MerakSpielman
First Post
And so they trekked, with the wagon slowing them down a bit, for several days.
Then they were ambushed by mounted brigands, to the delight of Astoria, who got to do some fighting on horseback. After the short, bloody battle, they tossed the 2 brigands who were still alive into their slave wagon, just in case they could get a reward for turning them in when they got to Kalokapeta.
A few more days, and they were there. They had to pay the ferry fee again, which was quite expensive what with the wagon and horses. Several PCs tried to haggle with the ferryman, without much success.
Once in the city, the PCs scouted around the different temples, and finally decided on the Order of Thought, who hold wisdom and mental prowess holy. Their hope was that the Seekers of Sagacity would find intelligence-drain a particularly heinous thing and cure it at a discount. To their delight, they were not charged for the material component for the Restoration spell, and came out of it with some extra cash.
Eagerly, they explained the situation to the restored halfling woman and asked her what she remembered about the day she was idiofied. “Well, I was out walking on the paths (there’s a lot of them around Tali Lake) collecting herbs to sell in town. The last thing I remember was looking up and seeing a beautiful human woman walking towards me… then everything went blank.”
Well, they had hoped for a bit more information than that, but that’s all she could remember. She was overjoyed, however, to learn that her son had been returned to her, and was eager to get back to Popowan and see him.
Grumbling, the PCs dropped their captured brigands off at the local constabulary, receiving a small reward, and left the city, escorting the halfling. They purchased some extra horses at this time as well.
Later the next day, they were attacked by hippogriffs – a flock of about 4 of the beasts, swooping in to try to make off with the horses. One landed on top of the cage-wagon, where Alron was entertaining the halfling woman. Having originally intended to pounce upon the wagon-horses from behind, it seemed a bit miffed when Alron began to vigorously attack it, by himself. The rogue was worried that the beast would make off with the halfling woman, and as a fellow halfling he felt he had to defend her rather than jump off the cart and out of harm’s way.
Meanwhile, Dust’s horse was being attacked, and the rest of the party was fighting bravely against the monsters. Flames shot through the air, swords rose and fell, blood flew. A scream rose from the halfling woman – Alron had fallen. The hippogriff he was fighting grabs his tiny form and flapped off, joined by its companions, one of which clutched Dust’s horse in it’s talons.
The party watched, horrified and helpless, as the hippogriffs tore apart their prey in midair, fighting for prize chunks, and departed.
After composing themselves and repairing their injuries as best they could, they realized there was nothing to do but press on, and mourn his loss.
Two days later the remaining party members encountered a man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m Kerrick, a monk from The Hall of Oaths.” After a quick round of questioning, it turned out that clerics at the Hall had performed some divinations, and it turned out Kerrick should come to this place at this time and join the first adventuring party that passed. However, The Speaker of the Word (the god of said temple) was very unclear on exactly why this had to be done. But here he was.
Kerrick was quite insistent about joining the party, so they filled him in on what they were doing and let him join them.
Then they were ambushed by mounted brigands, to the delight of Astoria, who got to do some fighting on horseback. After the short, bloody battle, they tossed the 2 brigands who were still alive into their slave wagon, just in case they could get a reward for turning them in when they got to Kalokapeta.
A few more days, and they were there. They had to pay the ferry fee again, which was quite expensive what with the wagon and horses. Several PCs tried to haggle with the ferryman, without much success.
Once in the city, the PCs scouted around the different temples, and finally decided on the Order of Thought, who hold wisdom and mental prowess holy. Their hope was that the Seekers of Sagacity would find intelligence-drain a particularly heinous thing and cure it at a discount. To their delight, they were not charged for the material component for the Restoration spell, and came out of it with some extra cash.
Eagerly, they explained the situation to the restored halfling woman and asked her what she remembered about the day she was idiofied. “Well, I was out walking on the paths (there’s a lot of them around Tali Lake) collecting herbs to sell in town. The last thing I remember was looking up and seeing a beautiful human woman walking towards me… then everything went blank.”
Well, they had hoped for a bit more information than that, but that’s all she could remember. She was overjoyed, however, to learn that her son had been returned to her, and was eager to get back to Popowan and see him.
Grumbling, the PCs dropped their captured brigands off at the local constabulary, receiving a small reward, and left the city, escorting the halfling. They purchased some extra horses at this time as well.
Later the next day, they were attacked by hippogriffs – a flock of about 4 of the beasts, swooping in to try to make off with the horses. One landed on top of the cage-wagon, where Alron was entertaining the halfling woman. Having originally intended to pounce upon the wagon-horses from behind, it seemed a bit miffed when Alron began to vigorously attack it, by himself. The rogue was worried that the beast would make off with the halfling woman, and as a fellow halfling he felt he had to defend her rather than jump off the cart and out of harm’s way.
Meanwhile, Dust’s horse was being attacked, and the rest of the party was fighting bravely against the monsters. Flames shot through the air, swords rose and fell, blood flew. A scream rose from the halfling woman – Alron had fallen. The hippogriff he was fighting grabs his tiny form and flapped off, joined by its companions, one of which clutched Dust’s horse in it’s talons.
The party watched, horrified and helpless, as the hippogriffs tore apart their prey in midair, fighting for prize chunks, and departed.
After composing themselves and repairing their injuries as best they could, they realized there was nothing to do but press on, and mourn his loss.
Two days later the remaining party members encountered a man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m Kerrick, a monk from The Hall of Oaths.” After a quick round of questioning, it turned out that clerics at the Hall had performed some divinations, and it turned out Kerrick should come to this place at this time and join the first adventuring party that passed. However, The Speaker of the Word (the god of said temple) was very unclear on exactly why this had to be done. But here he was.
Kerrick was quite insistent about joining the party, so they filled him in on what they were doing and let him join them.