Campaign Journals 03-29-08

[Greylen]

Dettricks Journal:

It was a good day... Not often do I get to let loose so much firepower so quickly. But these Giants obligingly clumped together to make my maximized fireball all that much more effective. <grin>

Once we stopped the terrified elves and convinced them we were not a threat, the calmed down and took the shelter we found for them. Our bookish elf friend volunteered to stay with them, so all-in-all, it was a good days work.

Continuing on to Elfport, we ran across who we assumed was the Scout for the elves, who was running interference with the Giants. Ty again was pleased to surprise the elf with her superior hiding skills... As was her nature, I could see her after giving him some tips on how to hide better.

The Scout told us of some other elves being held by the giants in a nearby cave. I hate to take MORE time with this, but we cannot leave innocents in the hands of such despicable evil.

Coming up on the entrance, the scout and Ty decide to check out the cave, before we attack. While they were gone, I kept getting a feeling of impending doom and finally, succumbing to the feeling, I sheepishly took out a potion of See Invisibility and drank it.

Looking around, I saw the elf standing not 5 feet from me... at the same time he smirked and cast a spell. Darkness enfolded me and I heard shouting from my companions as the ground shook from what I took as the Giants attacking our position.

But I had other things to attend too. Casting quickly, I gathered the wild magic into me and converted it into a pure burst of energy that exploded from my body into the surrounding area.

Take that, I muttered as I quickly ran toward the hill out of the darkness. Looking around, I didn't see the vile betrayer, so I concentrated again and sent a burst of lightning between the two Giants.

Staggered but not down, I hit them again with a fireball, knowing their weakness... but it didn't seem to harm them as much as the lightning had. Odd.

By now, I could see arrows slamming into the Giants from behind, which was a relief, at least Ty was OK, I thought.

Finally, the giants went down and looking around, could tell they had exacted a terrible cost, as most of the fighters looks worse than I'd seem them ever look. But a few healings later and we were on our way again.

I swore, however, that the elf would pay for what he did... looking at Ty, she was grim as well and nodded her answer to my unspoken question. I wouldn't want to be that elf when she found him.

Our decent to Elfport was fairly uneventful, minus an issue with getting down the cliffs in full-plate... damn stuff is very stiff, but surprisingly comfortable. Luckily Urdin, likely hiding a smirk under that beard of his, cast a wind walk for us to 'walk' instead of climb down.

Once down, we setup camp and sent Ty and Yev to scout out the high village, next to the waterfall. It wasn't long before Ty's voice come out of the darkness telling us of Yev's plight and situation. I must say, I was quite astonished we even CONSIDERED allying with the infernal Fey'ri... but I will go and listen, if nothing else, to line them up in my sights. And speaking of Sight, I count the rapidly dwindling "See Invisibility" potions I have. Down to 3 now... make that 2.

Getting to the village, it is a quick matter to see the situation is untenable. We truly do not know the number of the Fey'ri and their locations. Their offer seems an alternative, for now, to fighting now.

But by the gods, an ancient worym? I am confident in my ability to hit whatever I go after, but I have never faced such a beast in their lair.

The lair is close by and after careful deliberation among ourselves, it is decided to try the beast. We will take care of these fey'ri later.

Walking through the waterfall, we found ourselves surrounded in a magical glow from a strange Sigil on the floor. Talking to myself, I study the sigil and suddenly realize it's meaning... just as a dragon flew out of the second cavern.

The breath raked me as it flew by and lightning and arrows flew all around it. I could tell it was hurt, but couldn't get my own spell off in time. It flew through the waterfall and while Ty ran to see if she could track it, it was gone.

I hope we shall have better luck with it's big sister.

[Boric Glanduum]

March 29, 2008

Once I could again stand, we headed off after the running elves. We were able to catch up to them and, after discussion, took them to a cave in the hills where they could hide until we could finish some reconnoitering of the area. They said they were missing some of their comrades we agreed to assist them and went off to find the lost elves. I must confess--I was not overly attentive to the discussions with the elves. I was troubled by the odd way I had acted at the riverside in the battle with the giants. One of them--the one I had charged and disemboweled--had been carrying a quiver full of javelins on his belt. I took them without knowing why; the spear had never been a favorite weapon of mine.

It is strange. Ever since Rimgah jolted me into unconciousness with his energy, I have not felt the same. I feel--constantly--as if a lightning bolt were coursing through my body. My hands and fingers tingle with energy. My every breath is tinged with the smell of a rainstorm.

No. A lightning storm--with a slight odor of burned air. My beard crackles when I comb my fingers through it.

I have felt this way once before, you know. Shortly after the great battle where the Boldauk were lost; it was in the month of Kythorn, in 1370 D.R.--the Year of the Tankard. I was saved from being discovered by an Orc scout through the intervention of a storm: a lightning blast. For several days after the blast--as I fled through the wilderness--I was hyper-aware of the lines of energy coursing through everything around me.

I had plenty of time with my thoughts as we escorted the elves to a cave for protection and rode off in search of their missing scout. It is certainly cause for thought.

Around mid-day we came across an elven scout--a lone elf in these woods led us to believe this was the missing scout. He told us his name was Aryn and that he’d been separated from a larger group and had no idea where they’d all gone. He suspected, however, that a group of elves was being held by giants just a short distance away. Aryn proposed to lead us there and we soon assented.

After a half-hour ride, we started up a ridge. Three of us went to the top of the ridge to reconnoiter. The top of the ridge overlooked a small valley--a dale (??) really--about 40 yards. A cave entrance is visible on the far side of the valley. As we watched, wo giants appeared at the mouth of the cave, walking from the darkness. I ducked back down below the ridge and returned to where the others were waiting.

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