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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 166067" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 4, part 1The rain falls down around us in a dense torrent.  All that can be seen of the ship pursuing us is a steadily advancing green glow.  As we cut through the shoulder-high grasses in a direction that we hope will take us back toward Lakeview, a bolt of lightning decimates a tree in the distance.  It is the same tree that the halfling climbed earlier in the day.  At least we have a good idea where we are.A bright red flash splits the sky behind us as some glowing object falls to the ground.The rotting fish floats ominously toward us.  Closer.I see that we will never outrun the ship and drop the body of the warrior before me.  I drop to the ground and hide in the tall grass.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jared, Maialin, Luman, and Father Mehmet do the same.  Seeing that Fruffy can pass through the towering grass without leaving a trail, I tell the kid to run to my house and send him on his way.Virian and Dexerion make a reckless dash away from the ship.  The tracker is with them.I hear the voice of my friend, Jared, echo in my mind: “Let them run; their folly does not have to be ours.”  I look to him and shake my head.Something scuttles through the wet foliage somewhere beside me, moving quickly toward my fleeing companions.The tracker stumbles.  In seconds, a bestial creature is upon him, claws and teeth slashing and snapping at the hapless man.  He wards it off as best he can, but is clearly overpowered.Dexerion continues to run, but Virian turns around to aid the tracker in some manner.  He sings a subtle song, which creates the audible illusion of something large moving through the grass behind the creature.  Regrettably, it is not to be diverted.I whisper to the Sun-Priest, “Can you drive this abomination ahead of us away?”“I sense it is a most unholy creature, but I fear it is beyond my power; it is not undead.”I consider this for a brief second and ask him to keep an eye on the body of Baneir.  I sneak forward to confront the raging monstrosity.The tracker shouts out his last words: “Run!  Save yourselves!”  In an instant, he is shredded by the monster’s claws and tossed aside.I continue my advance.The creature pounces on top of the fallen tracker and rips his throat out.In a fit of rage and nausea, I rush forward to strike the creature, but I cannot land a blow.  In a moment, it does not matter.  The creature seems to melt into the wet sod.  Virian runs forward to meet me.At about that time, the rotting ship flies over my hidden compatriots, its green eyes searching.I dive for cover in the dark stalks of the savannah.  A huge spear arcs through the storm to stand, quivering, in the ground beside the four-armed bard.  It is made completely out of bone.Affixed to the bottom of the ship, two skeletal torsos crank back a massive ballista and load it.Virian picks up the bone spear.  As he does so, maggots crawl out of its porous shaft and onto his own flesh.  He tosses it back toward the floating vessel, but it flies pitifully short of its mark.I run forward to grab the body of the tracker and bolt in the direction that Dexerion has fled.  Virian rushes toward me to help me carry the body.In a flash of lightning, we can see that another airship has approached from the north.  The flying fish has apparently noticed it; the green glow leaves the eyes and the ship changes course to head south.Behind me, I am dimly aware that my friends are also on the move.  I glance back and see that Maialin and Luman are carrying Baneir’s corpse.  Ahead, we are met by Dexerion and Fruff.  Apparently, the little halfling has found a tiny cave on his way to my house and turned back to guide us to it.My angry concern for the youngster almost outweighs my relief.The cave presents a tight crawl for us larger folk, but we manage to get inside of it.  After a short time, it widens out.Unfortunately, there is some animal in here with us.It has tentacular feelers, a pig nose, patches of wild fur, and wide claws.  It is roughly the size of a large hog.  Fruffy knows this animal.  It is a barunburrow.  They are territorial and fierce, when cornered.  I should be concerned, but, given our present situation, I am relieved that this is our only companion.  Between my trail rations, Virian’s fascinating music, and Fruff’s strange chirping and cooing noises, the animal forgets us and curls up to sleep, broken only once, by the rat-thing’s foolish foray into the personal space surrounding the creature.We are safe tonight and rest.</blockquote>

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