Nahtar seems to have fallen down on the job, therefore you shall hear the true tale from I, Roy O’ Bannon.
Following directions bestowed on us by the resistance fighters, we march towards our goals, find & stop the gnome whisperer, free the gnomes, destroy the airships. Our unofficial group goals include: Kill Archon, destroy everything, the bigger the boom the better, teach Ciara and Jierun to read.
On the way, our ranger, Carter, is sent forth to scout, and doesn’t come back when scheduled, we head out to find him, and he has come across more rangers who are convinced he is a simpleton and are feeding and taking care of him. We convince the rangers that he is our simpleton and continue on our way.
Jierun gets called back to our continent, we wish her well and she disappears.
We are met by a lord and his people, a very upright honorable man. His wife as we learn is a relative of mine. Delightful lady, excellent hostess with impeccable taste in wine, also of note, half elven, and openly so, something that would have been carefully hidden as it was with my mother in my own time. We are informed the ferry will be nearly a week in coming. They host us not in their palace but in their preferred home, complete with a temple of Tempest. At this temple to Tempest Gregor dumps a large pile of gold on the altar (as he always does), and, instead of it just going to the church, the gold is used to outfit a troop unit in his likeness to defend the area. Frankly that is a terrifying thought. Gregor grows immediately bored with the courtly behavior and takes off with a bag of potatoes to take his frustrations out on, he is quickly stopped and led to baneite prisoners that he is told he is welcome to do what he wishes to as punishment for their crimes, his likenesses follow for “training”.
Ciara, to her credit, tries to be courtly(I believe I shall take that upon myself to hone for she has the courtly grace of a lumbering bear). Our hosts lead her to the temple of Tempest as well, she has not had a chance to donate to her god Tempest in some time, dumps a large portion of her monies on the altar with reverence. Apparently Gregor dumped enough for a unit, Ciara dumped enough gold to outfit a small army. Our hosts in her honor ask to form a fighting force of all women to defend this area, Ciara delightedly agrees. Her remaining 4 staunchly loyal fighters moral seems to improve instantly as she instructs them to start training these women in her fighting style. Meanwhile Nahtar disappeared with the local mages for some deep philosophical discussions. Carter, ate something less than good and spent the time in the wagon. Dar dutifully stayed by my side, though I believe he enjoyed not having to watch me as closely (I know I certainly did), and I know he was relieved to visit with his god Tempest once more.
That evening we eat with the Lord, his lady, and their people. His people ate at the same table as he, Ciara’s fighters were given the same honor. The fare was simple but plentiful and the wine was of course superb. We talked of many things and it was an enjoyable and informative evening. While our honored host is otherwise occupied we “help ourselves” to his supplies. (Note to Liad: While not officially an ally, this Lord is staunchly honorable and decidedly favoring our cause in that unofficial way, he armed us with mines, fighters, food, and weaponry).
The next morning, our hosts are out on maneuvers so we leave quietly, some of the group of lady fighters Ciara sponsored turn renegade and leave with us. Six lady fighters in total, much to my pleasure, and Ciara’s 4 remaining men. Ciara in her usual manner seemed deeply moved that they would join her cause, and vowed that if they survived they would find a home in her land.
We load onto a ferry and try hard to not look hostile with a ballista clearly mounted on the roof of the wagon. Talk is very subdued and even more so when an evil Indopanar soldier buys passage on the same ferry. he disembarks a day before we do at an earlier landing. Ciara’s new fighting ladies prove useful and lead the way to a hidden tunnel/ passage that will take us to within a day and a half of the airships / staging keep for the enemy.
By the second night, we safely reach the end of the tunnel, scouts are sent ahead and report back no threats in the immediate area, beaches are 2-3 hours away. Camp is made and siege discussions begin, Stabby, Ciaras new sword, so far, seems rather useless, well, aside from keeping Ciara’s well known temper from flaring up quite as quickly. We make it all the town below the keep we are to take out, and still no plan is decided on. Straight to the tavern the party goes, and learns to town is under martial law. Gregor quickly gets asked to leave, so he does, and takes a wall with him. He is promptly arrested and sent to the keep for imprisonment and possible execution.
After a brief discussion on rescuing Gregor, we think better of it, and send Nahtar to the keep to get hired as an engineer. A series of thumps on the tavern roof, and the city goes into lock down. Apparently the prisoners all escaped and rioted, the survivors were tossed over the cliff landing on the town and tavern below. We deem the tavern to be rather useless, so return to our wagon as soon as the lock down is lifted. Leaning on our wagon, the infamous Lobo awaits us. Gregor soon returns with a rather smug look on his face.
More to come