Last week we left our self-glorifying hero in a dungeon in the vicinity of Waterhaven, having lead his band of miscreants on a successful mission to close a dark portal to a land of undead. Except that wasn't his mission at all and he didn't really lead the group, merely joined in eagerly.
Nevertheless, the portals closure had effectively saved the village. This is despite the beliefs of the ignorant villages who clung to the superstition that their precious idol was saving them from the undead. But that is all you can expect from salt of the earth types who cling to outdated systems of thinking. Not like Anders though, because his god is real.
Anyway, we are heading south to the town of Tilverton and from there on to the city of Arabel, where we hope to collect the missing idol. I am skipping through a lot of stuff here and am hoping to catch up to the current session in a few months.
Here are a few important details:
At some point Tannis the ranger and Tasmin the warlock started arguing like an old married couple over herbs or some shit. Tannis wanted to stop to find herbs... and so did Tasmin?? I couldn't quite follow the argument, but these thundering oafs led us directly into a druids sacred garden.
Druids are the worse, they are massive fucking nerds and hippies at the same time. Usually this means you smell the day old cheese, mushroom and boiled cabbage before you even see them.
It was ok though because some fast talking from Anders saved the day (Again!)
After many hard days travel, we finally made it to the town of Tilverton. Step one of our major journey to the city of Arabel complete. We stopped for a rest and fresh supplies but we couldn't stay long though because of, err, reasons.
It's all Darge's fault really, he wanted to make a big song and dance out of our arrival. I never liked the idea but went along with it begrudgingly. Long story short, the villages all think we are a unique combination of soft in the head and dangerous. We accepted some small mission from them which would coincidentally see us leave the town immediately and went on our merry way south again.
I have no idea what that massive emo Saul was doing this session? He likes to hide in bushes a lot, probably listening to My Alchemical Romance and writing bad poetry.
Next session we get to meet a real bad egg so stay tuned.
Nevertheless, the portals closure had effectively saved the village. This is despite the beliefs of the ignorant villages who clung to the superstition that their precious idol was saving them from the undead. But that is all you can expect from salt of the earth types who cling to outdated systems of thinking. Not like Anders though, because his god is real.
Anyway, we are heading south to the town of Tilverton and from there on to the city of Arabel, where we hope to collect the missing idol. I am skipping through a lot of stuff here and am hoping to catch up to the current session in a few months.
Here are a few important details:
- so we rescued Darge from some psychos torture dungeon
- the true god Ilmater intervened to give me a magical spear that glows in the presence of demons.
- lots of dead goblins. Like wow, is this genocide?
- we meet Splug, the goblin ghost of sexual harrasment past
- a note found on the dead body of rogue pointed to the idol being in Arabel.
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| This is a really really big walksies for a halfling, Wizards of the coast |
At some point Tannis the ranger and Tasmin the warlock started arguing like an old married couple over herbs or some shit. Tannis wanted to stop to find herbs... and so did Tasmin?? I couldn't quite follow the argument, but these thundering oafs led us directly into a druids sacred garden.
Druids are the worse, they are massive fucking nerds and hippies at the same time. Usually this means you smell the day old cheese, mushroom and boiled cabbage before you even see them.
It was ok though because some fast talking from Anders saved the day (Again!)
After many hard days travel, we finally made it to the town of Tilverton. Step one of our major journey to the city of Arabel complete. We stopped for a rest and fresh supplies but we couldn't stay long though because of, err, reasons.
It's all Darge's fault really, he wanted to make a big song and dance out of our arrival. I never liked the idea but went along with it begrudgingly. Long story short, the villages all think we are a unique combination of soft in the head and dangerous. We accepted some small mission from them which would coincidentally see us leave the town immediately and went on our merry way south again.
I have no idea what that massive emo Saul was doing this session? He likes to hide in bushes a lot, probably listening to My Alchemical Romance and writing bad poetry.
Next session we get to meet a real bad egg so stay tuned.
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