A Blinding Wight Light
19 July 2010-
The horse buying mission met with little initial success, as we returned to the town in the rain only to discover that the townspeople were gone. The buildings looked like they had been broken into, with the occupants dragged out by force into the increasingly cold, wet night. Luckily, tracking the townies proved easy in the mud, and we followed the trail in hopes of accomplishing some sort of rescue.
Along the way, the night got increasingly cold, and there were eerie howls in the air, but nothing threatened us, so we kept going until we topped a small hill and saw the group before us. The townspeople had been seized by a group of orc slavers, and were getting ready to make camp for the coming day. We quickly laid out some plans to attempt a rescue, and were starting to sneak in towards the camp, when we observed three ragged figures charging the orcs. In no time, there was a serious battle under way, with the large number of orcs trying to defend themselves from three angry barrow wights!
In the midst of the battle, Schmitty's monk and my half-elven samurai (yes, there was a last-minute change of plans on my part) attacked from the other side. Our spell casters opened up, and Craig's lizard man proved that atlatls had been the range weapons of choice for centuries for a reason. Things were really going our way when Kevin's half-ogre mage decided to Flash (we're talking the spell, here, by the way) the orcs. Some of them (and some of us, too) were blinded, but the wights evidently found that much sunlight objectionable, and immediately decided to come after Kevin. Noticing that the villagers were all prostrate on the ground, Kevin quickly knelt, but Craig's lizard man, who didn't kneel, was promptly cut down. Most of the rest of us quickly decided to take a knee, and the wights finished off the remaining few orcs. They then awarded several of us with gold armbands for our bravery, said some benevolent-sounding things in an ancient language to the terrified villagers, and returned to their barrows.
Needless to say, the villagers were very happy to see us, and gave us what they could in reward- the orc gear was sold to our caravan masters, who sold it off over the rest of our journey. At the end of the day, then, our party was both established and off to a good start (except that Craig's lizard man really doesn't like Kevin's half-ogre- go figure).
The horse buying mission met with little initial success, as we returned to the town in the rain only to discover that the townspeople were gone. The buildings looked like they had been broken into, with the occupants dragged out by force into the increasingly cold, wet night. Luckily, tracking the townies proved easy in the mud, and we followed the trail in hopes of accomplishing some sort of rescue.
Along the way, the night got increasingly cold, and there were eerie howls in the air, but nothing threatened us, so we kept going until we topped a small hill and saw the group before us. The townspeople had been seized by a group of orc slavers, and were getting ready to make camp for the coming day. We quickly laid out some plans to attempt a rescue, and were starting to sneak in towards the camp, when we observed three ragged figures charging the orcs. In no time, there was a serious battle under way, with the large number of orcs trying to defend themselves from three angry barrow wights!
In the midst of the battle, Schmitty's monk and my half-elven samurai (yes, there was a last-minute change of plans on my part) attacked from the other side. Our spell casters opened up, and Craig's lizard man proved that atlatls had been the range weapons of choice for centuries for a reason. Things were really going our way when Kevin's half-ogre mage decided to Flash (we're talking the spell, here, by the way) the orcs. Some of them (and some of us, too) were blinded, but the wights evidently found that much sunlight objectionable, and immediately decided to come after Kevin. Noticing that the villagers were all prostrate on the ground, Kevin quickly knelt, but Craig's lizard man, who didn't kneel, was promptly cut down. Most of the rest of us quickly decided to take a knee, and the wights finished off the remaining few orcs. They then awarded several of us with gold armbands for our bravery, said some benevolent-sounding things in an ancient language to the terrified villagers, and returned to their barrows.
Needless to say, the villagers were very happy to see us, and gave us what they could in reward- the orc gear was sold to our caravan masters, who sold it off over the rest of our journey. At the end of the day, then, our party was both established and off to a good start (except that Craig's lizard man really doesn't like Kevin's half-ogre- go figure).
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