Game Session: 7/29/2012
Pictures from the 7-29-12 Session
The Blood Marsh, Hampshire, England.
Cold, Cloudy, Light Winds
The party began to scavenge the fallen goblins, orcs and hobgoblins. They found strange blades of blackened steel, arrows shafted by unusual wood topped with hard black-glass arrowheads, strange small skulls, feathers and pouches of powder and sands.
Kyrs closed his eyes and put his hand on his ring. “What was that lady’s name again?” he blurted out.
Beldet asked, “which lady?”
“The lady from the store, the one who sold us this ring.”
Elora knew Kyrs was referring to Obscura. “Evan,” she answered.
“That’s her.” Kyrs concentrated on Evan and thought within his mind, do you have any need for any goblin or orc weapons? Or even a body?
A minute went by before there was a response, but Kyrs could clearly hear her nasally voice respond, yes, yes that is something we would be interested in buying.
Kyrs asked Sasha if she would allow him to place some of the objects within the magical cloth. She agreed and unfolded it. To the disbelief of Aiden and Geddren, Kyrs began putting in an assortment of blades, arrows, pouches and several bodies into a cloth.
The weather was growing deadly cold. Morsight began collecting dried branches and brambles together and placed them in the corner of the keep in order to build a fire. Elora helped. Geddren found her strange circular weapon and returned it to her possession. Finding the fallen goblins that she had slain herself, she took her sword and beheaded them. Several of which, she hung from her side. Her crow, standing on a wall nearby cawed loudly in the cold air.
Beldet walked towards Geddren, looked at her heads with disgust and asked, “what are you doing?”
“I’m taking these heads for the Morrigan,” she said as she cut through the neck of a goblin.
“What is the Morrigan?” Beldet said, never hearing of such tales of anything known as the Morrigan.
“She is my patroness.”
“So she’s like the Virgin Mary?” Beldet smiled.
Geddren looked at Beldet and said firmly, “no, she’s nothing like that.”
“You’re a savage. Look at you with your dirty furs, beheading things and hanging them from your belt. You talk to this beat up, nasty bird that smells like rot.”
“Don’t talk about Babd.” Geddren threatened.
Kyrs interrupted, “It will be dark soon, we should search the keep and see if we can find better shelter.” He walked towards the south tower, with his blade in hand – remembering of archers that were up there before. Keldon was not far behind him. Beldet scoffed, and motioned with his head for Aiden and Sasha to join him as he walked north.
Inside the south tower, Keldon and Kyrs found a rusted ladder leading upwards towards a hatch in the ceiling. Kyrs carefully went up the ladder, his dagger in hand, and opened the hatch slowly. Finding nothing to be alarmed of, he went through the hatch. Here he found the arrow loops the archers had shot at them from, but there were no archers. Piles of stone rubble laid all about, the ceiling gone from years of weather. However, he now had an excellent vantage point to look from. Keldon climbed up after him shortly. Kyrs looked to the south, and could see two figure running away. He pulled his spyglass and looked. There, from out of bow range, he saw several goblins running away. He followed their path farther south. A dark mass of hundreds of teeming figures were marching towards the ruined keep. An army of goblins, hobgoblins and maybe orcs, armed with spears and swords. Kyrs couldn’t count them all, but he estimated it to be at least a hundred strong, and would be to them in nearly an hour. Keldon pointed out a ratty and torn banner hung on the wall. It was of a red horned man, holding a pitchfork in one hand, and a skull in the other on top of a yellow field. They both scrambled down the ladder to inform the rest of the party of the army.
As Kyrs and Keldon were searching the south tower, Beldet, Aiden and Sasha went north and found a room full of debris, crumbing stone and rotted wood. It smelt faintly of wet fur and dog, Chelsea wagged her tail as she began sniffing in the corners and crevices. Old gnawed bones littered the floor, but Beldet’s canine ignored them. Beldet walked into the room first, and found a chest beneath the frame of a collapsed wooden cot. He tried to open it, but it was locked and secure. He tried to force it, but it would not budge. Frustrated, he threw it to the hard rubble hoping to open it. The chest smashed against the rocks with the sound of wood splintering and cracking, coupled with the shrill shattering of glass. Smokey liquid ran down into the dirt floor from the broken chest. From the remains, Beldet found a moldy cloth bag, he dug his hands inside and pulled 35 copper coins. The rest of them entered as Beldet counted his find. They found many bones from mostly sheep, cattle and deer. They also found the remains of a human, his flesh gone leaving only bone and a suited of worn and rusted chainmail. Around his neck was a hemp necklace, attached to it a rusted iron key. Beldet took the key and pocketed it.
By then, Geddren had finished claiming her spoils and heads. Kyrs and Keldon emerged from the south tower to tell them, Morsight and Elora of the oncoming goblin horde. They had a small fire already ablaze, in case they were unable to find any shelter – but now were concerned with more than just warmth. A place to make a stand was now of paramount importance. The ruined keep was no longer secure and easily defended. Only two walls still stood, the rest were crumbling piles of blocks the creatures would be given little trouble to breach. They all agreed, with the oncoming cold of the night the wilds were no place to run. They would have to make their stand at the keep. The five of them walked north, towards where Beldet, Sasha and Aiden last were.
They met the three as they walked out of the ruined room. It was then, with the sky growing dark that they noticed that there was a wall of wavy and slowly changing colors. Greens, pinks and purples dominated the sky like ghostly wavering clouds. Another unusual sign of the changing weather. Some of them wondered if it had anything to do with Queen Mab and her plans to pull their world into Tirnanog.
Kyrs ignored the fascinating display. “There’s an army of goblins and orcs headed our way,” Kyrs stated as he pointed to the south, “I don’t know how many there are, or how long it will before they get here – but we need to make haste and find shelter.”
“How many do you think there were?” asked Beldet.
Kyrs stammered, “Not sure – a hundred, maybe two hundred? A lot.”
“A lot. And I bet you’re not sure how long we have either before they get here?” Beldet said as he looked in the sky, estimating when the night would come, “Well we had better hurry, there’s gotta be a dungeon or something in these ruins.”
Madmoresight broke in, “did you find anything in there?” nodding towards the room they had come out of.
“I found a chest. Wouldn’t open. So I smashed it. Bunch of glass broke inside and some liquid poured out.” He jangled the cloth bag in the air, coins clinked inside, “but I found some copper.”
Geddren looked at Beldet and said sternly, “You smashed it? And you call me the barbarian?”
Ignoring her comment, Beldet added, “Oh, and I found this key.”
Geddren turned away and growled, “We better get moving.”
Elora looked to Sasha, “Perhaps you should take point at the south tower, warn us if the army gets close.”
Geddren took off her horn and handed it to Sasha, “Here, use this if they get close.” Sasha took the horn and marched off towards the tower, her bow in hand.
Kyrs, Keldon and Geddren searched one room to the south, while Beldet, Aiden and Morsight searched a room to the southeast. Kyrs carefully slipped into the dark chamber, it’s roof still intact, but door rotted from the hinges. Cobwebs dominated the corners and ceiling of the chamber. Laying about on the floor were many moldy and dusty books. Many were rotten and fragile that crumbled upon picking up, some so thick with muck and water that they were completely unreadable. Kyrs began to search through them to see if he could find any that were still legible. As he did, he found a small silver bell, laden with small and unusual glyphs. He finally was able to find one book that had only two pages unscathed from the elements. One page was a sigil – an illustration of a horned humanoid with four arms. One the next page, it read something of thirty silver coins to Judas – paid to betray Jesus. Kyrs could not read much more of it, the writing was old and elaborate. He also found a slip of paper that read, “…lies beneath the north tower in the Crystal Grotto.” Keldon took a look at the book and placed it down, saying that the illustration was not anything that he knew of.
While Kyrs, Aiden and Geddren searched the room of cobwebs and books, Beldet, Aiden and Madmorsight search the chamber to the southeast. It was a large room, a large oak table had fallen in the center of the room. Rusted iron pots and pans, kitchen utensils were scattered on the floor and hanging from thick hooks on the walls. At the end of the eastern wall a large fireplace dominated the wall, it’s blackened stones long since gone cold. Beldet walked into the room with his blade drawn. From a corner, a snake shot out at Beldet. It plinked off if his armor harmlessly, Beldet quickly cleaved it in two. It was thick headed, with zigzag markings of black or dark brown on its back – a poisonous adder. They searched the ruined kitchen but were unable to find anything of real value. Madmorsight proudly walked out with an armful of pots and pans.
The party, except Sasha who remained as lookout, met together in the muddy courtyard. The only place to look was the north tower. Only the walls of the tower still remained, standing some twelve to fifteen feet high. Sockets where the roof beams divided the second floor from the ground level were still visible, but the wooden beams and flooring were long gone. An iron ladder was bolted to the north wall, but it lead to nothing but a rusted end. They searched the room, but not find anything. Remembering the note he had found, Kyrs began searching the floor. He moved the rubble and soil away from where the ladder stood and uncovered a trapdoor. He tried pulling it open, but was unable to. He asked Beldet for the key he had found, with it the door opened.