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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Xaltar" data-source="post: 6142" data-attributes="member: 480">-------------------------------------------Session 3, Part 4: Ziona’s new pet...------------------------------------------- Upstairs, the roofless keep was full of bright sunlight that struggled to bring warmth to the brisk day. Yet, the air was crisp, and the wind blew hard. It was obvious that winter was coming. After a quick shiver from the sopping wet trio of Holden, Spiderfang and Roughner, the group trekked forward to explore the dilapidated structure. Drexel noticed a few larger closed in areas towards the center of the keep. He quickly headed to the first room, with the others in tow as he noticed a peculiar thing, there was a large oak tree growing up through the floor. Drexel stopped at the base of the tree while the rest of the party moved in to search the room for clues. As the group stood by, Drexel felt something fall lightly against his back. As he looked up into the tree to find where the fallen object had come from, he was hit square in the head with an acorn. Annoyed with the intrusion, Drexel began casting… Before he could finish, Drexel found himself enveloped in a barrage of acorns. While he moved back away from the rain of acorns, Spiderfang had used his magical slippers to walk up the backside of the tree. He quickly found the source of the annoyance in the form of a tiny but plump purplish dragon looking creature. The psuedodragon who went by the name of Rossal was very apprehensive in negotiating to the party, well that was until they brought up the topic of honey. Licking his lips, Rossal quickly flew down and landed at the feet of the adventures. He wasn’t the type to pass up free sweets! Both Drexel and Ziona pulled out jars of honey and took off the lids. Suddenly it was as if two children were trying to see who could call the family pet to them first. Ziona and Drexel were hunched over calling to the tiny creature. Rossal was torn for a moment, then looking up at Drexel, said in a small and wavering voice, “You’re scary.” Drexel stood there looking perplexed as Rossal flew into Ziona’s arms and began scooping the honey into his mouth at an alarming rate. For several minutes the party just stood by waiting for him to finish. After he licked the jar clean, Ziona asked him a few questions about what he knew of the keep. To a great benefit of the group, the psuedodragon was in fact well informed as to the inhabitants or the keep and the with the passing raiders. The party learned of other hazards in the keep, such as large beetles, that they thought were better to just avoid. After mapping out the areas that they had explored, and worked on some calculations of when the raiders had last passed. They suddenly realized that they only had one more day before the raiders would return, and they begun discussion some battle plans in further detail. While they were talking, Holden quickly looked up. He cocked his head to the side, as if still listening, and whispered, “I hear horses.” Shocked and feeling unprepared, the party began running in all different directions. Some retreated back, while others hid behind the rubble remaining from the outer wall, and even a few jumped down and hid in the ravine. As the riders drew nearer, everybody tensed up and prepared to grab their weapons. They didn’t feel prepared for this battle and they all secretly weren’t convinced that this could turn out well. Everyone had prayed that they had hidden themselves well enough. It wasn’t until the mounted and cloaked figures came towards the makeshift bridge to the keep that Holden was able to spot the symbol of the “Riders of Mistledale” while hiding behind his rock. Realizing that the party was going to be in more danger in this instance if it looked as though they were arranging an ambush of their own by hiding in the ruins, Holden leapt forward from behind his rocky niche and called out to the leader. -------------------------------------------Still more to come...-------------------------------------------</blockquote>

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