Friday, April 7, 2017

Episode 3- Lance Rock

Upon returning to Red Larch to gather supplies and gain information, the party stopped by the Swinging Sword Tavern to speak with Kaylessa. She was already engaged in conversation with a young man in full armor, with short blonde hair and spectacles. The symbol on his armor caught Menelwen's attention.



Thok and Henry stepped away to get a drink, keeping an eye on their companion. She approached, politely waiting until they finished their conversation. Upon speaking with the young man, she discovered his name was Theamen, a knight of Mystra- which was odd given that he was a human and Mystra is considered to be the patron goddess of magic and elves. Their conversation slipped naturally into Elvish about what he and Kaylessa had been speaking about.

There was something going on about ten miles south along the Kendal path with dark magic. Kaylessa had asked him to look into it. Theamen asked if Menelwen and her party would be willing to assist. Any loot they found along the way could be kept.

She said she would ask but believed it would be fine. They had done things like this before after all...

However...Henry had been listening in and misunderstood the whole conversation. His jaw dropped. He spoke to Thok, "I think he asked her for companionship!" "He offered to pay her!"

Thok looked over. "You know those humans."

"What??"

"How do you think Half-elves are made?"



At which point, Menelwen walked over. Henry spoke up. "You don't need to do this."

"Huh? What are you talking about? We've done this before."

"Just...make sure you use protection."

Confused, Menelwen blinked. "Um...I'm wearing armor." (Not really).

Theamen came over and introduced himself. Henry gave him a rather cold reception. Thok pointed at the rogue holding the cat. "This is little shit."

"Er, which one? The cat or the child?"

"Yes."

After some other words were exchanged, the party rested and geared up to leave for Lance Rock the next day.

~*~

Upon arriving at the cave's mouth, they saw a sign.
Come No Closer
Lest ye catch the Death Plague
-The Distinguished Lord of Lance Rock

There was a corpse of a human male sprawled out on the ground. They moved on past him into the cave. Given that two of their party did not possess Darkvision, Menelwen cast it on Thok's shield. A similar glow came from behind her giving her pause. Theamen had used it as well.

Paladins don't have that spell.

That brought suspicion on him from her in particular. Until he (very sheepishly) revealed his own tome. Having been a paladin of Mystra, he learned some magic (took on some wizard levels) as well. Promising that they would have words later, they pressed on.

On the way they fought some skeletons who were drawn by the light. An inner chamber held a set of four zombies that seemed to be paying the group no mind. One very clearly male was dressed as a woman, dancing with a gentleman while one dressed as a bear and one as a jester danced as well.

It was a very, very odd day. They fought (and beat) the zombies handily, moving on to the inner chamber. There they faced the necromancer and his crawling claws that grabbed a hold of the party. 



Two of them grabbed at Menelwen. She fended them off with Thunderwave. The coward of a necromancer used his wand of magic missiles and after several well placed shots, dropped Thok. Thankfully Theamen used Lay on Hands to bring him back up. Seeing his opportunity, the necromancer escaped.

He was pursued by Henry and Menelwen. No way was he getting away!

They did eventually manage to drop him, once his shield spells ran out.

Feeling triumphant, they returned to see a revived Thok. After taking what they could, the party moved on, back towards Red Larch.

Unfortunately, Theamen took his leave of the party having need to continue on a different route. He did hope that their paths would cross again...

Upon arriving back in Red Larch (sadly paladin-less) they discovered a massive sink hole in the middle of town with people panicking....
~To Be Continued....~

No comments:

Post a Comment