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<blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 8702901" data-attributes="member: 508"><p><strong>ADVENTURE 5: GHEE IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME</strong></p><p></p><p>PC Roster:</p><p style="margin-left: 20px">Ageratum Purslane, halfling rogue 2</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Alistair Mandelberen Pastlethwaite, human sorcerer 2</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Chaevaris Noarunal, elf archer 2</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Harlan Starblade, half-elf paladin 2</p><p></p><p>Game Session Date: 20 July 2022</p><p></p><p> - - -</p><p></p><p>As the group of five walked down the hill - Marjorie having had her hands unbound but a gag inserted in her mouth and then covered with a veil, after Chaevaris had noted about half of the village women wore veils and this would help prevent their captive from casting any spells - the larger assembly broke up, with the three children being escorted away by the pair of Lord Jasgund Singh's men. By the time the quintet made it to the building (gathering a few odd looks their way from the villagers they passed, for they definitely stood out among this crowd), the fathers of the three chosen children and the others who had brought their own kids hoping they would be chosen to serve their great Lord had all gone their separate ways.</p><p></p><p>Having been told the way to go by a series of arrows as viewed through the <em>Blood Mirror</em>, Harlan led the group to a door in the back of the building from which the two Lord's men had given their spiel. The door led to a kitchen, inside of which one harried cook was bending over some pot of a spicy dish, his back turned. Harlan walked across the kitchen and out a different door, walking as if he belonged here. The others followed suit, Chaevaris keeping a hand upon Marjorie's arm in case she got any ideas. Then they exited through the other door, which led them to a clearing - some sort of alley between the buildings, perhaps? To the others there was nothing special about the place, but glancing once again through the large ruby Harlan could see a shimmering door just ahead, likely the temporary <em>planar gate</em> that would lead them back home.</p><p></p><p>"This way," he told the others, stepping forward to the doorway. The others followed his lead, and one by one they each passed through the gate and into another clearing - but this one was quite obviously in a grassy plains surrounded by forest, with trees more in line with the ones to which the heroes were accustomed: elms, firs, and oaks instead of palm trees like those on the other side of the gate. As Alistair was the last one to pass through the magical doorway, he was the one who heard a surprised, "Wait! Where are you going?" from behind him in the odd accent of the dusky-skinned people in the village they had left behind. But then, looking back the way he had come, the sorcerer saw nothing but forest lands all around him - the doorway had apparently closed behind him. "I say!" Alistair exclaimed. The life of an adventurer was a strange one indeed!</p><p></p><p>"Any idea where we might be?" Harlan asked the others. Chaevaris and Ageratum admitted the area looked familiar. "I think we're west of Welkwood," the elf explained, and the halfling said it reminded her of the area around the town of Enstad. The archer opined they were likely somewhere just north of the Lortmil Mountains, which put them southeast of Ghourmand Vale - several days out, likely, perhaps a week or more.</p><p></p><p>"Then I think we will no longer need you gagged," Harlan said, removing the veil and gag from Marjorie.</p><p></p><p>"What are we going to do with her?" Ageratum asked. "We gonna keep her prisoner the whole way back? If we do, we'll need to keep an eye on her around the clock, to make sure she doesn't try <em>charming</em> one of us" - and here she looked over at Alistair, Marjorie's likeliest target - "into turning over all of our goods, to include the <em>Blood Mirror</em>, just like she did to Brother Scarborough."</p><p></p><p>"I fail to see how we have any other choice," Alistair said. He knew the little halfling could be tough, but he certainly hoped she wasn't suggesting they kill the treacherous woman or anything. That wasn't the least bit sporting, and besides he was fairly sure Harlan Starblade wouldn't let them do it.</p><p></p><p>"This is where we go our separate ways," the paladin explained to Marjorie.</p><p></p><p>"Fine by me. Just give me back my stuff!"</p><p></p><p>"That is my intention," Harlan said, taking the cloth sash they'd taken from her and tying one end tightly around her right wrist.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, what gives?"</p><p></p><p>"Please, be seated." When Marjorie seemed disinclined to obey the paladin of Pelor, Ageratum helped her along by kicking the back of her left knee. Marjorie crumpled to the ground, her back against a tree. Harlan wound the sash around the tree trunk and the spellcaster's waist, then securely tied the other end to her left wrist, such that her arms were behind her, wrapped around the trunk. "This will keep you from following us right away," Harlan explained. "By the time you free yourself we'll be gone, and I sincerely doubt you have the tracking skills of a woodsman."</p><p></p><p>"You can't do this! I'll be killed by a bear or something! My death will be on your hands!"</p><p></p><p>Harlan produced the woman's dagger, holding it before her and her complaints ceased at once, as she looked at the armored half-elf kneeling before her. Surely a paladin wouldn't kill her in cold blood like this! But Harlan merely flipped the dagger in his hand and stabbed it down into the ground, burying its blade in the forest floor just past her feet. "This will make your task a bit easier, and will provide you protection against any wildlife you might encounter once you've freed yourself," he told her.</p><p></p><p>"What about my diamonds? And the rings and jewelry you took from me?"</p><p></p><p>"We're claiming them as recompense for your having tricked us into stealing the <em>Blood Mirror</em> from that tomb in the first place," Ageratum told her - and in Marjorie's seated position, the little halfling didn't need to bend down to talk to her like Harlan did. "And <em>this</em>," she added, "is to give us an even longer time to make ourselves scarce before you free yourself, so there will be little chance of us running into each other during our travels." And with that, she bonked the bound spellcaster on just the right spot on her temple to knock her into sudden unconsciousness.</p><p></p><p>"I say!" exclaimed Alistair. "She's-- she's all right, isn't she?"</p><p></p><p>"She'll be fine," Ageratum reassured him. "Just a little bump on the noggin to let her know we mean business. C'mon, I see some smoke over that way."</p><p></p><p>Thirty minutes of walking towards the smoke led the group to a small halfling village, just as twilight was approaching. "I know this place!" Ageratum said. "Cobb's Grange!"</p><p></p><p>"You've been here before?" Chaevaris asked.</p><p></p><p>"No, I just know it by reputation. Plus, there's a sign over there that says 'Cobb's Grange' in the Halfling language." She smirked and pointed to a sign much lower to the ground than would be one geared for the taller races; the others hadn't even noticed it.</p><p></p><p>The village had but a single tavern and it was closing up for the night, as this was primarily a farming village and the farmers all rose early in the morning. "I say, we aren't thinking of eating here, are we?" asked Alistair, a note of worry in his voice.</p><p></p><p>"Why, don't you like halfling food?" asked Ageratum. She'd never met anyone who didn't like halfling food, which was all very basic: not much with the fancy spices, just good, hearty meals that filled you up.</p><p></p><p>"It's just -- I've heard if you accept food or drink while in Fairieland you can be compelled to stay there forever. It's in all the literature." Chaevaris's head shook in disbelief and a hand rose up to pinch the bridge of the archer's nose as if to ward off an incipient headache.</p><p></p><p>Ageratum just stared blankly at the foolish fop for a moment, then recalled he had thought halflings were legendary creatures from fairy stories and myths when he had first met her. Now, after having stepped through two <em>planar gates</em> in a row, he had apparently gotten it into his head that they were in the Land of Faerie. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll use my fairy halfling magic to make the food and drink perfectly safe." It seemed the easiest approach, and sure enough it worked - Alistair's brow lost its worried creases as he felt reassured the halfling would be able to navigate them through the unknown perils of Faerieland.</p><p></p><p>"Naw, naw, naw, we're closing!" <strong>Flournish Bungthumper</strong> insisted as the four heroes approached the tavern.</p><p></p><p>"We've come a very long way," insisted Ageratum. "Couldn't you stay open just long enough for us to have a bite to eat? And is there a place we might stay for the night?"</p><p></p><p>"Naw, naw, the kitchen's already closed for the night!" the tavernkeeper repeated. "As for a place to sleep, we don't have much in the way for bigguns like your friends, there, miss - but you might try <strong>Bloodbag</strong>'s - he'd likely put you up."</p><p></p><p>"'Bloodbag,'" repeated Alistair. "He certainly sounds like a pleasant fellow."</p><p></p><p>"Don't let him hear you calling him by that name," warned a halfling farmer just leaving the closing tavern. "He don't much like the nickname - best to call him by his real name, <strong>Torkleson Aldershoot</strong>." He gave the group directions to Torkleson's farm, where he raised ponies for sale.</p><p></p><p>Heading to Torkleson's farm meant traveling through the woods. With the sun going down, the group relied upon the two lanterns they had brought with them from the Slippery Shaft Mine, the other two having been left behind when they suddenly found themselves in Lord Jasgun Singh's domain. Ageratum and Alistair carried the sources of light, while Harlan unsheathed his magic longsword and set its blade ablaze with a command. They were several minutes down the forest path when they heard a high-pitched scream from ahead, accompanied by a set of snarls and barks. "Wolves!" guessed Ageratum, rushing ahead with the lantern in one hand, the other straying to her masterwork short sword.</p><p></p><p>"Ogilvy, if you please!" called out Alistair, summoning his <em>unseen servant</em> and passing the man-shaped invisible force his bullseye lantern so he could have both hands free to handle his light crossbow. Then he too ran forward, hoping the wolves hadn't gotten to their victim just yet. Turning a corner on the path, they saw two rather large gray-furred wolves, snarling at each other as they fought over which of them would get the halfling child whose head peeked fearfully out from inside the hollow remains of a tree trunk that had apparently been struck by lightning some time ago. "Stay down, we're coming to get you!" called out Ageratum to the young child, who dutifully hunkered further back down in the hollow trunk. Alistair sighted down his weapon and released the trigger, sending his bolt across the distance to plunge deep into the first worg's shoulder, causing it to yowl in pain and look frantically in the direction from which the bolt had been fired. Almost immediately afterward an arrow crossed the distance and buried itself in the creature's back, just above the shoulder, Chaevaris having gotten in a rather good shot from a considerable distance farther back than Alistair had been. The worg was now frantic with pain, but it was somehow still standing.</p><p></p><p>Harlan raced forward, sword out and alit with fire. The closest worg, crazed with pain, took its frustrations out on the approaching paladin and pulled Harlan down to the ground, where it could try to get a grip on the half-elf's throat. Harlan managed to stick the edge of his shield between the worg's slavering jaws, preventing himself from being ripped apart by the creatures wicked teeth. In the meantime, the other worg ran past the two struggling figures - and Harlan was too engaged with his current foe to be able to swing at this new enemy as he passed - and bit at Ageratum, catching her arm in its jaws. Alistair shot at this newcomer and missed, then ran up to try to aid Ageratum in getting her arm out from between the creature's teeth. The little halfling swung at her attacker with her short sword but failed to connect. Chaevaris stepped closer and sent a second arrow into the first worg, fully expecting that would slay the wounded beast, but was shocked to see the wicked lupine still clinging to life, if only by the narrowest of threads. But then Harlan sent his own flaming blade stabbing deep into the heart of his attacker and slew it at long last - it had been one of the toughest beasts the group had encountered thus far in their adventuring careers and the half-elf couldn't help but be impressed with its tenacity.</p><p></p><p>The remaining worg, yet to have been hit in combat, snapped at Alistair as he tried to aid Ageratum, but the sorcerer managed to pull back out of the way in the nick of time. And then two more arrows came whizzing out of the forest to land smack into the beast's side, causing it to yelp in surprise and pain. Alistair noted these arrows were only as big as the crossbow bolts he used, but these were fletched with feathers at the ends of their shafts - perhaps a halfling-sized set of arrows? The sorcerer's supposition was proven to be correct when a male halfling stepped out between the trees and called out, "<strong>Augnatios Aldershoot</strong> - can you hear me?"</p><p></p><p>"I'm over here, Dad!" the halfling child called back from the safety of the hollow tree. Then, realizing the amount of trouble he was in, he couldn't help adding, "Uh oh!"</p><p></p><p>Alistair took a step back and fired a final shot into the worg's head, killing him. Then the full-grown halfling stepped forward from between the trees, heading to the sound of his son's voice. "Auggie? It's safe to come out now, son! Now, get over here!"</p><p></p><p>"Yes, Dad!" the boy called as he scrambled out of the hollow tree trunk, and Ageratum saw he looked to be about 10 or 11 years old. She and Harlan each drank down a <em>potion of cure light wounds</em>, healing up some of the wounds they had suffered from the worgs' sharp teeth.</p><p></p><p>"I say," Alistair said as he walked over to the embracing halfling father and son, the older one slapping the boy on the side of the head in frustration after determining he was all right. "Did I hear you say the name 'Aldershoot'? You wouldn't happen to be Torkleson Aldershoot by any chance, would you?"</p><p></p><p>"I am," replied the halfling ranger. Alistair explained how they had been heading to his farm in hopes of being put up for the night. Tee halfling readily agreed, especially after the heroes had helped save the life of his boy, who knew better than to roam out into the woods after dark. He led them back to his farm, where his wife <strong>Sue</strong> served up a delicious meal of roast squash, mushrooms, carrots, and rabbit - Auggie was forced to serve everyone their meals, since per his father's insistence he would be skipping his own dinner that night to help him remember the importance of not wandering off to be devoured by hungry forest-dwellers. (Ageratum remembered to pretend to use her "halfling fairy magic" to take away the food's ability to trap mortals in Faerieland, allowing Alistair to relax enough to enjoy the meal.) The adults talked over the meal, Torkleson pointing out he had dozens of ponies for sale and a pair of light horses better suited for those of the taller races. They agreed to take a look at the animals in the morning, with a mind to buying a pony and both horses, the better to get back to Ghourmand Vale in as little time as possible. There was a single spare bedroom in the farmhouse, and since it was scaled to Ageratum's frame she got the use of it, the other three making themselves comfortable in the piles of hay in the barn loft. Alistair was quite impressed, not at the thought of sleeping like a commoner in a pile of hay - although he was slowly becoming accustomed to such things - but by the immaculate nature of the barn: not a speck of dust or a cobweb to be found. And despite himself, he found sleeping in hay made for rather comfortable accommodations after all.</p><p></p><p>The next morning, the heroes found a good night's sleep had done them all a world of wonder, although Ageratum still topped a hearty halfling breakfast - eggs, biscuits, mushrooms, and tea sweetened with honey - with another <em>potion of cure light wounds</em> to bring her up fully to fighting trim. They looked at the Aldershoots' animals and Ageratum picked out a pony for her own use, naming him <strong>Munson</strong>. Harlan claimed one of the two light horses for his own use - after all, the paladin wore the heaviest armor of the group - and named his mount <strong>Law</strong>. Chaevaris took the other horse and begrudgingly allowed Alistair to share the animal - but the young nobleman surprised the archer by being well-equipped to ride a horse, whereas the archer had never had the opportunity to learn to ride. "Don't worry, Elfy, I can show you how it's done!" promised Alistair, and Chaevaris found it necessary to spend a moment or two with closed eyes, slowly counting to ten. Nonetheless, it only made sense for Alistair to ride up front with the archer directly behind.</p><p></p><p>"Have you thought up a name for your horse? Because in the books, Elfy rides a horse named <strong>Swifty</strong>."</p><p></p><p>"I will <em>not</em> be naming my horse 'Swifty,'" Chaevaris replied. "I shall name him...<strong>Talkacha</strong>." Alistair stifled a smile; he knew the elven language quite well (although his accent was rather horrible when he tried speaking it), and he well knew that "Talkacha" was elven for "Swiftmane." Not quite the same as Swifty, but pretty darn close.</p><p></p><p>They paid Torkleson for the three mounts using jewelry they'd taken from Marjorie. In point of fact, they paid him more than the mounts were worth, but only because there was no way to get to the appropriate amount using only her rings, necklaces, and earrings. "I wonder how she's faring," Alistair voiced aloud.</p><p></p><p>"I wonder why anyone would care," Ageratum replied.</p><p></p><p>Torkleson, feeling bad about being overpaid for the three mounts, threw in two vials of antitoxin and a warning about the section of deep woods they'd be traversing to make their best time back to Ghourmand Vale. "There are plenty of spiders about," he told them. "Oftentimes, they gather together into vast swarms. Best be on the lookout, and don't go too fast down the paths or you're likely to run into a web or two. But the webs burn easily, so keep that in mind." A quick discussion between the four heroes led to the decision that Ageratum and Alistair should hold on to the vials of antitoxin, as they were the most likely to need them. Alistair pulled out the wad of spell scrolls he'd purchased back in Ghourmand Vale and found the one containing the <em>burning hands</em> spell. He looked it over until he felt he understood it enough to be able to cast it, and rolled the other "attack spell" scrolls back up into his "attack spell" scroll tube (the other scroll tube held the other spell scrolls not necessarily useful in combat), leaving the rolled-up <em>burning hands</em> scroll tucked loosely in his belt where he could pull it out easily.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you for the mounts, and for your hospitality," Harlan told the halflings before leading the group back to the edge of the woods. As per Torkleson's instructions, they kept an eye out for spiders as they rode, and the first 15 minutes or so passed by with only the occasional sighting of a web or two up high in the trees, among the branches. But then Chaevaris called out from behind Alistair, "There, to the left - that tree's covered in spiders!"</p><p></p><p>Sure enough, the elf's keen eyesight had picked out what Alistair at first had thought to be a fungal growth on the thick trunk of a large tree up ahead for what it truly was: literally hundreds of spiders, all crawling over each other. "Get your spell ready, just in case," Harlan advised the sorcerer.</p><p></p><p>"I have eight flasks of oil in my pack," Chaevaris pointed out. "I could pour a couple of them out upon the side of the path when we ride past, and you could set the oil ablaze with your sword."</p><p></p><p>"I like it," Harlan agreed. "Let's do it. Hold off on your <em>burning hands</em> spell for now, Alistair, but perhaps you and Ageratum should drink down your antitoxin, just to be ready." At Chaevaris's urging, after gulping down the antitoxin (which had a rather nasty taste until an unconsciously-cast <em>prestidigitation</em> spell altered the taste to that of Sue Aldershoot's honey-sweetened tea), Alistair steered Talkacha along the left side of the dirt path, coming rather closer to the mass of writhing spiders than the young nobleman was willing to admit he was entirely comfortable with. But the spiders failed to jump out at them, and soon enough Talkacha was past them with a nice sheet of flames rising up, a barrier of fire between the spider swarm and the three mounts and their riders.</p><p></p><p>But then a clicking sound came from the forest ahead of them and to the right, as they turned a corner and started heading directly west. As a result, the spider swarm abandoned the tree they'd been covering and crawled away from the sheet of flames, flanking around to the south. Unseen by the heroes, a second swarm of spiders - further back from the road behind them and thus not spotted yet - came around the northern edge of the flames and started trailing the three mounts, then darting into a clump of trees on the other side of the road. Harlan caught a glimpse of movement in the trees to the right and saw a strange, humanoid figure come up to the edge of the trees, hold out its hands, and squirt a stream of fluid across the road - a stream which quickly coalesced into a mass of clinging, sticky webs, blocking the road so the horses and pony couldn't pass.</p><p></p><p>But Chaevaris had spotted the figure and was the only one with enough experience living off the land to recognize it for what it was: a spider-headed ettercap. Leaping off the back of Talkacha, the archer brought the composite longbow up and fired an arrow at the humanoid beast, but it dodged behind a tree at the last moment and the arrow embedded itself into bark. Still, that was enough to alert everyone else of the ettercap's position and identity as a foe, even if none of the other three had ever heard of such a creature before. Harlan kicked Law forward, stabbing out at the ettercap with his flaming blade as he did so, cutting a deep slash in the fleeing creature's right shoulder blade. "Use your spell on the spiders!" Harlan advised Alistair as he did so.</p><p></p><p>Alistair climbed down from Talkacha's broad back and turned to face the creeping mass of spiders fast approaching. He pulled the scroll from his belt and started reading, holding his hands out as it showed in the margins. To his surprise, he felt a wave of heat flow through his body and come flying out of his fingertips, widening into a horizontal sheet of flames that he aimed down at the arachnid swarm before him. The spell was particularly effective, burning to a crisp at least two-thirds of the crawling menaces - but the others kept coming. "I say!" Alistair cried out as they scrambled forward, engulfing him and biting him through his clothes. He swatted at the arachnids, dropping the now-blank sheet of parchment that had until a moment ago held the <em>burning hands</em> spell waiting to be released. Across the road and in the clump of trees beyond, the second swarm advanced towards the ettercap, the arachnids approaching the creature who had called them forward into service.</p><p></p><p>Harlan had, by this time, leaped down from his mount and was chasing the ettercap through the trees. The creature spun and fired another web, hoping to catch the paladin in its sticky strands, but Harlan dodged the incoming mass and it exploded into a wall of webbing between two trees behind him. Chaevaris fired another arrow at the ettercap, but this one also ended up buried into the side of a tree trunk. Fortunately, Harlan soon caught up to his fleeing prey and brought the ettercap down with an overhand swing of his burning blade, cutting the ettercap's shoulder down to the bone and spilling him to bleed out upon the forest floor.</p><p></p><p>Ageratum, during this time, had coaxed Munson cautiously forward toward the webs blocking the road and was meticulously cutting them with the blade of her shortspear. She already had most of one side cut through, when Alistair summoned Ogilvy, had him pick up a loose stick from the ground, set one end of it ablaze by sticking it into the sheet of flames caused by the line of burning oil, and apply it to the remaining spiders making up the swarm trying to make a meal of Alistair. The sorcerer had by this time brushed off the majority of the spiders that had crawled upon his person, and as he backed away out of range of the others he cleaned the squish-stains of smooshed spiders from his clothes with another <em>prestidigitation</em> spell he wasn't even consciously aware of casting. But with the ettercap dead, the spider swarms soon lost interest in attacking the heroes, the few remaining from the original swarm wandering away in their own separate directions, while the spiders making up the second swarm - which had crawled over Harlan and were busy biting him where they could - got tired of the paladin squishing them and hopped off to go chew on the corpse of the ettercap, who after his death had somehow transformed from "master" to "food." Harlan retreated back to Law just in time to find Ogilvy and his burning stick clearing up the rest of the webs blocking the road. Those who had dismounted got back onto their horses and Harlan led the way forward once again. But they had no further encounters with any spiders in that section of forest and soon enough they were back in the open plains, heading toward Ghourmand Vale once again.</p><p></p><p>It took them the better part of three days to get back, but in the late afternoon of the third day they saw the Stouts' farmhouse ahead of them, which put them a mere four hours out from Ghourmand Vale. "There it is!" Chaevaris called out gladly, for sharing a mount with Alistair had been something of a chore.</p><p></p><p>"I say!" declared Alistair. "You're right, Elfy! But now I'm confused - at what point did we exit Faerieland?"</p><p></p><p>Ageratum bit her lips closed and stifled a snicker.</p><p></p><p> - - -</p><p></p><p>We leveled up at the end of this adventure, each of us reaching exactly 3,000.5 XP. As expected, everyone took another level of the same class they already had - I don't think any of us are planning on doing any sort of multiclassing at all.</p><p></p><p>For the record, "ghee" is a salted Indian butter that served no purpose at all in this adventure but to be a pun that sort of tied in to the pseudo-Indian domain of not-quite-Ravenloft from which we left at the beginning of this adventure. I have the AD&D 2nd Edition Ravenloft boxed set, so I lent it to Dan for him to peruse, for the randomly-occurring <em>planar gates</em> to the domain of Lord Jasgund Singh are something we all expect to see a bit more of over the course of this campaign.</p><p></p><p>And once we get back into town, we'll want to see if we can pick up where we left off in clearing out the Slippery Shaft Mine of the svirfneblin who have infiltrated it (we never did get to level five of the mine) or of the dwarves have already dealt with the problem during our four-day absence. (And if they have, we'll have to try to get at least half pay for having cleared out level six.) Also, Alistair needs to buy a horse of his own so he no longer has to double up with Chaevaris. Fortunately, despite how much he enjoyed the amazing fictional exploits of Elfy Danger Silverleaf as a boy growing up, I don't think the adult Alistair will want to name his horse "Swifty."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Richards, post: 8702901, member: 508"] [B]ADVENTURE 5: GHEE IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME[/B] PC Roster: [INDENT]Ageratum Purslane, halfling rogue 2[/INDENT] [INDENT] Alistair Mandelberen Pastlethwaite, human sorcerer 2[/INDENT] [INDENT] Chaevaris Noarunal, elf archer 2[/INDENT] [INDENT] Harlan Starblade, half-elf paladin 2[/INDENT] Game Session Date: 20 July 2022 - - - As the group of five walked down the hill - Marjorie having had her hands unbound but a gag inserted in her mouth and then covered with a veil, after Chaevaris had noted about half of the village women wore veils and this would help prevent their captive from casting any spells - the larger assembly broke up, with the three children being escorted away by the pair of Lord Jasgund Singh's men. By the time the quintet made it to the building (gathering a few odd looks their way from the villagers they passed, for they definitely stood out among this crowd), the fathers of the three chosen children and the others who had brought their own kids hoping they would be chosen to serve their great Lord had all gone their separate ways. Having been told the way to go by a series of arrows as viewed through the [I]Blood Mirror[/I], Harlan led the group to a door in the back of the building from which the two Lord's men had given their spiel. The door led to a kitchen, inside of which one harried cook was bending over some pot of a spicy dish, his back turned. Harlan walked across the kitchen and out a different door, walking as if he belonged here. The others followed suit, Chaevaris keeping a hand upon Marjorie's arm in case she got any ideas. Then they exited through the other door, which led them to a clearing - some sort of alley between the buildings, perhaps? To the others there was nothing special about the place, but glancing once again through the large ruby Harlan could see a shimmering door just ahead, likely the temporary [I]planar gate[/I] that would lead them back home. "This way," he told the others, stepping forward to the doorway. The others followed his lead, and one by one they each passed through the gate and into another clearing - but this one was quite obviously in a grassy plains surrounded by forest, with trees more in line with the ones to which the heroes were accustomed: elms, firs, and oaks instead of palm trees like those on the other side of the gate. As Alistair was the last one to pass through the magical doorway, he was the one who heard a surprised, "Wait! Where are you going?" from behind him in the odd accent of the dusky-skinned people in the village they had left behind. But then, looking back the way he had come, the sorcerer saw nothing but forest lands all around him - the doorway had apparently closed behind him. "I say!" Alistair exclaimed. The life of an adventurer was a strange one indeed! "Any idea where we might be?" Harlan asked the others. Chaevaris and Ageratum admitted the area looked familiar. "I think we're west of Welkwood," the elf explained, and the halfling said it reminded her of the area around the town of Enstad. The archer opined they were likely somewhere just north of the Lortmil Mountains, which put them southeast of Ghourmand Vale - several days out, likely, perhaps a week or more. "Then I think we will no longer need you gagged," Harlan said, removing the veil and gag from Marjorie. "What are we going to do with her?" Ageratum asked. "We gonna keep her prisoner the whole way back? If we do, we'll need to keep an eye on her around the clock, to make sure she doesn't try [I]charming[/I] one of us" - and here she looked over at Alistair, Marjorie's likeliest target - "into turning over all of our goods, to include the [I]Blood Mirror[/I], just like she did to Brother Scarborough." "I fail to see how we have any other choice," Alistair said. He knew the little halfling could be tough, but he certainly hoped she wasn't suggesting they kill the treacherous woman or anything. That wasn't the least bit sporting, and besides he was fairly sure Harlan Starblade wouldn't let them do it. "This is where we go our separate ways," the paladin explained to Marjorie. "Fine by me. Just give me back my stuff!" "That is my intention," Harlan said, taking the cloth sash they'd taken from her and tying one end tightly around her right wrist. "Hey, what gives?" "Please, be seated." When Marjorie seemed disinclined to obey the paladin of Pelor, Ageratum helped her along by kicking the back of her left knee. Marjorie crumpled to the ground, her back against a tree. Harlan wound the sash around the tree trunk and the spellcaster's waist, then securely tied the other end to her left wrist, such that her arms were behind her, wrapped around the trunk. "This will keep you from following us right away," Harlan explained. "By the time you free yourself we'll be gone, and I sincerely doubt you have the tracking skills of a woodsman." "You can't do this! I'll be killed by a bear or something! My death will be on your hands!" Harlan produced the woman's dagger, holding it before her and her complaints ceased at once, as she looked at the armored half-elf kneeling before her. Surely a paladin wouldn't kill her in cold blood like this! But Harlan merely flipped the dagger in his hand and stabbed it down into the ground, burying its blade in the forest floor just past her feet. "This will make your task a bit easier, and will provide you protection against any wildlife you might encounter once you've freed yourself," he told her. "What about my diamonds? And the rings and jewelry you took from me?" "We're claiming them as recompense for your having tricked us into stealing the [I]Blood Mirror[/I] from that tomb in the first place," Ageratum told her - and in Marjorie's seated position, the little halfling didn't need to bend down to talk to her like Harlan did. "And [I]this[/I]," she added, "is to give us an even longer time to make ourselves scarce before you free yourself, so there will be little chance of us running into each other during our travels." And with that, she bonked the bound spellcaster on just the right spot on her temple to knock her into sudden unconsciousness. "I say!" exclaimed Alistair. "She's-- she's all right, isn't she?" "She'll be fine," Ageratum reassured him. "Just a little bump on the noggin to let her know we mean business. C'mon, I see some smoke over that way." Thirty minutes of walking towards the smoke led the group to a small halfling village, just as twilight was approaching. "I know this place!" Ageratum said. "Cobb's Grange!" "You've been here before?" Chaevaris asked. "No, I just know it by reputation. Plus, there's a sign over there that says 'Cobb's Grange' in the Halfling language." She smirked and pointed to a sign much lower to the ground than would be one geared for the taller races; the others hadn't even noticed it. The village had but a single tavern and it was closing up for the night, as this was primarily a farming village and the farmers all rose early in the morning. "I say, we aren't thinking of eating here, are we?" asked Alistair, a note of worry in his voice. "Why, don't you like halfling food?" asked Ageratum. She'd never met anyone who didn't like halfling food, which was all very basic: not much with the fancy spices, just good, hearty meals that filled you up. "It's just -- I've heard if you accept food or drink while in Fairieland you can be compelled to stay there forever. It's in all the literature." Chaevaris's head shook in disbelief and a hand rose up to pinch the bridge of the archer's nose as if to ward off an incipient headache. Ageratum just stared blankly at the foolish fop for a moment, then recalled he had thought halflings were legendary creatures from fairy stories and myths when he had first met her. Now, after having stepped through two [I]planar gates[/I] in a row, he had apparently gotten it into his head that they were in the Land of Faerie. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll use my fairy halfling magic to make the food and drink perfectly safe." It seemed the easiest approach, and sure enough it worked - Alistair's brow lost its worried creases as he felt reassured the halfling would be able to navigate them through the unknown perils of Faerieland. "Naw, naw, naw, we're closing!" [B]Flournish Bungthumper[/B] insisted as the four heroes approached the tavern. "We've come a very long way," insisted Ageratum. "Couldn't you stay open just long enough for us to have a bite to eat? And is there a place we might stay for the night?" "Naw, naw, the kitchen's already closed for the night!" the tavernkeeper repeated. "As for a place to sleep, we don't have much in the way for bigguns like your friends, there, miss - but you might try [B]Bloodbag[/B]'s - he'd likely put you up." "'Bloodbag,'" repeated Alistair. "He certainly sounds like a pleasant fellow." "Don't let him hear you calling him by that name," warned a halfling farmer just leaving the closing tavern. "He don't much like the nickname - best to call him by his real name, [B]Torkleson Aldershoot[/B]." He gave the group directions to Torkleson's farm, where he raised ponies for sale. Heading to Torkleson's farm meant traveling through the woods. With the sun going down, the group relied upon the two lanterns they had brought with them from the Slippery Shaft Mine, the other two having been left behind when they suddenly found themselves in Lord Jasgun Singh's domain. Ageratum and Alistair carried the sources of light, while Harlan unsheathed his magic longsword and set its blade ablaze with a command. They were several minutes down the forest path when they heard a high-pitched scream from ahead, accompanied by a set of snarls and barks. "Wolves!" guessed Ageratum, rushing ahead with the lantern in one hand, the other straying to her masterwork short sword. "Ogilvy, if you please!" called out Alistair, summoning his [I]unseen servant[/I] and passing the man-shaped invisible force his bullseye lantern so he could have both hands free to handle his light crossbow. Then he too ran forward, hoping the wolves hadn't gotten to their victim just yet. Turning a corner on the path, they saw two rather large gray-furred wolves, snarling at each other as they fought over which of them would get the halfling child whose head peeked fearfully out from inside the hollow remains of a tree trunk that had apparently been struck by lightning some time ago. "Stay down, we're coming to get you!" called out Ageratum to the young child, who dutifully hunkered further back down in the hollow trunk. Alistair sighted down his weapon and released the trigger, sending his bolt across the distance to plunge deep into the first worg's shoulder, causing it to yowl in pain and look frantically in the direction from which the bolt had been fired. Almost immediately afterward an arrow crossed the distance and buried itself in the creature's back, just above the shoulder, Chaevaris having gotten in a rather good shot from a considerable distance farther back than Alistair had been. The worg was now frantic with pain, but it was somehow still standing. Harlan raced forward, sword out and alit with fire. The closest worg, crazed with pain, took its frustrations out on the approaching paladin and pulled Harlan down to the ground, where it could try to get a grip on the half-elf's throat. Harlan managed to stick the edge of his shield between the worg's slavering jaws, preventing himself from being ripped apart by the creatures wicked teeth. In the meantime, the other worg ran past the two struggling figures - and Harlan was too engaged with his current foe to be able to swing at this new enemy as he passed - and bit at Ageratum, catching her arm in its jaws. Alistair shot at this newcomer and missed, then ran up to try to aid Ageratum in getting her arm out from between the creature's teeth. The little halfling swung at her attacker with her short sword but failed to connect. Chaevaris stepped closer and sent a second arrow into the first worg, fully expecting that would slay the wounded beast, but was shocked to see the wicked lupine still clinging to life, if only by the narrowest of threads. But then Harlan sent his own flaming blade stabbing deep into the heart of his attacker and slew it at long last - it had been one of the toughest beasts the group had encountered thus far in their adventuring careers and the half-elf couldn't help but be impressed with its tenacity. The remaining worg, yet to have been hit in combat, snapped at Alistair as he tried to aid Ageratum, but the sorcerer managed to pull back out of the way in the nick of time. And then two more arrows came whizzing out of the forest to land smack into the beast's side, causing it to yelp in surprise and pain. Alistair noted these arrows were only as big as the crossbow bolts he used, but these were fletched with feathers at the ends of their shafts - perhaps a halfling-sized set of arrows? The sorcerer's supposition was proven to be correct when a male halfling stepped out between the trees and called out, "[B]Augnatios Aldershoot[/B] - can you hear me?" "I'm over here, Dad!" the halfling child called back from the safety of the hollow tree. Then, realizing the amount of trouble he was in, he couldn't help adding, "Uh oh!" Alistair took a step back and fired a final shot into the worg's head, killing him. Then the full-grown halfling stepped forward from between the trees, heading to the sound of his son's voice. "Auggie? It's safe to come out now, son! Now, get over here!" "Yes, Dad!" the boy called as he scrambled out of the hollow tree trunk, and Ageratum saw he looked to be about 10 or 11 years old. She and Harlan each drank down a [I]potion of cure light wounds[/I], healing up some of the wounds they had suffered from the worgs' sharp teeth. "I say," Alistair said as he walked over to the embracing halfling father and son, the older one slapping the boy on the side of the head in frustration after determining he was all right. "Did I hear you say the name 'Aldershoot'? You wouldn't happen to be Torkleson Aldershoot by any chance, would you?" "I am," replied the halfling ranger. Alistair explained how they had been heading to his farm in hopes of being put up for the night. Tee halfling readily agreed, especially after the heroes had helped save the life of his boy, who knew better than to roam out into the woods after dark. He led them back to his farm, where his wife [B]Sue[/B] served up a delicious meal of roast squash, mushrooms, carrots, and rabbit - Auggie was forced to serve everyone their meals, since per his father's insistence he would be skipping his own dinner that night to help him remember the importance of not wandering off to be devoured by hungry forest-dwellers. (Ageratum remembered to pretend to use her "halfling fairy magic" to take away the food's ability to trap mortals in Faerieland, allowing Alistair to relax enough to enjoy the meal.) The adults talked over the meal, Torkleson pointing out he had dozens of ponies for sale and a pair of light horses better suited for those of the taller races. They agreed to take a look at the animals in the morning, with a mind to buying a pony and both horses, the better to get back to Ghourmand Vale in as little time as possible. There was a single spare bedroom in the farmhouse, and since it was scaled to Ageratum's frame she got the use of it, the other three making themselves comfortable in the piles of hay in the barn loft. Alistair was quite impressed, not at the thought of sleeping like a commoner in a pile of hay - although he was slowly becoming accustomed to such things - but by the immaculate nature of the barn: not a speck of dust or a cobweb to be found. And despite himself, he found sleeping in hay made for rather comfortable accommodations after all. The next morning, the heroes found a good night's sleep had done them all a world of wonder, although Ageratum still topped a hearty halfling breakfast - eggs, biscuits, mushrooms, and tea sweetened with honey - with another [I]potion of cure light wounds[/I] to bring her up fully to fighting trim. They looked at the Aldershoots' animals and Ageratum picked out a pony for her own use, naming him [B]Munson[/B]. Harlan claimed one of the two light horses for his own use - after all, the paladin wore the heaviest armor of the group - and named his mount [B]Law[/B]. Chaevaris took the other horse and begrudgingly allowed Alistair to share the animal - but the young nobleman surprised the archer by being well-equipped to ride a horse, whereas the archer had never had the opportunity to learn to ride. "Don't worry, Elfy, I can show you how it's done!" promised Alistair, and Chaevaris found it necessary to spend a moment or two with closed eyes, slowly counting to ten. Nonetheless, it only made sense for Alistair to ride up front with the archer directly behind. "Have you thought up a name for your horse? Because in the books, Elfy rides a horse named [B]Swifty[/B]." "I will [I]not[/I] be naming my horse 'Swifty,'" Chaevaris replied. "I shall name him...[B]Talkacha[/B]." Alistair stifled a smile; he knew the elven language quite well (although his accent was rather horrible when he tried speaking it), and he well knew that "Talkacha" was elven for "Swiftmane." Not quite the same as Swifty, but pretty darn close. They paid Torkleson for the three mounts using jewelry they'd taken from Marjorie. In point of fact, they paid him more than the mounts were worth, but only because there was no way to get to the appropriate amount using only her rings, necklaces, and earrings. "I wonder how she's faring," Alistair voiced aloud. "I wonder why anyone would care," Ageratum replied. Torkleson, feeling bad about being overpaid for the three mounts, threw in two vials of antitoxin and a warning about the section of deep woods they'd be traversing to make their best time back to Ghourmand Vale. "There are plenty of spiders about," he told them. "Oftentimes, they gather together into vast swarms. Best be on the lookout, and don't go too fast down the paths or you're likely to run into a web or two. But the webs burn easily, so keep that in mind." A quick discussion between the four heroes led to the decision that Ageratum and Alistair should hold on to the vials of antitoxin, as they were the most likely to need them. Alistair pulled out the wad of spell scrolls he'd purchased back in Ghourmand Vale and found the one containing the [I]burning hands[/I] spell. He looked it over until he felt he understood it enough to be able to cast it, and rolled the other "attack spell" scrolls back up into his "attack spell" scroll tube (the other scroll tube held the other spell scrolls not necessarily useful in combat), leaving the rolled-up [I]burning hands[/I] scroll tucked loosely in his belt where he could pull it out easily. "Thank you for the mounts, and for your hospitality," Harlan told the halflings before leading the group back to the edge of the woods. As per Torkleson's instructions, they kept an eye out for spiders as they rode, and the first 15 minutes or so passed by with only the occasional sighting of a web or two up high in the trees, among the branches. But then Chaevaris called out from behind Alistair, "There, to the left - that tree's covered in spiders!" Sure enough, the elf's keen eyesight had picked out what Alistair at first had thought to be a fungal growth on the thick trunk of a large tree up ahead for what it truly was: literally hundreds of spiders, all crawling over each other. "Get your spell ready, just in case," Harlan advised the sorcerer. "I have eight flasks of oil in my pack," Chaevaris pointed out. "I could pour a couple of them out upon the side of the path when we ride past, and you could set the oil ablaze with your sword." "I like it," Harlan agreed. "Let's do it. Hold off on your [I]burning hands[/I] spell for now, Alistair, but perhaps you and Ageratum should drink down your antitoxin, just to be ready." At Chaevaris's urging, after gulping down the antitoxin (which had a rather nasty taste until an unconsciously-cast [I]prestidigitation[/I] spell altered the taste to that of Sue Aldershoot's honey-sweetened tea), Alistair steered Talkacha along the left side of the dirt path, coming rather closer to the mass of writhing spiders than the young nobleman was willing to admit he was entirely comfortable with. But the spiders failed to jump out at them, and soon enough Talkacha was past them with a nice sheet of flames rising up, a barrier of fire between the spider swarm and the three mounts and their riders. But then a clicking sound came from the forest ahead of them and to the right, as they turned a corner and started heading directly west. As a result, the spider swarm abandoned the tree they'd been covering and crawled away from the sheet of flames, flanking around to the south. Unseen by the heroes, a second swarm of spiders - further back from the road behind them and thus not spotted yet - came around the northern edge of the flames and started trailing the three mounts, then darting into a clump of trees on the other side of the road. Harlan caught a glimpse of movement in the trees to the right and saw a strange, humanoid figure come up to the edge of the trees, hold out its hands, and squirt a stream of fluid across the road - a stream which quickly coalesced into a mass of clinging, sticky webs, blocking the road so the horses and pony couldn't pass. But Chaevaris had spotted the figure and was the only one with enough experience living off the land to recognize it for what it was: a spider-headed ettercap. Leaping off the back of Talkacha, the archer brought the composite longbow up and fired an arrow at the humanoid beast, but it dodged behind a tree at the last moment and the arrow embedded itself into bark. Still, that was enough to alert everyone else of the ettercap's position and identity as a foe, even if none of the other three had ever heard of such a creature before. Harlan kicked Law forward, stabbing out at the ettercap with his flaming blade as he did so, cutting a deep slash in the fleeing creature's right shoulder blade. "Use your spell on the spiders!" Harlan advised Alistair as he did so. Alistair climbed down from Talkacha's broad back and turned to face the creeping mass of spiders fast approaching. He pulled the scroll from his belt and started reading, holding his hands out as it showed in the margins. To his surprise, he felt a wave of heat flow through his body and come flying out of his fingertips, widening into a horizontal sheet of flames that he aimed down at the arachnid swarm before him. The spell was particularly effective, burning to a crisp at least two-thirds of the crawling menaces - but the others kept coming. "I say!" Alistair cried out as they scrambled forward, engulfing him and biting him through his clothes. He swatted at the arachnids, dropping the now-blank sheet of parchment that had until a moment ago held the [I]burning hands[/I] spell waiting to be released. Across the road and in the clump of trees beyond, the second swarm advanced towards the ettercap, the arachnids approaching the creature who had called them forward into service. Harlan had, by this time, leaped down from his mount and was chasing the ettercap through the trees. The creature spun and fired another web, hoping to catch the paladin in its sticky strands, but Harlan dodged the incoming mass and it exploded into a wall of webbing between two trees behind him. Chaevaris fired another arrow at the ettercap, but this one also ended up buried into the side of a tree trunk. Fortunately, Harlan soon caught up to his fleeing prey and brought the ettercap down with an overhand swing of his burning blade, cutting the ettercap's shoulder down to the bone and spilling him to bleed out upon the forest floor. Ageratum, during this time, had coaxed Munson cautiously forward toward the webs blocking the road and was meticulously cutting them with the blade of her shortspear. She already had most of one side cut through, when Alistair summoned Ogilvy, had him pick up a loose stick from the ground, set one end of it ablaze by sticking it into the sheet of flames caused by the line of burning oil, and apply it to the remaining spiders making up the swarm trying to make a meal of Alistair. The sorcerer had by this time brushed off the majority of the spiders that had crawled upon his person, and as he backed away out of range of the others he cleaned the squish-stains of smooshed spiders from his clothes with another [I]prestidigitation[/I] spell he wasn't even consciously aware of casting. But with the ettercap dead, the spider swarms soon lost interest in attacking the heroes, the few remaining from the original swarm wandering away in their own separate directions, while the spiders making up the second swarm - which had crawled over Harlan and were busy biting him where they could - got tired of the paladin squishing them and hopped off to go chew on the corpse of the ettercap, who after his death had somehow transformed from "master" to "food." Harlan retreated back to Law just in time to find Ogilvy and his burning stick clearing up the rest of the webs blocking the road. Those who had dismounted got back onto their horses and Harlan led the way forward once again. But they had no further encounters with any spiders in that section of forest and soon enough they were back in the open plains, heading toward Ghourmand Vale once again. It took them the better part of three days to get back, but in the late afternoon of the third day they saw the Stouts' farmhouse ahead of them, which put them a mere four hours out from Ghourmand Vale. "There it is!" Chaevaris called out gladly, for sharing a mount with Alistair had been something of a chore. "I say!" declared Alistair. "You're right, Elfy! But now I'm confused - at what point did we exit Faerieland?" Ageratum bit her lips closed and stifled a snicker. - - - We leveled up at the end of this adventure, each of us reaching exactly 3,000.5 XP. As expected, everyone took another level of the same class they already had - I don't think any of us are planning on doing any sort of multiclassing at all. For the record, "ghee" is a salted Indian butter that served no purpose at all in this adventure but to be a pun that sort of tied in to the pseudo-Indian domain of not-quite-Ravenloft from which we left at the beginning of this adventure. I have the AD&D 2nd Edition Ravenloft boxed set, so I lent it to Dan for him to peruse, for the randomly-occurring [I]planar gates[/I] to the domain of Lord Jasgund Singh are something we all expect to see a bit more of over the course of this campaign. And once we get back into town, we'll want to see if we can pick up where we left off in clearing out the Slippery Shaft Mine of the svirfneblin who have infiltrated it (we never did get to level five of the mine) or of the dwarves have already dealt with the problem during our four-day absence. (And if they have, we'll have to try to get at least half pay for having cleared out level six.) Also, Alistair needs to buy a horse of his own so he no longer has to double up with Chaevaris. Fortunately, despite how much he enjoyed the amazing fictional exploits of Elfy Danger Silverleaf as a boy growing up, I don't think the adult Alistair will want to name his horse "Swifty." [/QUOTE]
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