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Lloria had sufficient time to dry off and polish her armor before Clan Greeter Rumnaher entered the cave. He declared that Tarsakh 15 was a great day for Clan Ironhelm, as they would hail a new king, then explained to the group how the day would go. Whenever they were ready, they could enter the...

Dermot informed Aerikoth that they had found someone with knowledge of the unexplained spot in the Dragonmere, which was an uncharted smuggler’s port (or pirate town). Rosten, although still dreaming of the riches the map might bring them, noted that their contact could arrange for passage...

A Dwarven Coronation After Rosten had recovered sufficiently, the companions discussed the idea of Aerikoth meeting them in Reddansyr, as the wizard desired to spend an interval studying the magical map provided by the hin; his one teleport spell prepared for that day would not suffice to...

Aerikoth believed Hamish’s grief and anger were misplaced, which his companions agreed with, although Darrow and Lloria observed it was understandable. The companions finished up their meal and decided it was best to go complete their task of re-homing Old Scratch. Outside the cabin, they found...

The wizard returned to the cabin via his magic the morning of Tarsakh 13 and was greeted outside by the barks of Old Hamish’s dog Runner. The hermit welcomed him inside with a smile and mentioned there might be a bit of rabbit stew left for him; the others had evidently been breaking their fast...

As the afternoon sun began to wane, the adventurers debated what exactly to do with their new kitten, which hissed a lot and appeared to have outsized claws. Dermot argued for healing Old Scratch, leaving his kitten form in the area and taking away the cat magic after they got a headstart...

Lloria stepped to the front of the group and absorbed a good amount of punishment on her armor, but gave almost as good as she got; the warrior priest was perhaps constrained by dealing out subdual rather than lethal damage. Rosten flanked the bear to good effect, while Darrow charged in to help...

Apparently lacking anything better to do, the four adventurers decided to follow Dermot to the part of the forest in which the ranger had spotted the gigantic claw marks of Old Scratch. While setting out from Old Hamish’s hut, Rosten managed to trigger one of the hermit’s troll traps still lying...

Rosten then pestered Aerikoth until the wizard retrieved the magic map they possessed and it was displayed it to the group, the hin hoping it would show something of importance to the group. They all eyed the map carefully as it was unrolled on a table, Rosten stroking his hand lovingly over it...

Old Scratch Around midday on Tarsakh 12, Old Hamish let Runner and himself out of the cabin, to see if Dermot had returned to the area from his scouting expedition. The hermit found both the ranger and his dwarven companion Darrow a short distance away, the latter complaining about chigger...

Dermot took Lloria’s hint and silently exited the cabin to do some tracking of potential troll spoor, apparently the ranger’s preference rather than to pass the time with his grumpy companion. Old Hamish then ordered his dog Runner to patrol, explaining that it looked all quiet, but it was good...

By mid-morning on Tarsakh 12, Aerikoth, Dermot, Rosten and Lloria had returned with Old Hamish to his cabin. The grizzled trapper, still favoring his right leg after the hike to the swamp and back, had a grin on his face as he removed a large stone jug from under his bed. He proposed a drink to...

The four adventurers made their way down the slimy stone stairs, the halfling Rosten in the lead, followed closely by Dermot the ranger and Lloria the warrior priest, her normally well-polished armor now decidedly dirty from the swamp. Trailing behind was the mage Aerikoth, whose constitution...

The following morning on Tarsakh 12, Aerikoth teleported back to the cabin entrance and was greeted warily by Old Hamish and his dog Runner, who were out checking the troll traps. The wizard silently acknowledged their presence, then entered the cabin. Surveying his companions inside, he asked...

After a short discussion, Lloria and Aerikoth’s caution and desire for better preparation overrode Rosten’s desire to immediately depart for the troll den. Old Hamish with a chuckle then offered them the dubious comfort of the floor of the cabin for the night, but said they would have to feed...