Tales of the Bloodstone Lands

On to Bigger and Better Things
Leaving Ostrav

Tarsakh 19, 1373 (Year of Rogue Dragons)
After destroying the demonic threat of Wormgnash and the demon bile, the party spends the day in the now-abandoned Surinak Manse. They attack and slay the felldrake resting in the gardens before thoroughly searching the mansion. The key to their larger quest was right in front of their eyes the entire time, a painting in the lobby showing the morning sun lighting up the Surinak Hunting Lodge, with a depiction of Selune and her Tears setting over the Galenas. Judging by the painting and the carefully rendered positions of Selune and the Tears of Selune, the Hunting Lodge (and another piece of Slaughtergarde) would be just across the Galenas from Ostrav and the Surinak Manse.

The party spends the next day packing up the extremely detailed records of the Surinak’s demonic sacrifices before making their way back to Ostrav. Meeting with Mayor Trinelli, they have an extended interview where the mayor asks for all details of the mansion and possible threats. She then orders the town guard to quarantine the mansion in preparation for its eventual destruction. With the records moved into town hall, Sandra visibly relaxes and explains that for many these records will explain what happened to missing grandparents, aunts and uncles, yet some of the gnome, dwarven and elven citizens have even closer ties to family members who disappeared. In addition, the records will be used to pass judgement on the Surinaks posthumously and legally revoke any claim the noble family had on Ostrav.

Tarsakh 21, 1373 (Year of Rogue Dragons)
The next morning, Mayor Trinelli rings the town bells and summons the townsfolk to the northern square. In the northern square, the party sees a body swinging form the gallows. They also see a stage set up near the gallows where Mayor Trinelli stands, waving for them to approach. The guards usher them on stage while the crowd gathers. Once the crowd thickens, Mayor Trinelli explains that the heroes have been working under her guidance and have saved the town from a horrible, demonic menace. That they braved the Surinak mansion and found records of the sacrifices made by that evil family. That as soon as they go through the records, she will be contacting the families affected with news of their dearly departed. She again thanks the party to thunderous applause, and lets them know that even though Ostrav is somewhat insular, if they ever choose to settle down, they would be welcomed in the town with open arms.

As the curious citizens began to disperse, with many a thank you and claps on the back for the heroes. They find themselves near the gallows to see that it was a rail-thin teenager, maybe a young adult. His body had the purple cast of demon bile, but it looks to have been all burned away. His open mouth turned completely purple, he may have ingested the substance. Near the gallows they spy Nixa Volsetti, the young warrior they freed from the goblins, around her is a small group of obvious friends, close in age to the swinging corpse. As you approach, some of her friends leave, but she introduces you to Nolaria Wintren, acolyte of the House of Nature and Morvinarr, who you met when he returned to the Witches’ End Tavern last night. She points to the corpse and “introduces” you to Gellion, the apprentice alchemist and once the de-facto leader of their group.

She explains, "When you freed me a few days ago, I tried to locate the other apprentices. I found Gellion’s home filled with the bile stuff, but I knew from you all that I could use cold iron to burn it off. From there, I traced Gellion to an abandoned warehouse. I got the guards this time and we managed to free the rest before they were killed. Apparently Gellion thought that demon bile grew best on sacrificial victims. He kept ranting about some “Lord of the Locust Hosts” and kept asking if we heard the buzzing. When the guards caught him, Nolaria was able to burn the demon bile out of him, but his mind had snapped. This is what happens to “unsavory elements” in Ostrav. I’m not sure what we’re going to do next, but this town seems stifling and the town walls seem to close in each day."

Tarsakh 23, 1373 (Year of Rogue Dragons)
The heroes finally reached “home”, the Northern Vaasan Gate, midday on the 23rd of Tarsakh, Telmuth and his day staff were cleaning up and getting ready for the influx of patrons later in the evening. A few merchants, peddlers, adventurers and various other people sat at different points in Muddy Boots and Bloody Blades, but the place was quiet.

Telmuth pulled up a chair and offered rounds of drink in exchange for the story of their adventures. As Bethel and Lindara brought rounds of drinks, the party told Telmuth of the demon bile, the goblins’ Highfort, the haunted mansion and Ostrav’s missing apprentices. His friendly and casual questions showcased a man very familiar with the adventuring life and a seemingly good judge of adventures and adventurers. As people start trickling in during the afternoon, he ends with a suggestion. “Show up tomorrow morning for the Board, I think there’s a long-term job that would be right up your alley.”

The night goes on, the drinks get poured, and the feast is served. After days of grind, it feels good to let go a bit, knowing you’re surrounded by the armies and paladins of the Vaasan Gate. Stumbling to your room late at night, the heroes find a note asking them to head up to Ironhead’s Tavern on the eighth floor. Ironhead’s is a much quieter place, and many adventuring groups go there to plan, out of sight and earshot of the crowd.

Heading up to Ironhead’s, they are met by Bluto Fleetfoot. He explains that Angus has finally gotten the magical casks unsealed and is now able to unseal any that they find. In one cask they found five heads of various Damarans, though they haven’t identified them yet, but the second cask was different. It contained the heads of a hin family. A man, woman, girl, and boy. The hin were obviously related, and on some preliminary investigations, they learned that the family was the Greentallows from the Burrows neighborhood in Bricktop.

Bluto let them know that he, Angus and Talia, are too well known throughout the city to investigate this themselves. He again asks for their help, saying that Talia can meet the at the Brychen farmstead (“has the boy wrapped around her little finger, poor sap”) and disguise them so that they could avoid detection for several days if they don’t visit their normal haunts in the city. They could enter the city disguised, investigate the Greentallows disappearance and get out before anyone was the wiser.

The heroes let Bluto know they would think about it and inform him of their choice in the morning.

From the Journal of Tyengandrill
The Surinak Accounting

The Surinak Manor was a vile den of Chitins and Demon hosts. I will allow my companions revile you in stories of their glory. I will relate the facts as observed and uncovered, though proper research into the matter will require time. We were successful and will deliver the wagon load of documents back to her honor Mayor Trinelli.

The Bloated Man was a creature calling itself Worm Gnash. A large demon worm stuffed into the skin of some man. It will no longer be searching for victims.

It appears that a Marcus Surinak was quiet an adventurer and and skilled at posions and traps. He returned from one of his trips with a new woman called Eshebe and a child named Lucka. Once they returned they were married, however they had no other children. After there marriage there appears to be many deaths in the Surinak household, enough to leave Eshebe as head of the House. Lucka died of poisoning is appears and one would guess as an accident which seemed to put Marcus into a depression as he locked himself away to purse research in his labs.

Eshebe started her demon sacrifices with the destitute before moving onto servants and workers. It appears that one household member’s bad judgment in women doomed the whole House. I leave the details to those more interested in the matter. Surprisingly the list of sacrifices was very detailed. Who records there misdeeds in such a detailed fashion?

I could not find any reference to a Surinak Hunting lodge or any reference of Slaghtergarde in the documents and this was cause for disappointment. Only one picture in the main hall shows any type of hunting lodge. We will try to locate it by referencing the picture’s background. Marcus was a huntsman and liked his hunting trips. There has to be some type of link here.

Of final note: Both crypts of the Baron and Baroness was empty. Did the townsfolk hang them or did they get away? I’ll have to ask Ms Trinelli.

Off to the Surinak's Manse!

“I was only sleeping on the wagon ride on to the way to the Surinak’s Manse because staying up studying spells was the only thing I could do to drown out the noise that poor hin was making during your couplings last night,” said Adept Tai, the elven mage shuddering a bit from the memory. He continued rebuking the gnomish Knight Ser Buckthorn, “So it’s not my fault you wasted whatever fury, you need to conserve wisely, on some preliminary encounter. Saving that peasant being menaced by the chittens needed not your full fury. You sir, need to be wiser.” Without looking up from scribing in his journal, the commentary is delivered in the beautiful elven cadence that both is and hides pity and contempt as the Magnificent Seven (or eight, but whose counting) rest up and recover from their battles in the ruined master bedroom of the Surinak’s Mansion, they remenice about their encounters.

Standing guard by the door the dwarven warrior Ulfgar says, “We had two swell battles in a row though once we got here. That big one by the gate with those Abyssal Maws and guardian drake and then once we got inside we had that grand melee with the chittens and their spider woman monster priestess in the ballroom.”

Testing himself by Balancing himself on the top of a broken chair with a missing leg , the hin monk Reed Goodbarrel laughs and says, “don’t forget Hathorn and I using our golden glow to destroy all that demon bile in the stables. If we weren’t here it wouldn’t matter how many things you guys chop to bits a pond of bile that big is a good as a old fashioned portal to the Abyss!” The other dwarf, Hathorn the priest of Moradin, chimes in, “Well it’s Moradin’s grace that allows me to do what I do but it pleases me that we cleansed our Realm of that menace.”

“Nothing beats the crazy doppelganger and her imaginary marble egg,” declares the hin bard Hallorin Poorleaf, “It’s soo good I might have to make a song about it,” while smoking his pungent pipeweed. “Let the record show I followed the plan,” interjects the half elf bounty hunter Jynx, “The whole way!”

The last companion, the snirfiblin Gazlowe, stays hunched over the iron cobra construct that defended the master bedroom and examines it with his lockpicks and tinkering tools for most of the rest.

“Aight boys, let’s get ready to go burn this swarm of flying Abyssal pests to ash,” says the gnome Knight as the company gathers and girds itself and marches to the basement entrance in the kitchens.

Adept Tai summons his flaming sphere and the company lures the Abyssal swarm of tiny flying manta rays with lampray mouths out from the basement. The swarm issues a evil enchanting gibbering that induces a state of confusion amongst its victims. The heroes stay strong for the most part and bombard the swarm with alchemist fire while cornered by the flaming sphere. Despite the grievous wounds caused by the swarm the Magnificent Seven carries the day and sets forth to investigate the hidden chambers in the Surinak’s basement….

From the Journal of Tyengandrill

Tarsakh 16, Year of Rogue Dragons
A two phase assault playing up to each individual’s strength. Reed and Gazlowe will scale the ropes and barricade on the side while the rest of us charge up the rope bridge to the gate. Ser Buckthorn and Ulfgar will use a battering ram to smash the gates. Jinx will provide cover at the gates with a Fog Cloud spell. As they sprinted to the rope bridge with Jinx well in the lead it went as planned. Gazlowe and Reed, like a pair of monkeys, where topside in a matter of seconds. Jinx sprinting up the bridge tripped something mid way. A jar dropped onto the bridge and broke open. I expected some alchemist fire, but it was Brown Mold, which covered the middle of the bridge. As Ulfgar and Ser Buckthorn attempted to jump it a goblin appeared and threw some alchemist fire onto the mold and it expanded, nearly freezing my companions.

This left Hathor and I stranded at the bottom. While our companions battled gobliniods and wolves we attempted to climb the robe bridge. It was not graceful nor was it successful, actually it was quiet painful. Ultimately I concentrated on my training and started the Bladesong and was then nimble enough to get to the top and join the battle. Whoa momma, I have never seen such an enormous dire wolf nor have I heard of a bugbear cleric. “Deskari take You!” was his last scream before he exploded in viscera and purple goo. The buzzing madness from the demon insects comes together now, the influence of the Demon Lord Deskari.

It appears the Gobliniods where being tricked by the bugbear cleric. The ‘temple hut’ adorned outside to venerate the goblin gods was inside a veneration to Deskari, Lord of Locus Host, Usher of Apocalypse and the Demon Bile Pit which was well rolled in. There was also a intricately detailed statuette of the Deskari, no brutish goblin work. I would have preferred to destroy it, however, Ser Buckthorn pocketed the vile thing after I determined it had no magic aura.

A girl was found in a cage, one of the missing young adults from the town. Her name is Nixa and she was able to relate a few tidbits of information. She states that she was abducted from inside of town. She received a note from Gellion to meet in the orchard and when she arrived no one was there. She woke up with a lump on her head and in the care of a bloated man. She was taken to this encampment and caged. She saw the bloated man giving instructions to the bugbear cleric and she was questioned about Ostrav and she states their plan was to feed her something and send her back to town. When questioned about the bloated man, she could only describe him as if he was a person overfilled with something that his bodily features stretched to the point of almost bursting that they disappeared.

Tarsakh 17, Year of Rogue Dragons
We return to Ostrav and report to the Mayor Trinelli. We give a full report of our encounters and the request that she intercedes with Nixa, it appears she plans on leaving to search for her missing companions. Mayor Trinelli pays us our fee and provides us permission and the key to investigate the estate. She reiterates the request for the documents of any sacrifices be brought to her. Since she broached the subject, I further question the reasons for such a request, as at least two generations have passed and her previous reason does not make sense. She then tells a story of the Surinak executions. It was ‘common knowledge’ that the Surinaks where demon worshipers, as the saying go “it was known”. So it appears the town folk gathered the family of House Surinak and hung them all with no evidence. They hung nobles to whom they owed fealty to, based on gossip and the Surinak’s underestimated the Mob. The ruling classes should really read their histories in more details. Anyways, Mayor Trinelli wants evidence that supports the town folk’s actions. Once again I wonder why, considering the human concept of time, is this important now? Has a Surinak survived the purge and may come seeking revenge or ruler ship? The House would still be considered the legal rulers; if it can’t be proven that they were demon worshipers.

Mayor Trinelli’s got a bigger secret and now I am super curious. What a delicious drama and more demons to purge! What does Reed and Ser Buckthorn yell again when raising their cups?….Hu-Zah!

Once More Into The Breach!!

Tarsakh 17th, Year of Rogue Dragons
Well over 6 feet tall, Alice Kruptin, the imposing proprietor of the [[Witch’s End Tavern]] stares out over the chaos that has taken over her normally unassuming inn. A company of demi-humans calling themselves The Magnificent Seven (even though there is at least eight of them) has spent serious coin to rent room and board during their business in and around Ostrav. Happy with success from their latest adventure they have taken over a corner of the common room feasting, drinking, and laughing. To both the enjoyment and chagrin of some groups of regulars they often buy rounds of drinks and bust out into rounds of music, song, and tumbling dancing as it seems that many of the company are as familiar with instruments as they are with axe, sword, and bow.

“So Trilla, there we were, Jynx sets off the trap and springs forward leaving Ulfgar and I dangling in mid air on this rope bridge now suddenly covered with strange brown mold,” says the loudest member of the company, the large, unusually large gnome knight Ser Buckthorn Beywinn while flirting with Trilla while her father, a traveling gnomish iron monger from Valls, looks on disapprovingly from across the common room. The half elven bounty hunter pipes up, “I didn’t set off the trap the goblin alchemist dropped that strange mold!” Across the table and without looking up from scrolls and journals the Adept Tai’s elven voice musically joins in, “No, the goblin threw an alchemist fire to double down on the trap you definitely set off.” Ulfgar the dwarven warrior snorts, “fire, mold, cold… whatever,” chugs his mug then the rest of the tankard, “we jumped that patch of mold but it froze my nuggets right awfully,” stands and belches with a solid gurgle at the end, “but that goblin gate didn’t stand a chance with us; we smashed it open in one shot” as he claps Ser Buckthorn on the shoulder as Ulfgar heads to the bar to drop off a few empty tankards.

The gnome knight gets animated as he continues on, “So there we are standing in front of this opliterated gate with a courtyard of goblins and hobgoblins turning on us with blades draw. That’s when things get a little blurry… Ulfgar and I charge the goblinoids. Our sneaky team scaled up the ropes of the bridge behind the cover of our frontal assault, hid amongst the rooftops of the fort’s buildings and shot bolt, after arrow, after… hmmm… you know what, I’m not sure what to call Goodbarrel’s blasts.” The hobbit monk summersaults up, “They are called HAAA-DUUU-ken,” as he fires a blast of raidant energy to obliterate the dumpling off the fork of the company’s other hobbit, the bard Hallorin Poorleaf to the laughter of the companions. The bard cries, “That’s it buddy, I’m leaving you out of the epic. Let’s see how famous you become now.”

“So there were are, in mortal combat; and if that wasn’t enough one of the hobgoblins makes it to the wolf pen and lets the pack out. The brood mother was the largest dire wolf I have ever seen and her mate wasn’t that much smaller. It was a tough slog. I think those little bastards dipped ducked and dodged my axes for what seemed forever but eventually with our companions’ missile fire we hack the gobos and wolves into pieces. Chasing down the last goblin knifer to the back of the camp I run right into the goblinoids’ leader, an odious bugbear with his last goblin minions. He rages, I rages, we charge each other finally, and my axes start striking truly. Our group fights in and we carry the day! The goblin band is defeated and we even rescue a young lady from town held prisoner by the green skins.”

The companions spend the rest of the night in merriment at the inn. Those up at later hours of night at the inn are treated by howls of ecstatic lust as Trilla finds out that Ser Buckthorn is an unusually large gnome in more ways than one..

From the Journal of Tyengandrill

Night of Tarsakh 15, Year of Rogue Dragons
Jinx and a dwarf join us in the evening. Hathor Ironstar from the local township, well versed in demon lore makes swift work of the Demon Bile. He also instructs Reed Goodbarrel on channeling his energies and he is able to channel radiant energies with what he calls Ki. Hathor will accompany us assisting with purging the Demon Bile and fortifying our bodies. The priest just made this mission a whole lot safer.

Tarsakh 16, Year of Rogue Dragons
We follow the blood trail left by the feathered dire wolf and it leads us towards and finally into Mount Witt. The winding path crosses an area with a thirty foot black rock mound and an obvious dark gaping entrance. The blood trail takes a wide birth around the mound, so obviously we must investigate.

Inside the mound are two dead drakes undulating in purple goo. In horrid fascination we watch as it birthed a tiny flying lamprey-like creature no bigger than my fist. The light also reveals hundreds of them flying around the cave this way and that. Before we could even react they formed into a nasty swarm and were upon us. The noise they produce was maddening, dredging up primal fears of things that should not be. They were dispatched with flames and the Demon Bile eradicated.

The walls of the cave had goblin chalk drawings showing a shrine to Maglubiyet with a purple pool, a lopsided bugbear and a goblin covered in scares. It appears we are getting closer to finding and destroying the Demon Bile Pit. Defiling a shrine to Maglubiyet at the same time is such a sweet bonus!

The only thing we encountered on the trail up was an Owlbear, sitting quietly as could be, waiting for his next meal to come along. The corpse was dumped down the ravine and the wounds it inflicted where treated by Hathor and we continued upward as if it never happened.

The trail came to a small valley in Mount Witt that was lightly forested. In the distance we could see a plateau about thirty feet up and the edge was concave down to the ground. A fifteen foot palisade of wood surrounds the plateau with a single gate. The palisade and gate is covered by some unburnable substance and leading up to the gate is a wooded and rope stairway.

Much discussion was had on the proper way to assault this well fortified camp. Reed wanted a straight forward frontal assault, up the rope ladder and knock down the gate and into the fray. Jinx must have just learned a new spell while he was way as every plan had to include Flog Cloud. He is literally squirming where he sits needing to cast it. Gazlowe is finally tapped to do some quick scouting by the plateau to look for another way up.

Surprise! Goblin scouts in the trees sitting in a tree blind, cunning little bastards. Soon they were burned out and slaughtered, but not before sounding a horn and rousing the camp. We prepare ourselves for an assault, but nothing happens. I place a flaming sphere on the log gate, but the wood appears to be treated with some academical solution that is acting as a retardant to the flames.

We fade back into the woods to try and determine how to overcome the fortifications.

From the Journal of Tyengandrill

Tarsakh 5 – 11, Year of Rogue Dragons
Days pass with easy work and our band, the Magnificent Seven, start to settle in at Muddy Boots and Bloody Blades.

Tarsakh 11, Year of Rogue Dragons
One afternoon I find myself being formally and properly addressed by Lady Sheila Heidmarch, Mistress of the Bloodstone City Chapter House of the Magician’s Guild. After inquiring if she can speak in front of my rowdy and a bit randy companions, she delivers me my badge which formally recognizes me as an Adept of the Magician’s Guild and she informs me her personal manor has a wing set aside as the Chapter House.

Lady Heidmarch then offers me the opportunity of continuing the investigation into the fragments of Slaughtergarde and the next step of that investigation leads to Ostrav in the Duchy of Arcata, the Surinak Family and their hunting lodge. Lady Heidmarch indicates that an opportunity has arisen that would allow the Magnificent Seven to be tolerated in Ostrav and open the door continued investigations. Ostrav is having a surge of Goblinoid troubles and has indicated to the Magician’s Guild that if they receive assistance in removing the threat, they would allow access to the Surinak’s Estate. Once again an adventure is presented that all my companions are excited about and we leave immediately for the Town of Ostrav. Fame, Fortune and Goblinoids to slaughter bring such smiles to their wee little faces. Personally, I want to know more about who and what is trying to use Slaughtergarde’s old magic to reopen a portal and to what realm plus the gold is always nice.

We are given a letter of introduction to Mayor Sandra Trinelli and we journey three days south and arrive at the Town of Ostrav. What a joyless place, though considering what has happened within two short human generations, it is understandable. The township still maintains multiple gallows in its square, ready for use and it makes quiet the first impression on a new visitor, dreary. Seeing two inns we decide to approach the newer one called the Witches End Tavern. We are greeted rudely by the proprietress Alice, a giantess of a human female with the disposition of a freshly shaved dwarf. Drawing deeply upon my inner calm, I remind myself she is only human and proceed to request lodgings and directions to Mayor Sandra Trinelli, brandishing the letter of Introduction, before Alice gave any thought to Gnome or Hin tossing.

Tarsakh 14, Year of Rogue Dragons
We settle ourselves into the Witch’s End and my companions go about being their colorful selves. Ser Buckthorn seemed a bit taken with Alice; you can see it clear on his face that he wishes to scale the peaks of that mountainous woman. I have never seen a half-gnome before they would have to exists as it appears human can interbreed with almost anything…fascinating.

The meeting with Mayor Sandra Trinelli goes as expected, with a twist. There is always a twist, but that is what makes existence interesting. They are experiencing a Gobliniod problem and the gobliniods are covered in filth and purple blotches. My mind immediately starts thinking of the Rotting Man and his Blightlords, but no, from what she describes this is different. She further explains that she will pay 5 gold for each Gobliniod killed, 10 g for every goblin wolf and 100 g for locating and wiping out their camp. Interestingly enough for a people so gun-ho for hangings, my inquiry to which ear she wishes us to collect turn her face a funny color. Seems she is willing to take us at our word and if it sounds too crazy, she will call in the priest to verify our statements.

Once the Gobliniod threat is over, she will give us a key to the Surinak Estate and while we are there she wish us to gather any documents regarding the human sacrifices, as the Surinak Family kept records of who they sacrificed. She stated these documents can put the town-folk’s minds to rest regarding missing family members. This reason does not make much sense to me, considering humans brief life span it has been 50 to 60 years since the people of Ostrav rose up against the Surinaks, the missing people most likely would be dead by natural causes by now and the current generation would only know the missing from stories, not personally. I will have to examine these records prior us surrendering them; I wonder what she truly wants with them.

Mayor Trinelli indicates we can begin our search at the Escoro Fields. Gobliniod where spotted in that area. I request an official Writ to assist us in dealing with the people of Ostrav, considering we have no human members and the nature of her people. She provides this to me and we are off to the fields.

We arrive at the fields and sure enough, goblins were hiding in a sheep herd, trying to sneak up on us. Seriously? If you are going to roll around in mud, be covered in purple splotches you are not going to pass for a sheep.

Stupid goblins.

The goblins and goblin wolf riders come at us in waves; The Magnificent Seven, well, performed magnificently! Close by was a farmhouse that serviced the field and it was under assault by some hobgoblins lead by a hobgoblin mounted on a dire wolf. We are getting much better at killing Gobliniods, the teamwork is starting to shine through. That…or the absence of Jinx through all of this. I told him not to eat that “meat” on a stick, but did he listen, noooo. Honestly though, the noises his bowls were making made me wince in sympathy.

A hobgoblin and the dire wolf got away, but not before I gave the wolf a proper feathering. It should leave a nice blood trail for us to follow right back to the gobbie encampment.

Upon examination I determine the purple goo on the gobliniods and splattered on most of my companions, is Demon Bile, really nasty stuff. I suggest they wash it off of their skin before it grows into them permanently. Once the anxiety attacks were over, I further explain they have to roll around in it, sleep in it, eat it or get it into a gaping wound before it merges with them. It wasn’t until the purple stains started to fade that they calmed down.

I send my familiar off to the mayor with a note requesting a priest who can channel divine energies to destroy the Demon Bile before it spreads and infects the field.

I foresee another foray into a fragment of Slaughtergarde in our future. It has to be the source of the purple goo, a Bile Pit! I am glad I stocked up on the coal and paper for proper glyph rubbings. This is so exciting!
"What the frack do you mean by DEMON BILE?!?"

“Tai! Hey Tai! Tai, what is this? It burns, it’s angry, I’m angry. My skin, it’s bruising. Poorleaf! I need healing, come here,” shouts the gnomish warrior Ser Buckthorn Beywinn as the Magnificent Seven catch their collective breaths amid the ruined remains of several waves of goblin marauders. Ulfgar the dwarven warrior was dragging the goblin bodies into a pile to be burn while Gazlowe the svirfneblin carefully searched the remains for Intel and treasure. Adept Tai the elven bladesinger and Halorin our hin bard studied the weird putreance on the goblins and Ser Buckthorn. Our hin monk stands guard buy sitting in a lotus position staring into the bubbles of a fresh cup of ale and pondering the omens within them.

“Demon bile, clearly it’s demon bile,” states Adept Tai. “What the frack do you mean by DEMON BILE,” says Ser Buckthorn. Tai proceeds to explain that when a demon is summoned a certain way a ritual sacrifice can also be done to create a pool of Abyssal taint that can corrupt beings. Ulfgar pipes up, “Ya know Tai, when your pretty wizard lady friend asked us back at the Gate to come here to Ostrav to help the Lord Mayor with a goblin problem I didn’t hear either one mention half demon gobo’s in the job description.” Ignoring the dwarf like a professor Tai informs the party, “luckily the demonic slime needs a sufficiently long enough exposure that what gets on you during combat with these infected goblinoids shouldn’t cause long term problems.” The party sets fire to the pile of bodies.

After a few minutes it’s clear that while the goblin bodies burn the demonic ichor resists the blaze and forms a gooey puddle. “I was afraid of that,” sighs Tai, “it’s going to require radiant energies to destroy the bile.” The elf pulls out a parchment and scribe’s a quick note, ""Lord Mayor, By Karlowe’s farm we have defeated some infected goblinoids. We require holy water or an accolyte able smite with radiant energy to truly destroy the infection upon the remains. My owl will carry a return missive with your intentions. Adept Tai"" Tai binds it to his familiar and sends it off to Ostrav. Moments after the owl takes flight, Hung Lo’s head snaps up from his mug, somersaults to his feet, and hisses, “Danger comes, Wolves.”

Three Goblin wolf riders bear down on the heroes from around one of the small hillocks and the snarling wolves howl in relish of the anticipated meal. The Magnificent Seven doesn’t go down so easily. The gnome Knight, dwarven warrior, and hin monk form a block of martial fortitude and hack into the riders and mounts while Tai, Gazlowe, and Halorin harass them from range. After a brief battle the new corpses are added to the pryre. Seeking a short rest the group heads to Karlowe’s farmstead.

As the farmstead comes into view the Magnificent Seven see several hobgoblins menacing the farmstead and to make matters worse the raiders are lead by a boss on a dire wolf. Luckily Gazlowe leads off the combat by firing a crossbow bolt that strikes the leader in the throat. Hobbled by the critical wound the leader falls fairly quickly and dire wolf flees and the remaining hobgoblins are quickly dealt with. With the safety of the farmstead our heroes are optimistic they can take a brief respite to prepare for the next move of this suddenly more complex mission.

"Cheers to a successful first mission"

Tarsakh, 5th 1373 (Year of Rogue Dragons)

“So ”/characters/orbash" class=“wiki-content-link”>Orbash, there we were. We just got done fighting a few hobgoblins guarding the entrance to the lower ruins," gleefully exclaimed the large gnome warrior as he stomped his mug on the table. One long table in The Muddy Boots and Bloody Blades tavern was filled with the adventuring group the Magnificent Seven and their new friends the rageborn Orbash and Hathor the dwarf priest of Moradin. The adventuring company, new to the Vaasan Gate, were eating and celebrating in the aftermath of their first successful adventure into the wilds of Vaasa.

“So we move deeper into the ruin’s dungeon. ”/characters/ulfgar-hammerfall" class=“wiki-content-link”>Ulfgar was taking the lead but missed a pressure plate and the dart trap fires a salvo into our group. Luckily nobody is hurt too bad so we come to a barred door. We hear goblinoid voices from the other side and prepare an ambush. Prepare being the optimum word," says the gnomish warrior with a sideways look at the hin monk staring into the bubbles in his beer mug.

“So get this, while we are setting up the sneak attack, ”/characters/reed-goodbarrel" class=“wiki-content-link”>Hung Lo over there walks right up to the door and shouts out in goblin to open up the door. Well there goes surprise and the door opens and the battle was joined. A bunch of us were able to fire into the hobs from the hallway but the cover really ruined those volleys. And the hobs got cute too, they lob a few javelins into us then shut the damn door on us! We eventually fought our way into the room and overpowered them," the gnome said as he refilled his mug from the tankard.

“After that bloody business we delved deeper, deeper into the dungeon. A hallway leads us to the chamber of the bugbear leader of this warband and his hobgoblin sargents. This is where it gets a little blurry. We burst into the room with ”/characters/ulfgar-hammerfall" class=“wiki-content-link”>Ulfgar setting the shield wall. The bugbear goes into a rage and he and the hobgoblins beat down poor Jinx despite Ulfgar’s best intentions. Seeing him go down lets loose the rage I normally keep in check. I sorta loose some time and when I come back to my senses the bugbear and his goons are dead and we stand victorious," gleefully chirps the gnome as the adventurers clink their cups in good cheers.

“So with all the danger gone we search the rest of the ruin’s finding a little left over treasure from the ruin’s original builders. Lucky us, we hunker down barricade the ruins and spend the night out there. Luckily nothing bothered us and before dawn we high tail it back to here. Mission accomplished!”

Dear Grandma!

Greetings from Heliogabalus, I hope this missive finds you hardy and merry! I have just returned from a successful adventure into the wilds of the Galena‘s on behalf of Sheriff Sporf’s acquaintance Master Silverblade‘s and the Chicane Guild. I have represented Rosebriar proudly with honor and in glory! What I am shocked to find out however is that this city is a hive of villainy… A guild of thieves called Tightpurse seems to operate brazenly and beyond the ability of the authorities to be stopped… Sad state of affairs… A small gang of thugs and thieves assaulted my companions and I in the city’s alleys. Those villains were hewn and hacked and laid low. I faithfully co-operated and testified to the Magistrates. It was then recommend that my company to get out of town. So now we head north to the Vaasan Gate to test our mettle against the worst Vaasa has to offer!! Give my love and affection to the rest of the clan!! Excelsior!!


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