Olde Skoole

On the Way to Greyhawk

Orcs 5 - Tanner 1

Zagigs bridge

PCs: Tanner
Extras: 5

Fate was cruel today, once again proving that Istus is a harsh mistress. After exploring some of the caves in the Cairn Hills, I decided to head to Greyhawk to regroup. I’d had enough looking through empty crypts and tombs, and needed a new plan.

I thought the trip would be fairly straightforward. The last I had heard, the River Road to the free city was open and safe. However, when we got to Zagig’s Bridge we ran into a group of orcs that had attacked the small village that had grown up around the bridge. There were several dead bodies in the street, and some overturned wagons. We took up positions to hit the orcs from range, while Jase and I attempted to move through a row of houses to get behind them. Unfortunately, all the shots only served to alert the orcs that we were in the area. I thought Jase and I were in good shape with our part of the battle, but suddenly the leader orc appeared above the houses on a wyvern. He blasted us with a magical spell, taking out one of my men.

I didn’t actually see it myself, but the screams of the rest of my men told me they were not faring any better. Fortunately, one of them got off a vicious shot at the leader. It didn’t take him completely out of the combat, but it did buy us some more time. However, soon Jase and I were surrounded by orcs. She went down with a blow from a heavy mace to her head. I actually got hit in the face by two of her teeth.

Since I was all alone at this point, I killed one of the orcs and decided to run for it. I managed to allude the orcs as they made half-hearted attempt to capture me. The leader was pretty mad though, yelling out that XXX would be mad that I got away. As I was making my escape I ran into one of the survivors from the original attack. He said his name was Ricard Damaris and that he owned the Green Dragon Inn. He was pretty beat up, but the two of us made it away from the bridge and the orcs.

Richard continued telling me his story as we walked. Evidently his caravan of supplies was attacked. Most of them made their escape by heading to the ruins of the old Castle. He also said that he had lost his magical sword, in fact he was pretty distressed during that part of his tale. As we made it to the city, he offered me a room at the Green Dragon. Never one to turn down a free bed, I gladly accepted.

The offer of a room turned out to be particularly lucky. The city was very crowded, as several people had made the pilgrimage to witness the burial of the famed cleric Riggby. I tried to meet up with a few of my contacts in the city, but it was just too crowded. Eventually, I made my way back to the Green Dragon.


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