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<blockquote data-quote="Greyhawk" data-source="post: 4426095" data-attributes="member: 40355"><p><strong>The Witchwood</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">The trail leads past a small cabin in a deep forest glade. A little smoke curls from the fieldstone chimney. Outside the hut, pelts are stretched on circular stands. North, the river can be seen. </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"Well, it looks peaceful enough"; murmurs Elinor. "Let's see if Jor is in" and rides towards the hut, halt, and call out "Hello, we come from Drellin's Ferry and are seeking Jor" </span><a href="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/img/033JorCabin.png" target="_blank"><span style="color: paleturquoise"><img src="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/icon/033JorCabin.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></a><span style="color: paleturquoise"> As Elinor approaches, 3 dogs run out from under the porch, barking and snarling. Limara moves forward to stand alongside Elinor " Arr.. boxers, I like boxers... not attached to my leg mind" she comments as the dogs appear. </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"Ah, lunch" thinks Feng "Call off the dogs, or I will eat them!" he calls and grins. </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">The cabin's door opens, a bearded man steps out. He has a seamed, leathery look to his face and arms, and a big carved knife sits in a sheath strapped to one thigh. "Dont get many visitors out here" he rasps. "Who are you and what d'ya want with me?". He turns and shouts at his dogs "BACK!" </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"We have been sent by Norro of Drellins Ferry to investigate the rash of hobgoblins that is plaguing the region." Elinor tells the recluse "Norro and Soranna told us that you may be able to offer us help and information. Do you have any idea what's bringing them to this region?" continues the paladin "Is something forcing them from their normal environment, or do you think they are on some sort of mission?" </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"No idea..all I know is I HATE em!" growls the woodsman. </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"Well can you point us to where any have been spotted sir?" breaks in Rizzit. Jorr nods "They live up yonder in the Wyrmbones, but it seems like we got a big war party in the forest. Maybe they come down the old forest road, or might be they came by the Skull Gorge. My money's on the Skull Gorge." </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"You say it seems to be a big war party" Limara tells "Jor how many is that roughly.. 10.. 20..50..500 ?? " she pauses " I have a few questions Jor, how long ago was this, just hobgoblins or were there others, are they all on foot, did you see them or are you basing this on tracking ? " She pauses and flashes a brilliant smile at the loner.." Pardon my manners, my name is Limara. I don't mean to bombard you with questions but any information you can give will help us eliminate them quicker. We only have this map, you must know every tree in here... " </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"Hello Mister Jorr. I am the Wizard Nosnibor and this is my Pony Robinson and my pussy Pussy. As much as your misanthropic attitude towards your Hobgoblinoid neighbours does you credit and seems in keeping with your stereotypical 'wildman of the woods' persona perhaps for the good of the community you could facilitate us with more information about the demography, Geography and Lexicography of their place within the local area. Perhaps they have had an effect upon the local ecology?" says Nosnibor before the woodsman has a chance to responding to Limara's questions." he gulps in a lungfull of air and continues "The more information you can give us there more easily my companions... " Glancing roughly in Fengs direction. "... can facilitate their transition to the next plane of existence." </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"You folk sure do speak funny" says Jor looking confused and looks quizzically at The Wizard Nosnibor, then back to Limara "I tracked a group of 20 a day ago, they were North West of here. Looked like they were heading for The Dawn way, to prey on merchants I bet!" </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">"Thank you Jorr, that is the kind of lead we were looking for." says Limara politely "That one sentence has saved us days of searching. Now I know what we are likely to face I can start to form a strategy to battle this foe.." she glances at the map " this footpath, it leads west to the dawn way? Would this route intercept them?" Limara asks the hunter "Now is the time to plan their downfall" she turns to her companions "Twenty is a sizeable raiding group. It probably has two or three big thuggish bosses and maybe a shaman too, what are your thoughts my friends .. How should we approach this ? ..Do we follow their tracks.. We could try to intercept them.. Maybe we should return to inform Norro and then ride out to meet them.. or perhaps we can find a place to ambush them.." She turns back to Jorr "by the way, were they all on foot ?" </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">The Wizard Nosnibor looks at Limara with surprise. "Oh that will be a super change. Let's plan something. Oh do let's!" </span></p><p><a href="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/img/034hydra.png" target="_blank"><span style="color: paleturquoise"><img src="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/icon/034hydra.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></a><span style="color: paleturquoise"> The party travelled owards and soon reached the main Dawn Way. After a while the road narrowed where a wide expanse of dark water has flooded the woodland in this low valley. Trees still portrude from the calm, dark waters here and there, but many large reaches seem to be little more than open pools of algae-choked water. The tril of frogs and the whine of insects fills the air. The forest road leads right down to the edge of the flooded section, up to a rickety-looking causeway made of thick planks of wood lashed together with mossy roap. The wooden causeway runs for several hundred feat through the boggy patch, only a foot or so above the water. </span></p><p><span style="color: paleturquoise">Up ahead you can make out the wreckage of a wagon, lying on its side and half sunk in the flooded forest, about 30 feet from the causeway. Elinor went ahead cautiously, leading her horse and testing the strength of the planking. But the danger came from another quarter. A huge Hydra reared up from the mud and swiftly moved forward to attack the hapless paladin. Swiftly Elinor backed off to prepare her attack while Feng charged to face the beast. The clerics cast magical protections and conjured spiritual weapons which caused wounds to open up on the monster. Meanwhile The Wizard tried (fruitlessly) to strike the creatures with his crossbow bolts, while Rizzit hit it again and again with magical bolts. Then, without apparently and conscious effort, Feng swung into action, two well-placed blows from his great axe and the giant hydra lay spasming in the swap mud.</span> </p><p> </p><p><strong><em>Once again the party had trumphed. </em></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Greyhawk, post: 4426095, member: 40355"] [b]The Witchwood[/b] [COLOR=paleturquoise]The trail leads past a small cabin in a deep forest glade. A little smoke curls from the fieldstone chimney. Outside the hut, pelts are stretched on circular stands. North, the river can be seen. [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"Well, it looks peaceful enough"; murmurs Elinor. "Let's see if Jor is in" and rides towards the hut, halt, and call out "Hello, we come from Drellin's Ferry and are seeking Jor" [/COLOR][URL="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/img/033JorCabin.png"][COLOR=paleturquoise][IMG]http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/icon/033JorCabin.png[/IMG][/COLOR][/URL][COLOR=paleturquoise] As Elinor approaches, 3 dogs run out from under the porch, barking and snarling. Limara moves forward to stand alongside Elinor " Arr.. boxers, I like boxers... not attached to my leg mind" she comments as the dogs appear. [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"Ah, lunch" thinks Feng "Call off the dogs, or I will eat them!" he calls and grins. [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]The cabin's door opens, a bearded man steps out. He has a seamed, leathery look to his face and arms, and a big carved knife sits in a sheath strapped to one thigh. "Dont get many visitors out here" he rasps. "Who are you and what d'ya want with me?". He turns and shouts at his dogs "BACK!" [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"We have been sent by Norro of Drellins Ferry to investigate the rash of hobgoblins that is plaguing the region." Elinor tells the recluse "Norro and Soranna told us that you may be able to offer us help and information. Do you have any idea what's bringing them to this region?" continues the paladin "Is something forcing them from their normal environment, or do you think they are on some sort of mission?" [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"No idea..all I know is I HATE em!" growls the woodsman. [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"Well can you point us to where any have been spotted sir?" breaks in Rizzit. Jorr nods "They live up yonder in the Wyrmbones, but it seems like we got a big war party in the forest. Maybe they come down the old forest road, or might be they came by the Skull Gorge. My money's on the Skull Gorge." [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"You say it seems to be a big war party" Limara tells "Jor how many is that roughly.. 10.. 20..50..500 ?? " she pauses " I have a few questions Jor, how long ago was this, just hobgoblins or were there others, are they all on foot, did you see them or are you basing this on tracking ? " She pauses and flashes a brilliant smile at the loner.." Pardon my manners, my name is Limara. I don't mean to bombard you with questions but any information you can give will help us eliminate them quicker. We only have this map, you must know every tree in here... " [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"Hello Mister Jorr. I am the Wizard Nosnibor and this is my Pony Robinson and my pussy Pussy. As much as your misanthropic attitude towards your Hobgoblinoid neighbours does you credit and seems in keeping with your stereotypical 'wildman of the woods' persona perhaps for the good of the community you could facilitate us with more information about the demography, Geography and Lexicography of their place within the local area. Perhaps they have had an effect upon the local ecology?" says Nosnibor before the woodsman has a chance to responding to Limara's questions." he gulps in a lungfull of air and continues "The more information you can give us there more easily my companions... " Glancing roughly in Fengs direction. "... can facilitate their transition to the next plane of existence." [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"You folk sure do speak funny" says Jor looking confused and looks quizzically at The Wizard Nosnibor, then back to Limara "I tracked a group of 20 a day ago, they were North West of here. Looked like they were heading for The Dawn way, to prey on merchants I bet!" [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]"Thank you Jorr, that is the kind of lead we were looking for." says Limara politely "That one sentence has saved us days of searching. Now I know what we are likely to face I can start to form a strategy to battle this foe.." she glances at the map " this footpath, it leads west to the dawn way? Would this route intercept them?" Limara asks the hunter "Now is the time to plan their downfall" she turns to her companions "Twenty is a sizeable raiding group. It probably has two or three big thuggish bosses and maybe a shaman too, what are your thoughts my friends .. How should we approach this ? ..Do we follow their tracks.. We could try to intercept them.. Maybe we should return to inform Norro and then ride out to meet them.. or perhaps we can find a place to ambush them.." She turns back to Jorr "by the way, were they all on foot ?" [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]The Wizard Nosnibor looks at Limara with surprise. "Oh that will be a super change. Let's plan something. Oh do let's!" [/COLOR] [URL="http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/img/034hydra.png"][COLOR=paleturquoise][IMG]http://www.greyhawk.org.uk/galaths2/icon/034hydra.png[/IMG][/COLOR][/URL][COLOR=paleturquoise] The party travelled owards and soon reached the main Dawn Way. After a while the road narrowed where a wide expanse of dark water has flooded the woodland in this low valley. Trees still portrude from the calm, dark waters here and there, but many large reaches seem to be little more than open pools of algae-choked water. The tril of frogs and the whine of insects fills the air. The forest road leads right down to the edge of the flooded section, up to a rickety-looking causeway made of thick planks of wood lashed together with mossy roap. The wooden causeway runs for several hundred feat through the boggy patch, only a foot or so above the water. [/COLOR] [COLOR=paleturquoise]Up ahead you can make out the wreckage of a wagon, lying on its side and half sunk in the flooded forest, about 30 feet from the causeway. Elinor went ahead cautiously, leading her horse and testing the strength of the planking. But the danger came from another quarter. A huge Hydra reared up from the mud and swiftly moved forward to attack the hapless paladin. Swiftly Elinor backed off to prepare her attack while Feng charged to face the beast. The clerics cast magical protections and conjured spiritual weapons which caused wounds to open up on the monster. Meanwhile The Wizard tried (fruitlessly) to strike the creatures with his crossbow bolts, while Rizzit hit it again and again with magical bolts. Then, without apparently and conscious effort, Feng swung into action, two well-placed blows from his great axe and the giant hydra lay spasming in the swap mud.[/COLOR] [B][I]Once again the party had trumphed. [/I][/B] [/QUOTE]
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