Adventure Log: April 22 - 2007
So not to confuse those on my friend's list. This post is a journal for my gaming group of our activities during the last session, and since it's probably going to be long, and possibly not going to be of any interest to those who weren't involved. I'll cut it.
With Breklor's astounding performance against the Wingclipper's henchmen in the swamps we had decided to make camp. The sky still black above us, having left us in the perpetual twilight of the swamps, with aching muscles to provide vivid testimony to the thick muck that mires our feet into the earth.
Limited by the chilling water and thick mud, we were forced to briefly scout the area around us, but we were unable to find a proper place to set camp, and we couldn't allow ourselves the warming luxury of a fire when so close to the spires of Nightshade hold. We had selected a tree's hewn trunk standing from the murk, thinking its base would serve at least to keep us out of the chilling grasp of the swamps, and having settled and begun the process of choosing watch, Gir seemed to grow upset, fidgeting about his master's shoulder. I too, can hear the distant thrum from the hold, but it seems that his sensitive ears could pick out something more threatening, the sound of their advance.
Breklor and I set about scheming, drawing up plans with our comrades to best take advantage of the coming advance of our enemy, and our curious caster had sent his faithful familiar into the night to surreptitiously scout the advance. Gir returned to us with unwelcome news, a large group was approaching us rapidly from the hold, with at least a full dozen toads, far more troops than we had seen before, and an untested foe.
Laying what we were certain was a careful trap, we'd chosen to settle at the base of our camp, laying carefully in wait. Regdar settled into the muck at my side, waiting in the dark night as Lidya rapidly made her way to a nearby stump of her own in hopes of taking full advantage of our unaware foes.
We couldn't possibly have expected the curious sight to rise out of the shadows though. We had anticipated riders in a tight formation, the spearhead for the Wingclipper's men, but although the dreadful, rising sound of the approaching toads gave us foreboding warning of their advance, we found them bare backed and spread wide in search.
Having carefully summoned a pair of camians into the thick mud in front of us, while Breklor prepared a poisonous viper in the water only a short distance away, we waited patiently in the hope that the toads wouldn't rush us. Spread wide with a dozen feet between their giant, slick skinned bodies, we could only hope to fell them rapidly... Dim shapes in the dark night and information from Gir had told us that their leader, the Wingclipper, and one of his henchmen rode with this bestial horde...
My camians attacked immediately, placed well in front of us so that they could properly take advantage of their skills as clandestine hunters of the depths. One's tail struck the toad firmly, but its response was simply to tear the thrashing lizard from the water and swallow it whole! Never had I seed such a feat by even such a truly monstrous creature.
The other toads rushed rapidly towards and past us, many seeming totally oblivious to our presence, or perhaps under some sort of unearthly thrall. One set into close battle with the first of my camians, but the writhing lizard kept well clear of it's lashing tongue while delivering fierce smashes with its tail to fend the beast back. Another rushed directly for Regdar and myself, while yet another of our foes sat assuredly battling a truly difficult meal.
Undisrupted by the snake Breklor had conjured to keep it at bay, the toad rushing towards Regdar and I was stopped cold by my wolf's jaws, thrown down into the very mud of its home by courageous jaws as Regdar pushed forwards into the mud to do battle directly with another terrible croaking menace looming in the darkness. Lydia's rapid arrow found a home deep in another frog's oily hide, but the beast seemed undeterred...
Perhaps we had underestimated our foe's constitution, again and again my wolf and I set about slashing and cutting at the beast between us in the muck while Regdar laid the powerful swipes of his blade across another toad's flanks.
Lidya, forced to retreat to our side, downed a magical elixir of some sort, vanishing suddenly from sight to elude her foe while thundering bolts from Breklor's crossbow found toad and mud both. Nothing could prepare us for seeing the toad locked in combat with Regdar drag him suddenly into its maw, tugging to drag him into its depths. Only rapid casting managed to keep our minotaur from the ghastly heat of that poisoned maw, as Breklor send Gir with a magical missive most masterful, touching the tip of Regdar's heel and increasing his side twofold, enough to keep the toad from its meal.
But not myself.
Lost in combat, matching the bob and weave of my companion's bites, I wasn't aware of its compatriot's tongue lashing around my arm until the sudden darkness gripped about me. Only Lydia's rapid slicing in my place, and cruel swipes of Regdar's sword, so powerful that I could feel them from within my prison as I cut at the toad's innards perhaps kept me from a gruesome fate, as the toad fell in the muck just as my knife's slashes brought me to the darkness and blessed cool, fresh air...
And to the Wingclipper's haunting voice.
The Wingclipper bids us parlay with him, that we should cease our struggles and abandon our quest to see him flushed from the swamps... But at what cost, could such a boon come?
With Breklor's astounding performance against the Wingclipper's henchmen in the swamps we had decided to make camp. The sky still black above us, having left us in the perpetual twilight of the swamps, with aching muscles to provide vivid testimony to the thick muck that mires our feet into the earth.
Limited by the chilling water and thick mud, we were forced to briefly scout the area around us, but we were unable to find a proper place to set camp, and we couldn't allow ourselves the warming luxury of a fire when so close to the spires of Nightshade hold. We had selected a tree's hewn trunk standing from the murk, thinking its base would serve at least to keep us out of the chilling grasp of the swamps, and having settled and begun the process of choosing watch, Gir seemed to grow upset, fidgeting about his master's shoulder. I too, can hear the distant thrum from the hold, but it seems that his sensitive ears could pick out something more threatening, the sound of their advance.
Breklor and I set about scheming, drawing up plans with our comrades to best take advantage of the coming advance of our enemy, and our curious caster had sent his faithful familiar into the night to surreptitiously scout the advance. Gir returned to us with unwelcome news, a large group was approaching us rapidly from the hold, with at least a full dozen toads, far more troops than we had seen before, and an untested foe.
Laying what we were certain was a careful trap, we'd chosen to settle at the base of our camp, laying carefully in wait. Regdar settled into the muck at my side, waiting in the dark night as Lidya rapidly made her way to a nearby stump of her own in hopes of taking full advantage of our unaware foes.
We couldn't possibly have expected the curious sight to rise out of the shadows though. We had anticipated riders in a tight formation, the spearhead for the Wingclipper's men, but although the dreadful, rising sound of the approaching toads gave us foreboding warning of their advance, we found them bare backed and spread wide in search.
Having carefully summoned a pair of camians into the thick mud in front of us, while Breklor prepared a poisonous viper in the water only a short distance away, we waited patiently in the hope that the toads wouldn't rush us. Spread wide with a dozen feet between their giant, slick skinned bodies, we could only hope to fell them rapidly... Dim shapes in the dark night and information from Gir had told us that their leader, the Wingclipper, and one of his henchmen rode with this bestial horde...
My camians attacked immediately, placed well in front of us so that they could properly take advantage of their skills as clandestine hunters of the depths. One's tail struck the toad firmly, but its response was simply to tear the thrashing lizard from the water and swallow it whole! Never had I seed such a feat by even such a truly monstrous creature.
The other toads rushed rapidly towards and past us, many seeming totally oblivious to our presence, or perhaps under some sort of unearthly thrall. One set into close battle with the first of my camians, but the writhing lizard kept well clear of it's lashing tongue while delivering fierce smashes with its tail to fend the beast back. Another rushed directly for Regdar and myself, while yet another of our foes sat assuredly battling a truly difficult meal.
Undisrupted by the snake Breklor had conjured to keep it at bay, the toad rushing towards Regdar and I was stopped cold by my wolf's jaws, thrown down into the very mud of its home by courageous jaws as Regdar pushed forwards into the mud to do battle directly with another terrible croaking menace looming in the darkness. Lydia's rapid arrow found a home deep in another frog's oily hide, but the beast seemed undeterred...
Perhaps we had underestimated our foe's constitution, again and again my wolf and I set about slashing and cutting at the beast between us in the muck while Regdar laid the powerful swipes of his blade across another toad's flanks.
Lidya, forced to retreat to our side, downed a magical elixir of some sort, vanishing suddenly from sight to elude her foe while thundering bolts from Breklor's crossbow found toad and mud both. Nothing could prepare us for seeing the toad locked in combat with Regdar drag him suddenly into its maw, tugging to drag him into its depths. Only rapid casting managed to keep our minotaur from the ghastly heat of that poisoned maw, as Breklor send Gir with a magical missive most masterful, touching the tip of Regdar's heel and increasing his side twofold, enough to keep the toad from its meal.
But not myself.
Lost in combat, matching the bob and weave of my companion's bites, I wasn't aware of its compatriot's tongue lashing around my arm until the sudden darkness gripped about me. Only Lydia's rapid slicing in my place, and cruel swipes of Regdar's sword, so powerful that I could feel them from within my prison as I cut at the toad's innards perhaps kept me from a gruesome fate, as the toad fell in the muck just as my knife's slashes brought me to the darkness and blessed cool, fresh air...
And to the Wingclipper's haunting voice.
The Wingclipper bids us parlay with him, that we should cease our struggles and abandon our quest to see him flushed from the swamps... But at what cost, could such a boon come?