Next: 30th April 2017
Garret the elf ranger mystic shot a crow and its tangled guts told him to go to Caldera. He enters town to the tavern, taken to the Customs Office by George the red, furry creature. He was asked to find help to safeguard an important caravan route for Master Quinn. So he left.
Meanwhile somewhere in the Helion Towers, a mage frustrated by the constant barracking of a gnomling. Much too talkative, the wizard eventually devoted a powerful teleportation spell to bring some peace and quiet. And so Ryn the quick Halfling sorcerer found himself in a barren wasteland under sweltering heat - in mid-sentence.
Thus, Tol Duru and Ryn eventually arrived by dwarven caravan on the edge of the Maar, where they met up with the Ifrit, Sashaan and the human fighter, Rasheed. Sensing they were kindred spirits and unable to lose the Halfling, Ryn, the newly formed band headed back towards the Caldera.
The first night was plagued by a nasty, rusty thiefy monster. It ate Rasheed’s shield in two delicate bites. Then waited patiently for the camp to go back to sleep and stole in again. The party’s lack of good nightsight helped this iron-o-phile. It was a desperate beast that devoured any metal it could grab, risking wounds and even starting to follow everyone stealthily the next day. But it could not keep up. With a great sense of relief, the metal-clad warriors and priest rested for another night in the wilderness.
Closer to Caldera, a pride of hippogriff riders land and agree to escort the party inside once they recognise some of the travellers.
Closer to Caldera, a pride of hippogriff riders land and agree to escort the party inside once they recognise some of the travellers.
In town, everyone sleeps at the Uncle’s, so Ryn takes the opportunity for a late-night feast. At breakfast, everyone hears about the important wedding brewing. The merchant Quinn was giving the hand of his daughter in marriage to Brandt, the son of Lord Greaves.
Rumours of work at the custom house proved accurate, Snibley mentioned it while exchanging gems for replenishing a healing wand. The temple would take a while to recharge the wand, so there was plenty of time to find work.
The party managed to barter for orc ears to protect and preserve the caravan route for Quinn. Ten orcs and then everything on top would be profit. Ryn felt the deal was not so good. He would be proved right. An ambush was planned, the party to hide in a covered wagon alongside some mercenaries. As an aside, everyone met George again, he mentioned being beaten by his Mistress for forgetting something. Quinn’s wife did not sound born into wealth, rather a social climber unable to stand above her servants’ actions.
The group agreed to take on the mission, and with a day to kill, most headed off to Fran’s Fine Dining for chicken stew, a fine wine (not Lafite) bought by Rasheed to wash down the food. Each during the meal noticed a young man and woman with a cat, finely dressed, and wearing a magical earring. The boy seemed a little out of sorts, once the woman left him with several orders.
At the Caravanserai
The tousled group meet up there at dawn, some looking more fresh-faced than others. There are three Red-Q wagons, one of which has a thick whitish material covered roof and walls. A disagreeable Captain Malagant introduced himself and put the party inside that wagon, with them was Morgan and Thorgan.
Slowly the caravan headed out. Everything was quiet until it reached the high hills and thorn bushes of the true wilderness. Then the orcs attacked in large numbers, using poles to upend the leading wagon. The Captain and his guards proved next to useless in combat and so the party swept the battle. However, strangely the orcs didn’t try to kill anyone, using the flat of the blade and treating people with mercy. Suddenly the words at the Custom House and those made by the Captain began to ring false. One by one the orcs turned and fled, led by a heavily pregnant orc shaman and her large black cat.
The tousled group meet up there at dawn, some looking more fresh-faced than others. There are three Red-Q wagons, one of which has a thick whitish material covered roof and walls. A disagreeable Captain Malagant introduced himself and put the party inside that wagon, with them was Morgan and Thorgan.
Slowly the caravan headed out. Everything was quiet until it reached the high hills and thorn bushes of the true wilderness. Then the orcs attacked in large numbers, using poles to upend the leading wagon. The Captain and his guards proved next to useless in combat and so the party swept the battle. However, strangely the orcs didn’t try to kill anyone, using the flat of the blade and treating people with mercy. Suddenly the words at the Custom House and those made by the Captain began to ring false. One by one the orcs turned and fled, led by a heavily pregnant orc shaman and her large black cat.
The Captain and his obstinate henchmen could not understand that the orcs were not trying to harm anyone. To head off arguments, the party gave up discussing the matter, or listening to the orders of the Captain to chase the orcs. His plan is to bravely guard the caravan. Now the party began to actively dislike Quinn’s men and left into the briars after those orcs.
Beyond that thicket was a series of ravines and mesa columns upon which lived the orcs. Each large tent on its own column, joined to the rest by rope and wood slatted bridges. Once the orcs gathered the party did not mean harm, then the orcs allowed the party onto their village in the sky. A precarious home, almost sixty feet above the valley floor.
The Marriage
That pregnant shaman, Seganna, was due to marry Brandt Greaves and bear his child. Now the Quinns daughter had kiboshed that, and stolen her rightful dowry. Seganna could not understand why her beau had suddenly lost his love for her. These were not the words of a foolish girl, and slowly the group began to realise they had seen Brandt in the Fine Dining Hall. The ambushes were simply to get the dowry and the orcs did not want to harm anyone. Tol Duru handed over the rare fire opal instead and the axe back to Galgarth.
During a pleasant meal, Garret did a fortune-telling. He did one for Sashaan too, and produced The Tangled Briar, The Eclipse, The Desert, The Sickness, and The Betrayal. Garret’s eyes showed what a poor fate the ifrit could look forward to.
That pregnant shaman, Seganna, was due to marry Brandt Greaves and bear his child. Now the Quinns daughter had kiboshed that, and stolen her rightful dowry. Seganna could not understand why her beau had suddenly lost his love for her. These were not the words of a foolish girl, and slowly the group began to realise they had seen Brandt in the Fine Dining Hall. The ambushes were simply to get the dowry and the orcs did not want to harm anyone. Tol Duru handed over the rare fire opal instead and the axe back to Galgarth.
During a pleasant meal, Garret did a fortune-telling. He did one for Sashaan too, and produced The Tangled Briar, The Eclipse, The Desert, The Sickness, and The Betrayal. Garret’s eyes showed what a poor fate the ifrit could look forward to.
The Night Attack
Resting in the main tent of the braves, while several orcs guarded, most of the party slept. Then four hippogriffs and Quinn’s mercenaries attacked with the aid of a strange flying demon. Missile fire downed the flying riders, with one surviving the fall, but the soldiers took on the orcs and lost. Led by Galgarth and Tol Duru, the raid was ended with no one escaping the orc village. Rasheed’s archery and Ryn’s magic helped turn the tide.
Resting in the main tent of the braves, while several orcs guarded, most of the party slept. Then four hippogriffs and Quinn’s mercenaries attacked with the aid of a strange flying demon. Missile fire downed the flying riders, with one surviving the fall, but the soldiers took on the orcs and lost. Led by Galgarth and Tol Duru, the raid was ended with no one escaping the orc village. Rasheed’s archery and Ryn’s magic helped turn the tide.
All that remains is for the survivors down below to be killed and then Brandt Greaves to explain himself.
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