“The rain and wind where comin’ down like all the Gods of the Dark Six
decided to take a piss at the same time. When you’re in a situation
like mine, you can only think in metaphors.” – Severin Kirin
Start campaign date: Rhaan 4, 998YK
Current date: Rhaan 14, 998YK, sunset. somewhere on the north peak of
the Graywall mountains.
The six Ogres where at there back, Severin looked to the other party
members, they all had the some thought in mind: should they stay and
fight or make a run for it. The javelin whistled through the air,
hitting Severin at the side of the head, everything went black.
The Ogres where relentless in there attacks, there clubs slamming into
Thormark taking the wind of of his lungs. he maneuvered the Ram to the
side and out of their reach, he pulls a small flask of dark ale from
the Ram’s saddle drink most of it and pours the rest on the open wound
in his shoulder, feeling better he turns his focus back to the fight.
The Ogre was taking cover behind a large boulder, joking about the
“Heavy Tin man”, mocking him and trying to lure him closer. Stilgar’s
armbow locked into place and fired a bolt striking the Ogre in center
forehead killing him instantly – Warfored don’t have a sense of humor.
Two strings of wire come out of the old rusted sword jammed all the
way to its hilt in the rough mountain soil. Thorn gets her knife close
to the green wire. Thormark is standing at her back his fingers are
twitching like hes trying to count invisible coins, cold sweat drips
from his brow “cut the red string” he whispers. Thorn’s knife come
down on the string – she cut the green one, they both look up the
ridge the pile of stones above them is still and unmoving – the trap
is disabled. Thorn stands up and dust herself off with a smug look on
her face, she walks on whistling some Brelandish folk song. The ground
suddenly disappear below her feet a second trap a pit with spikes at
his bottom! but Thormark is there holding her belt stooping her fall.
They walk silently on , later Thormark remembers: changelings are
The strong white light emanating from the cave’s entrance awakes
Severin. He looks around and only see the Rams at first, then he
notice Lerold coming back from the nearby cliff’s edge. There is a
shout from inside the cave, Thron is suddenly near him, running into
the cave. Severin looks to the right he see a two floor wooden house
which seem at odds with its surroundings, some big balloons are tied
with a net to its roof. Two hobgoblins seem to be pushing a floating
disc with strange white orbs of lights into the house’s second floor
and closing its double doors. a Giant with red hair is smoking a pipe
while walking around the hobgoblin’s house.The Giant hears the shout
from the cave, he retrieves a giant black Maul from his back and heads
toward them, the house begins to float up the air.
“There is a large group of Ogres coming up the trail, they will be
here shortly, they others are still in the cave” said Lerold with a
distant tone, his hands at his sides, his eyes fixed on the
approaching Giant. Severin can see the dragonmark lines on his body
shift, and then a gal of strong wind washes over them, the wind speed
and strength increase as it moves away from them to create a tornado,
fog and rain follow. Severin can see the Giant get pushed back
surprised by the force of the wind, the hobgoblin’s house is caught in
the storm and whirl around a few feet above there heads all the way to
the cliff edge and back.
“You may want to run!” says Lerold “That wind will not hold that Giant
for long, fog goes all the way down the cliff now..” his voice can
hardly be heard over the wind “Argonth will come now…”. The Giant
sprints through the storm and emerge from the fog just a few steps
from where Lerold and Severin are standing, his huge Maul is raised.
Lerold turns around and run, he reaches the edge of the cliff and
jumps. The Giant face seem puzzled for a second, but then he turns his
attention to Severin he makes one more step but the half-elf
Severin is standing on the porch of the hobgoblin’s house looking down
on the Giant a few feet below him as the house makes another fast
swirl pass the cave entrance towards the mountain’s wall, “Caiphon