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Korb had recruited her in Halfast some ten months before and from there they had gone to Thessingcourt and met with Saeff, who had been an old acquaintance of Korb’s, and Felt. Together they recruited the brigands. Their objective had been simple. Infiltrate the Foeldians and use them as...

In short time we filled Raedemass in on our activities within the bandits encampment. She, unfortunately, had no news on the exact whereabouts of Polema and Korb, however she did confirm that Felt, Saeff’s bodyguard (obviously she had not done a particularly good job) should be in her room...

It took several minutes for the general stink to dissipate, but no one went near Argonne. His only salvation would be a long bath. Argonne coughed and spluttered as his eyes watered, “Perhaps I’ll put him in my pack.” So he unshouldered it and gently placed the Zwingly inside...

Chapter 12 – Skunks, Intrigues, Invasions and a Flurry of Feathers It was after midnight and the thick layer of cloud aided our cautious approach to the hidden entrance of the brigands lair. We stood assembled before the cave, and after several reassuring glances between us, moved in...

Congratulations Lazybones! I decided to pick up a new story hour so I read your post from today. I really enjoyed it, so much so that I just finished reading your first post in this story hour. Absolutely fantastic job! Now I just have to find time to keep reading to catch up.

He lifted his ancient head and regarded us carefully with his deep brown eyes. His crusty lips opened and he tried to speak, although it sounded more like his throat was clearing. “Thank you for freeing me.” He rasped. Argonne was immediately by his side and providing a supporting...

Over the last few months, perhaps since we originally had left Halfast, Argonne had been feeling that he was somehow in tune with the world. He said that it was as if he felt all the living things around him and he knew when things were not as they should be. As the weeks passed the feelings...

As one the bows of the Hydra were nocked, shafts were loosed into the vines. Unfortunately they seemed to have little effect, for the vines at the base of the menhir scrambled away and cleared a space. They revealed a most unusual sight, if the vines actions in themselves were not unusual...

We spent several hours searching the cave system. It was not brigands lair as we had guessed. Within what was the Forest Trolls adobe we found several crumbling pillars that were etched with strange runes and words. Argonne surprised us all when he translated it for us. He could not explain how...

We found him soon after, charred, burnt and in shock. He mumbled something about being attacked by something from within a tree. “Arms came out of the tree!” he spouted excitedly. “They tried to drag me into the tree but I managed to fight them off.” “Then a horrible tree like face...

Quick as a flash my friends’ weapons were drawn and they charged off through the trees to aid Moxadder. I entered a clearing to see my companions in close quarters with several armed men. Just beyond them was the source of the smoke, a huge pyre had been built and the smoke that it made...

It was a bright a warm morning on the fifteenth of High Summer when the Hydra set off to learn the origin of the dead men that Moxadder had found. We crossed Cel with the rising sun just beginning to creep over the seemingly endless forest. Moxadder was quick to find the corpses, now...

Our journey to Montfort continued along the dusty and barren roads of Guerney. Due to the oppressive heat Burn was never a good month to travel, yet because of the timing of our journey thankfully we met few travellers and experienced no hostilities. We rested in villages and hamlets when we...

Chapter 11 – Home Sweet Home The night passed uneasily for me. The crash of waves against the timber hull and the constant lurching of the vessel had me somewhat fearful. It did not help that the thoughts that plagued me were of our cowardly flight. I too had been keen to leave Halfast...

He spied me and strode purposefully to my seat, caring not a jot for the attention that he drew to himself. “Gerard!” he hissed. Inwardly I shuddered. Why was it that my companions continued to use my given name when they addressed me? “Sir Gerard” or “Sir d’Montfort” was how they should...

For those of you that were reading, and hopefully enjoying the tales of Sir Gerard d'Montfort, I apologise for the significant delay in posting. Once again I will try to post more often. For those of you that may not have read about Sir Gerard, please start at the beginning, which as they...

The following glorious day, in what was becoming a routine, I woke late and prepared myself for yet another combat. My opponent was to be none other than the newest Hydra, Zhontell. He had easily defeated a wizard of some repute by amazingly withstanding his magic assaults before shooting the...

A fat little page boy puffed his way through the overcrowded tavern to our table. “Milordth.” he lisped in salutation as he took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his pig like brow, “Milorth, the Black Lordth have eathily defeated Harbringer. You are drawn to fight them on the ‘morrow.”...

The next minute or two are somewhat a blur. Estrangular planted huge shields, each five feet tall, in the sand before them creating an impenetrable barrier for the arrows that rained down from each of the Hydra. Seeing the lack of effect, only my crossbow bolt scored a strike and the...

Nice review. I recently finishing running a couple of players through this, and the characters were under powered (based on the recommended character levels) but they did will to get through it. I really enjoyed the module, it was well thought out, had some nice clever challenges and provided...