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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RatPunk" data-source="post: 1972529" data-attributes="member: 1246">Wizards, Ettins & Bards, Oh My!, Part 1We had been lounging around our new house for about a week when it was suggested that we try again to locate the blacksmith’s daughter. I don’t remember who brought it up, or when, but after our successful forays at the keep we were looking for something else to do. If it happened to earn us more points with the Fairhillers, then so much the better. Plus, there was a full set of shiny new plate mail in it for one of us. So back to the blacksmith’s we went to refresh our memories on the details.Missing about 3 weeks, great singer, wanted to adventure, went north. Got it. We packed up and headed into the wilderness once more. This time we went a slightly different north so as not to cover the same ground that had led to the owlbear on our previous attempt. Instead, we followed the river that came down from the hills to the north.Only a couple of hours out of town, we heard a noise ahead on the path we had been following. Rounding a bend, we saw a young woman lying on the ground struggling against four orcs. She didn’t match the description of the blacksmith’s daughter, but she needed our help all the same. We charged forward.By this time we had become seasoned orc fighters, or so we believed, and we made short work of them. The fact that we outnumbered them didn’t hurt any, either. We helped the woman to her feet. She dusted herself off and introduced herself as Pearl, a wizard. We invited her to tell us her story over lunch.She had been adventuring with a group of friends in the area. They had stopped by Fairhill about three weeks ago and made the acquaintance of Arialle, the blacksmith’s daughter. When Arialle expressed a desire to adventure, they had agreed to let her accompany them. Shortly thereafter, the group had encountered some sort of problem, and one of their number had been transformed into an ettin, who then went on a rampage and killed almost the entire party. Arialle had managed to calm the beast by singing to it, but it had then snatched her up and run off. Pearl managed to follow it to an abandoned tower that they had discovered some days earlier. The ettin had decided to make it his lair. Fairly confident that the creature wasn’t going anywhere, Pearl had returned to the city of Marner to buy a scroll in an attempt to transform the ettin back into her friend. The orcs had accosted her on the way back to the tower.Since our goals now meshed nicely, Pearl agreed to join us. If her spell didn’t work, she would be forced to kill her friend, a task that would be much easier with the rest of us around. Not only that, but ettins were kind of like two headed ogres, so Jackie would be pleased...After lunch, we packed up and continued on our way. It took several more hours, but soon we could hear music in the distance. We pressed on and arrived at the tower just before sunset. Everyone in town had been correct. Arialle had a beautiful voice. As we approached, she sang song after song, accompanied only by the sounds of a lilting harp. When we arrived outside the tower, however, that changed. Suddenly she was accompanied by the most horrendous din of bellowing and harp banging that any of us had ever heard. The ettin obviously fancied himself a musician and had joined in. It was a wonder our ears weren’t bleeding.We were now standing in front of the tower, getting ready to formulate a plan, when Jeb decided to take matters into his own hands. At the top of his little lungs, he yelled "My god that sucks!" That brought the music to a screeching halt. He followed it up a second later with "My grandmother plays a better harp than that and she’s dead!"That did it.With a loud roar, the ettin stormed out of the tower. It quickly sized up its opposition and, with what seemed to me to be a chuckle, it charged towards us. Jackie and Peshal ran forward and met it half way while Jeb and I both took a couple of shots at it. Pearl had pulled out her scroll and was busy making preparations to try and turn the creature back into her friend.Our main goal was to keep the creature occupied, without killing it, until Pearl could work her magic. What we succeeded in doing was pissing the thing off and it began smacking us around like rag dolls. I quickly gave up on trying to shoot it, so I drew my swords and waded in. This resulted in me being the first one to go down. One solid shot from the ettin’s club and I was out.</blockquote>

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