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.

PCs: Liam MacMichael, Lunk, MacColl, Ricben, Tanner
Extras: 0

MacColl stood there in the crypt after the last abomination had been smashed into inert shards of bone. He felt the vibrancy that came from danger and melee and also the drain of using so much magic so quickly. He was still strong to be sure, but it had been a few months.

It had all started when Tanner led them out of the city on a wild goose chase for someone’s lost sword. That had produced two weeks of trekking over barren moors and roadway villages. Their pockets had gotten conspicuously lighter over that time so when the entrance to a forgotten tomb was discovered, they were all pleased. (The dead had no need of jewels or wealth so MacColl had no qualms about putting that wealth into his pockets.)

PCs: MacColl, Vec

This night, our rowdy band finds itself near the stairs that leads up to your lodgings. As the group gathers round, you notice a rather hard-edged man at the Dragon Table. It is called such since there usually is a match of Dragon Chess in progress. You overhear the man chastise a young elf. “Idiot! If your people would stop hugging trees perhaps they could put their brains to actual use. What’s the point of long-life if you are just as dumb as the Oak you fell out of?” You see the man move his Thief into a position to checkmate the elf’s King. By the looks of the board, it was a quick game. The elf, ashed faced, stands up and leaves without a word.