Session013

Session Twelve - 29th September 2023

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Day Thirty-Six - Arriving at Gardong Marhold.

As morning dawned, the new day saw the party awake feeling somehow more powerful from their albeit interrupted rest. (In other words, they had levelled up overnight). Cormir, having slept the second part of the night in his armour, was still feeling the after effects (aka didn't get rid of his level of exhaustion), and as the group broke camp, settled onto the driving seat of their undead-horse pulled cart-wagon to continue supervision of Morthos as the tiefling rogue manoeuvred the vehicle back towards the trail they had left the evening before.

Continuing their journey across the wasteland from under the glacier, the group noticed occasional ruins sticking up out of the mud - broken buildings for the most part with only the ancient dwarven built ones looking even vaguely still standing.

With the weather an overcast, but warm day, visibility was good, and after barely an hour of travelling, as the trail passed through a particularly muddy area dominated by large boulders sticking up out of the mud, the group encountered some bandits that had failed to hide well enough to launch an ambush. Realising they had been spotted, the bandits opened fire, some hurling flasks that burst into sticky strands.

As the battle got going in earnest, Morthos and Cormir jumped down from the front of the cart, landing in the mud to hide behind nearby boulders. Drex initially remaining in the cart, taking potshots with his eldritch blast through the front as Mogadon exited the cart by the rear and stood to its side. Spotting the possible leader, Drex cast a spell making the man flee in panic. Deciding to also exit the cart via the rear, Drex suddenly spotted Chillwyrm the wyvern arrowing in from the sky towards him. In a desperate move, Drex pulled out the recently acquired iron flask, and ripped open its brass stopper.

Instantly, with a swirl of hot smoke, a large figure, an efreeti, materialised in front of Drex and looked down at the warlock cowering under the rear of the cart, the smoking bottle still in his hand. With a gravelly voice full of spits and crackles, the figure said something. Spank responded in an excited chatter, gesturing at first Drex and then behind the Efreeti towards the imminently arriving wyvern. Spinning on his heel, the efreeti turned to defend itself from the wyvern.

As the wyvern and the efreeti battled, the latter enlarging itself to tower over the now grounded wyvern, several of the bandits, who had obviously been aligned with the wyvern, turned and fled.

When the battle finally ended, three of the bandits and the wyvern lay dead, the rest fled. Drex, worried that the released efreeti would turn on them, thanked it for its service and told it to return to its own realm, which it promptly did.

Searching the dead, Mogadon noticed that it had a necklace on - which once it had been removed from the Wyvern's neck (by the expeditious method of decapitation) - proved to be magical. Apart from finding a few more gems on the wyvern (it had a marsupial-like pouch), and a few coins plus bits and pieces on the deceased bandits, the heroes found nothing else of importance. Moving on, Drex took the time in the back of the cart to perform the ritual to identify the necklace, deciding to wear it once he realised how good it would make him look (+2 to Charisma score and DC15 to give up a gem in future).

Battle with bandits and Chillwyrm, opening the bottle, identifying necklace, heading on to Gardong Marhold, sneaking onto the top of the ziggurat - Spank scouting down the hole...

Day Thirty-Five - Travelling to Gardong Marhold.

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