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Celceor The Wise; Elf Mage
(Dave M.)
Nick; Human Rogue (Dave P)
Fafnir; Human Barbarian (Jon C.)
Werkle of Dinnsmere; Dwarf Fighter (Al)
Bent Bullswaggit; Dwarf
Mage/Bard (Brook)
Tok; Half-Orc Druid (Jon P)
Ereyn Bane; Half-Elf Rogue (Mike D/NPC.)
Eggo of the Holy Brotherhood; Human Cleric (NPC)
Having killed the
gravewalkers and restoring order to the mining camp the characters were invited
to a feast in their honor by Captain Antonio. With the mines restored the
slaves were immediately thrown back to work. Celceor was unsure how he felt
about that strange twist of events but there was little he could do about it at
the time. Instead he focused his attention on scribing a new spell. He had
asked the party to give some input on if he should go with ‘Cats Grace’, a very
nice buffing spell for those dexterous types in the party, or to go with
‘Invisibility’, always a good standby spell. Nick, being overjoyed that Celceor
was actually seeking his advice, immediately lunched into a long lecture about
why invisibility was ‘the bestest spell ever!’
So, not really caring one way or the other Celceor picked up his pen and
started scribing ‘Invisibility’ into his book.
After getting half way
through his endeavor, Celceor was interrupted and informed that the festivities
were about to commence. Reluctantly putting his pen down, he headed off to the
feast. This was the typical dull shindig. The company was seated at the head
table along with Captain Antonio. The other tables contained guards and
townsfolk, and one small table was reserved for those slaves lucky enough to
win the drawings to attend. There was the typical ‘thanks for saving the world
speech”… and lots of drinking and bad jokes.
Celceor was not impressed, he only wanted to get back to the inn so that
he could finish his work. At one point, to liven things up, two slaves were
dragged out and thrown into a cage before the party and a duel to the death
commenced. The one slave seemed
strangely familiar but Celceor couldn’t put his finger on it. The crowd started
chanting ‘Two slaves enter!!…one slave’s freed!! Two slaves enter, One slave’s
freed!’. Werkle went around pressing
individual for bets, but found no takers.
No sooner had the fight started then it was over and one slave was just
a bloody mess laying face down in the center of the cage. The dead slave was
dragged off and the winner was brought before the group to accept his new
gained freedom from the Captain.
As the victor approached,
Fafnir immediately recognized him and leapt from the table and embraced his old
friend in a ‘Man Love’ kind of way. It turned out it be their old half-orc
comrade Tok. It appeared that after being sent off for slapping the children
that cold night that brought the goblins down upon the party; he was recaptured
by the Altilians and sent back to work in the mines. It was by sheer luck (or
the grace of Oghma, who knows all things), that the party just happened to run
across him again. Tok was seated at the main table with the party and given
something to eat. The party filled him in on their adventuring and strange turn
of events since their parting, and pressed that he was not to hit any more
children while in their company. (he could do as he wished with the children in
the privacy of his own home however). Celceor seeing an opportunity to rid
himself of some bad dreams, leaned over the table and asked the half-orc if ‘he
liked shiny things’ while holding out the orb. The half-orc excitingly took it,
but after trying to gnaw on it with his teeth and shaking it vigorously looking
for the answer to his ‘magic 8 ball question’ which never appeared, he handed
it back in disappointment saying ‘me want meat’
As the night drew on, Fafnir
pressed the Captain, saying that ‘he felt that the party having done such a
great job in such a short time was owed one additional slave to be freed’.
Celceor agreed and also pressed the case adding that ‘He (the Captain) was now
relieved of having to explain himself and the situation to the queen because of
the party’s good deeds’. Though the Captain simply frowned and countered saying
that he had ‘already lost one…no two (pointing to the dead heap in the corner)
slaves tonight’, , and he ‘could not afford any more loses.’ He then started
ranting on about breakage, quotas, lost downtime, and SPI and CPI numbers, at which point Celceor
realized further discussion with the man was pointless. One day though Celceor
was determined to free all the slaves before he left this curse rock. But
unfortunately, it was not to be THIS day. With that Celceor headed back to the
The next day as Celceor worked
on finishing up his spell, and most of the party was recovering from the
previous nights activities, Fafnir and
Tok hit the downtown area for a bit of shopping. Having secured the party’s
credit card Fafnir ran from store to store equipping Tok with the latest in
adventure gear, as Tok had only a dirty loin cloth to his name. Tok trudged
along behind the excited barbarian muttering…’but woods will provide all me
need!’ Fafnir, explaining that Tok needed to look presentable, draped a newly
purchased adventures outfit over the Half-orc’s bare body. Tok tugged at it,
‘Me Uncomfortable.’ Fafnir went on to
explain that since Eggo was looking mighty fine now in his new belt, there were
certain dress code standards that needed to be met .He then handed his half-orc friend some crude weapons
including a old sling, a wooden club and a handful of bullets having maxed out
the parties credit card on clothing. Strangely the Half-orc accepted the crude
items with glee, exclaiming he would be able to put those to good use.
Having finished his spell,
and seeing that their new/old comrade was now reequip, as well as the
rest of the members finally staggering out of bed, Celceor suggested
that it was best if the group get moving. After some discussion of what to do
next, the party decided to head back to the Citadel to talk to the Queen in
hopes of getting a reward or least some recognition for the previous tasks they
had completed for her. Celceor was also hopeful that she may be able to add
some more insight into the location of the Magus Archives or even Mordan. At
any rate he figured he could check the Archives and/or Mage Guild again and see
if there was something he might have missed there. The party was running out of
options.
Though on arriving at the
Citadel and informing the Gatekeeper that they wished to see the Queen, the
party were rebuked and told that the Queen summoned those she wished to see and
not vise versa. Celceor thought that was rather rude considering all that they
had just done for the women. The
Gatekeeper went on to say that the Queen was very busy as Dockhouse had just
fallen (not a good sign) but that he would pass along the information and if
the Queen wished to speak to the group, she would summon them.
Seeing that the Queen was once
again absolutely no help, Celceor decided to head back to the Archives in town
and Bent, being a likewise astute student of the fine arcane arts, accompanied
him. Though on requesting access to enter the building, the admission officer
on seeing the scruffy dwarf started into a rant that the archives were only
available to the cream of the cream of the learned men, and immediately
demanded to see mages guild certificates.
Fortunately, Celceor did in fact have one, and not only that, it
actually had his name on. But Bent was not so lucky, and when he failed to
supply said document,. he was quickly escorted to the door. ‘We must keep out
the riff raff you know’ the admission officer explained, slamming the door on
Bent and pleasantly motioning Celceor to the main viewing room.
After hours of looking, even
with the help of some of the assistants who snickered and laughed behind
Celceors back for seriously hunting for information on fairies tales, Celceor
found nothing. Not even under the folklore section. It would appear that the
Queen was indeed thorough and did in fact clear out all information on the
Mountain, the Magus Archives and Mordan. Though as Celceor was getting ready to
leave, the assistants mentioned that an old scholar by the name of Norvus was
also looking into such fairy tales years earlier and he was eventually banished
for it. Celceor knowing this already pressed the matter in hopes of finding out
additional information. The Assistants went on to say that at one point Norvus
lived in the north, or at least they thought he did. When asked where he was
now, they simply laughed, saying Norvus was just a crazy old loon, and they did
not know or cared where he was today.
With that, Celceor returned
to the party and informed them of the new information. Nick immediately took to
the streets and shook down his contacts he had made days earlier. After some
time Nick returned, holding up a piece of paper in hand, exclaiming that he had
the current address of one Chronicle Norvus. Celceor was both impressed and
overjoyed by the news, but knew he was not going to like the answer to his next
question. ‘So, just where do he have to hike off to now?’ he asked,
anticipating another grueling march somewhere back up north behind enemy lines.
With a smile Nick simply pointed to the ground, and informed the party that
‘Norvus was right here, in town, only minutes away’; well at least according to
his info.
With that good news, the
party headed out and soon arrived in the more questionable part of town. Celceor
looking around at his surroundings began to wonder if Nick had gotten reliable
information, or had just marched the party into a huge trap where a horde of
thugs were awaiting in ambush. Looking at the paper, Nick approached a small broken down shack and
knocked at the door. Within a few minutes, an old women opened, and looked quit
surprised by the large group loitering on her front porch. Though as the group began asking ‘if a Norvus
happened to live here’ and if ‘Norvus was at home’, she became increasingly
nervous and backed up into the house exclaiming ‘No Norvus here, you have the
wrong house’. Though as the party pressed closer to the door and continuing
their questions, the old women simply slammed the door shut behind her shouting
‘Go away!, ..no Norvus here!’. Celceor thought this was very odd and rude, and
was not about to let some old hag ruin the only chance that the party had of
getting off the island. Though as he was contemplating kicking the door down
and integrating the old women who obviously knew something, a small little boy
appeared out of nowhere. He was covered in dirt, held a brown sack in hand and
looked to be about the age of 10. (Making him slightly older than Nick by
Celceor’s calculations.) The child looked up at the party and asked ‘Are you
bad men?’ The party immediately responded in the negative with Celceor adding
the caveat that ‘most us are not’ eyeing Tok expecting him to back hand the
child at any moment. The boy then went on to say ‘oh, because I’m not suppose
to tell bad men where to find Norvus’. The child then looked up and asked
again, ’Are you sure your not bad men?’ The party again reassured the youth
that they were not and that they were in fact ‘the Company of the Summoned
Monkey here fighting evil!’ Gleefully the
child responded with an ‘ okay, follow me’ as he scurried off like a small jack
rabbit through a small hole in a nearby fence.
The party followed quickly
behind the kid, who jumped fences, scurried under broken crates, around old
trash dumpsters and squeezed through pipes. Growing up in the jungle Celceor
was accustomed to such activities but even then he was still falling behind.
Strangely the two large barbarians Fafnir and Tok seemed to be able to keep
pace with the kid despite their large girth, and Nick was trailing not far
behind. Though the rest of the party however was no where to be seen. Not
wanting to be outdone by the barbarians and fearing they would make terrible
spokesmen for the party if they did find Nervous, Celceor quickly cast ‘longstrider’,
one of his domain spells for travel, and was granted a burst of speed by Oghma.
After a few minutes he, along with Tok and Fafnir arrived at a small run down
house on the other side town. Seemed Nicks information was not quit right after
all. As Celceor stopped to catch his breath, Nick arrived and the child, seemly
unfazed by the decathlon that was just run, cheerfully walked up to the door of
the house and knocked gently.
An old man with long wild
white hair opened the door, smiled at the boy and flipped him a few coins as
the boy pulled a loaf of bread from his sack and handed it to the old man. The
small group slowly approached and introduced themselves, asking the old man if
‘he happened to be Norvus’ or if ‘he knew where they could find him’. The old
man gave the boy an icy stare, who only smiled back exclaiming gleefully ‘they
said they was not bad men!!’ The old man ignoring the questions, slowly walked
back in the house and closed the door exclaiming, ‘you have the wrong house’.
Though the party continued, shouting at the house saying ‘We need some help
finding the Archives!’, and ‘We are not with ‘that which shall not be named –
fight Club’!’ Celceor then added, “I was able to transcribe your book!’’.
Suddenly silence fell inside the house and with a loud ‘Great Scott!’ the door
was flung wind open with a wide eye old man standing in the door way . ‘You
must be from the mainland…come in…come in!’ he exclaimed prodding the group to
quickly enter his house. The party entered and explained that they were looking
for the Magus Archives, that they believed the curse of the Mountain existed
and wanted to find a way to end it, and finally that they had un-wittedly
unleashed the wrath of Mordan. Norvus, a
little take aback by the last statement, explained that he too was looking for
the Archives but was not able to find them. He went on to say that he found
some books in the library of
Celceor , overjoyed at having such a scholar gracing
their presence, immediately pulled the Tome ‘’Sacrifices for Dummies’ by Conjuror Vormorth’ from his pack and excitingly started deliberating the finer
points of the mystical text with the old man. Fafnir, a little apprehensive,
approached Norvus and asked if he would be kind enough to teach him how to
read. Norvus agreed, citing that everyone should be able to read all the
wondrous works which have been published. Celceor went on to point out that while
he was at it, Fafnir should also consider learning to write as well. Fafnir
just looked at Celceor in bewilderment saying ‘you can do that?’
Returning to the
In hopes of finding Beck and
Captain Purof, the party then decided to head south to the port city of
The hike to the southern city
of
Frustrated, the party headed
off to the docks to ascertain what damage the birds really were causing to the
shipping and if it were possible to still make an escape. In addition, their
two commands were suppose to see about acquiring some transport off the island
after finding the Prince, so it followed that someone at the dock may have more
information on the party’s two missing comrades.
Though upon entering the
docks the party was greeted by a familiar, ‘Ahooyyyyy mates!’ and discovered
that voice to be none other than Captain Purof busy, along with Beck and a few
dockhands, repairing damage to one of the docked ships. The two disembarked the
vessels and Fafnir rushed forward and embraced the missing Captain in a ‘Man
Love’ sort of way and the party was once again reunited.
The party informed the two of their success
with the Magistrate Noreeno and Captain Purof went on to explain that the
former ship captain had met an untimely death and that he and Beck had become
the new owners of the ship. Though the ship had taken serious damage trying to
escape port and was burnt by strange black birds diving out of the dark sky. He
went on to reassure the group that he would have it seaworthy in a matter of
weeks.
While this was all good
information and actually a required asset to get off this cursed island,
Celceor came right to the point, ’So where’s the kid?’ The Captain straightened
up and resounded in a triumphant voice, ‘We found him! He’s safe!’ The party
let out a big cheer and simultaneous
sigh of relief. Celceor could not help but doing the same, it was too good to
be true, after months of searching, their quest had finally come to an end.
They had finally found the kid! Though as the party was about to break out the
The Captain went on to
explain, amongst groans and moans from the party, that the boy was a bit
spirited, and got into a bit of a scuffle with a local fisherman. It seemed
that the fisherman was talking trash about the King, and feeling he needed to
defend his father honor the boy attacked and ended up killing the man. He went
on to say that the death was actually an accident as the man was drunk and fell
back and hit his head, but that the boy was in jail and being charge with
murder. The Magistrate planned to hang him in a few days right after finding
him guilty in a quick trial.
The party deliberated over these turns of
events and decided they had three options. Break the kid free, defend him at
his trial or pay for his freedom. Celceor thought the first two were far too
risky. A jail break would draw far too much attention and a defense could
easily be lost particularly when dealing with local prejudice. Though while
keeping the kid in jail for a bit was not a bad idea, at least he could not get
into anymore trouble and the party would know exactly where he was, that plan
had a disastrous ending. So Celceor instilled on the party that he thought
buying the boys freedom was likely the best option and that they could always
bust him out as a last resort.
The party agreed and headed
off to the local magistrate office to see what could be done. Though on
arriving and asking for an audience with the Magistrate the assistant looking
over his list, informed the party that the quickest they could see the
Magistrate would be in 30 days. ’30 days?!?’ the party blurted out in total
shock. Pulling the assistant to the
side, Nick spoke softly with the man pointing out that surely there had to be
‘Cancellations’ and ‘The party would be surely grateful ’ jiggling the coin
pouch on his side. The man paused, ‘Well, something may be arranged’, eyeing
the pouch. Nick, slowly slipped the man the pouch of 50 gold pieces and
suddenly the man piped up examining to the group, ‘Well look here, I believe I
DO have a cancellation you may have. Can you come back in 3 hours?’ The party was relieved and immediately signed
the roster. 30 days to 3 hours, not bad for a kid, Celceor thought, nodding a
well done over to Nick.
With the meeting set, Nick
suggested that it would be in the party’s interest to talk to widow and see if
they could persuade her to drop the charges and to even speak on behave of the
boy at the coming meeting. The party saw this as sound plan and immediately
headed off to talk to the widow.
On approaching the widow’s
shack, again in the run down party of town, the crying of young children could
be heard coming from the house. Tok on hearing the kids crying started
approaching the house, at which point Fafnir thinking quickly, pulled out a
large piece of meat jerky and handed to the large half-orc exclaiming, ‘stay
Tok, good boy!’. He did not want a repeat of the kid smacking incident. The Half-orc taking the meat, immediately sat
down in the road, intently enjoying his meat strip.
Overcome with compassion, and
seeking to calm the situation Bent pulled out his instrument and started to
perform an uplifting ditty. “I love you,
you love me, were as happy as can be with a great big hug and a kiss from me to
you. Won’t you say you love…me..too?’. As if by some sort of magic, the crying
stopped and all the children in the area seemly assembled at Bent’s side,
swaying in time and joining in with the bard in three apart harmony singing, ‘I love you, you love me, were a
happy family…..’
As the widow emerged from the
house seeing where the nice music was coming from the party approached saying,
‘we are sorry for you loss’, and ‘while
we can not bring back your husband we feel responsible’ and ‘its not the boys
fault, it is ours, and so is there any compensation we could give to ease the
pain?’. Nick took the women aside and in smooth voice eventually convinced the
her that if she were to drop the charges and give testimony on behave of the
boy the party would be grateful and gladly compensate her 750 gold for her
loss. She agreed. Celceor sensing that something was amidst, but not able to
put his finger on it, pressed that they give her only 50 gold now, (the last of
the party treasure) and the rest only after she talked to the magistrate. The
widow was reluctant but agreed and the group headed off to see the magistrate,
all the children in the area following behind Bent chanting, ‘We love you, you
love me…. ‘
Arriving at the magistrates
office the assistant asked why Delores, the fisherman’s widow, had come but was
admitted along with the party anyway. The widow proceeded to give her testimony
and offered to drop the charges as agreed, though the magistrate interrupted
her exclaiming that it was really a matter of the state now, as a law had been
broken, and more importantly, he was in the mode for good hanging. Fafnir on
hearing this, tried to persuade the magistrate that if they could bring another
person, one actually deserving of being hung, would he allow the boy go
free. Though the magistrate was not
swayed, and only went on to describe how he ‘enjoys seeing how the small legs
of child really dangle nicely in the air’. Celceor frustrated by the whole turn
of events began to think that maybe this was not a bad idea and as he was about
to say ‘ah hell just hang the freaking kid!’, remembered that the boy was the
only one that knew where to find the archives and reluctantly held his tongue.
Nick however pressed on, not willing to give up on the boy or the lost of 750
to the window for nothing. The magistrate finally buckled under Nicks relentless
bartering and agreed to release the boy for the sum of 700 gold. The party
agreed and after calling in the ‘Bank of Werkle’ for a small loan as well as
taking up a collection, the Magistrate was paid off. Nick wanting to keep his
word to the widow, which technically he did not have to do, also paid off the
widow the money promised her by the party which Celceor also supported.
With that, the boy was
brought out by two guards and thrown to the party. The Prince, Garret, was safe
at last. After a grueling three months (3 years and 30 sessions real time) of
pure hell, Celceor had finally found the kid he agreed to the find the first
day he set foot in Caludron those many days ago. Only Nick remained of the
original group to head out that day in search of the lost children and this one
in particular. All the other members either gave up or had fallen along the
way. This was truly a triumphant day in
Celceor’s life.
The Prince and Nick
immediately started to exchange greetings, and the Prince inquired about the
orphanage, Patch, Grammy Gretchen, and
Upon arriving back at the ship, amidst cheers from
Beck and the Captain, the party went on to explain what has happened and that
they needed the prince’s help finding the Archives. The Prince confirmed that
while he had never been to the archives he did however know how to find them.
So with that the party started to head out. The Captain and Beck regretted to
inform the party that they had work to do on their ship yet and can not leave
it. Celceor thought it likely best to continue to work the ship, so that on
their return they could make a quick escape provided of course the party could
somehow find a way to defeat Mordan and/or his fiery death birds.
Nick and the Prince shared a
horse, being the two lightest (and closest) and the party headed out toward the
southeast where the Prince said he thought the Archives were located. Figuring
that someone may recognize the Princes name, the party decided that for the
remainder of the trip they would refer to him as ‘Terrance’ and the Prince
agreed. On reaching the City of
About half a day out as the
prince was still going on about swashbuckling and trying to decide which eye to
wear his new eye patch over he turned to Nick and asked for Nick’s spy glass.
Upon getting the scope he promptly turned it backwards and started surveying
the area. Celceor thought this was humorous and let the boy go, figuring it was
more swashbuckling nonsense. Though after he did it a second time, some time
later the party stepped in and tried to explain to the boy how the device actually
worked. Though the prince continued,
explaining, ‘That’s how you find the archives….they hidden!’ So the party
allowed him to continue, figuring he knew what he was doing. Celceor however was become more and more
nervous, because the fate of the party now rested in the hands of young kid who
was looking backward through a spyglass, not the most reassuring.
Night came quickly and the
party decided to break for camp. Celceor and Fafnir took the first watch and
Celceor built a nice fire despite the objection of the Half-Orc. As the rest of
the party fell of to sleep a shimmering object appeared in the moonlight at
some distance and then quickly disappeared. Celceor, not wanting to leave the
party, sent Rune his owl out to investigate having better vision at night than
he had. Though upon reaching the area where the creature was seen, nothing
could be found by the bird. Having nothing further happen during their watch,
Celceor decided to head off to bed figuring it was likely a wolf or some such
they had seen.
Fafnir getting a bad feeling
about the whole situation decided to take an additional watch with Tok. Tok on waking up immediately kicked dirt on
the fire Celceor had made muttering ‘stupid elf’ under his breath. Shortly
after the second watch started Tok saw the same object out at a distance and
rose and started heading into the woods stating, ‘Tok go look!’. Fafnir
motioned the Half-orc, ‘No Tok, Stay here’. Tok replied ‘Okay’ and turned
around and sat back down. A few minutes later Fafnir also spotted the same
object, at which point Tok rose and started heading out, saying ‘Tok go
look!’ Fafnir, motioned the half-orc
again, ‘No Tok’. Tok replied, ‘Okay’, turned around and again sat back down.
Though while they were alert and ready for anything, nothing happened the rest
of their shift. Fafnir headed over and
as he began to wake Werkle for his shift and inform him of the strange object,
Tok started heading out to the woods saying, ‘Tok go look’. Fafnir again motioned
the Half-orc, ‘No Tok’. The half orc
replied ‘Okay’, stopped, turned and headed off to bed.
During Werkle’s watch the same object was seen
yet again. Suddenly Celceor sat up all in sweat awaken by more nightmares. When
asked by Werkle what the matter was, Celceor brushed it aside and instead
inquired if dwarf had seen the strange object he had seen earlier. When the
Dwarf assures him he had, Celceor once again sent his owl out to investigate,
but once again turned up nothing. This is like chancing specters Celceor
thought and headed back to bed.
As if on some strange
schedule the object appeared yet again on the next watch with Nick and Ego.
Nick, using his scope to get a better view, noticed some limbs on the strange
object before it disappeared but nothing more. Deciding to check it out, Nick
headed out into the woods alone to investigate but the strange creature only
appeared further out so Nick returned. The next watch with Bane and Bent the
same thing happened, the creature appeared but only for a second and the
disappeared again. In morning as the group started to wake up and discus the
strange object, Tok got up, and started to head out to the woods saying ‘Tok go
look’, and which point the whole party chipped in saying ‘NoTok, and we will
all go look’. The party then packed up camp and all headed out.
Though on getting to the
location where everyone thought they saw the creature, no sign of it or its
presence could be found. Figuring if the creature wanted a fight it would have
attacked last night, the party dismissed the beast and decided to head on, with
Celceor casting mage armor on himself. After exactly 5.1 hours, just as the
mage armor was going down, and the party was hiking along a treacherous narrow
path along the cliffs next to the ocean,
a large club came crashing down upon Tok and the prince who were
leading. Tok thinking quickly and noticing something out of the corner of his
eye was able to grab the kid and pull him out of the way as the large club
crashed into the ground right next to the two.
A large two headed creature,
an Ettin, pulled back its club and roared as it charged down at the party from
the rocks above. Celceor, quick on his feet started casting his typical summon
spell, as Fafnir doing what he did best, leapt into the air and landed on the
rocks some 15’ above, where the beast was standing. Werkle being slowed in his
armor and short leg, started the slow climb up the steep embanked toward the
beast as the Prince, Tok and Nick followed suit. Bent quickly cast Mage Armor to give himself
some better protection.
The large creature seeing
Fafnir now challenging him, let loose with a mighty blow stumbling the
barbarian in his tracks. In triumph it let out another mighty roar with both
heads, and two larger, two headed beasts appeared along the twisted path.
Things just got worse Celceor thought to himself. Seeing that Fafnir was working the first one,
Celceor sent the Celestial Hippogriff that just arrived after the second beast which
flew around the two headed creature and ripped into its shoulder with one of
its claws. Celceor immediately started casting another summon spell to try to
tie up the third creature which was now lumbering up the path behind the party.
Fafnir shaking off the blow, charged and cut deep into the first, as Tok now
reaching the top of the rise slung a bullet which missed. Bent wanting to slow
down the second creature which was quickly approaching the side of the party
cast a grease spell at it feet. But unfortunately the beast did not fall. Werkle
continued his slow climb up the embankment as Eggo cast a blessing from Pelor
upon the party. Nick seeing the Prince charging up the hill to join in the
fray, commanded his friend to hold back because he was too important, at which
point the prince started back down the steep embankment. Nick, on reaching the top, snuck behind the
first one which was now occupied with Fafnir and found a pierced his blade deep
in a vital organ in the back of the Ettin, which recoiled in pain.
This beast however, ignoring
the rogue behind him, instead concentrated on the large barbarian in front of
him and again smashed Fafnir hard with his huge club. The barbarian luckily
managed to turn most of the blow with his shield, but the battering was
beginning to take a toll. The second beast seeing the mage waving his arms
about swung his club and smacked the elf hard across the shoulder, causing him
to stumble back a few feet. Though suddenly as if on queue, a horde of
Celestial monkeys appeared. It was Mr Chips and some of his furry friends.
Seeing the situation they immediately began jumping on the third Ettin clawing
and gnawing at the creature as it moved up behind the party. Rubbing his near
broken arm, Celceor figuring the best place to be was above the battlefield,
and immediately cast fly on himself to get out of way of the incoming monster.
Norvus filling his pants to overflowing on seeing the tower beast approaching
and attempted to jump on Celceor as he floated passed but missed his change. Fafnir still reeling from the previous blow,
tried to counter attack the creature that had just laid into him, but missed
horribly. Nick, seeing the Prince start to run off down the path, got
distracted, lost his footing, and began tumbling toward the ocean some distance
below. Though luckily, after falling only ten feet or so down the cliff, Nick
was able to catch hold of a rock outcropping and keep from going all the way to
the ocean at the bottom of the cliffs. The Hippogriff now fully engaged with
the second beast laid into it with everything it had. Using a special ‘smite
evil’ attack the Hippogriff managed to hit with not only its beak both also
with both its claws, ripping large gashes into the flesh of the two headed
creature.
The two headed creature
bleeding heavily retaliated and smashed the hippogriff into a bloody pulp with
its large club. Though the Celestial bird, not ready to give in so soon,
continued the fight on despite its many broken bones. Tok, on seeing his friend Fafnir in trouble,
readied his club and charged headlong into the two head beast. But before he
can get close enough to attack he was smacked hard in the side of the head with
the beasts flailing club. Having knocked the half-orc aside, it turned back to
Fafnir, hoping to bring the blooded Barbarian to his end, but fortunately for
Fafnir, it missed. The third creature,
however, just ignored the hordes of monkey now swarming and clinging about its
body and charged right into Eggo. The priest wearing only a robe made an easy
mark and smacked hard. The party looked on in disbelief wondering what the
silly priest had done with his nice armor and shield, and why in Palors name he
was running around in only a robe. Nick, quickly regaining his hold on the
cliff and seeing the Prince start fleeing, climbed back up to the path and
headed off after him. Bent on seeing the priest in trouble charged the third
creature but having a bad day missed horribly.
Werkle, having finally arrived on the scene, reeled back and smacked the
beast hard with his axe, chopping its leg to the bone. Celceor seeing the beast
was faltering loped a few magic missiles into the creature, bringing it down.
Bent attacked again, but
again failed miserably, as Eggo backed up behind the bard and healed himself.
The hippogriff again unleashed a furry of beak and claws attacks into the
creature ripping huge chucks out of the two headed beast and finally bringing
it to its knees. With that the hippogriff started flying toward the remaining
creature attacking the bard, but having many broken bones it immediately spun
out of control and ended up flopping onto the ground right next to towering
creature which promptly buried the Hippogriffs head into the ground with its
massive weapon. Seeing his chance, Fafnir being on the rocks some height above the
remaining creature jumped out into the air attempting to impale his blade into
the creatures head, or at least, one of the creatures head. Though on seeing
the barbarian coming, the creature managed to divert Fafnir’s attack at the
last moment, and Fafnir ending up landing on its shoulder doing little damage.
Celceor seeing the prince had
now fled off down the path with Nick in pursuit was about to give chase
figuring he could move faster than the kid, when all of a sudden he hard a
loud., ‘AGGHHH!!’. Turning about, he saw the large Barbarian being flung like a
rag doll through the air and over the side of the cliff. Figuring that he may
not be able to reach the barbarian in time and not wanting to take the chance
of actually trying to ‘Catch’ the flying behemoth in mid air, Celceor instead
decided to cast a feather fall on Fafnir slowing his decent to that of a
feather. The ‘Feather fall’ spell was now a main stay in Celceor arsenal. After
seeking the spell for it for some time and eventually getting it from Bent , he
doesn’t go anywhere with out it now due to his fear of deep pits and chasms.
Werkle having caught up with
the last creature, charged into it and impaling his axe deep into the belly of
the beast brought it down with a loud thud. Celceor seeing the battle was now
over, flew down to where Fafnir had landed and flew him back to the party.
The party regrouped and Bane
who was strangely absent was found to have been relieving himself behind a rock
and missed the whole encounter. The area was then searched and the party found
the creatures’ lair but failed to turn up anything of value.
The session ended there.
XP:
Combat XP: 175
Story XP: 7,000
RP XP: Case by case
Bonus Awards: Case by case
Celceor The Wise; Elf Mage (Dave M.) XP Start: 19,991xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 50xp
Bonus: 50xp Quick thinking to
safe Fafnir's life
XP for Session: 1,125xp
XP Total: 21,116xp
Nick; Human rogue (Dave P.) XP Start: 15,923xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 200xp
Bonus: 100xp Negotiation for Prince's
release
XP for Session: 1,325xp
Total: 17,248
Fafnir; Human Barbarian (Jon C) XP Start: 13,984xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 200xp
Bonus: 50xp Tok no!
For Session: 1,275xp
Total: 15,259xp
Werkle of Dinnsmere; Dwarf Fighter (Al) XP Start: 15,445xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 50xp
For Session: 1,075xp
Total: 16,520xp
Eggo of the Holy Brotherhood; Human Cleric (NPC) XP Start: 13,208xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
For Session: 1,025xp
Total: 14,233xp
Ereyn Bane; Human Rogue (Mike D.) XP Start: 13,892xp
Story: 1000xp
For Session: 1000xp
Total: 14,892xp
Bent, Dwarf Wizard/Bard XP Start: 9,780xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 50xp
Bonus: 25xp – forgot what
this was, but I remembering giving him a chip for something said that helped
out
For Session: 1,100xp
Total: 10,880xp
Tok: Half-Orc Druid (Jon P)
XP Start: 6,515xp
Combat: 25xp
Story: 1000xp
RP: 100xp
Bonus: 50xp Tok yes?
Tok no….
For Session: 1,175xp
Total: 7,690xp