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<blockquote data-quote="Xaltar" data-source="post: 2291" data-attributes="member: 480"><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p>Session 1 - Part 4: Digging in the Dirt...</p><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>The party continued to travel without event, arriving in the vicinity of the dwarven town Glen during late afternoon. The group halted for a moment to discuss their plans for the night. </p><p></p><p>Roughner felt that he could handle another sweet glass of wine, but wasn’t likely to find any in Glen, and therefore refused to enter town. Borghin was reluctant to enter as well; his lack of the typical industrious dwarven attitude had made him an unpopular visitor in the past. He had no intention of becoming the stereotypical dwarven miner or stonemason, and had a tendency to become very stubborn when it was thrown in his face. He was determined that he would not become a ‘nobody’ like his father, and Glen reminded him far too much of his home.</p><p></p><p>With those opinions stated, none felt the need to argue, so they setup camp off the side of the road. As they had expected, none dared to accost them throughout the night while in such proximity to town.</p><p></p><p>The following morning, the group hastily covered the remaining distance of their journey and arrived at Galath’s Roost. As the dilapidated structure came into view, they noticed that the cracked and vine covered stone building was surrounded by what was once a moat, but is now nothing more then a bramble filled ravine. </p><p></p><p>Holden, taking charge and full advantage of his wilderness talents, lead the party forward to the Roost. As they approached the crumbling keep, it was evident that the moat could be easily crossed since a portion had been filled with dirt. This makeshift bridge led to what appeared to have once been the front gate.</p><p></p><p>As the party began to draw their weapons and investigate, they turned to notice that Holden was already moving away from the entrance. Reluctantly, they followed the skilled ranger as he continued to investigate the perimeter of the ravine before charging inside.</p><p></p><p>In the distance to the south, Holden noted that scavenger birds were circling over a small hill near the border of the surrounding forest. He informed the rest of the party and they agreed that they would check it out later.</p><p></p><p>Upon reaching the front of the keep on the far side, Holden’s sharp eye noticed some tracks on the ground. Looking closer, he found that there were some faint booted tracks that had been nearly covered by a large number of animal tracks. These tracks appeared to be somewhat canine, and while Holden told the group that it was most likely wolves, he actually feared it to be worgs.</p><p></p><p>The party soon found the reason for all of the traffic in this area. Nearing the woods on the west side of the keep were three graves. They should have been unmarked, but were clearly evident due to the fact that portions of the bodies were unearthed and the flesh had been ravaged from the bone.</p><p></p><p>Holden rolled up his sleeves and dug into the soft dirt, pulling forth the uneaten portions of the corpses. It was apparent that each body was of a human male in their mid-twenties, and not a single one bore the remnants of any clothing. Slightly disturbed, and preparing for the worst, the party drew their weapons. Holden wiped the dirt from his hands a began tracking the paw prints back to a lair that had been dug under a large hedge that had gone unkempt near the edge of the barren moat. </p><p></p><p>As he approached, four aggressive canine creatures sprang forth. With their gnarled teeth and gray and tan spotted fur, these animals looked like a cross between a wolf and a leopard. When it was evident that these humans were not going to withdraw from their den, all four of the beasts did something that can only be described as ‘unnatural’. The party stared in awe as these dog-like monsters pulled back the flesh from their faces leaving the frightening sight of their skinless heads. </p><p></p><p>So fearful inspiring was the sight that Borghin and Spiderfang reconsidered their need to be involved in this battle. Although finding the sight disturbing, but not completely horrific, the party quickly dispersed of the threat before they could do any serious harm.</p><p></p><p>Once Borghin and Spiderfang returned to the party they insisted that the whole incident be forgotten. With this said, everyone was ready to keep the search moving to conserve as much daylight as possible. </p><p></p><p>The group now more suspicious of the circling vultures decided to investigate before venturing into the keep. On the way to the distant hill, Borghin’s keen sight spotted what appeared to be a sinkhole. Upon closer inspection of the dark hole, it was thought that this could drop into a dungeon or lower level of the keep. Hunter sneered at the hole in disgust, wanting nothing more then to avoid it altogether.</p><p></p><p>Hunter not particularly interested in spelunking into dark and ominous caverns, offers to hold the rope for anyone else brave enough to jump down. Borghin’s curiosity had been sparked, he readily volunteered and lowered himself down. As he reached the bottom, he noticed that the area was empty. He called up to the group, “It’s all clear down…HELP!!!”</p><p></p><p>Slightly stunned by the sudden change in Borghin’s tone, he began heaving. Borghin was all sorts of spooked as he described a large vine that attempted to latch around him, and how he narrowly made it out alive. Drexel, noticing the parties general concern about handling the situation, recommended that they finish their current task before they take any action. </p><p></p><p>Holden needed no provocation and returned to leading the group towards the site of expected carrion. Reaching the hill that they had seen from a distance, Holden began searching for tracks, although it was now obvious that the vultures were actually circling a little ways off where the base of the hill slowly sloped into the edge of the forest.</p><p></p><p>In the process of Holden trying to identify the tracks that he was able to find, he informed the party that this appeared to be some sort of campsite. They needed no further provocation, and began searching as well. After uncovering a few concealing garbage pits, the group gathered around to examine the obscure findings.</p><p></p><p>As Ziona took her turn picking through the piles of trash, she quickly identified the food as Underdark rations. Her father once a skilled drow warrior had taught her much about her inherited culture, and although had never seen the likes of such food, recognized it immediately.</p><p></p><p>Holden looking perplexed, eyes Ziona and says, “Well drow don’t ride horses.”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly very curious, Holden followed the horse tracks across the top of the hill, and then stops in amazement as all evidence of passage ends abruptly. Shaking his head not knowing what to make of it, he rejoins the others as they move down the hill to find several more disrupted gravesites.</p><p></p><p>Once again with a sigh, Holden rolls up his sleeves and digs into the dirt. This time however, the party finds three partially eaten drow that have been stripped of all belongings. As the other members of the party turn and begin to leave, Ziona kneeled before the disfigured bodies, and said a prayer over their loss.</p><p></p><p>Convinced that they had completely searched the surrounding area, the group returned to the sinkhole containing the foul tempered foliage. Borghin began tying the rope around his stocky midsection once again. Amidst his endless complaining about the danger to his personal well being, Spiderfang took action.</p><p></p><p>Using the slippers of the Spiderfang, given to him when by the previous incarnation of the vigilante alias, he began walking down the wall inside the pit. A miraculous site to the others, Spiderfang stood straight off the side the wall, while facing the ground. He began slowly waving his enchanted fists around, using their magical fire to light the corners of the room. Several uncomfortable moments passed as everyone waited for the anticipated attack. </p><p></p><p>Finally the wait was over, the deadly vine lurking below lashed out and attempted to rip the intruder from his perch on the rocky wall. Yet, Spiderfang’s magical slippers would not release him from the wall, and the vine began to pull harder.</p><p></p><p>In the open air above the sinkhole, hiding behind an averagely mundane appearance was a powerful and resourceful wizard. Drexel the son of half-fiend wasn’t about to be waylaid by a plant. He reached into his pack and pulled forth a vile of acid, poring it across the vine. Although the acid wasn’t strong enough to break its hold on Spiderfang, it certainly was effective.</p><p></p><p>Borghin and Roughner jumped down into the pit while Ziona summoned a Celestial Badger to gnaw through the feisty weed.</p><p>Holden brought the battle to a flashy ending when he; dove into the sinkhole, severing the vine with his greatsword, and broke into a roll as he landed unharmed.</p><p></p><p>-------------------------------------------</p><p>Isn't Galtah's Roost supposed to be haunted? Tune in again next week and find out...</p><p>-------------------------------------------</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xaltar, post: 2291, member: 480"] ------------------------------------------- Session 1 - Part 4: Digging in the Dirt... ------------------------------------------- The party continued to travel without event, arriving in the vicinity of the dwarven town Glen during late afternoon. The group halted for a moment to discuss their plans for the night. Roughner felt that he could handle another sweet glass of wine, but wasn’t likely to find any in Glen, and therefore refused to enter town. Borghin was reluctant to enter as well; his lack of the typical industrious dwarven attitude had made him an unpopular visitor in the past. He had no intention of becoming the stereotypical dwarven miner or stonemason, and had a tendency to become very stubborn when it was thrown in his face. He was determined that he would not become a ‘nobody’ like his father, and Glen reminded him far too much of his home. With those opinions stated, none felt the need to argue, so they setup camp off the side of the road. As they had expected, none dared to accost them throughout the night while in such proximity to town. The following morning, the group hastily covered the remaining distance of their journey and arrived at Galath’s Roost. As the dilapidated structure came into view, they noticed that the cracked and vine covered stone building was surrounded by what was once a moat, but is now nothing more then a bramble filled ravine. Holden, taking charge and full advantage of his wilderness talents, lead the party forward to the Roost. As they approached the crumbling keep, it was evident that the moat could be easily crossed since a portion had been filled with dirt. This makeshift bridge led to what appeared to have once been the front gate. As the party began to draw their weapons and investigate, they turned to notice that Holden was already moving away from the entrance. Reluctantly, they followed the skilled ranger as he continued to investigate the perimeter of the ravine before charging inside. In the distance to the south, Holden noted that scavenger birds were circling over a small hill near the border of the surrounding forest. He informed the rest of the party and they agreed that they would check it out later. Upon reaching the front of the keep on the far side, Holden’s sharp eye noticed some tracks on the ground. Looking closer, he found that there were some faint booted tracks that had been nearly covered by a large number of animal tracks. These tracks appeared to be somewhat canine, and while Holden told the group that it was most likely wolves, he actually feared it to be worgs. The party soon found the reason for all of the traffic in this area. Nearing the woods on the west side of the keep were three graves. They should have been unmarked, but were clearly evident due to the fact that portions of the bodies were unearthed and the flesh had been ravaged from the bone. Holden rolled up his sleeves and dug into the soft dirt, pulling forth the uneaten portions of the corpses. It was apparent that each body was of a human male in their mid-twenties, and not a single one bore the remnants of any clothing. Slightly disturbed, and preparing for the worst, the party drew their weapons. Holden wiped the dirt from his hands a began tracking the paw prints back to a lair that had been dug under a large hedge that had gone unkempt near the edge of the barren moat. As he approached, four aggressive canine creatures sprang forth. With their gnarled teeth and gray and tan spotted fur, these animals looked like a cross between a wolf and a leopard. When it was evident that these humans were not going to withdraw from their den, all four of the beasts did something that can only be described as ‘unnatural’. The party stared in awe as these dog-like monsters pulled back the flesh from their faces leaving the frightening sight of their skinless heads. So fearful inspiring was the sight that Borghin and Spiderfang reconsidered their need to be involved in this battle. Although finding the sight disturbing, but not completely horrific, the party quickly dispersed of the threat before they could do any serious harm. Once Borghin and Spiderfang returned to the party they insisted that the whole incident be forgotten. With this said, everyone was ready to keep the search moving to conserve as much daylight as possible. The group now more suspicious of the circling vultures decided to investigate before venturing into the keep. On the way to the distant hill, Borghin’s keen sight spotted what appeared to be a sinkhole. Upon closer inspection of the dark hole, it was thought that this could drop into a dungeon or lower level of the keep. Hunter sneered at the hole in disgust, wanting nothing more then to avoid it altogether. Hunter not particularly interested in spelunking into dark and ominous caverns, offers to hold the rope for anyone else brave enough to jump down. Borghin’s curiosity had been sparked, he readily volunteered and lowered himself down. As he reached the bottom, he noticed that the area was empty. He called up to the group, “It’s all clear down…HELP!!!” Slightly stunned by the sudden change in Borghin’s tone, he began heaving. Borghin was all sorts of spooked as he described a large vine that attempted to latch around him, and how he narrowly made it out alive. Drexel, noticing the parties general concern about handling the situation, recommended that they finish their current task before they take any action. Holden needed no provocation and returned to leading the group towards the site of expected carrion. Reaching the hill that they had seen from a distance, Holden began searching for tracks, although it was now obvious that the vultures were actually circling a little ways off where the base of the hill slowly sloped into the edge of the forest. In the process of Holden trying to identify the tracks that he was able to find, he informed the party that this appeared to be some sort of campsite. They needed no further provocation, and began searching as well. After uncovering a few concealing garbage pits, the group gathered around to examine the obscure findings. As Ziona took her turn picking through the piles of trash, she quickly identified the food as Underdark rations. Her father once a skilled drow warrior had taught her much about her inherited culture, and although had never seen the likes of such food, recognized it immediately. Holden looking perplexed, eyes Ziona and says, “Well drow don’t ride horses.” Suddenly very curious, Holden followed the horse tracks across the top of the hill, and then stops in amazement as all evidence of passage ends abruptly. Shaking his head not knowing what to make of it, he rejoins the others as they move down the hill to find several more disrupted gravesites. Once again with a sigh, Holden rolls up his sleeves and digs into the dirt. This time however, the party finds three partially eaten drow that have been stripped of all belongings. As the other members of the party turn and begin to leave, Ziona kneeled before the disfigured bodies, and said a prayer over their loss. Convinced that they had completely searched the surrounding area, the group returned to the sinkhole containing the foul tempered foliage. Borghin began tying the rope around his stocky midsection once again. Amidst his endless complaining about the danger to his personal well being, Spiderfang took action. Using the slippers of the Spiderfang, given to him when by the previous incarnation of the vigilante alias, he began walking down the wall inside the pit. A miraculous site to the others, Spiderfang stood straight off the side the wall, while facing the ground. He began slowly waving his enchanted fists around, using their magical fire to light the corners of the room. Several uncomfortable moments passed as everyone waited for the anticipated attack. Finally the wait was over, the deadly vine lurking below lashed out and attempted to rip the intruder from his perch on the rocky wall. Yet, Spiderfang’s magical slippers would not release him from the wall, and the vine began to pull harder. In the open air above the sinkhole, hiding behind an averagely mundane appearance was a powerful and resourceful wizard. Drexel the son of half-fiend wasn’t about to be waylaid by a plant. He reached into his pack and pulled forth a vile of acid, poring it across the vine. Although the acid wasn’t strong enough to break its hold on Spiderfang, it certainly was effective. Borghin and Roughner jumped down into the pit while Ziona summoned a Celestial Badger to gnaw through the feisty weed. Holden brought the battle to a flashy ending when he; dove into the sinkhole, severing the vine with his greatsword, and broke into a roll as he landed unharmed. ------------------------------------------- Isn't Galtah's Roost supposed to be haunted? Tune in again next week and find out... ------------------------------------------- [/QUOTE]
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