Session Number: 1
Date: Thursday 17 January 2008
Venue: Tammi's
PCs & Players:
| Barflangaer | Svirfneblin Pr1/Thf1 | (Craig) | (kills: none) |
| Barney | Half-Elf Rgr1 | (Densial) | (kills: none) |
| Clovus | Dwarf Ftr1 | (Fergus) | (kills: none) |
| Kethean | Avariel Ftr1/Mage1 | (Tammi) | (kills: none) |
XP Awarded: nil
Our party is hired by John Parsons in Thrace to find out more about his nephew Dwight Parsons, missing while delivering two wagonloads of fine cloth to Hallowdale. Dwight is a blonde-haired, brown-eyed teenager about 5'6" in height. He was travelling with two other men in their early twenties. Our employer is paying us 400 gold each to return with Dwight - dead or alive.
I'm fairly sure this means we aren't supposed to kill him. Oh, the irony!
We prepare for the trip and set off. Parsons provides a wagon and horse for our journey. None of us really know very much about horses, and the very unlikely Clovus is chosen to lead the horse - on foot. Dusk falls two hours into our journey and we make camp. It is then that we realise that we have no food for the horse. After discounting the idea of Clovus running and Kethean flying back to Thrace for horse chow, we trudge back with our tails between our legs, resupply and set off again the following morning. Parsons, you sure are getting your money's worth!
An uneventful day and a half of travel later, we find two broken-down wagons on the path: wheels adrift, peppered with arrows and damaged by fire. The horses are gone and the wagons are empty. We find small humanoid (clawed?) tracks nearby, sunken heavily into the earth as if unusually heavy.
We find out that a party consisting of a Svirfneblin (good underground, not so good above ground) and an Avariel (good above ground, not so good underground) doesn't work very well. Individually: stars. Together: a nightmare. New characters!
