I forgot to post the entry from Rogar's diary for Session 9, the last fight with the Orcs for the Slaying Stone and the return to Treona's Tower.
Here it is-
<session 09>
<the following pages are slightly blood-stained and feature a few poor drawings of the Slaying Stone>
I no longer hate rats, sure they are dirty and bitey, but they don’t hold a candle to Orcs!
I hate Orcs. While we travelled back to Treona’s tower, a group of the Severed Eye Orcs ambushed us. I guess we where happy with our victory over Hu-Jat and how the Goblins had fled; we must have become complacent. Can’t let that happen. I worry about falling into paranoia, but now that we are adventurers... we should act like them. Me and Maldor can keep watches, do scouting ahead and behind the group, keep this from happening again... for this time we almost died!
The Orcs came at us from all sides, with slashing Falchions, crushing Morningstars (even Resolute would have had to use them two-handed, yet these Orcs weilded them with a shield) and to make things worse, two leaders. The leaders where a Shaman wearing a wolf-pelt and calling on spirit-wolves and lighting to harm us, and a bulky one wearing what looked like plate made from the carapace of some giant beetle or even... an Umber Hulk.
Despite our poor traveling discipline, we reacted swiftly to the new threat. Our first and largest descision was calling out to Drake to use the Slaying Stone! But this wasn’t Drake’s nature and he was mostly surrounded by Orcs, so he passed the stone onto Neb. The Orcs saw Drake as an easy target (pretty true, need to talk to him, see if we can presuade him to wear heavier armour). Indeed, Drake was bashed to the ground in this fight and could well have died! I took my own healing potion though and fed it to him, bringing him back and he returned the favour with a great burst of magical healing that I think helped all but one of us.
Neb, took the slaying stone and used magic to swiftly move atop a huge nearby rock. From this perch and held the Slaying Stone in his hand and pointed it towards the heavily armoured Orc leader. I was expecting more you know? A clash of thunder, a giant gout of purple flame, the spirits of the old Tielfling empire to rise up or something; but Neb simple pointed, spoke ‘die!’ and there was a little spark from the stone. The Orc leader then abruptly fell forward onto his face and that was it! Neb let me hold the stone afterwards. I hadn’t touched it before, a bit afraid to be honest, not scared of it effecting me, but on what it might do to others. Now it’s just a rock though. A little larger than my sling-stones, but small enough to use, if I wished. I’ve made a few drawings here, but it’s just a round rock with a worn rune.
Anyway, with the Orc’s leader felled, with the stone used, I expected a change in their actions and tactics, but they carried on fighting. Maybe they where too dumb to realise what had changed?
The death of the enemy leader and Drake’s magical healing quickly changed our tactics, that’s for sure We beat back the remaining Orcs, and while the one with morningstars and shields became enraged as they fought, the tide has turned. Hoyt spent a little time slipping his bonds, if we had needed to, we could have secured him but this way was for the best as he kept his mind clear of the wererat influence and stabbed Orcs by our side. He could have givven in, he could have run, but he didn’t. This is a good sign that he wants to change and live on.
I still need to work on my aim, keep from hesitating when fighting these savage humanoids, for the enemey will not be holding back. I feel I’m pulling my weight, but I need to do more, risk more to gain more. We will see. At the end of this fight, when only two Orcs remained, I slipped past one, rushed 25’ over rough ground then clambered 10’ up the Orc fighting Neb... then just fluffed the attack and bounced off his falchion. Still, we where down the to clean up at this point and Resolute grabbed the Orc by the ankles and brought it down to the rock and then the ground, knocking it unconscious for (fruitless) questioning. The very last Orc tries to run, but against Maldor that’s a losing game and is run down.
The Orcs carried coins, quite an impressive haul in the leader’s case, but nothing else of value. There was a scrap of paper bearing the name ‘Dreus’ upon the leader, this must be the same Dreus who was part of the magical cabal from Kiris Dahn; how was he involved with this? He had apparently ‘done something bad’ but did this run into hiring Orcs to do his bidding?
The Orcish bodies where piled up and Neb cheerfully burned them to ash.
The survivor tells us nothing of interest. Apparently the Wolf-Shaman led the group in tracking and travelling and the other leader dealt with everything else. Jeb suggests that we should release this Orc, so that it can spread the tale of our group and make us infamous among the savage Humanoids. I’m against this, but I am far from the leader is the band and somehow the Orc is released... but neither Maldor nor Neb will stand for that and both vy for taking out the fleeing Orc; It’s a magic missile that does the job though... and I can see in Drake’s expression that he is really, really hating this. Hopefully we will get the chance to talk with him and see if the adventurer’s path is really his way.
We travel on for a little while, then setup camp early in a small grove of trees, the rest where not happy to move on without a rest, considering the beating we had taken with Hu-Jat and these Orcs. I was still pretty fresh, so I told the others and went a’hunting.
Oh, it was good to be out on my own. I had forgotten the freedom, the openness when it’s just you in the wilderness. Part of me wanted to walk on, but it was only a small part. I do like this group and … I love the adventure. Freedom is a small price to pay.
The hunting seems a world easier than the last time; on the way out I bag a pair of nice rabbits, which is nice but on the way back I locate a foraging wild boar! It’s almost my size and it’s got a wicked pair of tusks, but I managed to sneak up right behind it and took it down with a sequence of well-timed blows. Took a while to drag the thing back to camp, but how their faces lit up when I did... that made up for it.
Day 05)
Well rested and well fed, it was in the early morning when we set off again. The journey was uneventful and in the early afternoon when we reached where we started: Treona’s tower.
Treona is happy (and not surprised) to see us again. She wants to know about the Slaying Stone but we say the Stone isn’t a problem and tell her the full story from the beginning and crossing the river. She is apprecitive and when it comes to the use of the Slaying Stone she nods her head softly. The important thing is that the Stone was not used for evil and Treona is acceptant of that. When we got to the parts with Hoyt (and brought in Hoyt to stand before Treona) Treona visably... softened. This is something I may never understand, it doesn’t fit with my training at the monestary nor the adventurer’s way. Still, not my place to judge.
Treona is okay with our use of the Stone, and overjoyed that we brought Hoyt back safely. Hoyt is embrassed for his affliction, but looks to use hopefully for curing him and looks to Treona for the future. Turns out Treona’s tower has a secure room, so there is a safe place for Hoyt here.
Treona takes the depleated Slaying Stone and rewards us with a magical bag! It weighs a single pound, yet can hold up to 200lbs of weight! It’s got a nice drawstring closure so it can open up to a foot wide. Also, I give up the Silver dagger that I took from Triffic. It’s a piece of Kiris Dahn history and Treona seems happy to take it, offering a pair of magical gloves in return; Neb takes these and crows how they will be useful for him fighting creatures resistant to his fire.
When we showed Treona the wooden case that the Stone had orginally been contained in... something special happened (I use the word ‘special’ as I really don’t know if this was a good or bad thing). The Stirge eggs contained within hatched! I have such disgust for these things, these half-repile, half-insect abberations; yet Jeb seems at home with them. He let the warped things stab their snouts into him and feeds on his blood. A dim relocation of something Bith said springs to mind, how a parent-Stirge lets their new-born young feed on them, forming a parental-bond. I remeber this as they are a good target at that time... but Jeb seems willing to cope with the blood loss and seems happy to try and training the Stirge to be some type of pet.
Is there is a single member of this band that I do not worry for? I think only Neb, and that may be how forgettable he is.
One Stirge is left with Treona, although she doesn’t seem impressed. Jeb keeps the other with him, swaddled in his clothing.
Treona’s last gift is a great one. Powerful, protective and enough for everyone! Apparently some folks called the Shadowchain Dwarves commisioned a set of six amulets of protection with the same design (a gray chain with a solid link engraved with the protective runes). She generiously gave up all these amulets to us, as the Dwarves never claimed them. Useful and, well, it shows that we are in this together.
We also asked Treona about Dreus and Channoa. She clearly knows more about Channoa than she wanted to say, but we didn’t pry. Dreus was another matter. Treona thinks that Dreus is dangerious and needs to be found before he does something that threatens other people.
She described him as: Oldish (fourties?), human with black hair and generally wearing black clothes (nothing wrong with that. It goes with everything). He spent most of his life in Fallcrest and one the first day of the shadow over Fallcrest, he left Kiris Dahn, quite possibly to return to Fallcrest. One Two last things: He has strong moods, often swinging between them and... he was known as a teller of stories, fond of being listened too. If we find him and can keep our interest secret, this is a good way to get to know him.
Day 06)
I write this by the light of my everburning torch, at the highest window in Treona’s tower. I found it hard to set aside time to write as... so little has happened in the last day and a half.
After we talked with Treona, exhanged the items and made plans. There was nothing left to do. Living without the constant worries of Gorrizbad or the hardships of the road seems different and strange. After a while, Drake offered to help Treona with any mundane tasks she had, Resolute immeaditely leapt up to help with anything fitting his strength. I joined in a moment later and the others followed.
We helped clean the place, dig the garden, repair the bridge a little, make a large cage for the Stirgeling, move some furniture, fix a door that sticks. I even ended up on the roof to re-set some loose slates. Neb and Jeb also helped Treona with some magical things that I couldn’t make head nor tail of.
The evening meal was all the more tasty and filling from having worked for it. After dinner, I suggested setting a watch; the others nodded and discussed it while Treona looked at us like we were insane. If we are, I don’t want to change.
The next day was more of the same: odd jobs, repairs, preperations. I write this from the highest window in Treona’s tower as I am on watch.
Day 07)
Breakfast is the last of the boar, with eggs and bread. Treona, Neb and Jeb have shown us what they where working on. It’s a copy of the Slaying Stone! Same size, shape, colour and they assured us that it has a magical aura/signature similar to the real thing. And as the stone will only work near Kiris Dahn, it’s can’t be tested and proved wrong. This does mean we have to be quiet about our adventure for now, or atleast the part about how we used the Slaying Stone.
Hoyt has improved well over the last couple of days. Free of his self-inflicted confinement in Gorrizbad and hearing our offers to help him (and Treona’s presence, that’s for sure) he looks and acts so much stronger and more confident. He will travel with us to Fallcrest so that we may better cure him of his affliction.
Now we set off for Fallcrest. Will we be sneaking about, hidden from the honest folk of this fair town? Will we be returning conquerors, toasted in every tavern? Or will we be something else?
Only time will tell. Time will tell.
Comment: actually it was maldor who received the Gloves of Piercing.
Here it is-
<session 09>
<the following pages are slightly blood-stained and feature a few poor drawings of the Slaying Stone>
I no longer hate rats, sure they are dirty and bitey, but they don’t hold a candle to Orcs!
I hate Orcs. While we travelled back to Treona’s tower, a group of the Severed Eye Orcs ambushed us. I guess we where happy with our victory over Hu-Jat and how the Goblins had fled; we must have become complacent. Can’t let that happen. I worry about falling into paranoia, but now that we are adventurers... we should act like them. Me and Maldor can keep watches, do scouting ahead and behind the group, keep this from happening again... for this time we almost died!
The Orcs came at us from all sides, with slashing Falchions, crushing Morningstars (even Resolute would have had to use them two-handed, yet these Orcs weilded them with a shield) and to make things worse, two leaders. The leaders where a Shaman wearing a wolf-pelt and calling on spirit-wolves and lighting to harm us, and a bulky one wearing what looked like plate made from the carapace of some giant beetle or even... an Umber Hulk.
Despite our poor traveling discipline, we reacted swiftly to the new threat. Our first and largest descision was calling out to Drake to use the Slaying Stone! But this wasn’t Drake’s nature and he was mostly surrounded by Orcs, so he passed the stone onto Neb. The Orcs saw Drake as an easy target (pretty true, need to talk to him, see if we can presuade him to wear heavier armour). Indeed, Drake was bashed to the ground in this fight and could well have died! I took my own healing potion though and fed it to him, bringing him back and he returned the favour with a great burst of magical healing that I think helped all but one of us.
Neb, took the slaying stone and used magic to swiftly move atop a huge nearby rock. From this perch and held the Slaying Stone in his hand and pointed it towards the heavily armoured Orc leader. I was expecting more you know? A clash of thunder, a giant gout of purple flame, the spirits of the old Tielfling empire to rise up or something; but Neb simple pointed, spoke ‘die!’ and there was a little spark from the stone. The Orc leader then abruptly fell forward onto his face and that was it! Neb let me hold the stone afterwards. I hadn’t touched it before, a bit afraid to be honest, not scared of it effecting me, but on what it might do to others. Now it’s just a rock though. A little larger than my sling-stones, but small enough to use, if I wished. I’ve made a few drawings here, but it’s just a round rock with a worn rune.
Anyway, with the Orc’s leader felled, with the stone used, I expected a change in their actions and tactics, but they carried on fighting. Maybe they where too dumb to realise what had changed?
The death of the enemy leader and Drake’s magical healing quickly changed our tactics, that’s for sure We beat back the remaining Orcs, and while the one with morningstars and shields became enraged as they fought, the tide has turned. Hoyt spent a little time slipping his bonds, if we had needed to, we could have secured him but this way was for the best as he kept his mind clear of the wererat influence and stabbed Orcs by our side. He could have givven in, he could have run, but he didn’t. This is a good sign that he wants to change and live on.
I still need to work on my aim, keep from hesitating when fighting these savage humanoids, for the enemey will not be holding back. I feel I’m pulling my weight, but I need to do more, risk more to gain more. We will see. At the end of this fight, when only two Orcs remained, I slipped past one, rushed 25’ over rough ground then clambered 10’ up the Orc fighting Neb... then just fluffed the attack and bounced off his falchion. Still, we where down the to clean up at this point and Resolute grabbed the Orc by the ankles and brought it down to the rock and then the ground, knocking it unconscious for (fruitless) questioning. The very last Orc tries to run, but against Maldor that’s a losing game and is run down.
The Orcs carried coins, quite an impressive haul in the leader’s case, but nothing else of value. There was a scrap of paper bearing the name ‘Dreus’ upon the leader, this must be the same Dreus who was part of the magical cabal from Kiris Dahn; how was he involved with this? He had apparently ‘done something bad’ but did this run into hiring Orcs to do his bidding?
The Orcish bodies where piled up and Neb cheerfully burned them to ash.
The survivor tells us nothing of interest. Apparently the Wolf-Shaman led the group in tracking and travelling and the other leader dealt with everything else. Jeb suggests that we should release this Orc, so that it can spread the tale of our group and make us infamous among the savage Humanoids. I’m against this, but I am far from the leader is the band and somehow the Orc is released... but neither Maldor nor Neb will stand for that and both vy for taking out the fleeing Orc; It’s a magic missile that does the job though... and I can see in Drake’s expression that he is really, really hating this. Hopefully we will get the chance to talk with him and see if the adventurer’s path is really his way.
We travel on for a little while, then setup camp early in a small grove of trees, the rest where not happy to move on without a rest, considering the beating we had taken with Hu-Jat and these Orcs. I was still pretty fresh, so I told the others and went a’hunting.
Oh, it was good to be out on my own. I had forgotten the freedom, the openness when it’s just you in the wilderness. Part of me wanted to walk on, but it was only a small part. I do like this group and … I love the adventure. Freedom is a small price to pay.
The hunting seems a world easier than the last time; on the way out I bag a pair of nice rabbits, which is nice but on the way back I locate a foraging wild boar! It’s almost my size and it’s got a wicked pair of tusks, but I managed to sneak up right behind it and took it down with a sequence of well-timed blows. Took a while to drag the thing back to camp, but how their faces lit up when I did... that made up for it.
Day 05)
Well rested and well fed, it was in the early morning when we set off again. The journey was uneventful and in the early afternoon when we reached where we started: Treona’s tower.
Treona is happy (and not surprised) to see us again. She wants to know about the Slaying Stone but we say the Stone isn’t a problem and tell her the full story from the beginning and crossing the river. She is apprecitive and when it comes to the use of the Slaying Stone she nods her head softly. The important thing is that the Stone was not used for evil and Treona is acceptant of that. When we got to the parts with Hoyt (and brought in Hoyt to stand before Treona) Treona visably... softened. This is something I may never understand, it doesn’t fit with my training at the monestary nor the adventurer’s way. Still, not my place to judge.
Treona is okay with our use of the Stone, and overjoyed that we brought Hoyt back safely. Hoyt is embrassed for his affliction, but looks to use hopefully for curing him and looks to Treona for the future. Turns out Treona’s tower has a secure room, so there is a safe place for Hoyt here.
Treona takes the depleated Slaying Stone and rewards us with a magical bag! It weighs a single pound, yet can hold up to 200lbs of weight! It’s got a nice drawstring closure so it can open up to a foot wide. Also, I give up the Silver dagger that I took from Triffic. It’s a piece of Kiris Dahn history and Treona seems happy to take it, offering a pair of magical gloves in return; Neb takes these and crows how they will be useful for him fighting creatures resistant to his fire.
When we showed Treona the wooden case that the Stone had orginally been contained in... something special happened (I use the word ‘special’ as I really don’t know if this was a good or bad thing). The Stirge eggs contained within hatched! I have such disgust for these things, these half-repile, half-insect abberations; yet Jeb seems at home with them. He let the warped things stab their snouts into him and feeds on his blood. A dim relocation of something Bith said springs to mind, how a parent-Stirge lets their new-born young feed on them, forming a parental-bond. I remeber this as they are a good target at that time... but Jeb seems willing to cope with the blood loss and seems happy to try and training the Stirge to be some type of pet.
Is there is a single member of this band that I do not worry for? I think only Neb, and that may be how forgettable he is.
One Stirge is left with Treona, although she doesn’t seem impressed. Jeb keeps the other with him, swaddled in his clothing.
Treona’s last gift is a great one. Powerful, protective and enough for everyone! Apparently some folks called the Shadowchain Dwarves commisioned a set of six amulets of protection with the same design (a gray chain with a solid link engraved with the protective runes). She generiously gave up all these amulets to us, as the Dwarves never claimed them. Useful and, well, it shows that we are in this together.
We also asked Treona about Dreus and Channoa. She clearly knows more about Channoa than she wanted to say, but we didn’t pry. Dreus was another matter. Treona thinks that Dreus is dangerious and needs to be found before he does something that threatens other people.
She described him as: Oldish (fourties?), human with black hair and generally wearing black clothes (nothing wrong with that. It goes with everything). He spent most of his life in Fallcrest and one the first day of the shadow over Fallcrest, he left Kiris Dahn, quite possibly to return to Fallcrest. One Two last things: He has strong moods, often swinging between them and... he was known as a teller of stories, fond of being listened too. If we find him and can keep our interest secret, this is a good way to get to know him.
Day 06)
I write this by the light of my everburning torch, at the highest window in Treona’s tower. I found it hard to set aside time to write as... so little has happened in the last day and a half.
After we talked with Treona, exhanged the items and made plans. There was nothing left to do. Living without the constant worries of Gorrizbad or the hardships of the road seems different and strange. After a while, Drake offered to help Treona with any mundane tasks she had, Resolute immeaditely leapt up to help with anything fitting his strength. I joined in a moment later and the others followed.
We helped clean the place, dig the garden, repair the bridge a little, make a large cage for the Stirgeling, move some furniture, fix a door that sticks. I even ended up on the roof to re-set some loose slates. Neb and Jeb also helped Treona with some magical things that I couldn’t make head nor tail of.
The evening meal was all the more tasty and filling from having worked for it. After dinner, I suggested setting a watch; the others nodded and discussed it while Treona looked at us like we were insane. If we are, I don’t want to change.
The next day was more of the same: odd jobs, repairs, preperations. I write this from the highest window in Treona’s tower as I am on watch.
Day 07)
Breakfast is the last of the boar, with eggs and bread. Treona, Neb and Jeb have shown us what they where working on. It’s a copy of the Slaying Stone! Same size, shape, colour and they assured us that it has a magical aura/signature similar to the real thing. And as the stone will only work near Kiris Dahn, it’s can’t be tested and proved wrong. This does mean we have to be quiet about our adventure for now, or atleast the part about how we used the Slaying Stone.
Hoyt has improved well over the last couple of days. Free of his self-inflicted confinement in Gorrizbad and hearing our offers to help him (and Treona’s presence, that’s for sure) he looks and acts so much stronger and more confident. He will travel with us to Fallcrest so that we may better cure him of his affliction.
Now we set off for Fallcrest. Will we be sneaking about, hidden from the honest folk of this fair town? Will we be returning conquerors, toasted in every tavern? Or will we be something else?
Only time will tell. Time will tell.
Comment: actually it was maldor who received the Gloves of Piercing.