Our seventh session, 17 September 2011:
The Protagonists, as in the last session:
Gilles: Seppo The Protagonist
Eric: Balto The Warrior-Scholar
Beau: Aldan The Righteous Deliverer
Hector: Foliage The Warped
Tulia The Librarian
Today joined by:
Tony: Rast The Amazing Spellcaster
Gorbo The Apprentice, loyally at his side
The session began with the first five heroes resting at the mouth of the tomb of Naxim the Mountain Man; Rast and Gorbo conveniently met up with the group on the trail back to the Outer Hold. Nature, perhaps resulting from the offenses against the Tomb despite the efforts of the Demented Druid, rallied against the party, grasping at ankles, swooping from above, and otherwise making for a wary return hike.
As it happened, on a winding ridgetop path through unwelcome trees the party was met with two feral boars, mad and charging, supported by pairs of mysterious sylvan spirits. Aldan, in the spirit of protecting Tulia, the charge he is forbidden to embrace, nobly took a boar-gore in the back, before crafting a lethal pig-sticker by strapping Back Talker to a branch. Rast entangled one beast with a web and lifted an obscuring mist upon the sylvan assassins as Balto rushed into the fray to chase down the spirits which had struck him with an arrow (a rare chance for Balto to feel the sting of injury so often enjoyed by his comrades). Seppo proved the mortality of the tree-spirits with a crossbow bolt and was then gored and flipped into the air by the boar which had escaped Rast's webs. Foliage brought the boar to heel and as Balto arrested one unlucky spirit he translated the creature's tongue to learn they sought to cleanse the woods from "defilers" who did not properly respect the memory of The Mountain Man.
As the sylvan creature faded from existence and with Foliage barking like a schoolteacher to his unruly fellow travelers, adolescent Seppo, regaining consciousness as he rested in the lap of Tulia, declared an end to his childish antics. She patted him on the head and laughed off the silly words of her adopted younger brother.
Back in Fortress Town, in the Outer Hold, the people were shaken up and on guard. Foliage, ever blunt, demanded to know who had defiled the Tomb and taken the Iron-Shafted Spear. The heroes learned of a group of "adventurers" who marched in from the Tomb's direction, brandishing the Spear, roughed up the place, apparently assaulted a crazed woodsman, and left hooting off for Gar.
Aldan, true to his original duty, broached pacifying the "rebellious" Fortress Town and tried to reason to a solution with the town's elders. The independent-minded folk wouldn't play, so they agreed the Town would make a donation (or tribute, as The Paladin justified) to the rulers of Gar of local goat cheese, beer, and the very rye bread which Tulia, ever the loyal citizen of Gar, had warned the visitors against sampling. After loading a wagon full of the town's finest, the heroes set out for Gar.
Back at The Beetle, the heroes set off in their own directions: Aldan was grilled by the priests at the Temple of the Searing Light as to the success or failure of his impossible one-man mission; Foliage got drunk and shared the tribute with the owners of the Beetle; Rast went to the Red Veil exclusive club for the city's power players, meeting up with the wealthy and foolish theoretical thaumaturgian Otto, who funded the joint research of a spell to detect such artifacts as the heroes had been seeking; Balto and Seppo learned of Ekk The Fence, a fatherly type running one of the more savory businesses in Gar's lawless Canal Town...
Ah, Canal Town: A bilge-soaked den of thieves, deal-makers, drunks, and unsavory shellfish tenders. As Balto cased the area, it turned out Ekk, out of his dank and debris-filled lair, had a job for young Seppo, which put him in touch with Reinhart, who it turned out was one of the very adventurers who held The Iron-Shafted Spear.
He agreed to meet with the heroes, where he sheepishly admitted to having fallen out with the other two, over the terms of their deal with the client who paid them to retrieve the spear. He knew of the heroes and was hoping not to have run in with them.
Upon learning from Reinhart that the adventurers' once-comrades were frequent patrons of the Canal Town's Broken Cup, a drinking hall not for the faint of heart, lungs, or liver, they marched the poor hostage into the place, barricaded the exits, and stationed their number hunching under the low ceilings in disguise, obscured by the impenetrable smoke, tar, and ill-humor of the Cup. Aldan, wisely thinking of his honor, set up guard outside the "secret" rear door identified earlier by Balto's investigations.
Sure enough, the two remaining adventurers recognized Reinhart, and were immediately set upon by the heroes. A chase ensued over the narrow planks and slippery canal edges, with Foliage transforming into hawk form to guide the pursuit. As the outnumbered "adventurers" were bravely cornered by the heroes on a rain-soaked jetty between two canals, the pair was met with a massacre of combined heroic fury, but not before Foliage, in an un-replicable twist of Fate, re-formed into human shape and fell, Branch Cutter in hand, upon the Spear-wielder, who thrust the Spear right through the heart of the Demented Druid. The two falling to the ground together in a heap.
And so, thus ended the session with a taint; in the rain, dark, and damp on another late winter night, the Iron-Shafted Spear was recovered but at the cost of its protector and inheritor.
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