|The Darkmoon Vale, in north western Andoran. It is full of fucking wolves.|
Sunday the 12th
Party: Norm, Vai, Cecil the Sorcerer, Trilliam, Valerious
After three weeks of travel, the caravan crossed the River Foam and pulled into the logging town of Falcon's Hollow. Kurtif hauled his wagons to the High Market to sell goods to the Lumber Consortium, and the party rented rooms in the Sitting Duck. Cecil and Trilliam went hunting for drugs in the High Market and got thrown out after the purchase of some fine dwarven bacon. The local alchemist asked the party to give her a hand treating a local disease, and they decided to set off into the Darkwood to hunt three rare ingredients she needed --- ironbloom mushrooms, elder moss, and rat tail root. They set off in the morning, hoofing it north through the area timbered by the Consortium, reaching th real forest by late afternoon. After being decidedly not welcomed into a lumber camp, the party set up camp in the forest and were set upon by wolves. Lots of wolves. After lupine population management, the night passed rather uneventfully, except that the camp trickster decided to use wolf entrails as garland for the local trees. The next morning, the party ran into a pair of loggers who gave them directions to an semi-abandoned witch's hut. In a dank, mushroom-covered bog they found the hut, guarded only by an ornery animated cauldron (which Norm and Vai proceeded to knock over and tie up. It is now angry). Inside the hut, they found a variety of rotten herbs, including the rat tail root that the alchemist Laurel asked them two retrieve. One ingredient down.
|Yeah, we should definitely burn that down.|
Sunday the 19th
Party: Tokteh, Vai, Hishomi. New additions: Grorgnorb the Half-Orc Cleric and his brother, the alchemist Hodg Q.
Began in the abandoned hut of a swamp witch. Looted odd ingredients, including the musk glands of various foxes, then burned down the house (which screamed). The party set off through the Darkwood vale, searching for the oldest tree in the forest. Found twin dead pixies staked to a tree, which they later buried in a stream. After Tokteh decided to free a fox from a trap, the party was ambushed by a hobgoblin trapper and his hunting apes. Hishomi beat them to death, and Hodg lit a lot of the forest on fire. They spent the night in the hobgoblin's camp, then it was on to the oldest tree in the forest. Vai used magical trickery to grab eldermoss from under the watchful eye of a giant serpent, then they headed on toward the ruined dwarven monastery of Droskar's Crucible. They spent a wet and dreary night in the woods, during which Tokteh and Hodg both found themselves meddled with by the persistent camp pest. The monastery was a short walk from the evening's camp, and the party easily cleared the yard of threads (there were none) and dealt handily with a giant spider living in the watchtower. It was as big as a pony. Tokteh smashed it's head. It was cool.
|Creepy dark forest. What could go wrong?|