a breach in it;s timbers, but all inside were now safe - there were no casualties among the defenders.
At the dawn, New Year's Day of 10,000 SRC
(Sylvaeon Revised Calendar) the PCs set off into the wlderness, provisioned and with their
mandate… so their true duty as Wardens of Sylvaeon
begins...
-from the travel journal of Oban, Elven Ranger/Thief [Michael Henry's character]
At the end of Session #2, the character had a reprieve at the Wayfarer's Inn, where they're served cheerfully by the proprietor's wife, Matilda. The wine was still not to Parcifal's liking, but the ale there is good, as is all the ale from the nearby village of Arrowmouth.
A restful night and a bright, clear morn made for a good day's travel that next day. The temperature was still hovering around the freezing point, so it had been mild weather-wise so far.
Gildiril, the Warden Master, came and greeted the recruits outside of the gates to the fort. Once inside, the PCs were given quarters and all but Smyrynel shared a meal and later some Pixie wine, with their fellow wardens, becoming inebriated. The solitary female elf, Smyrynel. keep a vigil outside. Reaching out for the guidance of the blue moon, she was "told" that a missing warden elf was still alive. She had gone missing some weeks ago and though lost forever.
After a few weeks of training in special skills chosen by each of the adventurers, they were chosen to remain as a group to become a Wayfaring patrol to be sent out into the nearby wilderness. However, the night before their departure, the goblinoids that make infrequent raids upon the fort, probing the outpost for weakness, had returned in numbers. Setting fire to the wooden palisade and hurling spears and arrows at the defenders, things looked grim. The PCs slayed around a dozen of the foul creatures, but a couple of them took hits from the spears and poisoned arrows. Oban, the ranger/thief took out a few with well-placed arrows, but had to be healed from the poison of those that were returned at him. Smyrynel's bowstring broke during the exchange of missiles and Kelvin tossed flash bombs at the goblins, burning several to death. Parcifal helped put out the fires, his cloak becoming burned in the process. Finally, the loss of so many of the raiders forced the goblinoids to retreat back into the night. The outpost had a breach in it;s timbers, but all inside were now safe - there were no casualties among the defenders.
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