A real bad egg...
So, you know how I have that magical spear that can detect demons? It glows blue in what must be a rip off of the Hobbit. Well, in this session
... it glows blue.
After leaving Tilverton under questionable circumstances, our reckless heroes take the old road south. After a long walk all morning the group decide to stop for a bite to eat when all of a sudden, completely out of the blue, a man plummets to his death from a nearby cliff face.
Standing nearby (how the hell did the ranger not notice him?), was a regular if not handsome human man with a smug smirk on his stupid face. The group head over to the man are all like wtf did you just see that?
Nathan, for that was his name, then seems to notice us for the first time and mentions that the man lived in the nearby village of Woodsedge. Before we can talk more I notice that my spear is pulsing with a blue hue (I highly suggest you say those last two words aloud, very satisfying).
Nathan seems to notice too, and seems to cast some sort of spell on us - no idea if it worked but immediately after that happens the whole group drop-nuts to Nathan who smugly walks away with that stupid smirk on his stupid face.
We all swear that the next time we find that a-hole we will give him a swollen lip.
In Woodsedge we find all hell breaking loose. You know the guy that plummeted to his doom? yeah, well his wife was burned at the stake yesterday for being a witch. Honestly, if every witch in Faerun was burned at the stake they would soon run out of trees. But who are we to judge their ways?
Once again our mere presence seems to make everything way worse, and we high tail it out of the town with slightly heavier pockets and a few more individuals to add to the list people who want to murder us.
Next stop Arabel.
So, you know how I have that magical spear that can detect demons? It glows blue in what must be a rip off of the Hobbit. Well, in this session
... it glows blue.
After leaving Tilverton under questionable circumstances, our reckless heroes take the old road south. After a long walk all morning the group decide to stop for a bite to eat when all of a sudden, completely out of the blue, a man plummets to his death from a nearby cliff face.
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| Nathan, probably. |
Nathan, for that was his name, then seems to notice us for the first time and mentions that the man lived in the nearby village of Woodsedge. Before we can talk more I notice that my spear is pulsing with a blue hue (I highly suggest you say those last two words aloud, very satisfying).
Nathan seems to notice too, and seems to cast some sort of spell on us - no idea if it worked but immediately after that happens the whole group drop-nuts to Nathan who smugly walks away with that stupid smirk on his stupid face.
We all swear that the next time we find that a-hole we will give him a swollen lip.
In Woodsedge we find all hell breaking loose. You know the guy that plummeted to his doom? yeah, well his wife was burned at the stake yesterday for being a witch. Honestly, if every witch in Faerun was burned at the stake they would soon run out of trees. But who are we to judge their ways?
Once again our mere presence seems to make everything way worse, and we high tail it out of the town with slightly heavier pockets and a few more individuals to add to the list people who want to murder us.
Next stop Arabel.
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