by glocness » 05 Mar 2013, 09:35
The hounds picked up where they left off, fleeing the now occupied trog ruin for the safety of the kingdom of highwater and to bring the ill tidings of this monsterous invasion. Through skillful and vigorous interogation of our drow prisoner by the rogue and warlock, we have learned that our enemy numbers in the THOUSANDS, containing drow, orc, half orc, dwarf, hobgoblin, giant, troll, ogre and troglodyte factions with the possability of others as well. The Drakes have provided the key races in this hellish alliance with the magic we've seen thus far, all supplied through the grand visions of their lead, a hob goblin who call himself THE RED DRAGON. Their objective in the trog ruin was to recover a key which is said to unoock and area known as the dealands, so their leader and aquire an ancient artifact from the first king; this kings sword. Somehow this RED DRAGON has a plan to bring about the retun of the dragons to the land. All of his "allies" are conquered nations/factions pressed into service of his army and that the radical weather patterns that are occuring are the result of a combined channelling of roughly 50 casters at a time into this monsterous event....who just so happen to be gaurded by thousands of troops. Of some small note, the Red Drakes seemed to have mobilized and aquired their rappidly expanding power roughly 2 years ago. But, a ray of hope exists; the drow are not happy with their enslavement as they too were betrayed from within, denoting a patern of methodical and systematic planning. While seeking shelter from the unnatural weather in a swamp cave we discovered the commander of the first rescue mission, missing a leg and dying, alone. We tended his wounds and got him stable. The hounds proceeded out of the disgusting swamp, running into a band of friendly trogs along the way who had escaped the carnage of their former home ruin and eagerly joined out party after communicating with Ss'sl'thor and being fed by emergency rations from the ranger and the warlocks pack stores. Finally rid of the fould place, the hounds soon found some fresh water and got mercifully de-funkified, after which the band proceeded to the nearest town of Daverds Keep, a small walled in hovel of a place ran by a minor but pompus noble who kept his air of superiority untilthe hounds forced the nobles arrogant hand, allowing Commander Fang to exert royal authority by seizing command of the town. The town was ordered evacuated, booby-trapped and for the people to proceed to the Highwater capital while the band moves on to the next town, gathering and warning all allies of the impending doom that marches across the lands. Can the drow be turned against their masters? Can the giants be freed from their captivity in this encroaching army? How will the kingdom of Highwater survive this onslaught? What will it take to stem or turn the tide of fate in this ever foreboding war?
The band thus far: 35 troglodyte survivors (mostly females, most with eggs), 1 Troglodyte fighter (chieftains son), 1 goblin barbarian, 1 continuously hungry & frighteningly OMNIVEROUS troll berzerker (HIDE YOUR SHEEP, this thing puts a DRAGON to shame!!!), a 1 legged black hound commander from another squad (now on horseback), Commander Fangoran (acctually a General of Highwaters military forces and former SCREAMING LANCE member), The elven noble sorceress, a cleric, a samuri, a warlock, a rogue, a druid and a maenad ranger......and we wonder why no one invites us in for dinner!!!
Accomplishments:
successful lengthy interogation of drow prisoner
formulate potential plan to enlist the aid of inevetables to enforce a binding contract with the drow
kill 5 trolls
kill 2 drow lookouts
Rescue 1 more of the previous failed rescue party (6/10 found thus far)
Mobilized the people of Daverds Keep and laid traps for the oncoming army to stumble upon to pay for what they loot and destroy
Rescued, fed and escorted 35 friendly refugee troglodytes
Bait snotty noble into acting foolish enough to force Commander Fangoran to usurp his authority and order the evacuation of the town to the capital
Avoided shooting allies with eldritch blasts
No other friendly fire incidents, few wounds and no critical fails (everyone kept their feet this time!!!)
And no one got stabbed in the foot......it's a good day
What did the Rogue say to the troll?
"Hey ugly, hold these blades for me, IN YOUR BACK! HA!!!"