Baldak Oakfist
Thu, 1st Aug '02, 2:34pm
As Gaspar and Knomal continued on their trek back to Jalanthar, they couldn’t help but feel as though they were being watched. Something sinister was biding its time, but it seemed to remain just out of their sight. Gaspar let out a sigh if relief as they approached the town, even if it wasn’t the most hospitable place. Turning the wagon into the courtyard of the Crowing Cockatrice, they entered the inn to retrieve their companions. Robidolian was waiting for them, seated at the bar, slowly drinking some honey ale, preferring to avoid the much stronger Jalanthar Amber for which the inn was famous. He was asking the barkeep about the area around Jalanthar, but was simply redirected to a cloaked figure in the corner. Nimbul was nosing around asking questions about any recent events, it seems that several local residents were found dead and half eaten in the woods just north west of the town.
Wanting to track down the Drow in the area, Robidolian approached the cloaked figure, he brought along a pint of Jalanthar Amber as an offering. Garret Orcsplitter was one of the best trackers in the region, and Robidolian learned from him of some recent activity in the vicinity of a rocky hill called Three Stone Peak. After securing directions, he returned to the party. Iris was in the process of checking out the chain and pitons Gaspar and Knomal had obtained, they were indeed magical. In fact they were infused with a Divine Magic similar to the positive energy clerics use in their fight against undead.
Wanting to waste no time, the party set off toward Three Stone Peak. After heading north West for about two miles, the terrain became impassable for the wagon, so they hid the wagon and let the horses loose. Another mile of travel passed when Knomal saw a gray creature move into some underbrush ahead. He moved ahead of the party to scout the situation, but as he approached to within 100 feet of the creature, it retreated toward the north west another 100 feet. The party decided that it would not be prudent to have this creature stalking them, so they attempted to persue it. As they again approached the creature’s hiding place, it quickly moved off toward the north west. Knomal fired off a quick arrow, but missed. Since they could not seem to get close enough to attack the creature, they decided to continue on towards their original destination, keeping out a keen eye for any ambush. The evening came about the point at which they were to turn to the west, so they decided to make camp for the night. For safety, they arranged the watch in 5 two hour shifts; Gaspar and Robidolian would take the first, Robidolian and Nimbul would take second, Nimbul and Iris would take third, Iris and Knomal would take fourth, and Knomal and Gaspar would take the last.
It seemed as though the night would pass with no incidents until about 1 ½ hours before sunrise. Knomal observed a shadowy figure approaching from the west, and as he was launching his attack, Gaspar having been distracted by Knomal’s activity, was attacked from behind. The two Worgs attacked viciously, the larger of the two knocked Gaspar down, and the other charged Knomal. Knomal sank two of his blue arrows into the Worg, but it was able to shake off the poison and continued the charge. Gaspar grabbed his Axe and leapt up to return the attack, receiving yet another bite from the creature. Nimbul sprang into action, striking the larger of the two Worgs from behind while Iris let loose with Magic Missiles at the other. Knomal dropped his Bow, drawing his dagger, and sliced into the smaller one as it completed its charge, tearing into Knomal’s flesh with a severe bite. Robidolian acted quickly to cast a healing spell on the severely damaged Gaspar as the beast turned its attention to Nimbul, tearing into his side. Now fully ready for the attacks of the Worgs, the party coordinated their attacks bringing down the larger of the two. The other one turned and headed back toward the underbrush, but was taken down by Iris’ last minute Magic Missiles. Each of the two Worgs wore a collar that was inscribed with some Orcish words. Robidolian translated them; "Given to Ugreth from His Father King Obould.” Clearly these two Worgs were the pets of someone.
In the morning, they moved off to the west, coming upon a shallow stream after about two miles. Following the stream, they were heading between two small rocky hills when Knomal noticed an Orc standing near a tree. Fortune was on their side this time, as the Sun was to their backs, diminishing the Orcs Vision in that direction. Knomal borrowed Gaspar’s Bow and before the Orc knew what was happening, it was lying dead, an arrow piercing its throat. Nimbul immediately began to scout out the area. On the western tip of the Hill known as Three Stone Peak, there was a cave entrance, partially hidden by a makeshift blind constructed of fir tree branches. Moving through the trees, they headed to the southern face of the hill, just to the east of the cave entrance. They wanted to take full advantage of the Sun’s blinding effects on any Orc scouts. Iris used her wand of invisibility on Robidolian, and he went to observe the entrance, noting that there was one guard at the entrance.
For a map of the area go to http://home.attbi.com/~baldak/LowResImages/Wilderness_Area.JPG
Each party member received 600 experience.
Wanting to track down the Drow in the area, Robidolian approached the cloaked figure, he brought along a pint of Jalanthar Amber as an offering. Garret Orcsplitter was one of the best trackers in the region, and Robidolian learned from him of some recent activity in the vicinity of a rocky hill called Three Stone Peak. After securing directions, he returned to the party. Iris was in the process of checking out the chain and pitons Gaspar and Knomal had obtained, they were indeed magical. In fact they were infused with a Divine Magic similar to the positive energy clerics use in their fight against undead.
Wanting to waste no time, the party set off toward Three Stone Peak. After heading north West for about two miles, the terrain became impassable for the wagon, so they hid the wagon and let the horses loose. Another mile of travel passed when Knomal saw a gray creature move into some underbrush ahead. He moved ahead of the party to scout the situation, but as he approached to within 100 feet of the creature, it retreated toward the north west another 100 feet. The party decided that it would not be prudent to have this creature stalking them, so they attempted to persue it. As they again approached the creature’s hiding place, it quickly moved off toward the north west. Knomal fired off a quick arrow, but missed. Since they could not seem to get close enough to attack the creature, they decided to continue on towards their original destination, keeping out a keen eye for any ambush. The evening came about the point at which they were to turn to the west, so they decided to make camp for the night. For safety, they arranged the watch in 5 two hour shifts; Gaspar and Robidolian would take the first, Robidolian and Nimbul would take second, Nimbul and Iris would take third, Iris and Knomal would take fourth, and Knomal and Gaspar would take the last.
It seemed as though the night would pass with no incidents until about 1 ½ hours before sunrise. Knomal observed a shadowy figure approaching from the west, and as he was launching his attack, Gaspar having been distracted by Knomal’s activity, was attacked from behind. The two Worgs attacked viciously, the larger of the two knocked Gaspar down, and the other charged Knomal. Knomal sank two of his blue arrows into the Worg, but it was able to shake off the poison and continued the charge. Gaspar grabbed his Axe and leapt up to return the attack, receiving yet another bite from the creature. Nimbul sprang into action, striking the larger of the two Worgs from behind while Iris let loose with Magic Missiles at the other. Knomal dropped his Bow, drawing his dagger, and sliced into the smaller one as it completed its charge, tearing into Knomal’s flesh with a severe bite. Robidolian acted quickly to cast a healing spell on the severely damaged Gaspar as the beast turned its attention to Nimbul, tearing into his side. Now fully ready for the attacks of the Worgs, the party coordinated their attacks bringing down the larger of the two. The other one turned and headed back toward the underbrush, but was taken down by Iris’ last minute Magic Missiles. Each of the two Worgs wore a collar that was inscribed with some Orcish words. Robidolian translated them; "Given to Ugreth from His Father King Obould.” Clearly these two Worgs were the pets of someone.
In the morning, they moved off to the west, coming upon a shallow stream after about two miles. Following the stream, they were heading between two small rocky hills when Knomal noticed an Orc standing near a tree. Fortune was on their side this time, as the Sun was to their backs, diminishing the Orcs Vision in that direction. Knomal borrowed Gaspar’s Bow and before the Orc knew what was happening, it was lying dead, an arrow piercing its throat. Nimbul immediately began to scout out the area. On the western tip of the Hill known as Three Stone Peak, there was a cave entrance, partially hidden by a makeshift blind constructed of fir tree branches. Moving through the trees, they headed to the southern face of the hill, just to the east of the cave entrance. They wanted to take full advantage of the Sun’s blinding effects on any Orc scouts. Iris used her wand of invisibility on Robidolian, and he went to observe the entrance, noting that there was one guard at the entrance.
For a map of the area go to http://home.attbi.com/~baldak/LowResImages/Wilderness_Area.JPG
Each party member received 600 experience.