Brokk was assigned dinner. He brought bacon with the idea of BLTs. Nice idea. Funny thing is that he asked prior to our gathering as to how much bacon he should bring. Six or eight pounds? A couple of the Fellows responded that “eight or ten” should be about right.
So everyone shows up, even Brokk, a bit earlier than usual. Pleasing. Brokk whips out his six pounds of pre-cooked bacon. Turns out he asked how much he should bring, but then never bothered to check the response. … No big deal. Those who arrived on time got sandwiches. But Terredon was later than usual. There was enough bacon for one sandwich, sure. But when he went back for the obligatory second sandwich – it was all emptiness and despair. The first sandwich is really just the appetizer for the actual meal – which the rest of us had consumed. But, sad for Terredon, Brokk didn’t read his email. Didn’t think we can down the bacon as we obviously can. Sadness. Condiments were good, however. There was lots of tomatoes and lettuce and bread. And mayo. Lots of mayo.
Despite this loss, we somehow survived.
We gathered, once again, where we left off two weeks previously. Nerd Central. Data projector fired up. Chips devoured and then cleared from the map. Figures placed. Begin.
Rezmir’s charred remains lay at the base of the great ice-stone tower. Ogres peered down from soaring heights above toward our victorious, but well beaten, heroes. Blagothkus hovered nearby on a supporting tuft of cloud. “This will be troubling for the alliance.” He smiled. The group had many questions for the giant.
Are there more cultists?
“Yes, but they’re mostly only around at night.”
Where’s the dragon?
“In the caverns deep within the great central iceberg and beneath the upper level, guarding a great horde.”
Where are the red wizards?
“Their quarters are across the courtyard behind you.”
And so on.
In the end, a deal was struck between our heroes and Blagothkus. The giant promises to instruct his ogres to treat our heroes with hospitality, while they, in turn, will do their best to eradicate the remaining cultist presence. With that, Blagothkus disappeared into the mists.
Garr chose to wield the blade of Rezmir. All agreed to a short rest. Some rested, others examined their new shiny objects. Garr discovered the mouthy blade is one called Hazirawn and a bloodthirsty steel it is. On each successful hit it deals deadly necrotic damage in addition to its own savage slashes.
Discussion then ranged widely as to what to do next. Many wanted a rest. A long rest. Others were curious about the domiciles of the red wizards and what they may contain. Curiosity triumphed.
The team set about exploring the chambers of the red wizards, a store room, and some guest quarters. Terredon cleverly transformed into a tiny beast to slip under a doorway into Rezmir’s chambers. A smothering carpet beast almost ate him – but his Moonfire was able to destroy it.
Halfway through their explorations, they got attacked by some curious dragon dogs from the kitchens. Himo and Brokk were fastest in pursuit. Soon, full battle was joined – until Raynard The Mild dropped Hunger of Hadar within the busy and cluttered kitchen. The dogs died quickly – the only hiccup was a Griffon that descended from the ceiling. It too was brought down, exactly to zero, as it happened. About that time, Blagothkus materialized in the courtyard outside and warned against harming his pet. Terredon came quickly to the beast’s aid and saved it from bleeding out. It was badly ruffled and a bit bruised, but well enough to fly up into the rafters and preen itself.
Discussion again as to what to do. Curiosity having been a bit satiated, and everyone’s mind beginning to turn to the matter of the dragon, our heroes settled into the barracks for a long rest. Some hours went by. The sun left the sky. The castle drifted ever southeast toward some great craggy ice-covered mountains. Peace settled over Skyreach Castle.
Garr watched the main courtyard door. Himo watched the doorway toward the kitchens. Suddenly, in the quiet, and among the snores and whispers of the resting, a pale man with a black shock of hair spiked back off his head appeared next to Garr, the dwarf. “What do you want?” asked Garr. “Your soul!” shrieked the man, his mouth gaping with horrific teeth. He first grabbed the dwarf with near impossible strength and then set to bite Garr – and did so. Furious battle broke out. Garr was repeatedly bitten by the angered horror as he tried desperately to escape. At one point, the courtyard doorway opened and two pale, beautiful elven lasses with similarly dramatic coiffures tore into the room to attack any standing before them. Tan Meng drew forth the holy symbol of Chauntea and demanded the fowl creatures depart. Hissing and spitting, the vile girls withdrew from the room as quickly as able.
All this while, Garr bore the brunt of the pale man’s bites; ferocious attacks that left the room sprayed with his arterial blood. With each bite, the man….or was it a creature? With each bite IT grew stronger. The thing charmed Brokk into believing it was harmless, a friend even. Valeriya, Raynard, Terredon, Tan Meng, and Himo beat on the thing. Something had to give – it was Garr. The dwarf fell, drained of blood. In another instant the beast turned on Himo and began to wallow in his blood. Tan Meng’s holy symbol and healing caught the attention of the beast and between bites it gleefully shouted, “You’re next!” to the cleric.
But the heaped on abuse and cumulative labors of our heroes eventually worried the creature to death – or so it would appear. It dissolved into missed and slipped out beneath the doorway toward the kitchens.
Garr lay dead.
Himo is badly wounded – wounds that refuse to heal.
The party is badly worn and exhausted, in desperate need of a long rest. The two pale-elf-woman-she-creatures are somewhere. The other beast is driven off, for sure, but for how long?
And what about the Dragon?