Post by Tugark (Retired) on May 10, 2017 16:37:07 GMT
Int. Day. Town Hall, Daring Heights
Our party came together to resolve the death of Jesson, a reward was posted in town the week before, shortly after his body was returned to town by a Firbolg. Little explanation was given from the Firbolg at the time, but the body was mauled by a large, unidentified creature. The merchant prince's Secretary posted the reward and gave us all the detail he had. Daring Heights is going to meet with the tribe of Firbolgs (found in the forest to the SE) later to work out a logging agreement for the woods near town.
Int. Day. Mortuary, Daring Heights
Silvia, the undertaker invited the party into inspect the body. Nothing found extra to the report given to us.
Ext. Day. Granny's Hut, 1mi SE of Daring Heights
I had not met the witch until that day. We left Daring Heights and passed by Granny's Hut to the south-east, though not by any means did we pass close by. She seemed to move with a speed not fitting her description - for one moment she was outside her hut waving at us, and the next she was addressing us, offering her services. She noted my familiar, a small weather anomaly which has been following me since I took up a shortsword found in the ground to the west of Daring Heights. For the cost of a name, she said she could give me the name of this thing that has been following me around non-stop for the previous 2 weeks and has not reacted to any form of communication I've tried with it. Granny asked for the name of a childhood friend, which I gave - though now I can not, try as I might, recall their name! My familiar's name, in common, is Whoosh. It seems appropriate, though I wonder if I have been duped.
Ext. Day. Forest, 7mi SE of Daring Heights
Revelling in a thick fog through the forest without a clear path, the party reached a spot where the dog began to lift. Here we encountered 10 pixies, half of which picked our pockets for gold and silver, to which they were enamoured. The monk, in a moment of foolishness, skewered one of them for doing so. This scattered the others into a panic. One of the pixies Cursed him to sleep, and good body began to be wrapped by nearby roots.
Gunloda tried to trick the pixies with thaumaturgy, pixies won't believe that shiny things can be Cursed, apparently. The Paladin tried to command everyone to stop with a less than intimidating shout, to no effect. I stepped in with a fierce roar that got everyone's attention. By this time Galen has picked up the gold and silver pieces that were dropped by the pixies and we were able to move on without any more shenanigans from those pixies.
Ext. Day. Forest, 10mi from Daring Heights
While on a hill in a clearing of the forest, above the fog, we spotted a lake to the north that had a seemingly unnatural clearing of the forest around it, and a small, concentrated Grove of trees on the bank at the far side.
Ext. Day. Lakeshore, 10mi E of Daring Heights
detouring from our path to check out the lake, The trees of the forest’s edge were leaning away from the lake, as though they were distancing themselves from the water's edge. The lake itself is small, maybe 165 feet across, with a tiny creek at the top end and the strange grove on the bank of the north side.
Boars! Out of the woods, a pack of boars charged at us. Thinking quickly, Leocanto put two of them to sleep, leaving 4 boars racing towards us. I threw one of my javelins at one of the boar, though not well enough to put it down straight away. The same boar managed to charge me and knocked me off my feet! I grappled the boar, attempting to pin it down to kill it but it broke free of my hold! Gunloda stepped in and torched it with sacred flame - Wild boar back bacon for all! Once all the boars were dealt with the party noticed that there was a residual evil presence, a corruption, in the area that had affected the boars.
Needing to get back on track we have noted the area for later exploration.
Between Galen and I, we managed to strip the boars of meat, skins, and tusks for later use. We set up camp away from the lake, back on track to our destination. We each shared watch shifts, though it was an uneventful night.
Ext. Day. Firbolg Tribe, [X?]mi SE from Daring Heights
Making headway in the morning we notice that the trees start to thin as we approach an area of the forest with huge, simple clay structures. We have found a Firbolg tribe! We are approached by one of them, and introductions are made. Strange and different, these beings stand around 7 to 8 feet tall, are quite in touch with their surroundings, almost druidic in a way.
We were brought before the tribe’s matron, Hama, with whom we sit and talk for a while about the tragic nature of our intrusion. It seems she spoke to us with caution at first, before deciding share with us what she knew to be the cause of Jesson’s death. A Firbolg, Svenig, was attacked and cursed by something in the woods which turned them into a were-rat! Hama explained that they tried to restrain the were-rat but found it much simpler to exile Svenig that he might not harm anyone.
Prepared for the worst, Hama retrieved 3 crude maces. Made of tree branches and silver, fashioned into spikes. She also offered us a handful of silver pieces, given by other travellers. Svenig, we were told, could be found to the northeast of the Firbolg tribe.
We melted the silver pieces down, dipping a selection of our weapons. It was explained that silver is effective against lycanthropes. That was my first foray into smithing, if you can call it that, something I think would be fortuitous to take up in the future.
After we finished our preparations we left the Firbolgs to go after Svenig. He was found in the hollow of a very large, old tree past a stream to the north of the Tribe. We approached with caution as dusk was setting in.
Ext. Night. Old Hollow
Approaching the old hollow, our party split up - some attempted to sneak up with varying degrees of success, while I went around to flank. Svenig warned us away, but we persisted. Attempting to achieve the best outcome, we eventually talked Svenig into letting us secure him and return him to Daring Heights where someone in the Temple would be able to cure him. We took too long, and while both Galen and I attempted furiously to tie down a surrendered Svenig up he transformed into a hideous wererat! A wererat the size of a firbolg is not a gentle thing. We had no choice but to treat it harshly in kind. I took its head from its shoulders. We returned to Daring via the Firbolg tribe to give our condolences. We collected our reward, which was doubled and were done.
Our party came together to resolve the death of Jesson, a reward was posted in town the week before, shortly after his body was returned to town by a Firbolg. Little explanation was given from the Firbolg at the time, but the body was mauled by a large, unidentified creature. The merchant prince's Secretary posted the reward and gave us all the detail he had. Daring Heights is going to meet with the tribe of Firbolgs (found in the forest to the SE) later to work out a logging agreement for the woods near town.
Int. Day. Mortuary, Daring Heights
Silvia, the undertaker invited the party into inspect the body. Nothing found extra to the report given to us.
Ext. Day. Granny's Hut, 1mi SE of Daring Heights
I had not met the witch until that day. We left Daring Heights and passed by Granny's Hut to the south-east, though not by any means did we pass close by. She seemed to move with a speed not fitting her description - for one moment she was outside her hut waving at us, and the next she was addressing us, offering her services. She noted my familiar, a small weather anomaly which has been following me since I took up a shortsword found in the ground to the west of Daring Heights. For the cost of a name, she said she could give me the name of this thing that has been following me around non-stop for the previous 2 weeks and has not reacted to any form of communication I've tried with it. Granny asked for the name of a childhood friend, which I gave - though now I can not, try as I might, recall their name! My familiar's name, in common, is Whoosh. It seems appropriate, though I wonder if I have been duped.
Ext. Day. Forest, 7mi SE of Daring Heights
Revelling in a thick fog through the forest without a clear path, the party reached a spot where the dog began to lift. Here we encountered 10 pixies, half of which picked our pockets for gold and silver, to which they were enamoured. The monk, in a moment of foolishness, skewered one of them for doing so. This scattered the others into a panic. One of the pixies Cursed him to sleep, and good body began to be wrapped by nearby roots.
Gunloda tried to trick the pixies with thaumaturgy, pixies won't believe that shiny things can be Cursed, apparently. The Paladin tried to command everyone to stop with a less than intimidating shout, to no effect. I stepped in with a fierce roar that got everyone's attention. By this time Galen has picked up the gold and silver pieces that were dropped by the pixies and we were able to move on without any more shenanigans from those pixies.
Ext. Day. Forest, 10mi from Daring Heights
While on a hill in a clearing of the forest, above the fog, we spotted a lake to the north that had a seemingly unnatural clearing of the forest around it, and a small, concentrated Grove of trees on the bank at the far side.
Ext. Day. Lakeshore, 10mi E of Daring Heights
detouring from our path to check out the lake, The trees of the forest’s edge were leaning away from the lake, as though they were distancing themselves from the water's edge. The lake itself is small, maybe 165 feet across, with a tiny creek at the top end and the strange grove on the bank of the north side.
Boars! Out of the woods, a pack of boars charged at us. Thinking quickly, Leocanto put two of them to sleep, leaving 4 boars racing towards us. I threw one of my javelins at one of the boar, though not well enough to put it down straight away. The same boar managed to charge me and knocked me off my feet! I grappled the boar, attempting to pin it down to kill it but it broke free of my hold! Gunloda stepped in and torched it with sacred flame - Wild boar back bacon for all! Once all the boars were dealt with the party noticed that there was a residual evil presence, a corruption, in the area that had affected the boars.
Needing to get back on track we have noted the area for later exploration.
Between Galen and I, we managed to strip the boars of meat, skins, and tusks for later use. We set up camp away from the lake, back on track to our destination. We each shared watch shifts, though it was an uneventful night.
Ext. Day. Firbolg Tribe, [X?]mi SE from Daring Heights
Making headway in the morning we notice that the trees start to thin as we approach an area of the forest with huge, simple clay structures. We have found a Firbolg tribe! We are approached by one of them, and introductions are made. Strange and different, these beings stand around 7 to 8 feet tall, are quite in touch with their surroundings, almost druidic in a way.
We were brought before the tribe’s matron, Hama, with whom we sit and talk for a while about the tragic nature of our intrusion. It seems she spoke to us with caution at first, before deciding share with us what she knew to be the cause of Jesson’s death. A Firbolg, Svenig, was attacked and cursed by something in the woods which turned them into a were-rat! Hama explained that they tried to restrain the were-rat but found it much simpler to exile Svenig that he might not harm anyone.
Prepared for the worst, Hama retrieved 3 crude maces. Made of tree branches and silver, fashioned into spikes. She also offered us a handful of silver pieces, given by other travellers. Svenig, we were told, could be found to the northeast of the Firbolg tribe.
We melted the silver pieces down, dipping a selection of our weapons. It was explained that silver is effective against lycanthropes. That was my first foray into smithing, if you can call it that, something I think would be fortuitous to take up in the future.
After we finished our preparations we left the Firbolgs to go after Svenig. He was found in the hollow of a very large, old tree past a stream to the north of the Tribe. We approached with caution as dusk was setting in.
Ext. Night. Old Hollow
Approaching the old hollow, our party split up - some attempted to sneak up with varying degrees of success, while I went around to flank. Svenig warned us away, but we persisted. Attempting to achieve the best outcome, we eventually talked Svenig into letting us secure him and return him to Daring Heights where someone in the Temple would be able to cure him. We took too long, and while both Galen and I attempted furiously to tie down a surrendered Svenig up he transformed into a hideous wererat! A wererat the size of a firbolg is not a gentle thing. We had no choice but to treat it harshly in kind. I took its head from its shoulders. We returned to Daring via the Firbolg tribe to give our condolences. We collected our reward, which was doubled and were done.