11-07-2014, 05:02 PM
Session 9
Magnus, Baldur’s pseudodragon familiar (or associate, depending on whom you ask), noticed the strange alluring woman who was spying on the group, her hair was of the same grey as the tree’s bark, while her skin and clothing took the same dull colors as of the last days of autumn.
The sound of a wagon being pulled by poneys made her leave promptly while the characters’s attention turn to the West. Two halflings were driving the wagon. The driver looked like a merchant but seemed troubled while the other, a warrior, seemed cheerful. The halflings introduced themselves as Benny and Mitch Doverson and, since they were going to the Fat Deer Inn, suggested to the party that all of them travel together, as the forest was rumored to be quite dangerous, as the characters had heard on their trip.
Peshwa Na Driga noticed something hiden by bushes: three orc cadavers. Following his suggestion, the group hurried to the inn.
The inn’s owner was a large bearded fellow named Merrod and warmly welcomed the characters.
Driga noticed the horses were nervous but couldn’t identify why. The stable lad, while no Peshwah, seemed proficient enough and was not at fault. He took a deep breath, concentrating on his surroundings and felt the presence of aberrations. Their localization and number he could not know, but he knew they were there.
Baldur tried to engage the conversation with Jill, but it was difficult because of Merrod’s constant eavesdropping. Nevertheless, the high Thonian, true to himself, sipped the best wine the inn could find. In fact, it was quite surprising a small inn between Vestfold and Booh could supply such a wine.
Mirko was not the worst judge of characters. Merrod’s cheery personality seemed fake to him. He also noticed that Merrod’s was trying (and succeeding) to make Mitch Doverson talk a lot, by offering the Halfling drink after drink.
There were others troubling aspects: several employees of the inn had simply disappeared over the years.
Adding another layer to the mystery, Driga noticed that one of the guest was a slaver, one of the band who had circled around his camp when his bride had been abducted. The slaver was not willing to talk to Driga and Baldwin, dryly stating that he had renounced slavery and was looking for more profitable activities.
During the night, the characters were woke up by howls of wolves. Driga, Baldwin and Baldur were surprised: why were wolves howling at such a time? It didn’t seem natural.
On the morning, the characters noticed that the Doverson had left. Driga could easily find their tracks who went to a clearing near the nearby woods. The tracks were joined by those of elves. Neither elves nor halflings had survived, as both went on their way and got ambushed a mile or so from the clearing.
The party waited until most guests left, including the (ex-?) slaver, to find much information. Jill, sensing she had allies, gave the characters a message stating that the other serving girl, Daisy, had noticed a basin full of bloodied clothes in Merrod’s room.
Mirko and Driga searched Merrod’s room and found an hidden trapdoor. They quickly descended and found themselves in a complex. The other men who were lounging on wooden boxes transformed themselves into wolf-men hybrids. The battle was engaged. Mirko’s punches and kicks made quick work of one of the werewolf, while the other surrendered and was tied down.
Meanwhile, Baldur and Baldwin confronted Merrod who summoned his three guards. One guard didn’t survive Baldwin’s lightning bolt spell, while the other flew. Merrod himself transformed into a werewolf but was cut down by Fronaus’ Sentence, Baldwin’s sword. Jill arrive, sword in hand…
Magnus, Baldur’s pseudodragon familiar (or associate, depending on whom you ask), noticed the strange alluring woman who was spying on the group, her hair was of the same grey as the tree’s bark, while her skin and clothing took the same dull colors as of the last days of autumn.
The sound of a wagon being pulled by poneys made her leave promptly while the characters’s attention turn to the West. Two halflings were driving the wagon. The driver looked like a merchant but seemed troubled while the other, a warrior, seemed cheerful. The halflings introduced themselves as Benny and Mitch Doverson and, since they were going to the Fat Deer Inn, suggested to the party that all of them travel together, as the forest was rumored to be quite dangerous, as the characters had heard on their trip.
Peshwa Na Driga noticed something hiden by bushes: three orc cadavers. Following his suggestion, the group hurried to the inn.
The inn’s owner was a large bearded fellow named Merrod and warmly welcomed the characters.
Driga noticed the horses were nervous but couldn’t identify why. The stable lad, while no Peshwah, seemed proficient enough and was not at fault. He took a deep breath, concentrating on his surroundings and felt the presence of aberrations. Their localization and number he could not know, but he knew they were there.
Baldur tried to engage the conversation with Jill, but it was difficult because of Merrod’s constant eavesdropping. Nevertheless, the high Thonian, true to himself, sipped the best wine the inn could find. In fact, it was quite surprising a small inn between Vestfold and Booh could supply such a wine.
Mirko was not the worst judge of characters. Merrod’s cheery personality seemed fake to him. He also noticed that Merrod’s was trying (and succeeding) to make Mitch Doverson talk a lot, by offering the Halfling drink after drink.
There were others troubling aspects: several employees of the inn had simply disappeared over the years.
Adding another layer to the mystery, Driga noticed that one of the guest was a slaver, one of the band who had circled around his camp when his bride had been abducted. The slaver was not willing to talk to Driga and Baldwin, dryly stating that he had renounced slavery and was looking for more profitable activities.
During the night, the characters were woke up by howls of wolves. Driga, Baldwin and Baldur were surprised: why were wolves howling at such a time? It didn’t seem natural.
On the morning, the characters noticed that the Doverson had left. Driga could easily find their tracks who went to a clearing near the nearby woods. The tracks were joined by those of elves. Neither elves nor halflings had survived, as both went on their way and got ambushed a mile or so from the clearing.
The party waited until most guests left, including the (ex-?) slaver, to find much information. Jill, sensing she had allies, gave the characters a message stating that the other serving girl, Daisy, had noticed a basin full of bloodied clothes in Merrod’s room.
Mirko and Driga searched Merrod’s room and found an hidden trapdoor. They quickly descended and found themselves in a complex. The other men who were lounging on wooden boxes transformed themselves into wolf-men hybrids. The battle was engaged. Mirko’s punches and kicks made quick work of one of the werewolf, while the other surrendered and was tied down.
Meanwhile, Baldur and Baldwin confronted Merrod who summoned his three guards. One guard didn’t survive Baldwin’s lightning bolt spell, while the other flew. Merrod himself transformed into a werewolf but was cut down by Fronaus’ Sentence, Baldwin’s sword. Jill arrive, sword in hand…