"Your Mother was a Hamster..."

9 July 2008-

After our long hiatus, we were back in the saddle again this week, wrapping up Craig's adventure. We returned the children and the livestock we had rescued last session to their respective guardians, and thus earned the friendship of the locals, who helped us get the rest of the way through the fens to the small city on the other side. Once there, we met up with Jeff's PC's uncle, who was a man of substance in the region, and who happily welcomed our band of refugees.

We commiserated with the uncle for a day or so, but were then informed that the enemy leader who had started this whole thing in an effort to force Jeff's cousin to marry him had just arrived in town with a small armed force and a large group of slaves for the local slave market. Figuring (rightly, it turned out) that these were our folks captured in the raid, we suited up and headed into town for an old-fashioned showdown. It seems that in this part of the world, it is acceptable to call out one's opponents in public, and Brian's bard issued the challenge in a way sure to insult and enrage our foes. They charged, and eBill and eMike started shooting them while the rest of us closed the distance. Highlights included eBill's critical hit to a soldier's eye in the first round, and Craig's fillet of face of another- and Bruce chased down the "dirty stinking traitor" that had helped betray his own people and beat him to death. End result?: Us: Eight, Them: None- and the enemy Duke is now a head shorter. We get one clearly in the "win" column, and Jeff's cousin gets left alone.