Heroes of Nirmathas

First Night Recap

Good morning everyone!

“Good people of Kassen, we have selected those that we feel will have the best chance of completing the Quest this year,” Mayor Uptal said.

“And the crazed dwarf Dolph, too,” came an anonymous, loud whisper from the back of the crowd.

During the last game the party was formed at Kassen’s south gate, and then immediately booted out of town so they could begin the Quest for the Everflame.

They quickly put together a map that had been scattered amongst the supplies given to them, and Dolph led them through the woods with confidence. He spotted an ambush by a quartet of orcs, and was the first to realize the orcs were illusionary. He then made some amazing rolls and shot the town’s invisible, flying wizard in the rear end. (Impulse control and considering the ramifications of his actions weren’t big in barbarian school.)

Mal repeatedly set things on fire, only realizing at the last minute he was burning spells against something as real as ‘male dwarven hygiene’ and Rosamund had proved to be a formidable caster herself. Matilina took down the last of the orcs, only realizing they were illusions when the wizard flew out of range and the spell ended. She also learned that her new friends were not cowards, even if it did appear Magar had run away like a little elfish girl.

After sheepishly acknowledging they had just fought figments of the imagination, the party again headed south. As the sun went down they heard the strangled cries of a large cat and spotted a mountain of a half-orc attempting to eat said cat. The cat had been lifted into the air by a snare trap and the half-orc had managed to wrap a bit of the trap’s rope around himself. As the orc ran at the cat the rope lifted the cat out of his reach, leading to one very frustrated man. While Rosamund calmed the cat, Dolph calmed the half-orc – by hitting him in the head with the flat side of his battleaxe. They tied the unconscious half-orc up and left him some rations, then went in search of a campsite.

That night wolves attacked during Magar’s turn at watch. They came swiftly, and before Magar had time to react they had knocked him to the ground. The rest of the party sprang forth and together they dispatched the ravenous pack of wolves, although Rosamund had a moral conundrum with the situation. She ordered, or at least loudly suggested, that Dolph bury the bodies of the wolves so they don’t attract the attention of any of the night’s other denizens.

Dolph dragged the bodies a short distance downwind and quickly dug a shallow grave. After dumping the first body in the hole he became aware that Ralf was desperately attempting to tell him something. As Dolph looks around he sees that one of the wolves, the one that Mal had noticed had a distended stomach, is again standing. Green goo is oozing from the dead wolves eyes, ears, nose and mouth. When a bit of the goo drips off it seems to quietly sizzle when it hits the grass.

We’ll pick up the game with the dead wolf standing there with its head cocked, staring at Dolph. Are you ready to roll initiative, dwarf?



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