Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 4- The Second Invasion)

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

OOC: Bardic Knowledge Check to see if she recognizes the creature or knows anything more about it.

“See…” Points out the bruised Gnome, “Isn’t this a much safer vantage point.” She watches in blatant awe as the ‘Lord’ claws its way out of its earthly prison. Her body unconsciously begins to fly a bit a higher as the hellish beast comes into full view before the two of them. May the gods have mercy on our souls… mumbles Caramip as she watches the creature rumble its way down the coast is search for death and destruction.

As the rest of the group begins to head out, she smiles warmly towards Silas and says, “We almost didn’t. But we’re good now.”

For the remainder of the trip, Caramip strings a comforting song across her lyre.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas rides as uncomfortably as he ever does, musing as he goes. "Sooo...." he begins. "Are we heading home, then? I must say, I can't imagine how the orcs could even begin to fight against that. And that worries me. What's going to happen when that thing fills its belly on orcs and finds it's still hungry. I think we should return home and send a warning to the elves, though I think that we are in greater danger."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: Caramip doesn't recognize the creature, as he's never heard of such a thing before. Perhaps it is unique to this world.

 

[Fenris]

OOC: Caramip doesn't recognize the creature, as he's never heard of such a thing before. Perhaps it is unique to this world.

OOC: Ha!

I am assuming that we are headed back to New Dorinth. We can send a message to the elves once we get there (unless it's not too far out of the way). And I say we move for speed.

/OOC


Dartis turns to Silas "What greater danger are we in my friend? That beast is headed to the orcs. While yes, soon enough it may eliminate the orcs and move onto other prey, we knew that danger when we opened the prison. But Varel said that the indication were that the beast could only rampage for a short time, then it must slumber again. Besides" adds Dartis "If it comes our way, we'll tie a pig to Barok and have him lead the beast to Tallione!" laughs Dartis.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The party checks their supplies and begins to make the way back home, although once they are out of range of the orc settlement that is being demolished they see little signs of life as they make their way through the frigid mountains. Several times different party members are forced to shove snow or slivers of ice into their waterskins and also to keep the containers close to their bodies in order to thaw out their drinking water. Gradually the dull, gray sky and barren terrain gives way to greener and more temperate climes which does much for morale. Nikolos is in the best mood, since not only has he begun to translate his first two crystals but he has also started on the next two. One crystal seems to be a history book about how the winged elves came to the world from a place called Celestia, another book is on world flora, a third on recipes dealing with herbs and fruit, while a fourth is a rather dry bit of detail on the Avariel political structure.

Silas, Nikolos, and Caramip are excitedly discussing their finds as the party enters the Silver Forest and so it is Barok and Conn that first give a hushed warning that silences everyone in the group. Everyone strains their ears in an attempt to detect that which has so alerted the barbarian and rogue. The light of the forest seems to grow dimmer as the party hears a light singing, almost a chanting that seems to come from all around them; from behind large rock, tree, and bush. Dartis' sharp eyes sees a quick flutter of gentle wings as a foot tall humanoid-like creature darts from behind one pine to another as a tiny, and cruel-sounding snicker escapes from it. Suddenly Ventus sways, but catches himself as a wave of unexplainable exhaustion almost causes him to fall asleep.

Dorinthians know that sometimes there are fey-like creatures that are neutral or at least as a general rule mean no harm to mankind, such as the dryads. But for every such race there are at least two or three others of the fey races that practice darker things: taking the breath of a child, cursing a man with the sleep of ages, or causing travelers to lose their way.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas tries to keep the fey creature in sight. Finally, however, he calls out to the creature. "Hello, Good Neighbor! Would you care to share the trail with some travellers? Or perhaps you'd like to share a bit of bread and some wine?"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashearth

Oblivious to her surrounds by being completely engrossed in her conversation with Silas and Nik, Caramip fails to notice anything out of the ordinary. It is not until Ventus almost completely falls off his horse that she finally tears her attention away from her talks. “What-what happen? Are you alright?” She asks caringly.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

A small voice calls out from the tree, "No tall one, we do not want your hospitality. We want you to drop your arms and surrender for you will be tried by our queen for the crime you have committed. You will answer to her court for your foolishness. The Lord of the Mountain is awake after we worked so hard those ages ago for him to be otherwise."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashearth

“Oh this can’t be good.” Mumbles the Gnome as she looks back to Nik and then towards the surrounding trees.

OOC: Bardic Knowledge Check on Fay people and their high court system.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas looks uncertainly at Dartis then back towards the elusive fey. "Surely, we will be glad to speak before your queen and explain why the elves had us do this thing." Silas will allow his weapons to be collected by any of the fey creatures who step forward.