Tuesday, July 8, 2014

SESSION TWENTY

So now, the party had the axe Gore in their possession, but could not stay in the stronghold, and would be forced to cover a distance of a mile before getting to the safety of the mountain caves.  Even running full speed, the chances they could make shelter before being attacked by dragons or worse was nil.  After discussing the issue, the party decided the main goal should be to keep the deadly axe out of the hands of the frost giants. To this end, Arcus was told to use his teleport scroll given to him by Basia and bring the axe to the safety of the Citadel, where the dwarves would be able to guard the artifact deep in the earth.  The rest of the group would trick whoever followed them into attacking, but the axe would not be found even if they were killed in the battle that would follow!
            After much deliberations, it was decided that the priest Phyloe would accompany Arcus and the Axe, and the rest of the party would appear to be fleeing across the frozen wastes.  There were no illusions this might be their last battle, especially once the forms of two white dragons were seen flying far up in the sky!
            Goodbyes were said, and luck was wished upon the party and the reluctantly fleeing Arcus and Phyloe.  The spell was cast and both (plus the axe Gore) disappeared, leaving the rest of the grim party to their fate.  Healign up and loading the wagon, they got ready to make the dash from the stronghold to the caves. To maximize their chances of survival, the party split into several groups, with the druid turning into an animal, the bard turning invisible along with Ephros, and the two rangers, half orc and priest riding the wagon with a large wrapped bundle (hopefully confusing whoever would attack them).
As they rushed across the tundra, two white dragons dove to the attack…one was ridden by a frost giant, while the other by the half giant priestess Enoki!  As they swooped to the attack, everyone dove off the wagon except for the Waqsted who dowsed himself with oil and lit himself on fire to attract the attention of at least one of the dragons!  The rangers Argois and Vaerlon rolled past the wagon (as did Chitlin and Chester) and the dragon carrying Enoki swooped low enough to breathe on the half orc, instantly freezing him in a giant pile of ice, destroying the wagon and draft animals as well as sending the half orc unconious. As the other white dragon ridden by the frost giant swooped low, Galgadayle cast a spell that caused a forest of trees to instantly spring up in front of him! Hitting the trees at an insane speed, the dragon dug up nearly 100 yards of soil as it crashed and tumbeld, tearing a wing and grounding it with injuries…the giant who rode the dragon was not as lucky, he bounced across the tundra at a frightful speed, snapping his neck and killing him instantly!
Magical arrows from the rangers feathered the other dragon, as Enoki jumped off to rush to the destroyed wagon to try to retrieve the false axe.  Suddenly, the Korgaard appeared before her and began attacking with his sword, protected by both Stoneskin and Mirror Image, as the ranger Argois and Galadayle joined in on the attack.  However, the giantess had also apparently cast Stoneskin and other spells as the attacks bounced off her, and she was able to hit Argois with a Frost Strike and then cast a spell that caused a long, magical frozen whip to appear in her hand, which whipped out at the party.  Meanwhile, the dragon injured by the trees was cut down by Ephros and Angles, while the other dragon was battled one on one by Vaerlon, who endured a frozen blast before hacking the dragon to pieces with his sword.
Suddenly, what looked like a certain death had turned around!  Enoki was hurting them but now they outnumbered her and her allies were dead.  Korgaard, Argois and Galgadayle circled her looking for an opening and trying to avoid her huge ice axe.  Then, Korgaard’s magical sword of sharpness found an opening,and chopped off Enoki’s right arm at the elbow, causing her to scream in pain and drop her axe (as the hand that had been cut off held the weapon). Bleeding from the wound, she began to weaken and looked desperate. Grasping the medallion around her neck and speaking a word, the circular gate the party had seen before formed behind the giantess and she stepped or fell back through, and then the circle closed.  The party had triumphed and forced Enoki to retreat!  Gathering themselves, along with Enoki’s arm and the axe (and the frozen body of Waqsted), they trudged to the dwarven cave and were greeted by what seemed to be a division of heavily armored dwarves with orders to bring them to their captain.  The dwarves could scarely believe the carnage the party had left behind, and looked at them either fearfully or worshipfully, as they stared at the still warm bodies of the dead white dragons and frost giant on the plains outside the cave. Ephros insulted the dwarves while referring to the sacrifice Gan had made battling the Rhemoraz, implying they had been cowards not only for not entering the stronghold but for allowing them to battle the white dragons and their riders alone. Predictably, the dwarven warriors were not amused. 
The dwarves, however, were civilized enough to bind the wounds of the party before taking them before their leader.   While interested in their story, he wanted no part of them, refused to heal the half orc warrior Waqsted who barely clung to life and was suspicious of the flaming skull Chester….he wanted them on their way, despite their claims to have seized the axe Gore, destroyed the frostmourn of Jarl Turakhan, and whatever other insanity they spewed. Giving them food and drink in the form of rations and wine, the party was dismissed and pointed on their way….a long tunnel through the mountains that, after many miles, would end up at The Citadel and their friend Arcus.  Grumbling at the frankly crappy treatment they had received, the now depleted but proud party began the long journey down the tunnels to The Citadel.

SESSION NINETEEN

SESSION NINETEEN
Kythorn and Flamerule

Chapter One: To the mountains

            Setting off the next day with their small band (swelled by the presence of Phyloe, Gan and Chitlin), the party headed off for the distant Thunderspire Mountains. With the map given them by the priest of Vistna, they figured two weeks would take them to the Frost Giant Fortress, a week to explore, and another two weeks back….just in time to rejoin the merchant train heading back to Norvik.  With Argois, Galgadayle and his animal companions traveling a quarter mile or so in front of the wagon as scouts, the rest of the party rode around the wagon and mules, with Chitlin driving the wagon and Phyloe and the mage Arcus riding aboard.  The first few days the group enjoyed the ride, with no encounters, as the summer weather was particularly comfortable.  Game and water were plentiful, and the trip was most unlike their hazardous journey to Karlsfjord, or to the Vistnan tomb.  On the 5th day, with the mountain range looming only a day away, the druid and ranger scouts noticed many winter wolf tracks criss-crossing the ground coming from the mountain range….interposed with the tracks of a frost giant!  Sending Argois back to warn the party, he reached them just in time to see a large striding figure surrounded with over a dozen giant wolfish forms heading towards the party from the south.  It soon became apparent that a frost giant surrounded by a dozen winter wolves was on some sort of patrol of the area, and he had seen them!  Several fireballs were sent at the giant and his pack, but they were spread out so the damage wasn’t as much as it could have been.  A pitched battle followed, with the scouts finally destroying the giant and his wolves.